"He Says" in Life in High Heels

Just to make Life in High Heels even more exciting, I'm adding a
"He Says"
portion in some of my posts.

I invited a couple of guy friends over to my blog and it was amusing that they'd give their piece of mind over some of the most controversial posts here.

I'll be posting a "He Says" update every once in a while.

Some friends would like to keep their identities in secret. Well, we'll keep it at that. But I assume I'm given a free hand at giving them codes. Hehe...

Read about our first two featured "He" opinions at my Meet the Brazilian (Brave Encounters with Waxing Down There) post. Click here.

Cheers!

Blue & Green: Back-to-Back So-Hot Bachelors

Blue.




Enough of Chris Tiu. I find him too perfect to be exciting. I am giving it to Ateneo Blue Eagles 6'7" center RABEH Al-HUSSAINI who is undeniably UAAP Season 71's Most Improved Player.

Tall, brown-skinned and not-so gwapo... Don't these make such an exciting come on for girls?

But yeah, too bad, he currently has a girl friend.


Green.




Well, although I cheer a lot for my alma mater's team, my eyes cannot help but wander to the green side on Ateneo-La Salle games and zoom in on hot, hott, hottt DLSU point guard SIMON ATKINS. Lean, bad boy-looking mestizos certainly rock! Isn't he a sight to enjoy in Araneta and along EDSA with his sexy underwear billboards?

Come on. Take me to the green side!

Wanna see more of Simon?

"See Simon and a blue ball between his legs, a half-naked Simon cocking a rifle, a shirtless twink Simon, Simon proudly showing off his golden bird, Simon squatting, Simon in a girly pose, etcetera, etcetera..." (Misterhubs) at http://misterhubs.blogspot.com/2007/07/simon-atkins.html

Hope

As a development practitioner, I tend to see the world in a child's eyes -- positive, hopeful and dabbed with a certan mix of innocence and curiosity.

Earlier, I have watched a presentation of an NGO, which reminded me of what I would have done after graduation if I was not blessed with my beautiful Krissy. I thought of going on a mission; perhaps continuing my earlier experience with Regnum Christi's Youth for the Third Millennium missions or maybe joining Jesuit Volunteers or other similar organizations. I have always found inner peace in being immersed in communities -- like teaching children, listening to what older people have to share, getting all sweaty and dirty under the afternoon sun with happy children, eating meals with simple families, and enjoying scenes and the peace and quiet of 5:00 pm.

Until now, I wonder how life would have been like if I pursued my plans of teaching children in a far-flung bario and being a volunteer in Africa. Would I have lasted a year in my post?

I knew it was not a permanent thing. But then, it would be something humbling. The experience will always have to be something which I would like to remember as I move forward in life.

When Krissy came, I knew it was the end of my youth; a life well-lived and made the most out of. I have no regrets. That life may have ended along with my aspirations of being a volunteer on a mission but Krissy just started something new. It is the life that reconciles self-interest and the greater good. I have to secure Krissy and I a good life while at the same time, helping the society as a whole.

For the past year, I always wake up happy, feeling in love and ecstatic. Sickness and heartaches all seem to be just trivial. I allow myself to take time to embrace the pain, give myself a rest and then just go on without any frills.

Again, as a development practitioner, I am glad that instead of seeing the Philippines as a hopeless country, I am filled with hope. I am glad that while others end at feeling pity or shame, I seek ways and solutions.

This is how I have always been, though at times I forget. The world is beautiful for as long as we see the glass as half-full. If it becomes ugly, then we can always work on a makeover. I believe that everyone is capable of making a difference but it only takes a brave soul to take the initiative to act.

Happy Monday!

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Girls and Bad Boys

Why do girls like bad boys?

Coming up with an undefiable answer to this is a task as ambitious as proving that Elvis was alive. I know I am not as desperate and idle-minded as those who try to prove what has been taken as fact for the past three decades but let me try a shot at solving one of the great mysteries of modern day dating and perhaps, save a few hearts from being broken (again).

For starters, I’d like to make it clear to everyone that no, I am not writing about bad boys like Robin Padilla in Anak ni Baby Ama or Ang Utol Kong Hoodlum parts 1 and 2. Instead, I am writing about all those boys who shamelessly made mascaras run and guy bashing nights fun.

Yes, I am one of those girls. And so are 99.9% of all my girl friends. (Those who married make the 0.1%.) I spent a great deal of my life after 18 being swept by bad boys only to be dropped with a thud that hurt. And it happened one after the other. Maybe that accounts for the extra pads on my bottom. I should be a 96 lb. stick figure, right?

There have been times when options have been presented to me. But just like most girls I know, I always chose B—the bad boy out of reasons I did not really thought of thinking about. The decision was rather made by instinct and now, I know that girls’ instincts would usually go for danger.

Why do girls like bad boys? Why do girls try to forgive the same guy who made the same mistake over and over again?

Have we become fake dictators—imposing strict rules in our relationships but lifting sentences with just a bouquet and a pair of sad, puppy eyes?

Have we forgotten about symbiosis such that our relationships become either parasitism or predatory?

Or on a deeper note, have our preference for S&M transcended our emotions?

The answers depend on you readers. At the end of the day, I realized that I merely hit the bull’s eye in this entry. Why do girls like bad boys, just like any open-ended question, merits different answers—depending on the context of the one who makes the answer.

So let me just leave you, my clandestine readers, something to think about instead; something that's answerable by yes or no.

Will you let another bad boy hurt you?