This morning, my dad, my sisters marnique and raquel together with my brother in law ran for a cause. The run for the tubataha reef! I didn't know it was going to be so much fun, we were suppose to do the 3km run but I decided to dismiss my sisters complaints about the 5km run and put all of us there and they are so glad I did because the 3km run wouldn't have been enough.

I'm not sure if it was the lack of sleep, food and water but I was on a high this morning. i guess it was because I had to prove the fact that I can do the 5km run to my dad, sisters and brother in law or else they'd kill me for signing them up there. I was breezing through it and I met so many people on the way.

It's definitely something I recommend to everyone, it's a great family activity, P350 is not bad when you get to wake up early, sweat it out, donate for a cause, meet new people, be with your family and do something for a cause.

I'm doing another one next weekend, anyone wants to join? :)

I hate it. i hate it when my dreams say exactly what I'm trying to suppress. My conscious mind is exerting so much effort trying to contain feelings that my unconscious awakens and becomes the stronger of the two. It's funny because when I was having this dream, I was dozing on and off because of my phone. I was actually texting Vince when I had the dream, I'm not sure when exactly because my sleep has gone so deep that I can wake up to reply and go back to my dream like some alter magic universe.

What the dream is? I cannot say. It is much too dangerous to reveal such thoughts on a public domain. I just hope that this entry will help me find the courage to express such feelings instead of suppressing it.

    There is nothing like having the wind blowing through your face, the sun softly glistening against your skin and being in the company of your friends on a beautiful Saturday morning. It’s very different from the usual drinks at a friends place or a movie in Rockwell. This time, I was actually out and about with nature.
    Ever since college started, the most that I’ve been with nature is through my walks in the Ateneo campus in between classes, the walk to and back the parking lot and watering my dying plant in my Environmental Science Lab subject.  I know that this trip is not one close to nature but it did remind me of how much fun it is to wake up early to go out. I’m so tired of sleeping right before sunrise and waking up at noon.
    I’ve grown to really like my English block, I believe that I am closest to this block more than any other block in my freshman year. Spending two hours thrice a week was a plus but it wasn’t just about that because I do spend a whole lot of time with people outside class that I didn’t get very close to. Being with this block reminds me my high school years. Going to this trip reminded me of the fun field trips we’d go to every year. Being relatively close to our English and Literature professors reminded me that you can still have relationships with college professors.
    Two nights before the trip, Poch and I were close to giving up on the car rides. No one but Gliza volunteered to bring their cars so more than half our class didn’t have a ride to the Hot Air Balloon festival. We cannot afford to cancel the trip because besides having to cancel our oral defense, we needed this trip for it is our last trip together as a block. But of course that didn’t happen, we love this block way too much and we ended up with having way too many cars.
The bad weather was the cause of our dismay. Everyone was so ready with their cameras to take a snapshot of the hot air balloons but they just didn’t fly and it’s okay. In the end is what just about being with the people you enjoy and it doesn’t matter what you do. What was most fun was finding stores to eat in, buying wind blowers, going around with Janyn looking for a dog we wanted to play with and lying on dry grass under the light blue sky. In these times,  I feel truly alive.
It’s true, the journey is more important than the destination. The car ride to the festival was absolutely engaging. Karlo, Janyn, Nica, Pau, Dani, Irae and I had an “UBE”, an ultimate bonding experience. We sang, laughed and talked till we fell asleep and even though the balloons didn’t fly and I didn’t get to fly a kite—I still had a great time. The destination was the goal but the journey was our reward.

    Have you ever had a dream wherein you are exactly where you feel asleep? Last Thursday after a day of PE, Filipino, Math and several group meetings I fell into a deep sleep in the afternoon. In my dream, there was this creature with a hood without a face, very much similar to the ones in Harry Potter and Lord of the rings, who was attacking me at the side of the bed where my head rested.

    I tried to fight but I couldn’t move at all, I felt that the entire bed was shaking and my heart pumping like crazy. I was talking but my lips weren’t moving. The creature faded away when I started praying in my head. I was awakened by my sister who just walked in the room. If she didn’t confirm that I was sleeping, I would have believe that it happened for real because everything is exactly the way it was in my dream, even the lights, my two cell phones beside me, my position, what I was wearing, everything!

Date:	2008-02-04 15:28
Subject:	Atonement
Security:	Public
Mood:	giggly

The three day weekend allowed me to watch two movies, one so terrible it made me sick to my stomach and one so penetrating I've watched a particular scene 10 times! Thanks to youtube of course. The box office hit cloverfield was nothing but a complete flop. I could seriously tell you the entire plot in one breath. The money it made on its opening weekend was extremely deceiving especially knowing that it made more than Will Smith's I am Legend. I only watched bits and pieces of Cloverfield because I had to go to bathroom a lot to throw up. Cloverfield is about this huge monster who attacks New York at the night of the lead character's going away party, he hasn't told the love of his life that she is the love of his life so he refused to go with the evacuation to tell her and possibly save her from the monster. The entire film was being filmed by the characters who were moving about like crazy. I hated it. It was like Blair Witch part two, this time I paid for it because I watched Blair Witch on a dvd.

Atonement on the other hand was directed by one of my favorite directors, Joe Wright, starring one of my favorite actresses Keira Knightley and a new love, James McAvoy. I dare not give any details about the movie because I highly recommend it for those who are looking for something different. The movie is extremely sensitive and suggestive, you really have to pay attention to their lines and expressions.

Finally, another movie worth watching.

Date:	2008-01-19 11:03
Subject:	Crush Dream
Security:	Public
Mood:	crazy

I believe that there are many laws that govern the universe. There is one particular book that demonstrates one these laws, it has been turned into an audio cd, a movie and a worldwide sensation. You've probably guessed it by now, The Secret by Rhonda Byrne.

Yesterday afternoon, I met up with a dear friend of mine in Coffee Beanery in Shangrila. He's a professor in the University of the Asia and the Pacific, an absolutely brilliant man but to me he's a friend. Our conversations are so extensive, from the Devil Wears Prada, to dreams, to crushes, to Biology, dissertations, Universities and even jump ropes. I was especially excited when we were talking about dreams, I told him that the last time I dreamt about someone I fancied was ages ago. I had dreamt that I was with my crush in the mall, shopping for carpets. It was very odd... why carpets?

We soon parted when my best friend came to do our own shopping and after racks and racks of clothing, tired and exhausted we ate at our favorite restaurant in Shangrila, Cyma. Salad Galore.

It was a great afternoon.

Hours came by and it was time to sleep and now it's morning, and the law of attraction absolutely works.

I dreamt about my crush. We were sitting down away from the crowd, just the two of us watching, talking and laughing through the music playing in the background. Everything was lovely then I woke up, my crush dream turned out to be a crushed dream.

Occurring dreams of getting pregnant is scary enough but having your best friend dream it twice, quite vividly if i may say plus my sister? It's a little disturbing. There was once when they dreamed about me getting pregnant on the same night. Our unconscious mind sometimes speaks louder than our conscious mind which had led me to some research about dreams. According to several websites, dreams of pregnancy doesn't mean your going to get pregnant. Whether your expecting or not. It actually means:


"Dreaming that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.  For a man to dream that he got a girl pregnant, forewarns that his indiscriminate sexual activities may come back to haunt him."

And from another site:

At times, women learn about their pregnancy in their dreams. Your mind knows about everything that is going on in your body even if you are not consciously aware of it. However, don't panic! You could also be pregnant with ideas! Old dream interpretation books say that a dream about pregnancy is a good omen for women, and an improvement in her intimate relationship is forthcoming. For a man, it is a warning against casual sex.

No need to be scared Mej. :-)

Our landline is not working.
Our internet keeps on disconnecting.
Last night, our electricity went out.

Besides the idea of not being able to pay our bills on time. (I checked and we have) There's something about being cut-off from technology that turns on my thinking cap. The undisturbed silence of our house, the frenzy of the internet and the isolation of being alone in a dark room. It was a natural high. I didn't want to sleep, eat or do anything. I laid down on our hard wood floor, with no blanket, mat or any sort of covering, without a pillow and without anyone, I felt at peace with my thoughts, raves and rants.

"Why is it so cold... where are my parents... what's going on... I'm way too lazy to stand up...should I be doing homework...wait, oh my gosh, is our English quiz tomorrow? I better ask Josh, oh no my internet is not working and my phone has no battery"

This went on and on till 2:30 AM.

The electricity came back, turning on everything except for my serenity.

I was truly starting to enjoy it but it was gone.

In the near future, I'd probably do something like that again. I'll turn off everything and just turn on my mind. It's been in need of a cut-off.

Is it "to see is to believe" or "to believe is to see"?
Think about it.

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That line right there is called laziness. Laziness to click the the link for a new post.

Due to the relation to the preceding paragraph, I need to write. The lack of communication from my friends whether verbal or non-verbal has led me to write-vomit as I call it and yes write-vomit, not word-vomit.

Thought 1:
Back in high school, I wrote a lot about a lot of things, when I look back to my diaries and planners, it would seem that there are more things going on back then. But not really, there are more ups and downs now, more stories to tell and more friends to talk to. Everything is just happening so fast that I don't really get to enjoy anything between. Weeks pass as if they were days, days pass as if they were hours and hours pass as if they are minutes.

Sometimes the only way I could remember the events is through my camera. I've neglected my writing because that takes time, composing thoughts and scribing them. Camera's on the other hand takes a fraction of a second and I immediately get a thousand words. Not bad if your  purely visual. No room of imagination and excitement there. The picture reveals everything to you in a flash, not unlike when writing because the words unfold at your own pace.

I'm writing this because I miss writing. I miss the excitement of writing each word and looking forward to the next as I type it as logical and coherent as I should. The suspense of waiting for the next thought and incorporating an idea that just came to you to your writing is phenomenal.

Thought 2:
I need more black-out's to foster this kind of thinking.

Thought 3:
That's hard.

Loving writing.
Mej

Date:	2007-11-25 16:47
Subject:	Dreams Talk
Security:	Public
Mood:	grateful

Lately, my dreams have been talking to me directly, its really scary actually because its so clear, I sometimes cant distinguish reality from dream world. Last Wednesday afternoon, what was suppose to be a 30-minute nap became a 5-hour trip to dream world. Every hour I would wake up and have a different dream every time I would go back to sleep.

But I'm thankful, my dream mind has become my side-kick, maybe even the stronger part of me because she tells me what I want, what I don't want, what's really been going on inside my head, how I've been acting and how I should change it.

Mej from dream world.
I welcome you <3

Date:	2007-09-23 21:52
Subject:	KFC
Security:	Public
Mood:	giggly

Finger-Licking-Good KFC

Which fast-food restaurant has the best gravy in town? I know it, you know it. It is definitely Kentucky Fried Chicken a.k.a. KFC. I don’t think there has ever been a time for me when I’m eating at KFC that I haven’t asked for more gravy. It’s not even the fact that it’s extremely rich, or delicious, it’s just something you crave for when you eat there; it’s something that makes all the other chicken serving fast-food restaurants taste like crap.
Last Sunday, after our usual Sunday service, my sisters and I went to eat at the incredibly affordable KFC. Even though we’ve eaten there hundreds of times we still can’t get enough of that finger-licking-good chicken and the gravy that you can’t get enough of. The almost-always perfectly fried chicken with the thick gravy makes eating in KFC divine.. The tender juicy chicken has never failed to satisfy me. With their vast selections of chicken meals, burgers, barbecue sticks and hot shots, KFC will never fail you. KFC has probably done everything that you can possibly do to chicken, it come in sticks, in pita breads, in salads, in burgers, in rice porridge, you name it they have probably have it. They have a wonderful way incorporating chicken into usual ways that we enjoy over and over again.

I am serious; I just ate at KFC three days before that Sunday. I remember last year during our rehearsals days of choral recitation—we would have KFC every weekday of the week. KFC is not addicting nor it is ranked 10 in the rate of taste, it’s just the fact that it is always there.

One of the most important aspects about the success of KFC is their affordable price, how can you beat a P29.00 meal? P31.00 plus tax, their ingenious chicken steak meal has got the fast-food eating Filipino crazy. With the continually rising inflation, twenty nine pesos is almost unbeatable. Sometimes I even wonder how they earn money with that meal, but I have resulted to not questioning it but just buying it.

KFC has definitely beaten the affordability level of leading fast food chains such as Mcdo, Jollibee and Burger King. It has surpassed the levels of Jollibee’s “Langhap Sarap”, “Bida and Sarap” (this all means it’s good), “Bee-Happy” cause after eating at Jollibee I’m really not that very happy. Mcdo’s “love ko to” (I’m loving it for the Koreans), I mean, I like it but I don’t really love it. KFC has delivered what is expected of a fast-food restaurant, so if you want a good tasting chicken with unlimited amounts of gravy, an affordable price and a pretty good atmosphere then I say finger licking good KFC is for you.

Date:	2007-09-05 00:41
Subject:	My Ditse
Security:	Public
Mood:	happy

If she says “Jump Mej” I am programmed to reply how high? If she says, “I want on his head on a platter” I would have to say medium or well done. “She” who has almost absolute power over me is my older sister Raquel Martin del Rosario. She is my best friend, my soul mate but most of all she is my loving sister. As they say blood will always be thicker than water.
We are a family composed of six children, there are two batches. The first batch is composed of two sons and two daughters. The second batch, the batch where I belong is composed of just my younger sister and I. Although we’re right after each other she and I have a pretty big age gap, she’s 29 now and I’m 17, twenty nine minus twelve, that’s twelve years! My parents we’re actually really not suppose to have any more children after her but they were getting bored and in desperate need of some source of entertainment. Raquel who you would assume to be bummed by the idea of babies was actually more than happy because she accepted me in her loving arms.
“Ditse” as I call her is a term for older sister, she is the kind of person you want to be with ALL the time. She’s my own personal Oprah. Besides being beautiful, she has proved to be an individual who can do anything she wants as long as she sets her mind to it. At the young age of 17 she decided to study gemology in the University of San Francisco. She overcame my parents’ inhibitions, doubts and fear of her being alone in a totally different country.
While in the US of A, she went skydiving, bungee jumping, name it she’s probably done it. Ditse is one brave soul. I remember when we were younger and she would force me to ride roller coasters, she would always say that fear is nothing, that the only thing to fear is fear itself. What I admire most about my sister is her ability to abide by the thing she says, not a lot of people can do that. Ditse is my life mentor. I follow her teachings because she lives by them too.
She is probably one of the most generous people I know there is not one selfish bone in her body. Despite her busy adult schedule she would always make time for me. Time to listen to my stupid everyday stories, time to give me advice, time to help with me with a project, she makes me feel important, that all of the things I do is important. But this definitely just not with me, our family adores her. She takes care of our family; I think that’s why she didn’t make a lot of best friends because we filled that role.
Besides being all that she is also my guru when it comes to matters of love. Even if she is faced with guys who are close to perfection, she always manages to keep her cool and keep her femininity. She will never loosen her values just because of any guy no matter whom or what he is. My admiration for her is so strong that I naturally adapted this kind of thinking.
Raquel exudes the kind of personality you won’t miss. Her loving, fun, generous spirit makes her everyone’s favorite. I would like to end with a song that she sings to my younger sister and I, I hope you dance by Mark D. Sanders and Tia Sillers.
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance…
I hope you dance.

Date:	2007-08-21 23:05
Subject:	Anorexia
Security:	Public
Mood:	content

“Light as a feather; floating on air; I want to be perfect, barely there, My goals will be reached just wait and see, My bones will show, thinspiration is the key, I don’t want help, my life will not end, No I wont stop until I am thin.”

This is just one of the many statements I read in xanga, a blog site popular in the youth, by troubled teenagers who blog (a term used to writing on the computer and then posting them online) to express their guilt about how many peanuts, raisins or number of crunches they did. Some of the girls who are just a few pounds away from organ failure believe that they are way too fat and ugly. These are all signs of what is growing trend, an eating disorder made famous by starving stars, anorexia.

Anorexia is an eating disorder where people starve themselves. Anorexia usually begins in young people around the onset of puberty. Individuals suffering from anorexia undergo extreme weight loss. Weight loss is usually 15% below the person's normal body weight. People suffering from anorexia are very skinny but are convinced that they are overweight. Weight loss is obtained by many ways. Some of the common techniques girls use are excessive exercise, intake of laxatives and not eating.

There are two different types of anorexia the classic anorexia which is when you starve yourself and do rigorous exercise sometimes in the middle of the night. I read in one of the girls’ blogs that she will wake up in the middle of night to do crunches and strip naked to weigh herself accurately. The second; Purging Anorexia, the classical anorexia combined with binging. Most anorexics become bulimics. Bulimics is characterized by binging on food and then forcing yourself to throw them up.

Anorexia is usually caused by a culture that equates thinness with attractiveness. Our culture today rewards thinness, and societal approval can be so important that a person will starve to "fit in”. The media plays a strong role in the influence of being thin—pictures of models, celebrities who are looked as beautiful because of their bodies puts a lot of pressure on people.

Anorexia is more commonly found on the higher society of teenage girls, it’s quite ironic because these girls are the ones who are suppose to be well-fed. These girls are actually quite smart because they have developed smart ways of avoiding food. As I was reading the online community for anorexics I learned that they would cut of their food into smaller pieces to make it look like their eating more; they would eat very slowly and they would only eat if there are people around. It was really funny when I read about the “changing of companies”; they would have to be with different people throughout the day because staying with just one would mean that they have to see you eat when being with different set of people would allow you to say that you’ve already eaten or you’re full.

Anorexia has three different stages; the first stage involves seeing signs of insecurity, low self-esteem and distorted body image. The first stage is not easily seen because it’s just what goes around inside the person’s head. The Second Stage is more visible and will be seen by the people around you; increased facial and body hair, decreased scalp hair, compulsive behavior, isolation from family and friends, perfectionists behavior and fights with family, you would even try to control your family’s eating as well by starting to cook. The last stage, the most crucial stage if not treated can lead to fatality. In this stage the person would lose the capacity to think right, extreme sensitivity to cold, loss of 25% or more of total body, depression, denial of the problem, mood swings, depression, apathy, fear of food and Amenorrhea, when menstrual cycle stops.

Anorexia is an eating disorder that is common amongst teenagers, if not treated early it could be really dangerous maybe even fatal. Signs could be as minor as the constant avoidance of eating which could be easily countered by comforting that person without making a big deal out of it. Sometimes all we need is reassurance of who we are and to stick to our beliefs in life, equating beauty with thinness should never be one of them. Now that I think about the girls in xanga, it’s really quite pathetic for us to think that way and to let something as simple as that occupy our time and thinking. I believe that there is always a right way to do things, if you want to lose weight then fine but know your limits. Do you really want to be looking like that guy from the crypt creeper? I don’t think so.

Date:	2007-08-12 12:43
Subject:	“I like guys too”
Security:	Public
Mood:	peaceful

Me talk Pretty One Day By David Sedaris

David Sedaris and I share a common feeling, we both like guys, the only problem is he’s a guy. In his autobiography he wrote about his childhood struggles, his boy-girl problems and his triumph as a gay person. According to him, every gay person goes through this stage of uncertainty.

In his school years, he wrote about how he would laugh the loudest when someone would make jokes about a gay person. This is his way of coping up with it. He would laugh when his PE teacher would call them “lazy faggots” in gym practice. And inside of him, he knew when one of his classmates was gay but they all hid it. Mingling would simply put more light into them and at the time they wouldn’t be able to handle it.

As a teenager he couldn’t explain it and he did not dare ask. Being gay was compared to accidentally killing a minister because of drunk driving. Everyone around him despised gay people. This led him to his personal struggle; he had to check it out for himself. He had to prove to himself whether he was really gay or not, so he decided to get himself a girlfriend. Later on, he soon found out the truth: He doesn’t like girls, he likes guys. His girlfriend quickly became his best friend for they share common interest, guys.

He knew that being gay is a disease; it is something that you are born with. Today there are studies that prove that being gay is really a disease. Gay people have a different brain and have different brain patterns and all of this could be seen in a child. But of course, just like an disease, being gay is also contagious. Some people are born gay, some simply got infected. David Sedaris stated that he really didn’t want to be gay. He thinks that no one would have ever wanted to be gay because it’s hard to be in a gray area. Straight people are lucky because it’s an issue they don’t have to go through in life. Guys like girls and girls like guys. For straight people, it’s as simple as that.

I have a brother, who is also gay. And I bet he went through the same thing. A part of me feels sorry for him because he told me that he didn’t want to be gay. He was just born that way. He likes guys’ period and he can’t do anything about it.

Some people who were raised under a belief system wherein gays are condemned would unconsciously suppress this in born feeling by hating gays. They become homophobic but sooner or later they will come out. Because by hiding it, they kill a part of themselves.

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris gave me a better understanding of gays and even my brother. They are just like us, we are all humans and we all have imperfections. So the next time a guy tells me he likes guys, all I can say is “I like guys too”. 

Date:	2007-07-23 20:31
Subject:	Must-See CYMA
Security:	Public
Mood:	hungry

If your sick of the same, old restaurant that you go to without looking at the menu because you've pretty much tried everything, I advice you to check out CYMA located in Shangrila Plaza Mandaluyong. With it's soft interiors, open kitchen, lively waiters and big servings, it's a sure hit for anyone and everyone.

CYMA is great for dining in groups, their double orders are big enough to share and their not badly priced either. Even the solo orders are good for two, excellent for dates. What I especially love about CYMA is its way of mixing different types of food into one dish. The CYMA-chopped salad is a mixture of greens, cheeses, sweetened walnuts and virgin olive oil. The dishes are exquisite but fairly simple for Filipino taste. The dishes usually have texture and dimension, it is presented in big white irregularly shaped plates with blue designs.




Another thing I enjoyed in CYMA is their enthusiastic service, waiters would shout "OOPA!" every time a flaming dish is served. I suggest the flaming mozzarella cheese or their Flaming Mango with vanilla ice cream.

I highly recommend this restaurant to anyone who wants a different dining experience that will keep you coming back. Its not one of those one-time-deal restaurants. The dishes range from P200-P500++, not bad compared to restaurants that rip you off with their small servings and mediocre taste.

I'm sure will be coming back for more. See ya there!

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It'll do magic believe it or not
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola means mechicka booleroo
But the thingmabob that does the job is
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola menchicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Earlier this afternoon, Ditse, Kuya Benjie, Nikki and I were watching Cinderella on the disney channel. I couldn't help but think of all the Cinderella-like situations in my life and how everyone's life is somewhat like a Cinderella story. The first time I watched Cinderella it seemed like it was just a happily ever after story, the usual prince fairy tale but not anymore. Now that I think I am wiser, hehehe, Cinderella met the Prince half way through! She made herself stand out by dressing up nicely, she made her entrance--first impressions last you know, she was kind but persistent. Actually now that I think about it, I think Cinderella would make an excellent politician. She was able to get the mice, the dog, the birds and even the horse to work for her! A good politician has great communication skills. Props for Cinderella. LOL.
I have always thought that Cinderella would just have to wait for her prince charming to rescue her. The real cinderella would do something like getting noticed for example. If it wasnt for her beautiful dress, her glass pair of shoes and her air of mystery, would the prince notice her? No. Advertising is our part of the job girls. Bwahahah.
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Another Monday again tomorrow! And i love mondays! It always seem like a day of opportunity, a new start. Sucks that we didnt get to attend victory today, the usual sunday service was held in the fort and ditse didnt want to go.
The sunday service always replenishes my mind for inspiration. That is why i usually sleep later on Sunday nights, because i end up planning, reading and plotting all night. Even though its not a Victory Sunday I was inspired when we went to the Car Show in the World Trade Center. I HAVE A DREAM! I dream that one day i'll be able to get that porshe my dad sold. Mark my words, in 15 years I will get that. It's a blue porshe with the plate number MDR828. I am announcing it to the world! Bwahahaha.

Early to bed, early to rise makes a woman eye-bag free, pimple-free,happy and wise.