For the love of rice

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beer!

2011-07-19T07:27:00.000-07:00

It's Pepe Smith and Red Horse Beer!

What's this Muziklaban for anyway?

2011-07-19T06:51:00.000-07:00

Then I realized that it's for people who love to listen to good music,
making good music, dreamt of playing in that stage,
playing for that responsive crowd,
for those who love to be around people who shares the same taste in beer

AND FOR THOSE WHO LOVE PINOY ROCK MUSIC!

And if I ask myself again. My answer is yes, Muziklaban is for me.

Beer before bedtime

2011-07-19T06:09:00.001-07:00

Attending a gig at the comfort of my home!
Hahaha! I love this!!!! Rockin in my pajamas!
Beer! Beer! Beer!

For the love of beer

2011-07-19T04:46:00.000-07:00

What made this sleeping blog for more than a year to wake up?

Muziklaban 2012 and that cold case of Red Horse beer.

Now I am tasting visuals.

It already made me thirsty.
I salivate for the distinctive taste of this beer and almost find it sweet.

Loud music to clear my head? It's definitely Muziklaban.

The smell of cold beer, the cheering crowd,
that familiar rock song that you enjoy---
this is the type of gig you won't forget.

I'm waiting for the Live Stream to pop in.
This one is quite different from the Muziklaban's that I've been to.

But I'm sure another great event won't fail me.

Now, this blog is wide awake!

:D

2010-03-21T08:40:00.000-07:00

the alpha male boyfriend

2010-03-20T09:42:00.000-07:00

you don't need anyone when you have Optimus Prime! :D
(week one strike one)

booze talk

2010-03-17T07:17:00.001-07:00

Lesson for this week:
If you want the hangover, drop the vodka and drink beer instead.
The hangover is so painful, you can't think of anything else but your pounding head.
Not even a bad romance.

My favorite puff!

2009-05-31T21:57:00.000-07:00

I find this cream puff a little pricey and highly perishable
BUT this baked goodie adds to happiness.

The filling is so creamy but not too sweet,
and the bread is fresh and crunchy.

It has left me a good and happy memory. :)
<

It has white choco bits!

Food reviews from a person who can't eat yet

2009-05-31T21:36:00.000-07:00

It has been two weeks to be exact that I can't really eat oily
and fatty foods. My tummy infection got from bad to worse
for more than a week.

I thank the heavens for I feel a little
better now and can eat small portions of the things that I like.
Though it is still a risk due to my condition.
How ironic for a person
who loves to eat delicious food but cannot.
Ages that I made my last post and sadly,
the latter blogs were not about food.

Since this is supposed to be a food blog,
sticking to the original plan is the way to go.

I love this place....

soft bun.. anyone? :)

I looove Caesar salad...

Onion rings!

Sinful baby back ribs we got here!

This resto is awesome!

My First comic book ilo!

2008-11-24T23:57:00.000-08:00

Route 196 turned 2!

2008-11-18T01:55:00.000-08:00

Cool band line up, no entrance fee
and a surprisingly heavy alcoholic drink!
I even got a Route 196 cookie!

I love this place!

Oysters and women

2008-11-18T01:45:00.000-08:00

Night out with girlfriends in Oyster Boy in Metrowalk, Ortigas
to celebrate a friend's birthday.
I love their Oysters! THE BEST!
A few cocktails and good conversation?
What more can you ask for?!
I have cool and "alcoholic" friends!

Make damn sure by Taking Back Sunday

2008-10-17T21:30:00.000-07:00

This is my favorite song for this month.
I like blogging about music most of the time,
it marks my mood and thoughts.
Oo na, emo na naman!

You've got this new head filled up with smoke
And I've got my veins all tangled close
To the jukebox bars you frequent
{They're} the safest place to hide
A long night spent with your most obvious weakness
You start shaking at the thought you are everything I want
'Cause you are everything I'm not

And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way

My inarticulate store bought hangover hobby kit, it talks
It says, "You, oh, you are so cool."
Scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red
You hollow out my hungry eyes
You hollow out my hungry eyes

And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?)
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)

{I bite my tongue. I take my time and}

I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
I'll make damn sure that you can't ever leave
No, you won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far from me
You won't ever get too far...

I just wanna break you down so badly
Well I trip over everything you say
I just wanna break you down so badly
In the worst way (worst way)

I'm gonna make damn sure
I just wanna break you down so badly
I just wanna break you down so badly (damn sure)
In the worst way (worst way)

Caught you in the arms of another

2008-10-16T04:48:00.000-07:00

The Evidence song by Urbandub has a really sexy rhythm.
It just occured to me that it is inappropriate if your guy is holding your hand while watching the band play that particular song.
With lines like caught you in the arms of another... I've found out about you...
I am less likely to cheat with my guy. But it's just freaking off since the song is about a cheating girlfriend
who got caught and was hammered to death by her boyfriend. See the bloody picture?
Last Friday at Club Dredd Eastwood was kinda off...

Minsan

2008-10-13T08:03:00.001-07:00

Vacay: Anyone?

2008-08-07T10:55:00.000-07:00

Just getting more and more toxic due to work.
i hate gossiping. I even hate talking about other people's lives most especially my office mates.
In this case, familiarity breeds contempt...
I really feel bad right after.
These are the people who will save my ass at work in the future,
and this is how I treat them?
I posted this blog to remind myself that I do not have any right to gossip.
I really need to breathe out of my world for awhile...

Triple Sex

2008-06-16T06:38:00.000-07:00

This is the only movie I have seen in a movie theater three times
and not to mention on three separate days.
I first watched it with my sister,
then with a straight guy because i forced him
(well, gay guys usually watch this film),
and with my friends.
to be honest, I tried not to miss a part
in any of the three film showing
and will buy a dvd copy to see juicy parts that had been removed.
I love, love, Sex and the City! :)

of midgets and men

2008-05-16T07:05:00.000-07:00

i had lunch with a friend from highschool today
and among tons of topics that we talked about,
she came into this conclusion that she is a shorty magnet.
no offense to short people
but she really is attracted to tall guys.
her height is same as i am,
not too short, just normal i guess.
but at that time i realized how frustrated she was
in finding her tall man. kahit raw panget basta tall. nyek!
she even asked me how can she get tall guys?
i really don't have any idea...
just so happens that guys that i have met are tall.
well, there were two guys a bit taller than me
but i just looove wearing heels so i had trouble seeing them
and i can almost feel myself tripping
during the whole date(haha!ang yabang ko).
but i can say that these two guys can be considered
as the tallest if we measure their egos.
the rockstar vibes already rubbed in.
really, why do women prefer tall men?
well, back in the days when we were treated
like captive women by our cavemen,
we are already attracted to tall, strong and muscularly built men
because of the psychology that they can protect and take care of us.
i am sure that if a lot of people
most especially women are reading my blog,
a chunk of readers will disagree.
but anyway, i even had crazy questions
from this girlfriend of mine.
first she asked me what if the guy who loves me is an undertaker
but super handsome and rich,
the catch is he prefers to live in the middle of a cementery.
and then i said, it's okay. i can learn new things
and extreme people make it on television.
we like freak shows and it will be income generating.
i do not mind at all i said.
then she asked me what if the man
who loves me look like Piolo Pascual
or someone who i think is really handsome,
but the catch is, he's a midget.
and i answered plainly... no way.... not in my bed.
but all in all, it's just finding that someone if ever he exists.
tall or short, ugly or handsome, asshole or romantic,
super loyal and honest or a pathological liar...
we cannot really say who will make us tick.
that "IT" factor is still so abstract....
who knows...maybe i prefer real puppets than "real" men.

everybody wants you

2008-04-16T06:59:00.000-07:00

i really don't get tired of listening to Jeff Buckley's songs.
the lyrics and tunes are sullen but it brings back the times when you
were madly in love with someone. that feeling.
that same level of sadness when it faded away.
basta.
basta.
astig.

everything PINK!

2008-04-16T02:31:00.000-07:00

mONApulation

2008-03-30T23:27:00.000-07:00

i wish i have the power to "manipulate"
people for my own benefit.
i have seen men and women give a couple of their sweet smiles
and sexy bedroom voice to charm people.
these harmless "pa-cute" effect made their lives easier.
i do not think it is bad at all.
if you want things to be done your way
without making people hate you,
this tactic work best.

i want to learn this.

they say it's not about good looks.
it's really about making your pleasant aura do the job.
oh well, but since i am still planning to master the idea in my head,
bullying and pushing people around is enough for me- for now.
( insert evil laughter)

beating the red light

2008-03-30T02:53:00.000-07:00

two-hundred kilometers per hour.
your foot on the gas gear.
we are approaching the intersection now.
you are much faster...
i can see the yellow signal now.
i see you like a mirage fading.
will i cross it or not?
will i make it before the red light?
i step on the breaks
and made it to a full stop.
i cannot catch up with your pace...
you are always fleeting.

sleep and walk

2008-03-17T23:51:00.000-07:00

i do not remember if there were more than one blog that is about
my lack of sleep or i just can't doze off at all.
but last week was different, it was the second time that i sleep walked.
the first time was a friend was sharing a bed with me.
i only woke up when she said: ona, what are you doing?
i do not remember how long i have been sitting there with my eyes closed.
the next one was more eerie.
i dreamt about waking up and folding my blanket.
and when i woke up,to my horror,
my blanket is perfectly folded beside me.
i then told about it to my sister, she finds it weird and scary
and will now lock her door at night.
i got myself frightened too.
what else am i capable of doing?
i texted my friends, one replied: you freak!
two said that i should lock my door, one said that she will read up on
sleep walking to help me, two said it's normal if i'm too tired,
and the most interesting was "you should cook or clean the house while sleeping
so that chores are done when you wake up".
another one kid that night that i might steal his laptop while he sleeps.
oh well, i do not know what i am capable of doing while sleep walking
and i do wish that it will never happen again.

artsy friday night!

2008-03-13T19:55:00.000-07:00

my friends are watching. sana lang makaabot ako.hehehe!

BASQUIAT

2008-03-12T00:18:00.001-07:00

ONAnization

2008-03-11T23:54:00.001-07:00

I am starting the year of the Rat
with more organization.
starting with my room, of course.
But I am not really making a vast improvement
right away. one at a time.
little by little.

aside from my abode,
i am stretching to make an effort to sort out my
computer files.
funny how i named them
like cam whoring and blog pics,
viscomm files,
the ex files,artsy shots..
i have yet to think about other names to
sort them out.
i stumble upon a letter
of a former boyfriend that made me cry.
well,you all know that I cry for any possible reason.
but this particular letter really did.
Now I believe that what he wrote really came from the heart.
I am almost tempted to post his letter. ahaha!
Now, that would be bad right?
or not? let me think again. tutal break na naman kami.
Looking back at memories can do something good
and well, bad in some ways.
but sometimes, trash is trash and can never be recycled into something nice.

RICE GURL'S ANNIVERSARY

2008-03-09T08:09:00.000-07:00

oh my!one year na pala akong blogger!
february 3 was my first blog post.
well, happy anniversary to me.
i am posting these delectable food
as my virtual handa. kain na!hehehe!

cheater reader

2008-03-09T05:58:00.000-07:00

have you ever cheated on finding out
the ending of the story first
before finishing the book?

i have commited that " crime" this morning.
well, this is my first time to commit this grave sin.
i felt guilty for the author.
she wrote an interesting plot, really in the now lines,
steven tyler as a character,a gay guy as bestfriend
and a lingerie sales girl as the star.
so what's bad about it?
well, the thing is, i am on the one-hundredth page already
i just felt frustrated on who will she end up with.
it has too many characters that i felt anxious about it.
what's it going to be???
but luckily, it has a nice ending.
well, it is sort of a romantic but quite serious novel.
huh? what did i just say?
hey author, strangle me.

what are other books that i haven't finished yet
for the longest time already?
hmmm..there's human bondage by maugham
and the bell jar by sylvia plath.
but i am not tempted to look at the ending.
well, the thing is, the books that i have mentioned
has really sad stories from authors whom well, led a sad life.
my defense: i want to absorb more and ponder on
what were they trying to point out and maybe suffer.
instead of reading the ending and just finding out that
living and existence has no point and that happiness is crap.
uhm, i really don't know yet.
since plath killed herself
and that maugham grew up living miserable with his relatives.
come on, these are classics.sad. high art.
darn, now i remember the stranger by camus.
it's even more dark. but i don't really know
if albert camus was as miserable as sylvia.
you have to admit that what is true to you
is your inspiration.
i asked my professor in film class once
if it is possible for a director to make such a film
that he really doesn't believe in.
example, if a director is an aetheist
but is making a film about miracles of a certain religion.
he said that it would be interesting and it falls under the
category of constructivism in art in which i will not discuss.haha.
he only said that directors are usually believers of their craft.
oh well, this is laid back sunday.
i can say that this day has a really nice ending.

emONA mode

2008-03-06T07:27:00.001-08:00

endurance is my word for this week.
i am not complaining about work.
work is work.
i just wish my body can endure long hours of work.
my mind is a mess right now.
i am so in emo mode.
i'm so tired....
darn, this blog is toxic.
____________________________________________

let me retrieve a beautiful memory.
right now, i'm listening to i'm yours by jason mraz.
i had a wonderful memory with this song.
it was christmas season.
and it was the only song that was playing the whole night.
i couldn't sleep. but i was hesitant to wake up this special guy beside me
to ask him to turn it off. he must have really like "i'm yours".
don't think about my puyat that night. i just felt great.
it was...it was just ineffable.

Aaaaaack! Commitment!

2008-02-18T07:24:00.000-08:00

what sucks big time
is that when you want to send a text message like:
"hey, let's have dinner together"
sort of thing after a long day at the office
and you just can't send it because it might mean something.
the fact is,I don't want to be alone sometimes
most especially when you really can't eat dinner at home
because you just sprayed anti mosquito!
there are no hidden meanings to my invitations.
i just want to have dinner with someone available.
plain and simple.no kidding.
oh crap, i do not think too much,
my mind is really occupied with
things that i am excited to do,
errands to attend to, and tight schedules
to fit in the more fun ones.
and yes, i always always feel bad
everytime i fail to blog twice a week.
have you ever been in a situation when things started smoothly
then it became totally awkward at times?
if i could only bring back that moments
when you are just exhaling all the stress
and thoughts to someone you can trust and who understands
your everyday.
be it over a cup of coffee or a bottle of beer.
no more, no less.
oh ,crap. everybody is commitment phobic.
i just wish you will be commited
to being a friend to me at least.

valentine blah

2008-02-14T22:37:00.000-08:00

i know no end to desiring you...
-roland barthes.

i'm always sad on my birthday...

Aishiteru

2008-02-03T07:20:00.000-08:00

I do not know if I can learn to speak another language
like some of my cool friends.
but what i do have in mind is to at least
learn to sing songs in foreign tongue.
given that No Me Ames by Mark Anthony and JLo
is pop and cheesy, the rhythm itself moved me.
you do not have to understand the meaning,
you just have to listen and feel the song- purely abstract.
if you are familiar with wassily kandinsky's paintings,
you definitely would understand what i am talking about.

Right now, i am loving Sting's Portugese version of Fragile.
and yes, a song from a Japanese boyband Kat-Tun.
Oh yes, I am in love with the
Japanese version of Backstreet Boys.
What can I say, I have no shame at all.

knight with my shining tsinelas

2008-01-03T06:21:00.001-08:00

i was on my way back to the office
to do overtime work.
my day was just fine but decided to
go home for a while so i can prepare myself
to work longer.
the jeepney ride was breezy and all i can think
of are positive thoughts. i am not kidding.
i even think i was beautiful tonight
(boy, i was that POSITIVE!).

i was walking and walking and i think
i was bouncing a little bit at that time
until my slip on snapped.
it did... it did.
and to my horror, i have realized that i am still
a couple of blocks away to the office!
i can't just try to compose myself and drag my left foot
with my broken tsinelas.
i then decided to text someone.
no matter how i pretend that i can do everything,
i still sense that i need that knight in shining armour.
that guy who will bring me this tsinelas as if it's glowing before
my eyes while i am patiently sitting
on the cold pavement. the scene will be like this:
camera behind me, worms eye view
and then he'll be there. standing...
offering me that tsinelas that i need...
he'll ask:
eto oh...okay ka lang?...
then my only response will be:
I am... fhhiiine...now that you are hhhhhere...
a lot of H will be in that for sure.

and oh, the guy i texted?
i know for sure that he'll bring me one.
he's nice anyway. naks...

but it didn't wait for him,
i decided to walk my way gracefully a couple of blocks
with my left tsinelas in hand
and finally got my composure back in our building.
what a mentos moment!

time

2008-01-02T02:12:00.000-08:00

I got this from Yuuki, a Japanese film.

To comprehend the value of one year,
just ask the students who failed their entrance exams.

To comprehend the value of one month,
just ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To comprehend the value of one week,
just ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To comprehend the value of one hour,
just ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To comprehend the value of one minute,
just ask the people who missed their stop on the train.

To comprehend the value of one second,
just ask the person who managed to avoid an accident just in time.

To comprehend the value of one-tenth of a second,
just ask the person who ended up with a silver medal at the Olympics.

The hands of the clock will continue ticking.
Therefore, treasure every moment you have.
And treat today as the utmost gift you'll have.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
GAMBATE!!!

books!

2007-12-28T21:07:00.000-08:00

this month,
i am still overflowing with joy
to have these:

One Good UP Day

2007-12-05T22:47:00.000-08:00

sa UP Film Center

dito ako nag dorm dati. summer!

UP Bahay ng Alumni. Katapat lang ito ng UP Film Center

sino si bad boy ng UP CFA?

dito lang ako kumakain ng fishballs at isaw...

lunch ko.

haay Oble...

good bye, coco

2007-12-05T06:41:00.001-08:00

i am quite certain that only few people
read my blog.
but what the heck,
this is my spot to spill my thoughts sometimes.

this is another surreal day for me to
leave the office on the dot.
my officemates are still in the battle when i left.
i have nothing else to do already.
work oddly stopped for me
and i was dead tired even before the clock ticked at 5.30 pm.

still, it's almost eleven and my body is still aching
from all the exhaustion.
i do wish this bottle of coors will help me sleep.
for two hours, i was wating for the
sleep fairy to lull me.
and still in vain.

thoughts...

what are the things that i plan to give up?
is this going to be a new year's resolution list as well?
NO.

but i am finally giving up eating chocolates.
i solemly swear with my right hand raised that
eating chocolates can kill me.
it had happened twice already that chocolate migraine attacked
while i was crossing a busy street.
the pain was almost unbearable
and i almost dropped my groceries.

i do not have any deathwish or anything.
i am fine with aging and growing old,
i just do not want to be run over by a speeding
vehicle ---ever.

yesterday's blog was about uncertainty.
and now giving up?

darn, am i turning this blog
into rice gurl's stale left over and past issues!
uhh...NO.

it's just the freaking delectable chocolates that
i am so giving up.

i'll keep on convincing
myself...
i'll keep on telling this to myself...

good bye, chocolates...
good bye....

the uncertain blog

2007-12-04T07:17:00.000-08:00

it is a given fact that
life is full of uncertainty
and the only constant in this world is change.

this morning,
it's been days that i am itching
to spend money to buy a second hand macintosh.

for a couple of bucks,
i can buy myself a decent machine.
but tonight, i have realized that
what if after five months,
after my contract ends, will i quit?
i will surely be needing money to get by
till i land on a new job.

but what if i am unemployable?
kidding.

what if next year will be the start of a new business?
i will be needing that money as my capital.

uncertainty sinked in.
and the sure solution is money.
i will be needing a sewing machine
more than a macintosh.

it is 11 pm.
i dig in over a bowl of oily, soggy fries
as my dinner and i'm still thinking about work.
how i love it sometimes,
and how i feel like i am trapped
in a warzone in some days.

it sucks that i do not know
what's going to happen to me in the future.
if i am in the right path or not.
i am having mixed emotions.
i am excited and at the same time terrified.

the future...

if only i can escape uncertainty.

maybe i'm just tired.
i just came from a warzone...

no glam, baby! part 2

2007-12-01T23:45:00.000-08:00

there are professions out there that are so intimate
that they know a detailed part of you.

would you date your dentist or gynecologist?

i remember that i was once visiting a familiy dentist
when i had a chance to meet his cute son who is a med student.

i met him when i was on "that chair"
with my mouth wide open and my saliva drooling!

i was having my root canal and oral prophylaxis at that time.
what if i have a chance with the cute guy but his dad said:

well, i took out the nicotine stains on her teeth
and there were signs that she neglects flossing sometimes, my son.
visiting your dentist is really personal.

how about your male gynecologist?
retroverted uterus measures blah blah blah...
left ovary measures blah blah blah...
right ovary measures blah blah blah...
cervix is intact.
will these thoughts play around his head?

how about if you date your dermatologist?
your warts, zits, oily skin, hyper pigmentation...

i mean, i wont even dare fart for days when my guy is around!

there are unglamorous moments that totally kills the romance.

no glam, baby!

2007-11-28T07:06:00.000-08:00

it's eleven pm and i just finished defrosting the refrigerator.
i am quite successgul in trapping the half gallon of ice cream
in a chunk of ice and NOT EVERYONE CAN DO THAT TO THEIR REF!
not to mention the ancient fish balls, squid balls
and i have hamburger patties???
there were fossils in there...

darn i have my period.
and the truth about women is we do not wear thong all the time.
we do not wear lace and sexy underwear underneath our skirt
or skinny jeans. we do have full length oneS in case we have our periods!
full length= lola underwears and even ratty ones.

fine. we own ratty underwear including bras.
we wear them when we are not going out and we want to be comfortable.
and yes, we wouldn't let YOU see them.

why ruin a Victoria's Secret when you will just stain them with period?
we are Pinays, we use sanitary napkin instead of tampon.
and oh, i do have Victoria's secret, but not lingeries.
What I have are make ups.

does that mean i wear lingerie as my lip gloss now?

Rice Gurl in bed

2007-11-23T06:14:00.001-08:00

Being sick is a luxury.

You eat what you want if you have appetite,
then you sleep and wake up trying to figure out
what to do and can do in the following hours.
to burn time, should you watch DVD?
a feel good movie?
You've Got Mail and all the Meg Ryan films
that you've seen numerous times already.
should you read a book? The book that you borrowed from a friend.
the book that you'll most likely last to read,
the book that will take years for you to return or never.
or maybe go to the supermarket and take time to finally look
at the items that you do not usually buy or NEVER purchased like CAPERS.
I mean what is that?

But i cannot.
Just the thought of making any sudden movement
is making my head hurt more,
and i am so weak that opening a jar of mayo is such a task.

when we are sick,
we are doomed to sit on our assess or lie down in bed
and wallow in pain and boredom-- unfashionably, of course.
How can you wear skimpy clothes if you are cold?
I am wearing pink peejays with hearts on it
and my orange and black socks.

Tragic, isn't it?

Being bored.
that word again is a luxury for a person
who rarely leaves the office on the dot.
i cannot even function for other concerns
when i have time now.

i dozed off for one and a half hours
only to wake up with painful joints
and a higher body temperature.

who enjoys feeling sick anyway?

i, for that matter even despise taking any medicine when i am sick.
And the sound of the clock ticking in the living room
is making me even more dizzy!

this is one of the disadvantages of living independently.
you are always alone and no one will take care of you.
no back rubbing, no homemade soups and no "take your pill"
every four hours.

i am feeling more sad and vulnerable.
if there's a sound of a heart that broke,
i think i already heard it...

shape of my heart

2007-11-15T21:56:00.000-08:00

this is a beautiful, beautiful song by Sting.
here's the lyrics. please download it if you have time.
i am so feeling this song right now.
enjoy!

"Shape Of My Heart"

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart...

rice gurl is eating a lot again

2007-11-12T19:31:00.000-08:00

since i am dropping the exhibit plan,
i can now continue on writing the third chapter of my "counting fridays".
using pen and paper is an excuse that i am old school in terms of method in writing
and because i am poor and i do not have a laptop.
it's not just me, i heard that Julie Yap Daza still uses her typewriter
but that was five years ago. She's propably a macintosh user now.
i will soon post each chapter.

for now, enjoy the food pictures!
trying out new restos is so cool!
well, new or not eating is freaking fun!

twenty four hours ago, i want to be a groupee

2007-11-12T18:10:00.000-08:00

i found myself in a familiar bar in quezon city one friday night.
inhaling the second hand smoke and drinking cheap beer in my hand.
i have forgotten that this is QC,
you can smoke inside an air-conditioned room.

the last time that i was there was two years ago.
i was the proud girlfriend of a vocalist of a rock band then.
that was the first time i became a groupee.
i really dressed up to play the part
and was quite aware that i was being weighed by
a couple of women if i am fit to be the girlfriend of the rocker boyfriend.
well, actually....no.i deserve better. hahaha!

i do not want to be called a groupee but i had my crazy days
and those years were ancient.

but this time is a different story.
i confess that i am a groupee of this special bassist
of a death metal band.
he plays very well and the young man surprisingly has manners.
but the main reason why i will keep on watching their gigs
is because of his name. it has unnecessary H in it!
he is so freaking special.
right, xandi?

squeezing life

2007-11-09T11:46:00.000-08:00

i wish that 4 hours of sleep a day is enough to meet deadlines
and hoping that office won't recognize my dozing off periods.
exhibit, rackets on the side, the weekly laundry,
cleaning and cooking, dermatologist visits,the business plans,
the social life that is barely alive
and the "trying to be a groupee me" that i plan to blog soon.

one at a time... my hands are full...

thank heavens that i have short hair--
saves me time from brushing my hair!
the obsessive compulsive me that used to fix all the stuff
in my room and on my bed before going to sleep
is now absent for a while.
i actually find myself putting everything on the floor
that seems like booby traps.
oh yeah...booby...traps.

it's an odd odd world

2007-10-30T19:12:00.000-07:00

call me a psycho for feeling like a lard of fat
when i tried fitting a couple of skinny jeans.
the damn thing won't even reach my mid thighs!
women have existing hips and thighs.
but it seems like most women stopped eating
and their size is really next to a fetus.
they suddenly shrunk or these are new species of women that i do not know of.
i am a size zero. is there a -2 now?

maybe i should stop gobbling these good cupcakes

to be able to fit in this cute pair!

i wish that halloween is my birthday

2007-10-30T18:42:00.000-07:00

food and fun

2007-10-29T18:22:00.000-07:00

what can i say....
i love FOOD!

naan bread, roti and lamb curry at a bumbay restaurant in banawe

my freaky breakfast. egg with two yolk!

my winner omelette. with hungarian sausage,basil, queso, hotdogs...the whole shebang!

this is my favorite STASH of herb! i do not really know what they put in it that makes this tea sooo freaking GOOD!

tonkatsu burger, anyone?

vanilla milkshake...

i LOVE this place.....

a very good roti

and a must try chapatis!

and for the sweet ending...

pandanus pancake with coconut.
this is love...

YES, I AM VAIN AND THIS BLOG IS ABOUT ME

2007-10-24T10:29:00.000-07:00

fine. do not look at these pictures if you do not want to see my face.
just that i like these pictures.
the frozen happy moments of my life.
i am so vain right now so almost all of it are ME ME MEEEE!

well, my bestfriend's vain too.

the god of sleep

2007-10-17T01:01:00.000-07:00

eight hours of office work, check.
cook dinner, check
wash laundry, check.
wash my shoes, check.

it has been two hours...
i am really not at peace with the god of sleep.

this is good if i am motivated to do my scuptures for december exhibit,
make trinkets as giveaways for christmas, design bags for business,
start reading borrowed books from friends so i can finally return them,
make my own shawl, paint, draw....
i wish i was bored and just think of what i am going to do with my life
instead of thinking where will i start first.

boredom is luxury.
and there is no room for jaded moments
for a pauper like me.
not to mention my zero sick leaves
and only seven days of personal leaves
until the year ends.

darn, i do not want to do anything tonight but my close my eyes
and be at peace with the world.
i deserve some sleep.
i have got to have energy during daytime.

but in a way, this blogging before midnight
help me ponder.
what should i be living for?
where did all my passion go?
where can i get my motivations?

i have a lot of things
to learn.
i should stay focus...

but first, i have to water my new cactus shigi-shigi.

animated inanimate objects

2007-10-10T21:50:00.000-07:00

how far do you go to naming inanimate objects?
most of us already put names on our stuffed toys
and cars and it is normal behavior.

have i become too far that aside from dipping my finger
in not edible stuff or tasting pedigree pellets that my dog
loves to eat, i was already putting names on my plants,
my ipod, my mp3 player,our apartment, my guitar and my umbrella.
if i have favorite pairs of shoes and bags,
i might just put names on each one of them.

i usually do the self asessment test.
have i have become some lunatic that makes inanimate objects
alive in my head or i am just a plain sad person and i create
my own world (either or, still the idea is crazy).
yes i do talk to my stuffed toys and plants sometimes,
but i do think there's nothing wrong with that.
and besides, i stopped talking the silly fauna
when the leaves were all dried up and yes, dead.

but in a way, this is bad habit.
it's unhealthy. every time that inanimate object
got lost or broken, and again that "dead" word,
it affects me.naming things means creating a "life" out of it.
you "personify" the object.

maybe that's why i have a lot of things that
i am having a hard time of just letting go.
i am maybe taking things too personal.

bad... baad... baaad.............

oh well, the carousel ride was worth it.
i still think it was a real horse.
surprisingly, i didn't think of a name for it.

sleep will crawl hopefully

2007-10-07T07:58:00.000-07:00

hoping sleep will crawl for a dead tired person like me.
it is sunday, why can't i freaking doze off?

anyway, it's really crazy that aside from my friendster account,
my multiply account, this blogspot account, i also have shelfari
and face book to maintain!do not forget that i also regularly
check my yahoo mail. and because of this,
i only have one password for the four of them so i won't forget.
but i have to say that i like shelfari because your friends
can share and suggest books that they like.
you even have "shelves" to post the books
that you are currently reading.
pretty fun actually.

facebook is, well, it is so much like friendster.
but i have to admit that i do have respect for facebook.com
because our "cool and smart" batchmate finally joined
the sillyness of the computer age.
and yes, he was the very first to invite me to join facebook.
maybe face book is for fun and intelligent people.
if that's the case, there should be an option
in face book wherein they post pictures of banned people
from their site,and yes, they will definitely include me.
what the heck. i am still not banned
so i can still post my hideous pictures.

this morning i finally figure out
what i really want for myself this coming christmas.
aside from the silly ipod holder for my little devil ipod jim,
i would love to have a yoga matt.
i do not know why i enjoy the stretching and stuff.

darn i miss clubbing.
i miss alcohol and rock music.

oh my...for the love of God, i need sleep.

Love and Marriage

2007-10-03T02:24:00.000-07:00

frank sinatra's songs infuse happiness in my heart.
it can make me sing and dance in the rain like crazy.
now i can fuse genuine and happiness in one sentence.

sinatra's moon river can also make me cry.
there is really something magical
of how sinatra sing each song....

i can always imagine myself listening to his songs in the afternoon
when i am really old, drinking coffee
and having a fun conversation with my significant other.

it is simple yet substantial.

and i think that's what's living is all about.
you experience joy and sorrows-together.
these are the things i oftenly dream about.
these are one of the many things that i am really honest about.
i want to age gracefully.
i want to love genuinely and i want to be loved.

no bullshit.

i can be happy with little things,
hoping that material things
won't be an obstacle to my jovial journey in life.

i want to have my own love story.
and i want it to be a happy ending.

Sinatra really brings out the dreamer in me...

sleepless at jopet's

2007-09-30T08:27:00.001-07:00

i still can't doze off.
six more hours and i'll prepare for office again.
someone told me that there there are two possibilities
that will occur to a person
if he's been lacking sleep for a long time.
either he'll die of a heart attack or he'll live longer.
i think that person actually used the word "immortal".
nah, i do not want to risk it whether i become immortal
or i'll just drop dead somewhere.

i remember the film " the science of sleep".
the main character was played by gael garcia bernal.
this is one of those surreal movies
that makes you cringe occasionally,
will leave you with questions,
will annoy you from unbelievable events
you are basically "tormenting" yourself
from trying to grasp what the film is all about.
gael is good looking,i'll give you that.
but he plays the part of an eccentric guy.
i really do not want to see him go all crazy all the time.
too bad, i finished the film already.
and yes, it left me with my head hurting.
much worse than a chocolate migraine.
a headache and a bad back.that baaad.

i have this book entitled sleepless in manila.
i am not sure if i already blogged about this but
it is a compilation of filipino writers who wrote
essays about lack of sleep.
the majority of the authors are insomniacs.
one writer wrote that national heroes
or great men are most likely to be insomniacs.
the writer specifically mentioned was
jose rizal for his numerous and great achievements
in a span of short years.
i believe so.

i can stay up late.
i can stare at the walls and enjoy the silence.
i can fathom on decisions that has to be made.
i can think of fresh ideas.
i can eat a lot during late hours.
but excerting more muscle other than thinking
and masticating food is usually almost impossible.
i have a bad back really, i need to rest it
so i can work during day time.

everytime i see my sculptures,
i cannot almost believe that i finished
every piece in such short time.
i can work with no sleep
and always under my adrenalin way back then.
four years ago....
is this old age or i just lack motivation?
do i have chronic laziness now?

i have tons of plans for my assemblage.
but until now,
all i are stacks of garbage in my room to sleep with.

it's almost daytime.
good morning, people.

(be)friend me

2007-09-30T01:37:00.000-07:00

do i still have friends?
okay i was half wishing that the motel party will be moved
so i can attend the officemate's birthday celebration this saturday night.
i know i am awful to even think about ditching my friends.
but someone cancelled due to octoBEER fest IN september.
i am saved.and the two of them will have dinner instead.

i am off the hook.
i can go to the officemate's bash.
but then again i felt tired
and sleepy that i have to call it a day.
i checked on my bestfriend who had dinner with our gay friend.
and i'll say this again,our gay friend.
my.gay.friend.too.ok?
we only have one gay friend that we share,
so it is important.
she said they ate at this indian restaurant near their place.
i said how come you never took me to that place, anyway?
she said i always come late so that resto is closed already.
okay they enjoyed dinner.
fine.
so you are supposed to have that thing with your officemates tonight huh?
i'm gonna call (insert name) so we'll hangout and take pictures.
just the two of us.
and then i said fine.
enjoy taking pictures of her back, okay?
it's always that same back pose.
enjoy.enjoy.

i am even horrible to just text a friend who is leaving for Germany
three days ago because i was too tired that night.
he left without texting me back.
it was my fault.
and i won't be seeing him for almost two years.
i am awful.

this morning i texted another friend and said,
psst.miss na kita.
three hours after that and still no reply from her.
another message i sent to a friend that says
congratulations on your baby angel.
God bless.i even thought of asking
if he till wants me to be a godmother to his daughter
but after two hours of that, still no reply.
i sent another message that says,
you should watch this movie when harry met sally.
the humor is so like yours.and no reply, surprised still?

i am itching to make a phone call right now.
but it will be too painful if my friend teacher is
a) sleeping b)busy grading papers or c)out watching a movie

oh my...
have i have become boring?
given that i do not have social life,
am i drab to hangout with?
should i learn tap dance to make people smile nowadays?
somebody please,
hangout with me.

Salivating Saturday

2007-09-29T20:45:00.001-07:00

Since weekends are for families,
you are my family.
My sister told me yesterday
while we were waiting for our baby back ribs
with Mustard Bourbon sauce.
we love to try new restos.
and the search for the good food is always exciting.
and this lazy Saturday,
we ended up dining in Myron's Steaks Ribs
and Seafoods resto in Rockwell.
quite pricey for a pauper like me.
i felt like a man when our food was served.
that big slab of red meat is really something.
i can almost hear James Hetfield's growl and say
"This is a good piece of MEAT".
the ribs is tender, sweet,a bit spicy with mild touch of herbs.
the mustard is just right.
the grilled slice of tomato and the sauteed carrots in butter
really complemented the juicy ribs.
i enjoyed lunch.
though it is quite disappointing that the
grilled tomato, carrots and asparagus
are the regular garnish in
every main course.
oh well, our food trip doesn't end there.

i finally fell in love with cupcakes.
i am honestly disappointed with Sonja cupcakes
and others that i have already tried.
i didn't even attempted to have a taste of Baker's Dozen
because what they're offering
is something that you've already tasted
or at least you have an idea what it'll taste like.
thoguh they do have cute visuals to start with.

this certain cupcake that i fell in love with has a hint of cocktails in it.
liquor might not be one of the best ingredient in your sweets
but what they have is just mild kick in it.
they do also have interesting description of what they really put.
i have tired their cosmopolitan and bailey's cupcakes.
the lady beside me is crazy for their margharita and pinacolada.
alas,i forgot the name of their store and they didn't put anything in their
containers in case you go gaga and you want more of it!
i'll definitely go back to Rockwell
just to sink my teeth in those yummy cupcakes again.
(i'll post that cosmopolitan cupcake soon for you guys to salivate with).

after a few minutes of sugar rush,
i then ended my food story with
blackberry green tea frappuccino.

i do love this Saturday....

Salivating Saturday

2007-09-29T20:45:00.000-07:00

Since weekends are for families,
you are my family.
My sister told me yesterday
while we were waiting for our baby back ribs
with Mustard Bourbon sauce.
we love to try new restos.
and the search for the good food is always exciting.
and this lazy Saturday,
we ended up dining in Myron's Steaks Ribs
and Seafoods resto in Rockwell.

quite pricey for a pauper like me.
i felt like a man when our food was served.
that big slab of red meat is really something.
i can almost hear James Hetfield's growl and say
"This is a good piece of MEAT".
the ribs is tender, sweet,a bit spicy with mild touch of herbs.
the mustard is just right.
the grilled slice of tomato and the sauteed carrots in butter
really complemented the juicy ribs.
i enjoyed lunch.
though it is quite disappointing that the
grilled tomato, carrots and asparagus
are the regular garnish in
every main course.
oh well, our food trip doesn't end there.

i finally fell in love with cupcakes.
i am honestly disappointed with Sonja cupcakes
and others that i have already tried.
i didn't even attempted to have a taste of Baker's Dozen
because what they're offering
is something that you've already tasted
or at least you have an idea what it'll taste like.
but they do have cute visuals to start with.

this certain cupcake that i fell in love with
has a hint of cocktails in it.
liquor might not be one of the best ingredient in your sweets
but what they have is just mild kick in it.
they do also have interesting description of what they really put.
i have tired their cosmopolitan and bailey's cupcakes.
the lady beside me is crazy for their margarita and pinacolada.
alas,i forgot the name of their store and
they didn't put anything in their
containers in case you go gaga and you want more of it!
i'll definitely go back to Rockwell
just to sink my teeth in those yummy cupcakes again.
(i'll post that cosmopolitan cupcake soon
for you guys to salivate with).

after a few minutes of sugar rush,
i then ended my food story with
blueberry green tea frapuccino from Starbucks.

i do love this Saturday....

sining opening

2007-09-29T19:44:00.000-07:00

Sana maka-attend ako sa opening ng exhibit na ito.

motel and slutty clothes

2007-09-27T19:32:00.000-07:00

i am quite excited about our Motel Party tonight.
three girls and one gay guy is hot enough i think.
haha. i do have "crazy" friends.
do i have enough slutty clothes for this sizzling saturday night?
i do not think so.
but my friend begged to disagree.
she said i have enough for the four of us.
oh well, we'll see!
oh, i'll definitely wear my fishnet stockings!

lost and lost

2007-09-11T22:10:00.000-07:00

I'm not good with fights or arguments.
i may argue wrongly and may say things that i do not mean.
maybe out of anger, that makes me a liar...

in my own self assesment,
my actions are more rue.
if i'm too sissy to say what i feel,
i may show it in a different way.
pag mahal kita, ipapakita ko.
i am too scared to say what i feel
because it is such a gamble.
i do not want to see rejection in the eyes of the guy i love.
i may never recover from the picture...

i am difficult to understand and i confuse myself at times.
but i also give myself some slack sometimes.
i grew tired of confusion.
pero marami palang bagay na dapat sinasabi
at hindi lang ipinaparamdam.
kailangan ko rin ng assurance.
at kailangan ko ring malaman kung wala.

i am not mad anymore...
i am just so honestly sad...

KIMBAP DAY

2007-09-07T03:53:00.000-07:00

xandi and i loves to celebrate.
if there's a reason to drink liquor
and indulge on food--we do it.
we already had our pizza party.
i think we're the ones who started
the hair party way back in college.
maarte na kung maarte
but we celebrate joys of friendship
or we are just plain silly and we love to have fun!

and for this year specifically tomorrow,
we'll prepare kimbap.

all the kimbap that we can eat to fatten ourselves...
once again, this is the good life...

rice gurl's prayers and diet dilemma

2007-09-05T20:34:00.000-07:00

102 lbs is no joke for me.
i gained 4 lbs this year.
i am not weight obsessed
but the clothes i wear are just the right sizes
so i cannot afford to gain a lot.
it is not a matter of vanity but a matter of budget.
i cannot afford to buy new wardrobe to go with my bigger size.

but screw it now,
i had fever for three days and cannot afford to take sick leaves.
now, this freaking weird spasm in my chest is bugging me.
i lost my health card so i cannot visit the doctor this month.
i just have to eat.
that's all i can do for now.
crazy me.
if mom knows about this,
she'll drag me to the doctor.
she panics a lot anyway.

it is quite odd that there comes a time
that most problems arise in one period.
obstacles towards happiness...

my only daily prayers for myself is that
i thank our creator that i was able
to finish each day no matter how hard or easy it is.
that i do not get sick often and that i am always safe.

whatever happens,
I thank God for every trial.
he has plans for me
and every task he gives me will only make me stronger...

out of frustration

2007-09-03T23:46:00.000-07:00

there are a lot of things that i am frustrated about.
am i beginning to turn my blog in to a toxic one?
but we all do get frustrated and sad.
i feel it everytime i see the peace of paper on my wall that says
"buong pusong pag-aalay ng sarili para sa bayan- UP".
I have to be empowered to be able to do that
and i know there are a lot of ways.
i am not trying hard enough.
but another thing that made me more sad
was that the news regarding our college.
a lot of issues arises and maybe power grabbing
and finance issues are involved.
sana lang maisip lang nila na kung hindi ka makatulong,
huwag mo namang tulungang patayin ang unibersidad
na kumakalinga parin sayo.
alam mo na ngang mahirap lang ang college natin,
pero yung magpahirap ka pa sa sitwasyon e magisip-isip ka naman.
sana lang mas united tayo towards something
more strong and productive.
yung makikinabang tayo.
charity case na nga magturo sa UP e.
mahuhusay na propesor na maliit lang ang mga sweldo.
teaching is a noble job,
and the professors in this university is so passionate about their field.
tapos against pa kayo sa mga tamang layunin nila?
do you know how many national artist came from UPCFA?
almost half of the total number.
Ilan ang art school sa Pilipinas?
tangina, ang hirap na nga mag survive sa art world,
nagkakagulo pa...

miss ko na magmura

2007-08-30T19:43:00.000-07:00

putangina! gusto kong matulog!
'tangina! gusto kong kumain ng kumain!
paksyet! wala pa'kong ipod earphones kase ang mahal!
fucker! ang tagal ko nang hindi nakakapanood ng gig!
tangina!miss ko nang uminom!
tangina!miss ko na magpa-massage!
putangina!putangina!putangina!putangina!putangina!
putangina!putangina!putangina!putangina!putangina!
putangina!putangina!putangina!putangina!putangina!
frustrated na frustrated nako!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
friday na, putangina!
gusto ko nang umuwi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

old photos

2007-08-27T23:22:00.000-07:00

forgive my cheap camera phone.
here are some of the pics that i have in it:

xandi at beach house in UP.

we just love to eat....

my stuffed toys. maky, piggy and coco

maky's photo moment

ultimatum

2007-08-27T19:06:00.000-07:00

all i want right now is to see the big chest of jason bourne in the big screen-
not to mention a few inches of his nipples.
call it almost like a gay talk- i had it this weekend anyway.
i have to find the time to see bourne ultimatum,
hoping that i do not have to drag myself out
when it will be on a rainy day.

i have to get to see the film before the last show ends.

anyway, i get to see disturbia last night.
the freaking movie made me tired.
effective suspense thriller
that seems like i was harassing my date
everytime i hold him.
i'll leave the synopsis and the review of this flick to others.
i am still tired up to this moment.

anyway, my head is a mess.
still have a biatch of a miraine from time to time.

the best of the best

2007-08-24T02:03:00.000-07:00

these stuff killed me!
got them from chucknorrisfacts.com.

* Chuck Norris trick-or-treated as himself as a child.
* Chuck Norris invented the question mark.
* Chuck Norris can split the atom. With his bare hands.
* On Valentine's Day, Chuck Norris gives his wife the still beating heart of one of his enemies.
Being very romantic, Chuck Norris believes every day should be Valentine's Day.

* On the SAT if you put Chuck Norris for every answer you will score over 8000
* Chuck Norris can jump-start a car using jumper cables attached to his nipples.
* Chuck Norris needs a monkeywrench and a blowtorch to masturbate.
* The best part of waking up, is not Folgers in your cup, but knowing that Chuck Norris didn't kill you in your sleep.
* Instead of having a cigarette after sex, Chuck Norris heads outside and brands his cattle.
* When Chuck Norris wants an egg, he cracks open a chicken.
* Chuck Norris can sneeze with his eyes open.
* Chuck Norris does not know about this website.
If he did he would have just deleted the internet.
* Chuck Norris puts the laughter in mansLAUGHTER.
* Chuck Norris can judge a book by its cover.
* Chuck Norris doesn't consider it sex if the woman survives.
* Chuck Norris doesn't kill two birds with one stone.
Chuck Norris kills all birds, with two stones. The ones in his pants.

visit the damn cool site if you want to see more!

about a boy

2007-08-20T06:26:00.000-07:00

Tonight, i deserve a chocolate cake
and a chocolate drink.
It has been two days since I gave my last shot.
Hours ago, my phone finally rang.
And the only answer was "Eto, nangangamusta lang..."
Three years is long enough for me to move on.
"Tinatanggap ko na natalo ako..."

This is the start.
I will wake up and finally stop loving him...

Hindi naman nakakamatay ang lungkot e...

chilly childhood stuff

2007-08-19T08:23:00.000-07:00

there are things that somewhat i still cannot grow out from.
i bet if i hear the lines
" please don't go girl...tell me you'll stay...
by new kids on the block,
i'll still go gaga and sing along--even in public.
and when it comes to my first crush and first love,
i can say i am still not over them--
my heartbeats con espresso.

i have a theory,
maybe that's why JLo chose Mark Anthony.
maybe she used to be a Menudo fan
and Mark Anthony is her puppy love.
when will come a time that we will really be over that feeling?
well, i got over Doogie Hauser 'coz he's openly gay now.
Maybe those girls who used to fancy this certain member
of N'Sync group, we'll they'll probaby over him now.
there's no use in competing.
we only learn to accept.
but what am i talking about?
i failed to see Sam today at Glorietta and i felt really bad.
and we only learn to admire...

everytime i eat spanish bread in the afternoon,
it never failed to remind me of a certain moment
that i was playing outside our house
eating and listening to the AM radio of our neighbor
(Darn, there are so many power ballads in the early 90's
and i enjoyed singing some of them).

i used to like stuffed toys when i was kid,
and my favorite was this cute brown dog we call Dodong,
and when i was in highschool,
i learned to dislike such things.
these things collects millions of dustmites
not to mention lints that makes me more of a psycho.
and nobody gave me anything anyway.

do we even grow out from our favorite author
when we were younger?
of course we do.
we mature, we become smarter
and we learn to disagree with them.
but a friend said that even if we try to act scholarly enough,
we will never get over reading erotica
and romance pocketbooks.

i guess she was right.
sex will always be sex.

knight in shining armour

2007-08-15T19:26:00.000-07:00

if there will be a modern rapunzel in these times,
i am sure that all she wants
is to be saved from flood.

yesterday, i failed to go to the office.
it was raining pretty hard
and when i went outside,
the street turned into a fishbowl.
i was trapped.
horrifying feeling crawled up.
andami ko na ngang absent e...
still i do not have any choice but stay at jopet's.
i wonder if i have a knight in shining armour to save me,
aka he's got a ride,
carry me in his arms,
drive me to the office
and will fetch me after.
the handy savior that i can count on.
pero mahirap yun,
he has a career too!
......................................

no matter how i try to look tough, independent
and act that everything is all right,
i do always enjoy the benefit of having a "knight in shining armour".
...........................

we all want to be saved from something sometimes.
we all do want to be saved
and we all do want to feel that we are not alone-sometimes.

independent and ungrateful that i seem like,
i never forget the good things that people has done for me.
___________________________________

(my friends really are my knight in shining armour
but it's too cheesy and all of them
are going to gag if i blog about how good they are to me.
i bet, i will not be their friend anymore.
we are not the sloppy joe types)

rice garbage

2007-08-10T09:28:00.000-07:00

artsy people consider junk shops
and hardwares stores as "The Place" to be in.
It is a given fact.

but i wonder if there are a lot of people who keeps stuff
just for the heck of it?

i have this habit of collecting anything that will
remind me of a good memory.
and these tickets, wrappers and other stuff
are the things that crowds my drawing table for
years now.
what's the point anyway?
nobody knows the sentimental value
of that pile of garbage but me?

why do i still keep them?
maybe for the reason that
every piece of that memory reminds me
of how i have lived my life.
how much i have enjoyed
or how sad i was at certain points.

so far, i have no regrets.
but i am thinking of making a couch from it.
yes, a couch.
at least it'll be functional.
who knows..

what did i do today?

2007-08-07T01:13:00.000-07:00

>rate marc jacobs'
and ann demeulemeester's 2007 fall collection.
hideous or fabulous?
what a lame tuesday.
but some of marc's new works are quite fab i'd say.
God, i love ann! fantabulous works,
but the fur stuff kills meeeee!)

TO XANDI:
since you love Betsy Johnson,
i think, this look will suit you.
from her 2007 Fall collection, of course...

@ jopet's

2007-08-06T20:41:00.001-07:00

i do not know where to really post this.
but maybe blogspot is better.
i am much comfortable with strangers
reading my thoughts than with people i really know.
i actually told my sister not to read my blog,
i am quite a different person when it comes to my friends.
friends and family are separate.
you might find it odd but true.

what am i at jopet's without my hair product?
well, i do pick my nose,
i really have oily face,
i brush my teeth as often-
same manner of how often i eat.
every trip to the kitchen to wash my hands or anything
will be a quick stop towards the refrigerator.
i always, always check what's inside.
looking for something to nibble onto.
i saw dad doing the same thing at home.
i definitely got it from him.

aside from eating,
i do really enjoy listening to
"no me ames" by mark anthony and JLo.
and if you check my ipod,
not all songs in it are considered as cool.
my guilty pleasures...
another thing is,
i am so thrilled whenever i purchase a tagalog pocket book!
the senorito series or whatever that most women read.
to be honest, there are good ones
and the kilig factor is there!
though i dispose it after reading.
EVIDENCE.

i am a tea addict.
milk tea, chrysanthemum,
jasmine,green tea ....any kind.
though i refrain from drinking it
during weekdays.
tea is diuretic
therefore it hampers work.

i eat in my bed even if i hate cockroaches.
(how can i eat in my bed if i'm always in the office anyway?)
i burn phonelines usually.
i eat and talk over the phone to gossip and stuff.
it takes longer if i'm talking to a guy friend.
gossiping...no kidding...

i hate clothes.
i hate wearing clothes.
i am at my most comfortable in sheer fabric.

given that i love food,
whenever i have a craving and i can cook it,
i will cook it.
no matter what time or how starve i am.
i am like a mad woman cutting vegetables
or frying something in the kitchen
with a blank look on her face.
true.

i do love to watch Pinoy films,
most especially romance and stuff.
call it crap but i enjoy watching
piolo pascual and sam milby on my screen
(but hopefully not together).
i am such a sucker for romantic flicks.
and i usually cry in the movies
(okay, i cry for any possible reason).

whatelse?...
hmmm...
that's all i can think of right now.
see?
i am almost normal.

playing matchmaker

2007-07-25T22:15:00.000-07:00

on the account that i thought i was an expert observer in human behavior,
i have attempted to play matchmaker to my friends.
since my social life be can classified in numerous ways,
i get to meet people with interesting personalities.
my friends are all cool-
starting from the smartest to really bad ass
like if you steal our parking space,
we will leave a lot of lovely dent on your lovely car!
(it is a crime, i know...)
i wonder kung nagpahilamos yung guy na yun the next day.
bwahahaha!

anyway, i didn't matchmake my bad ass girl friend
because she is already dating my bad ass guy friend.

what i do is, i pick single friends from each group,
give their numbers and charge them for coffee
if they end up in a good note.

i already made six pairs.

alas, i have never had any free coffee yet.

from now on,
i'll stop playing matchmaker.
it is a sign that i cannot make it as a career.

oh, i should be matchmaking myself first.
sheeeesssssshhhh..........

Love ulet?

2007-07-21T19:14:00.000-07:00

"There are so many songs about love"
-Andy Warhol

A friend of mine told me that
it has been one of her biggest mistake
to listen to love songs
while she's mending her broken heart
(are we really broken after a break-up anyway?).

she said that if you listen to songs
about heartaches and hopes about it,
you will be more depressed.

I could not imagine
how many times she listened to
way back into love and that mariah Carey
song that i do not want to remember.
mariah carey? i mean, wow...
she must've been really down
to listen to that crap.

fine, i am not trying to be cool here,
i myself used to have break-up
songs of my own.
but to tell you honestly,
i seldom payed attention to the lyrics.
i cannot comprehend what the song is about.
hey, i just want to cry.
the only purpose of music
is to drown my sobs.

the only love song that i know by heart
is "Kwarto" by Sugarfree.
God knows how many times
i listened to it
while i cry in my room or in public.
yes, in public. what a loser.

this friend of mine told me
that her found remedy are songs
by Christina Aguilera and TLC.
thank heavens she did not mention Britney Spears.
i might have smacked her in the mall
if she utter "Britney".
oh, i am such a bad friend.
nyahaha!

Liwanag sa Dilim helped me a lot
whenever i am tired and scared due to work
or a kaput relationship happens.
and of course, marilyn manson.
too bad, Rivermaya broke up
and i have no idea what's the new
manson line up now.
bands break-up too.

back to my friend,
she was quite surprised how i manage to
sound and look okay always.
that i never called her everytime i am down.
i told her that i prefer to deal
with my emotions alone.
ganun talaga ang buhay.

every endings are not easy,
but i guess if you get a lot of it,
it'll definitely hurt less.

as of Andy Warhola,
uhm, yes, I love him.

you are my moors

2007-07-21T18:50:00.000-07:00

If this virgin since birth popular blogger
is looking for a girlfriend,
I am honestly looking for my chef.
but how can i meet any of them?
they end up with chefs too.
culinary school romance is hard to beat
and i cannot afford dining
in fab restos as often as i want.
fine, i'll just look for someone
who can cook me good food
aka hot guy who knows good dishes.
better yet, he cooks for me naked
or flips omelet wearing an apron--
only that apron.

food = love.

that's how i do my math.
yesterday,
i was able to
cook the really good fried noodles
that i have tried and dreamt about in binondo.
yes, i dream about good food.
and it made me a bit sad.
i want someone to cook for me sometimes.

i have this favorite chinese resto
in Mall of Asia.
the dishes were beautifully presented even.
after dinner, i came to the cashier
to compliment them for such a treat.
near this lady cashier
is a really good looking manager.
he just gave me a nod but he didn't smile back at me.
i then again visit their other branch in Jupiter street
the following month,
and to my surprise,
he's there, serving our dessert
and smiling at me this time!
i bet he does that to all of the
gluttonous diners like me.
but still, it felt like i had my chance.
when i looked into his eyes,
i can almost hear him say:
"you love good food?
i will feed you good food". Marry me..."
ahaha! i am so deluded.
must be the MSG they put.
at least i have an excuse.
hmmm.. I didn't dare try to flirt
with him that night,
I was with my family!
sayang.

left and disabled

2007-07-15T06:25:00.000-07:00

i have opened numerous tuna cans using a knife
without cutting myself.
an acquired skill because there was a necessity.
if i failed to do it, i will starve.
it was during college days that you are so tired,
busy and hungry that you just have to eat
then sleep after a tiring day.
and it usually is tiring.

since the beautiful tuna cans are the only
ones that served as a decoration in that old apartment
and so as my staple food,
i am usually drawn to admire and consume it.
if i was a cum laude graduate,
i will be happy to endorse their products.
but no, it didn't made me smarter.
too bad.

but this is not the whole point to this blog
(as if i ever had).
these high-tech can openers are really great.
new designs made my life easy even if
it is specially made for right handed people.
i was a well adjusted left handed
who enjoys opening tuna cans using my right hand.
not that my diet didn't change from tuna after all these years.

but the big fuzz of a problem started when i tried opening
a bottle of sesame oil.
i thought that these expensive can openers
serve as a wine and bottle opener too?

i honestly examined it
and attempted to open that special bottle
for ten minutes.
yes looking like an idiot,
and maybe i uttered:
"Oble taught me a lot of things in life.
did UP forgot to teach me how to open a bottle
using a can opener"?

what if there is a bottle emergency?
and i'm alone and i cannot open it?

what the....

still, the bottle of sesame oil
is left unopened.
i have tried but always in vain.

but i know that i can learn
the skill soon.
i know i will...

the food driven life

2007-07-07T22:03:00.000-07:00

more restos to try...
RICE GURL tries RICE WINE!
SAKE at SAKURA!
(darn, i'm almost rhyming!)

okay, it's a liquor.
but hot liquor on a rainy saturday is just perfect.
their spicy tuna sushi is to dieeeeee for!
it has rice (syempre), rice crispies, fresh tuna cubes
and other edible(i think) stuff.
really tasty.
it's a must for people who are hesitant to eat raw fish.
the right amount of chili drowns out
the fishy taste and smell of tuna.
sobrang masarap. promise.
please, please try it.

sakura has a branch in SM mall of asia.
quite interesting.
i do not know if it's a pick up joint/resto
'cause we saw this man impatiently waiting,
having his beer in the al fresco area
while this MILF in red blouse,
sexy jeans, and red high heeled shoes arrived.
definitely not his wife.
if i had too much sake,
a big possibility that i came out to them
and screamed: IMMORALS! SHAMELESS!
to their faces.haha!

but that's not my point.
the purpose of my existence is to try good food
and not to tell people what they should and shouldn't do.
i do not have the right to tell people
how they should be living their lives.
but if you ask me...
maybe i'll tell you
- with compensation, of course.
more money = more food.

kalye ni juan in MOA is okay as well.
pinoy food, reasonable price.
the kind of resto
your mom will probably enjoy.
i guess i kinda enjoyed it more
because i was eyeing
this good looking lesbian the whole time.
lesbian? me? immoral? haha!

banana leaf in greenbelt 3 is okay too
according to my sister.
their rotti and chicken curry is a must.
did i just say BANANA?
i actually haven't tried it though.
i mean, the resto not the BANANA.

oh, the choco caramel mousse in red ribbon
i freaking good!
try a slice, please.
you will definitely love it.
it's better than sex- i mean the chocolate cake.
or i just want to mention the word sex?
is it illegal?
SUE ME.

puff and gulp

2007-07-05T21:37:00.000-07:00

i miss smoking.
the art of puffing smoke
is almost like a silent prayer for me.
the habit started way back during my first year in college
when it's raining in the afternoon,
the city is gray,
and the cold temperature made me feel more alone.
it took awhile before i have found my new set of friends.
so marlboro menthol or lucky strike were the only thing
that kept me composed at that time.

cigarettes have become more of a bestfriend.
those were the days that i have mastered the art of being alone.
i enjoyed singlehood in pools of pairs.

always armed with my notepad and a pen, a good book,
and a pack of my bestfriend
and i'm good the whole day.

mp3 players and ipod are still not widely available at that time.
it's quite good though,
since i cannot drown my environment with music
i have become a keen listener to other people's conversations.
human behavior is an interesting topic to research onto anyway.
couple's breaking up, people gossiping,
a flunked exam, a good party
and even murderous intents.
surprise...surprise...
and all those times,
i have kept an impassive face.
do not stare at me.
i do not want to be bothered.

i really want to go back to smoking
but my lungs cannot handle it.
i even find the smell almost unbearable.
though the taste is perfect with coffee,
i just wish there's a cigarette
that's just made for puffing.
smells and tastes like menthol
and the cloudy smoke will be red.

pumi PMS=

2007-07-01T09:34:00.000-07:00

sumesenti,
sumusungit,
sumasakit ang ulo

Sabato is the Italian word for Saturday

2007-06-30T08:43:00.000-07:00

tonight, i planned to storm out all the bookstores near my place
after eating a hearty meal in front of this odd looking man
who had his ear phones on.
i went to powerbooks in tower records glorietta
and grab one of warhol books.
with the help of a comfortable couch, i know i'll stay for long.
i get to finish one thin pocketbook
and enjoyed browsing the modern works
of this italian architect whom i forgot to take note of the name.

things were going well as planned until it felt really cold inside.
matters like this has no immediate solution.
an empty stomach or a full gall bladder is easy to solve,
but buying myself a new jacket just to be able to stay longer
inside the bookstore is out of the question.
i blame my forgetful mind as always.
my jacket...

i then went outside
and decided to take a long walk towards the grocery store
with my ipod jim playing sexyback by justin timberlake
(oh yeah, cheezy me!).
ipod is my second necessity next to money.
i consider every music as a soundtrack of my life.
that i am alive and enjoying the moment.
(holy crap... pa poetic pa, eh Justin Timberlake lang yun!)

and unfortunately, my earphones decided to retire.
(my ipod jim is waay coooler than me.
it probably got pissed off at justin timberlake
and now, it's punishing me).

then again, the original earphones is 1500 pesos.
i do not want to spend that kind on money on earphones only,
but i do not want to buy fake or cheap ones either.
maybe i should sell my ipod so i can buy myself a lot of earphones
and stick the darn expensive thing in my ass.
i'll find out if my crap can play me some good music
(and if it did, i will blog about it too).

but i am an easy goer, the darn earphones won't ruin my saturday
(relax,Ona...Relax).

i finally got to the grocery store
and had fun in choosing these cute and colorful
coffee mugs and bowls. cute food and kitchen utensils makes me jovial.
i love to eat good food in beautiful presentations.
but then again, my grocery budget went a little higher than expected.
and that certain counter does not accept cards either so i have to leave
that really pretty juice jar for my lemonade...

ang malas ko this saturday...
buti nalang i bought myself macadamia cookies..
may comfort food ako...
then again, the image of mrs. fields in my head!
oh,MILF.

ranter's block?

2007-06-26T19:08:00.000-07:00

we all sometimes rant.
admit it.
but we do sometimes ran out of things to rant about.
do i have it?
i know someone who got tired of his own blabber
and even mentioned that he used to have a blog
that's just all about yackyty yacking
regarding everything that he can think of.
complains are usually is the gist of the story.
but he never ran out of complains.
he just got tired of it.

but that's the joy of having a blog.
whatever the experience is,
we can always write about it and look back with a wry
or a genuine smile in our faces.
we can always have something to think of and to look back
of how far we have changed or measure the greatness that we have accomplished.
--it is an online diary where people can read
and even strangers can have access to.
quite thrilling and dangerous as well.
sometimes, things that have been said are easier to get away with
than having secrets put into writing.
literature as medium can make or break you.

okay, i have delved into a serious state regarding life.
i started with rant,
i should end with rant.
i know i can do this.

i have examined that the topics in my blog
are mostly about rants too.
what can i do?
that's what me and my orange bestfriend does.
we complain about things and make a big fuzz out of it.
we go to malls to look at the shoes,
frustrate ourselves with the things that we cannot purchase,
or laugh at people with out- of- this- world fashion sense.

an example:
hey, she's wearing a polka dots top,
why is she wearing a printed skirt?
with her sequined bag and polka dots shoes?
is she making an illusion?
a bridget riley gone wrong?
what the.....?!!!!!!!

we are mean biatches sometimes.
at least just to the people we do not know.

i can attest that ranting sometimes can be healthy
(at least for me).
it is an outlet.
you vent out emotions on mean words silently
instead of throwing things and shouting at people.
yes, i am a drama queen sometimes.
but not the kind of drama queen on crack.

i can say that i am mediocre when it comes to drama
(or so i think.)
darn i hate it when i call myself mediocre.
since i cannot be the best,
i'd rather be the worst.
(is this what orange and me share?)
har-har.

darn, i miss you.
i have no one else to complain to.
i was pretty depressed last night i had sex!
haha! uhmmm..kidding.
just come home safely from China.
i'll try to watch Aegis with you and the rest of the Sakayers.

unrequited part III

2007-06-23T18:28:00.000-07:00

I originally wrote this in my notepad.
pieces of paper come in handy when blogging over the phone
is not possible. my unit does not even have bluetooh.

still, writing down thoughts in these freebie notepads is soo classic.
but then again, having a retentive memory at times come in handy- -
i left my writings for this topic at jopet's.
i really do not have use sometimes.
maybe the migraine due to chocolate was a factor,
and the image of the real mrs.fields-- it was kinda disturbing.
to my surprise, she is kind of a MILF.
i envisaged to see a picture of a sweet looking grandmother.
then again, i was wrong.
though pieces of macadamia cookies are to die for,
i doubted it if it's clean.
again, it's her blonde hair and large breasts.

as i was writing this, i am waiting for my highschool bestfriend.
she's also the reason why this unrequited blog became a series.
now, why would be unrequited be a series, anyway?
if you already know that it really is unrequited,
why even bother right?
what the heck, i am guilty as well.

i have learned that their two weeks of magastos na texting was addictive.
they became addicted.
but frictions from the start are bound to happen.
but since this is her first romantic chapter in her life,
she asked for my advice.
me?
nyak...
what do i know?
really. what do i know?
anyway, i just gave her pointers on what to do
instead of spending hours waiting for his guy to text.

here are my advice:

i told her to smoke pot,
have sex with strangers,
go out and drink a lot
and party like it's her last one.

kidding...of course i didn't do that.
i told her the right things to do.
or so i think that those things are right.
well, i have my own rules,
and according to the book of signs,
the aquarians stick to their rules.
anyway, i will not write down my golden advice
because people might pay me for it in the future.
i might actually earn extra buckaroos from this blabber of mine.

i know she will be fine.
i'm sure she will.
trying to overcome a heart ache is difficult of course.
pero hindi naman nakakamatay ang lungkot e.
i'm giving her two weeks.

oh well, i'm just thankful that
what i am only trying to overcome right now---
is a sore throat.
i am giving this throat another two more days.
pag hindi pa ito umayos,
iinom na ako ng kumukulong tubig.

the underwire adverture

2007-06-23T17:40:00.001-07:00

if you are a woman, you can relate to the so-called
underwear dilemma aka the bra problem.
but if you are a guy with man boobs,
maybe you are also considering in buying a bra.
do not ignore the fact that we sometimes see your man breasts jiggling
when you walk and your nipples pert.
maybe i can help you shop sometimes.
just approach me discretely.

finding the right cup and the right fit is such a task.
either the cup is almost perfect but it doesn't allow you to breathe,
or the whole thing is too tight and if you wear it for half an hour,
you will definitely look like you have joined S and M session
and your partner tied you up really good.
or the fit is nice but it will look like you have smaller breasts
or worse, you have a bra on but it looks like your nipples are protruding!
how possible? there are bras that are styled like that
and there are women who wears them.
darn, i'd rather not wear it, let my nipples pert, at least they're real.
but wait, i have non-existent mammary glands...
oh well..

i have checked department stores and boutiques almost patiently
and was thankful that the fitting room line wasn't long.
some come in great color, but who really wants to wear red, right?
i can never use it if i am wearing white!
fine flesh tone and beige are boring,
but these the most important shade if we are wearing light colored tops.

i almost quit after trying on about 12 pieces
and along with that, a few comments from the salesladies like:
try this on ma'am, our sizes are smaller or this one is full cup ma'am kasi
etc..etc...okay okay, once again have small breasts!!!

thank heavens my bestfriend doesn't mind walking at all,
it's her heart that really hurts, forget the feet.

we then went to Cinderella. Eureka!
and they're on sale!
if you saw my reaction,i think it is the same as
when i am so happy there's good food to eat.
yeah, i was that glad to find such treasures for my babies...
good bye ratty pairs!
hello to my new ones!
yahoo!

sniff it

2007-06-20T07:32:00.000-07:00

i drove my nose insane tonight.
if you saw a crazy woman with short hair,
non-existent pair of breasts, and is standing for ten minutes
in the cologne rack, that would probably be me.
i am not a big fan of perfume.
okay, i used to be.
way back in highschool when CK stuff are so hot.
anyway, i was really trying to find that scent
that i can get used to.
i literally sniffed all the freakin perfume that are open
and dip my poor noose on whatever 70 percent alcohol plus
the oil perfume there is in every bottle.
and believe me,i was on the verge of losing my appetite
the minute i left the rack.
well, i was just taking my time.
these are cheap perfume.
anything can go wrong you know.
and i always make the wrong buy when it comes to cheap stuff.
when i go home,i try it on
then i am thinking who am i going to give it.

what can i do?
the stuff that i want are way out of budget.
i mean, my favorite lotion for two thousand pesos?
it still is cheap,
but i'd rather spend that two thousand on food.
oh,the lotion is called falling in love.
if you like me,you can purchase a bottle for me.
it's available in beauty bar by the way...)
darn, i miss that smell.so sweet.
_____________

i finally made my decision
after ten minutes of sniffing stuff.
i got confused though which pink bottle
is my preferred scent at first.
is it so in love or blah blah pink?
yeah, bench finally made an income from me.
it is just that, i do not like the too fruity scents.
it reminds me of the bathroom deodorizer
or the air fresheners that taxis have.
if it's vanilla, it reminds me of milk.
and i go hungry if my perfume is close to food.
try chocolate or cappuccino, right? hmmm...

do you know that perfume experts sniff coffee after
they test scents to neutralize the odors?
i bet i am so wrong for that job.
but i'd prefer that job instead of sniffing people's
armpits to detect if they have treatable body odor.
i mean, come on.

but i have to love my nose,
without it, it is an impossibility
for everyone of us to enjoy food if
we lost our sense of smell.
try masticating your favorite dish while
pinching your nose
(don't tell me you can't breathe, stupid),
you will surely lose your sense of taste too.

speaking of smell,
i usually am attracted to guys who
smells nice.
my first ex-boyfriend used to wear hilfiger.
so hate hilfiger but i'd give it an 8 'cause
it smells really nice.
my second ex used to wear bulgari.
i'd give it a 9.
though i am not certain if it was his cologne
or his good looks?
(but hey, my nose is waaay nice compared to yours!haha!)

but the best of all is that
when a guy doesn't wear any perfume at all.
a nice clean shirt after taking a bath
and using anti-perspirant will do.
hoping all guys know this by now.
and of course, among other things like cleaning their ears
flossing,shaving and brushing their teeth..
BLAH..BLAH..BLAH..

mariposa

2007-06-12T08:00:00.000-07:00

i have been told once that i am too fleeting.
and it felt like a slap to my face.
oh well...
__________

funny thing that i actually finished the parts
regarding my zodiac sign from this silly book.
and surprisingly, i actually paid attention.

i'm pointing out the parts that i like best.

we tend to examine people like a microscope.
--true. so, if you saw me looking at you-beware.
either im grossed out at you
or i actually find you interesting.

next to Librans,
we are the most beautiful of the zodiacs.
--hmmm...i've never seen a pretty Libran ever.
this is a lie.

we wear our hair differently
compared to other zodiacs.
--now my haircut is justified.

aquarians are paradoxical in love
as they are in everything else.
-not true.i just love food...okay, maybe shoes
and bags, and this new bench model
who has a billboard in edsa,
and this lotion in beauty bar.
okay, okay. i am driving myself insane!

their one true love is freedom.
-oh, yes.

an aquarian female is not the suspicious type.
--true.we are busy with friends as always,
so we really do not have time to check on you
and be nosy.hello!we have a big social life.
we are soo popular and fantabulous.

we are candidates for being good mothers
in the future.
-well,i'm a very loving tita.
okay, this is weird.next...

we have odd rules on love but we stick to it.
you can easily lose us if you show signs of
possessiveness, jealousy and prejudice.
--these traits are traits of a psycho anyway...
who wants a haywire guy for a boyfriend?
not the aquarian women for sure...

aquarian women are a little bit magic.
-in my case, baka naman witch lang ako?

anyway, is it in my nature to be yes, fleeting
like a butterfly?
maybe i am.
in all honesty.
i am .
i am fleeting to people
who has no intention of keeping me, anyway.

fidelity

2007-06-12T00:17:00.000-07:00

a friend of mine called me this morning to ask
if she's supposed to end her two year relationship.
well, i am no relationship expert.
and from the past traces, i have learned that
i am always the one who breaks it off.
call me a break-up expert instead.

what am i suppose to say to her?
i tend to run as fast as i can if i know i will be hurt.
i like the safe zone.
do not blink.
i can change my mood in such swift celerity.
i am an air sign.

in her case, it is mostly the questions of his
barkada, other women and porn movies.

she was kinda surprised that i find it normal
that guys tend to cover up their other tropa's
infidelities.
yes, they cover each others asses.
and i doubt it if they will tell you that
their tropa is dating another girl aside from you.
they complicate stuff but they do not want any trouble
when it comes to angry girlfriends.

i resent the idea of infidelity
but i am not here to judge.
i am far from being perfect either.
but until now, i'll never dare ask any
of my ex if they have become unfaithful
when there was still us.
embracing all honesty can be a breeze sometimes,
but there things that are better
left as secrets...

unrequited part II

2007-06-10T10:51:00.000-07:00

dear blog,
it seems that unrequited as title was darn
right perfect for the outcome of
my friend's very first date.
and my blog, i swear that i have
her permission to blog about this.

she described the guy as tall about 5'11,
maputi,prominent nose, good smelling,
with nice set of teeth etc etc.
in short, gwaping naman.

but who needs a gwaping if he talks too much,
only goes outdoors if he has to go to work,
and too freaking polite to disagree with her?
in short, she got bored.

the whole date was way too nice for her.

i didn't gave her any tips
on what to do on first dates.
i do not have the right to do that.
though i made a couple of
observations on why her feelings
for him became unrequited.

she chose pirates of the Caribbean as their movie.
come on, johnny depp is soo hot!
you will only wish that johnny is sitting beside you
watching any film than just watching him
on screen with this tall guy beside you!

even if she picked ocean's 13,
she will definitely go gaga over brad pitt's
and clooney's arse!

she should have picked Shrek 3
so she will be drawn to him more
and not to an ogre, right?

she said that the guy was quite loquacious.
i told her, maybe he's just nervous.
and maybe, it's been a while that he went out
with someone other than his office mates
and go beyond the vicinity of his office building.
the guy was just happy to go out--with you.
give him a break.

she resented the idea that he can pump up
those muscles a bit by being more of an outdoor person
or hitting the gym once in a while.
what can he do if he's sort of a hermit?
maybe caressing his dog "bantay"
will make his biceps look bigger.
(just keep on petting him, dude!

she said he's too polite
and too gentlemanly for her.
what do you want?
be treated as a captive woman
so he'll just grab you and put you
on his shoulder and bring you
to his-- "cave".
but if he goes to the gym serious enough--
he'll probably turn into one.
haha!
(me,man!you,woman!awhooo!)

what do you want ba?
a caveman with less body hair,
uses deodorant,trims his nose hair
and eats veggies???

but the part that was interesting is that
she was wearing a red halter top during the date.
come on, i am not even a guy but if i see you
wearing red on our first date, i will assume
that you like me. color red means something else.
you did not actually teased him but you
gave him the vibes of "i might acually like you"
kind of thing.

a red halter top???
on a sunday???
you came prepared, honey.
if that was me,
i'd probably be wearing one of my preggy look blouses
matching it with my jeans with bleach spots,
and for sure i will not be in my "good bra".

reason?
it is wash day!
all of my okay clothes have been worn
the whole week!
all that is left are the ratty ones!
it is a sunday!
hello!
but maybe cross your fingers
if the date happened on a saturday.
there is a chance that i will look less ratty in public.

oh well, my friend.
don't push it if you do not like him.
i do not want you to turn into a stone
if you continue dating mister tall guy.

and the next time you wear red,
be in it if it is a second date.

unrequited part I

2007-06-10T03:20:00.000-07:00

a friend of mine is on a date exactly at this moment.
she only agreed to it
because she told me that
i once mentioned "life is too short
so enjoy every minute of it."
we all know that this is a popular quote
passed from mouth to mouth.
i have never thought she'll take my word for it.

i just finished watching stranger than fiction.
the plot made me thinking what if my life is already written?
not exactly in the manner
that the movie premise was constructed.
but what if the author described me
as a character who is a lost soul,
a woman who still makes wrong decisions
and is completely aware of it,
AND is a person who is just pretending to be happy?

will people remember me more
of how i lived my life
or they will only know the manner of how i died?
either way, i want to be remembered of the good
and funny things i did.
i do not even want anyone cry at my funeral.
how can you manage to cry when yoyoy villame's songs
are being played during the whole ceremony anyway?,

but that is the advantage of being dead-
you are finally spared from humiliation.

but for now,
that i am still alive and kicking
i am still not spared from the embarrassment.
i have a lot of things to learn
regarding life and unrequited love.

i am still in the process of writing
which category where my life will be in-
is it going to be a tragedy or a comedy?

i make my own happiness and miseries.
comedies make me sad...

hmmm...

2007-06-08T23:31:00.000-07:00

birthday ng long time crush ko ngayon.
would you believe that he was my crush
way back from first grade?
i wouldn't have the audacity to post this
if i know that he's reading my blog.
i am certain that he's too busy with work.

but what's gonna happen with me
if i became a girlfriend of a nutritionist?
will he refrain me from eating chicken chicharon,
kwek-kwek,isaw and the slabs of fat from sinigang?
will my life be even more healthier?
will i never be rice gurl anymore?
will i be hitting the gym once in a while?
will i learn to count my calorie intake every meal
and learn my right body mass index?
i was only a vegetarian for a year.
hmmm...
ang feeling ko naman.
as if he still remembers me.hehe.

is he really still my crush?
the last time i saw him was in our town.
and that was 3 years ago.

oh well,
things that i am sure about right now
is i still have a thing for sam milby and rico blanco.

moolah fever

2007-06-08T21:46:00.000-07:00

i am supposed to be doing the laundry right now.
it is a saturday.
i am right on schedule
but fudge it, this is gonna be a long weekend.
i just mentioned recently that i am not anal.
and i am practically getting tired of doing the laundry
and taking out the trash every week.

but i have to do it.
i have to pretend that I am a "civilized" human being.

but so here comes the moolah matters.
right now, i am dreaming.
if ever i have big buckaroos in my account
laundry, ironing clothes and house cleaning wouldn't be a problem.
though cooking and cleaning the bathroom i enjoy.
but i think these two things shouldn't be together in one phrase.
what if i cleaned the bathroom first then i started cooking?
yaiiiks!

enough of the interruption,
if i am really loaded, going out every night
with friends wouldn't be such a problem.
my friends love to go out partying.
and it really is an advantage
if you have a couple of set of friends.
if this set is busy, text the other sets.
it's crazy that sometimes i am so booked
from friday to tuesday!
i hate it when i cancel.
and i hate it that i cancelled
because i don't have money.
and i so hate it when people pay for my gimik.

if i am still loaded with money
and have not yet completely gone haywire,
i'll be the coolest tita ever.

i can drive my nephew and niece
and their friends around,
i'll be hosting slumber parties
and take them out to shopping until they drop.

darn, if i am loaded,
i can have facials more often
and have my dermatologist
mix my own personal moisturizer and toner.

i'll be living in a cool town house,
be driving my cool car,
and i'll have starbucks everyday.
maybe i should copy tommy lee,
he has his own branch..in his kitchen.
but we all know that tommy
didn't became popular because of that.
and i wouldn't even dare compete with him
because i do not have a dick.
not that i wish to have one.
(did i just made an impression
that i want to be transsexual???.)

my dreams are small, i do not even wish to
eat from gold utensils that Gucci manufactures.
i just want me and my family to live a better life.
i know it will happen.
things are getting better anyway.

when i look back in my UP days,
things are pretty tight.
would you believe that i am already celebrating
if i eat at mcdonald's?
and i only go there to reward myself
after a difficult exam or if i get high grades.
hehe...sad...

but didn't you notice that we tend
to wish for more along the way
if monotony of life strikes us?
well, we change our habits and preferences
if we have more choice.
if we have more moolah.

but there's this phrase i read
in happiness in a nutshell.
"the balance in you bank book
is not the measure of your abundance,
it is what's circulating through your life".
true...
but in my case, money will solve a lot of problems.
is it shallow that i said that?
come on...

but for now, this now is enough.
at least i do not have to buy happiness.
mayaman ata ako dun.hehehe...

what's up with my ass?

2007-06-05T09:41:00.000-07:00

i just cannot be like one of those people
that takes time to edit their blog for it to be typo error free.
why should i care,
even if i try editing my blog,
i will never know if the sentence construction is already right.
does their seamless attitudes also applies of how they iron their clothes
or wash their cars to the point of being almost
having an obsessive compulsive disorder?
a WRINKLE-FREE POLO or a SUPER SHINY AUTOMOBILE.

but i think these people are not freaks.
they are just disciplined.
all that i am OC about are the lints on my shirt.
just can't stand them!
i swear, i'll buy freaking scoth tape anywhere just to take them out!

i remember a professor of mine told me
that whatever it is that you do, do it well.
even in the tiniest of things.
since you are already doing it, make it good.
he has a good point.
but it really is difficult to apply.
i just cannot.
thinking about it makes my head hurt.
what more if i apply it?
so i just think he's anal too.

my slob ness is already justified.

i guess my butthole is not too tight.
(it's a figure of speech of course).

30 days

2007-06-04T20:38:00.002-07:00

i only have a couple of sick and personal leaves to file.
which means that if still get sick more often,
i will be more pauperized before the year ends.
it is normal that you are entitled to file 30 leaves in a year-with pay.
but i do feel strongly about having another 15 because 30 days is not enough.
that would be 45 days of vacation leaves.

but i will tell you my valid reason.
there is one lacking in the category.
the first 15 is for personal leaves,
the next one is for physically sick leaves,
and the additional 15 is for mentally ill leaves.
i, for that matter falls under the last category.
either i have my usual chocolate migraine, nausea
or my ona gone mad days.
i'm not kidding.

i remember that it is a requirement
that we take a psychometric exam before the company hired us.
i was terrified to find out how much of a psycho i am.
but to my surprise, it was just sets of logic and a bit of math.
i didn't know if i passed it with flying colors or i hit the floor hard.
but i think i passed.
i did?
does that mean i have logic?
i am not gonna question math because i barely passed it in college.
logic eh?

my mom told me about this study that if you suck in math,
you probably are good in literary stuff.
well, this study was proven true with my parents.
my dad is an accountant graduate
and my mom is really good in the english language.
they kinda complement each other's weaknesses.
our youngest sister is good in math,
my ate is good in both.
in my case, i am neither.
i am here to prove that that study is false
or they should just put me in special case.
oh yes, i am special.
make another category for me, please.

there was also this study that if you are left handed,
you are using the right hemisphere of your brain.
the creative part.
creative my ass.
for the right handed people,
you are mostly using the left hemisphere of your brain.
and the information stops there
because i cannot remember the result anymore.
it doesn't concern me anyway.

blah blah blah...
my hawaiian pork chop is done.

got to eat.

sapid

2007-05-30T22:55:00.000-07:00

i admit that i already tasted a couple of papers,
and my most favorite are the scented ones.
especially the wedding invitations.
they come in different thickness, scent and some has glitter in it.

you will really think that i went nuts,
and if we dated, you probably are nuts too.
but things like these are most likely to find out after a couple of our dates.
there goes some of my deepest dark secrets.
well, it's not really dark,
it's just plain gross for sure.

i mean, who wants to date a girl who've already tasted
acrylic paint, watercolor, oil paint, linseed oil, lighter fluid
and play-doh.
if you want to know what they taste like,
don't hesitate to ask me.

i have tried other stuff for sure,
maybe those are just not so tasty
and interesting for me to remember.
bland stuff are soooo forgettable.

here goes the edible
>aside from my sunny side up craze this week,
this one is not unusual.
i have a special liking for lemon juice with salt.
hey, this in not weird really.
vietnamese lemon juice serve their drink with salt.
it is really nice.
sweet, sour and salty.
you guys should try it.
this one i highly recommend.
live a little.
you can never go wrong,

it's EDIBLE, people!
SURPRISE. SURPRISE...

emONA

2007-05-30T21:56:00.000-07:00

i was so stupid that i was feeling so sentimental
and just living the moment of a nice wednesday last night
after purchasing 2 packs of hairclay in sm makati.
2 packs because i was kinda panic buying.
i thought hairclay will be obsolete soon.
like a tape recorders that was replaced by cdrs.

anyhooch,
i took a long walk from sm makati to chino roces
even though it is drizzling.
blame it on my ipod jim and the songs of justin timberlake
that i ignored the possibility of yes,
having a fever whilst walking under the ambon.

and this morning, i was warm.
not because i was horny.
i was warm because i had sinat.
shouldn't have taken that long walk.
i knew it.
but sometimes, you just have to feel a certain moment
and live in it for a second right?
you just have to stop reality sometimes
and trascend your mind to time space warp...

but i do get to enjoy my morning even with splitting headache
and a bit of a high temperature.
got my perfect timpla ng kape,
my sunny side up with my bagong sinaing.
then i get to continue my THE Godfather hype.
still in the first movie but every time i watch it,
i have noticed that i cover my mouth once in a while
to refrain myself from screaming.
the scenes are intense.
i do not remember how many times i uttered "OH MY GOD"
while watching it.
the shocking scenes come in parts you least expect it.
oh well, i am not here to make a gist of the movie
and review the good and bad points about it.
maybe i am just feeling "EMONA" since last night.

oh, the word EMONA came from Niche.
he called me that when he saw me blogging.
i guess, i really am, EMONA at this point in time.hehe...

ona the cheater

2007-05-27T23:28:00.000-07:00

so was planning to post this blog i made regarding my 50 wish list.
almost all of my friends have their wish lists too.
mine is only 50, theirs is up to 100.
in their wish lists, you can see that a couple of numbers
have been checked already.
they already visited countries they want to see
or food that they want to eat.
even people that they want to meet.
and because of that,
i had this idea that i should just be making 50 things
that is worthy of my 50 wish list(aka things that already happened).

the issue behind the silly idea is for me not to be too frustrated
if i failed to check most of the things i put on that list.
but my friends said, that would be cheating.
it is like taking an exam
and looking at the answers at the same time.
hmmm...one of them said that,
i should just make a list of the things
that made me happy.
and STILL make that wish list
WITHOUT--- CHEATING.
when she said that,
i told her that i am not the only one who is "cheating" here.
what about you? you plan to have a tattoo of right and left text
on the back of your palm so you will not be confused
where to turn when driving.
yes, she is directionally challenged.
it seems that right and left
do not register for too long in her memory.
a friend taught her to make L signs using her index and thumb
so she will know that the right L means left.
amazing idea that really works for her.
well, for now.

that gave me an idea that i will have a tattoo that says
dalawang tasang kanin because that is soo me.
i owned it now. soo mine.

so much happened during the weekend of fun and chismax.
it really is such a breeze catching things up with fantabulous friends.
yes, i borrowed the word from one of them.
very creative.

though i learned a a few lessons during the weekend-
to never smoke again because it makes me sick now,
drink 2 bottles of beer-maximum,
and never update friends if their exes already has new girlfriends.
i mean...never.

orgy--of food

2007-05-23T07:15:00.000-07:00

is it blogging gone overboard?
it sucks everytime i have this hyperactive mind.
though lacking of sleep, been barfing
and still have this biatch of a migraine,
my senses cannot lay to rest. lay to rest?
hmmm...where did i borrowed that?
anyway, having a blog is really cool .
like a diary only less of a hassle
'cause i really have terrible handwriting.
but the main disadvantage is it's online.
so i cannot talk about my everyday life.
i find it unethical if i tell stories about me
and my officemates right?
there are things that are not free to spill.
but there are things that i have been dying
to share even to my friends but i sooo can't.
i have to leave the juicy parts.
maybe that's what's been lacking.
i leave the juicy parts,
making the whole menu---bland.hehe

darn, ill just talk.
aside from this great mey-lin resto
that i just discovered last month,
mongkok is nice as well.
i love the food.
reasonable price even.
too bad i'm not crazy about the ambiance.
the seats are uncomfortable.
you are just there to eat and leave---fast.

darn, i soo love trying out restos.

but i am certain that i am crazy about japanese,
chinese,thai and vietnamese food.
oh, i love this place in araneta center,
it's called Rasa.
i think they served Singaporean cuisine.
dude,i was that lost 'cause the food was terrific.
a bit pricey though.
i often oyster boy,filipino dish they serve
and i am such a big fan of oysters.
worth for your bucks.
C2 in shang ortigas is delish as well.
Filipino cuisine in savory presentations.try try.
oh, Kitchen. really worth for my pocket,
big plates and large serving of rice?
come on...
if only they have better service...

a venetto resto. italian italian...
the taste of food makes me want to hug the chef
every time i go there.
okay, i am exaggerating.
but the food really is nice.
large servings too!

oh, if i am to rate halo halo,
the number 1 would be from sentro 1771.
affordable, tastes like the lutong bahay ingredients.
the texture and the distinctive taste
of sinangag na pinipig.
the one in razon's is good too,
but it really is just saba con hielo.
and for just the bananas, way pricey too.

the fuzz about the coldrock ice cream
is this interesting style of choosing
the 2 flavors that you want,
and a variety of add ons that you wish.
then, a cute guy will blend it for you
and serve it in a cup.
i like the cookie add on so much.
but once is enough.
probably never coming back.
too expensive for me.
170 bucks? come on..
and forget the cute guy.
he's not worth it.haha!

oh, haagen dazz is delicioso.
almost worth the price. almost.

restos that i am not crazy about.
hmm... i have a few, believe me.
i am not going back to that place burgoo anymore.
they serve american food.too pricey, bland taste,
food was cold and just plain sad.
they have good service but they serve food
that are dull for your taste buds.

gaudi was better, i give the interior an 8.
but the food was waaay tooo expensive
and not really tasty for me
either the tomato sauce and liver was too strong,
the whole dish tasted like that.
or maybe i'm just not a big fan of spanish cuisine.

but in the end, it is the company
that i am crazy about.
if i am with the people i like,
i really don't mind if the food sucks.
okay, i am soo taking it back,
i do not mind if it is NOT always delectable.

good food and good conversation
for me is the perfect match.

not even good sex can top it off.

darn, i wish i was a food critic...

nakakatawa lang

2007-05-22T21:17:00.000-07:00

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moron or oxymoron?

2007-05-16T23:37:00.000-07:00

have i do not have control of myself anymore?
i keep on telling myself to stop eating chocolates.
i am not crazy about it anyway.
but every chance that i get, i eat it.
do i have this habit of negating myself?
it's just that most of the time that i am out,
people order chocolates as dessert.
everybody will have it but me.
i hate the feeling.

but i do hate it more every time this headache strikes.
it's getting worse.
i can't think straight. i'm dizzy.
it's like i spin for two minutes.
and i only have a couple of sick leaves to file.
this is bad.

bring in the burst

2007-05-15T08:44:00.000-07:00

popcorn and pop music.
these are what my bestfriend and i realized tonight.
that we do have a lot in common but i totally dislike popcorn and pop music!
it's the POP!
she even said popcorgasmic while i dig in to my vietnamese chicken salad.
yes, i am addicted to this stuff.
and she wouldn't even dare taste it.
at least i get to finish six pieces of that waaay boring junkfood.
it is just that i do not see the point of masticating popcorn and even if i get to finish 3 bags, i will never be full.
my jaw will just grow tired
and i will probably just fall asleep without brushing my teeth.
bonus if i have UTI already when i wake up.

popcorgasmic?!

oooohhhh well....