it's an odd odd world

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

food and fun

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

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

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

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

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

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...