no glam, baby!

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

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

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

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

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

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.