Today is not a good day... :(

**sigh**

adik...

" Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me. "

---Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy

it's one of those days...

... I'm sad, pero di ko alam kung bakit. (yet another case of the crazies, perhaps? )

Marami naman akong dapat ikatuwa at ipagpasalamat...
And it's not even that time of the month, so I can't put the blame on hormones on this one!

Baka kase umuulan ng malakas?
Baka kase malamig dito sa server room?
Baka kase gusto lang mag-self-clean ng eyes ko?
Baka kase kelangan kong mag-post ng something dramatic every month sa blog ko?

*sigh*

Kelangan ko lang sigurong maglakad-lakad...

wala lang ulit...

Now
by MYMP

wala lang...

Now
by MYMP

Now is all I know
Now is all I got
And I don’t know
If there will be tomorrow for us.

Now is all I care about
Now that you are here
Now that you’re the contents of my heart.

Now you’re all I know
Now is all I promise
And I don’t know
If there will be a future for us.

Now is all I live for
Now that you are near
And it was best that from the start it was clear.

Refrain:
Loving is not owning
We can let it go
We can let it go.

Loving is not owning
You can let me go
You can let me go.

Chorus:
There’s a reason
Why we love each other now
And we don’t know if this is forever.

There’s a reason
Why we are together now
And we don’t care if it’s not forever now.

Now is all I think about
Now that I am happy
And I’m not sure
If there will be a future for us.

Now is all I offer
It’s everything I got
And I still wish
That there will be a tomorrow for us.

(Repeat Refrain)
(Repeat Chorus)
Ad Lib
(Repeat Refrain)
(Repeat Chorus except last word)
(Repeat Chorus)

Coda:
We love each other now…

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lyrics from music and lyrics ph

procrastination can be bad for you and your guitar's health...

Today's a typically boring Sunday. I actually have a ton of chores to do like cleaning-up my room, fixing my closet, and buying some groceries, but it's raining heavily outside. (connection?, hold your horses, here it goes...)

This kind of weather just makes me want to lay around and slither ever so slowly around the house. Rainy days and sunny days have this effect on me. Which basically means I am always lazy! :)

Ever the great procrastinator, instead of starting today's task, I decided to do other "unlisted" things today. So basically everything I DON'T need to do, I opted to do... I'm just crazy like that.

After lunch, I ate a caramel bar at the slowest possible pace. The way I was nibbling it would make a mouse die of hunger (or impatience, which ever comes first). I also read a newspaper... LAST WEEK'S newspaper, at worst! And to seal the deal on how boring this day is, I watched *gasp* the History channel!

After watching "Lost Worlds: Herod the Great" on History Channel, I snapped out of my trance and realized that I just wasted a good few hours of my life. (But at least now I know that Herod has built the most lavish and most advanced bath houses known in ancient times... Now if only I can use this knowledge to rule over the world?!)

Still looking for useless things to do, I saw my guitar standing innocently in one corner. I decided that I should play around, and by play around I mean, make really annoying noises.

Everything sounded terrible, and thus only 2 possibilities:
1. The guitar is not tuned properly.
2. I suck.

As my big ego is keeping me warm from all of these cold and rainy weather, I decided that it's reason #1.

So reciting my "Eddie Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddie" code over and over, I miserably attempted to tune my guitar.

"Eddie Ate Dynamite, Good Bye Eddie" is the code I use to tune the strings of a guitar. Each letter corresponds to the note of each of the strings. E is for the top most, thickest string, A, the second, D, the third, and so on. I'm pretty sure there are more non-violent codes out there, but I am obviously sticking to this one! :)

As I was about to finish tuning the last "Eddie" string, I heard a very familiar sound... Oh shoots!!! I snapped the string?!?! (am I really that violent??)




Oh great... Now I have to find my spare strings and change the one I snapped. Now I have to do something I actually NEED to do! darn it!!!

After a few minutes of tossing stuff out of my closet and drawers, I finally found my spares:



After re-stringing, I tried playing again, but it was still horrendous, which, again, gives us 2 possibilities:
1. The other strings hate the new one.
2. I really suck.

I love myself too much to admit to #2, so here's what I think:



The other strings just hate the new one's guts.

So now I gonna have to re-string the whole damn thing! And oh, yeah, my room is still in disarray (especially, after searching for the spare strings) and now I'm hungry and I have nothing to eat since I haven't bought any groceries yet! And it's still pouring outside!

Lesson learned (aside from random facts about Herod) :
STOP PROCRASTINATING!!!
(OR stop tuning your guitar and admit that you suck :) )

:)

Just a smile
by Barbie Almalbis

I wanna tell you everything, easily
Won't you come up closer
I want to, hear you breathe

I'm walking down the street
I'm lost at sea
But out of the crowd you smile
And you're all I see

You make me feel like I,
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky
When you save the day
With just a smile
Just a smile

I wanna meet you someday soon
'Cause I know you're in my mind
Everything will be different
When I have you right beside

You can take the whole wide world
With your charm
But even as you pull me close
I won't just stay in your arms

You make me feel like I,
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky,
When you save the day,
With just a smile

Well it's for you and everyone
I thought I've searched the world in vain
Now look at me
And the search is done
We will never be the same
Not the same.

You make me feel like I
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky
When you save the day
With just a smile

Oh you make me feel like I
Can get lost inside your eyes
I feel closer to the sky
When you save the day
With just a smile

Just a smile, a smile
Just a smile

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funny how the simplest of gestures can make the whole day seem so much better... :)

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lyrics from Lyred

test of patience?

well, the night is officially over...

*sigh*

Graaaabe....

I've never heard this song before until last night. Let me just say, ang galing ng pagkaka-kanta... Nanlambot talaga tuhod ko sa ganda. (either that, or it's yet another sign of old age! :) )

The lyrics is cheezy, sure... but hell, you should have heard the way it was sung!

After the song, I only managed to say one word: "Graaabe..." **sigh**


Make Me Whole

Darling I want you to listen
I stayed up all night, so I can get this thing right
And I don't think there's anything missing
Cause a person like you, made it easy to do
I've waited for so long, to sing to you this song

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole

I think the angels are your brothers, yeah
They told you about me, said you're just what she needs
And I find myself thanking your mother
For giving birth to a saint
My spirit flies when I say your name
If there's one thing that's true
It's that I was born to love you

And your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole

You make my dreams
Come true over and, over again
And I honestly truly believe
You and me are written in the stars
I live my whole life through
Just giving thanks to you

Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole

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Graaaabe...

Yey! Monday na naman! :)

Yey! 1 hour na lang...
Monday na naman!

*believe it or not, this is actually NOT a sarcastic entry...
I am actually happy that it's Monday soon!

Happy Monday!

:)

Sinful Sunday Meal : McDo Japanese-Style!

It's been a long time since I bought anything from McDonald's. Blame "Supersize Me" for that... hehehe...

But this morning I saw a TV ad for the new McDonald's Filet-o-Fish with Wasabi, plus Wasabi-flavored McShaker fries... OMG!!! Did they just say the magic word??? WASABI!!!

Given that I have only one meal of the week wherein I can eat anything I want without counting the amount of calories and fat, I decided to give-in to temptation and waste my "sinful sunday meal" card on McDonald's:

The tasty evil that is the Wasabi Filet-O-Fish meal w/ Wasabi McShaker fries

I LOVE WASABI! (me, and probably 5 other people around the world. Oh, yeah, and the Japanese too!) Probably the only reason why I love sushi so much is because I have a reason to eat Wasabi! (Crazy eh?)

Wasabi is the "kind of spicy" that doesn't stay in your mouth like chili. Once you put it in your mouth, it explodes! You feel the sensation all the way to your nostrils, and it may leave you with a few tears once in a while. But after that, it's as if nothing happened?!

So, like a little forgetful goldfish, you go ahead and have a taste again, thinking... "Hmmn... Have I tasted the Wasabi yet?" Then BAM! "Oh, THAT's the WASABI!" And then the cycle goes on and on until you run-out of Wasabi or your brain evaporates out of your ears. (whichever comes first!)

Yes, Wasabi... It's for the sadomasochist goldfish in each and every one of us...

Tabemasho!!!

Thank you...:)

Thank you
by Dido

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and

I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life

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lyrics from lyrics007.com

Yes, we need money, but for the mean time, we need more bytes!

As a programmer, don't you just hate it when you declare a variable, thinking "who needs a double, when a float can suffice?!", only to be shocked by an unexpected (and hard to find) bug later?

Apparently, such nuisances are not just for programmers:

Day 17 : "Official"

I think I like that word too...

Life Lesson : Don't Overthink an Opportunity

Don't hesitate...
Don't second-guess...
Don't think you're unworthy...
Just leap!!!

Day 16 redux : LOVE

I don't like using big words.
Love is a big word.

And yet here I am in this entry, writing it in all caps...

So what's my point? Wala lang... :)

Day 16: "too much"

There's no such thing as too much of a good thing...

Rewrite Day 15: "Like"

I like the word "like".


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It's a good day after all...
Screw the zippers! Tataya ako sa lotto!!! :)

Day 15: The screw-up

sigh... Screwing-up never felt this bad... :(

It's a good day, til your zipper decides otherwise!

This was supposed to be a good day. It started off so well...

I woke up pretty early. I have FINALLY picked-up the granola bars that I've been planning to bring to the office since last week. For the first time since we moved to Yew Tee, I was able to get a seat in a very crowded MRT train this morning. There were no smelly MRT-mates all the way through! I had no new issues when I checked my email in the office. And to top it all off, I got a very wonderful "good morning!" message in YM. (Now that in itself makes this a great day!)

I was actually reflecting on buying lottery tickets, that's how great I feel about this day!

Then I went to the comfort room to do #1. (strange story transition, I know). Just as I was about to put on my pants, I realized that the zipper is suddenly not working. Holy WTF! And of all days, I decided to wear a top that's not long enough to cover the front of my pants! And by the way, I also don't have a long jacket I can wear to cover it. Wow, perfect combination!

So basically, there I was in a semi-dark little CR cubicle, contemplating on how to go about this tragedy of sorts. Since walking around in the office without pants on is generally not a good idea (or so I've been told), I have to think of something.

I went out of the CR as slowly as possible, not wanting to disturb my pants. I'm pretty sure the nuns in my old highschool would be so proud of the way I was walking.

Oh yeah, did I mention that the CR is freakin' far from my seat?!

I think it took me about 5 minutes to reach my seat. I swear, a turtle could have beaten me to it hands down. I was able to fully appreciate the details of our corridor walls as I was walking ever so painfully slow.

Once I reached my seat, I got my bag hoping I still have my stash of safety pins. I used to carry a lot in case of emergency. I started carrying them since Janet Jackson's "wardrobe malfunction" (not that I expect Justin Timberlake to rip-off my top one of these days... but shit happens, right?)

Anyway, going back: I was left with only one safety pin?! One measly safety pin to hold my pants together... Great! Just great!

Screw the lottery tickets, I might as well be hit by a speeding turtle today!

I f*ing hate zippers...

Sign of old age?

My back hurts... :(

I almost forgot... it's October 8

Do I still think about you?
rarely

Do I wish we were still together?
no, not anymore

Do I hope you're happy with your life?
yes, always.

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Happy would-be anniversary.

No Sir, That’s NOT an elevator button…

I was on the MRT on my way home tonight. As the train stopped one station before my stop, a drunken Indian guy moves near the train doors to alight. While the door was opening, he reached for the Emergency Button near the door and then leaves the train as if he has done nothing absolutely absurd. (not to mention illegal)

The train captain issued a public announcement, prompting whoever pressed the button to speak on the intercom to relay whatever the "emergency" is. A few seconds later, 2 MRT officials went in to check the train and obviously found nothing.

This is the first time I’ve seen this happen, and I doubt this kind of this happens often.

But the really weird thing was NO ONE reacted AT ALL. No one was pissed-off, no one scratched their heads, and more importantly, no one laughed (well, except for me)

What the hey?! My MRT rides are becoming weirder by the day...

Overanalyzing "Interesting"

When some tells you that something is "interesting", what exactly do they mean?

I remember watching a talk show the other day, wherein the featured guest was whipping-up some desserts. One of them was toasted bread with cheese and chocolate. I know, it's an odd combination, but according to the guest, it's her childhood comfort food. 

As the host of the show tasted the "dessert", she said "Ok, that was... interesting..." Looking at her reaction, I think the words she was searching for were "Ok, what the hell did I just put in my mouth?!"

So when someone tells you that you are "interesting", what exactly are they trying to say? Does that mean you're weird enough to be entertaining? Does it mean you actually sound like someone with sense? Or does it mean you taste like toast with cheese and chocolate in a what-the-hell-are-you-doing-inside-my-mouth kind of way??

I know, too much overanalyzing in one day... sigh...

sa palagay ko lang...

mas masarap ang manga kesa sa apple...

yun lang... bow!

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mango cake, anyone?

Re-test! And this time, with feelings...

Given my dissatisfaction over my "Friends quiz" result, I retook the test, and this is what I got:


Hmmmn...
I think something's wrong, but somehow it feels right... :)

(I love mocking personality tests... :) )

Really now?

I saw a "Which Friends Character Are You?" quiz in a friend's "private" blog, so I decided, what the hell... I like the series, so let's try it!

And my result was a whaaaaat???

Which Friends Character Are You?
	You are Chandler. You're funny and that's why people like to have you around. You're also a great friend, and when someone you care about is in trouble, they know to come to you for some level-headed advice followed by some sharp sarcasm.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

I'm BING??? WTF?! Really?
Should I walk around now saying "Hey Pheebs, what's up?"

BING???... Really???

So many Vaginas, so little time

If there is one thing I regret while watching the Vagina Monologues, it was that I did not count the number of times the word “vagina” was mentioned from the very start of the play. Roel even mentioned he wished he had a clicker just to keep count.

They probably said "vagina" more than I google my own name. (which is A LOT, including the quoted and unquoted variations.)

Most of the lines and stories were brilliant, tragic, witty, and most importantly, true. I guess the best way to impart the play is to share with you the lines I liked from it:

"It sounds like an infection at best, maybe a medical instrument: 'Hurry nurse, bring me the vagina!'"
This was from a group act about society’s disdain for saying the word “Vagina”. I myself feel uneasy typing it here.

"Hair is there for a reason - it's the leaf around the flower, the lawn around the house...You have to love hair in order to love the vagina"
This was part of a woman’s monologue about her hate of shaving her privates. Although it’s funny because of the actress’ delivery, the story is actually quite tragic, as her husband is cheating on her, citing her inability to satisfy him sexually as the reason. (including her refusal to shave her privates).

"He stayed looking for almost an hour as if he were studying a map, observing the moon, staring into my eyes, but it was my vagina."
This was from a dignified elderly woman who never saw her vagina as something that was part of her or that was beautiful. Out of shyness, she doesn’t even say the word “vagina”, but instead forms a “V” with her index and middle finger (like a peace sign) each time she is referring to it. Her view of the vagina changed when as a young woman, she met Bob, who wanted to “see” her, and appreciated how beautiful ALL of her was.

I shall never see the peace sign the same way again…


"What would it wear? An electrical shock device to keep unwanted strangers away."
This was one answer from a woman when asked "if your vagina can wear anything, what would that be?"

“The clitoris is pure in purpose. It is the only organ in the body designed purely for pleasure...It has twice the number of nerves as the penis... why have a handgun when you've got a semi-automatic?”
This was an audio-visual presentation, educating the people about the lady-parts. The gun analogy made the audience really laugh out loud.


"My vagina's angry. It is. It's pissed off. My vagina's furious and it needs to talk."
This was from a woman ranting about tampons and other vaginal products, and her OB-GYN's "cold" equipment, that are all harsh and unworthy of a woman’s vagina.

"She transformed my sorry-ass Coochie Snorcher and raised it into a kind of heaven." [insert heavenly music]
This was from an abused girl who thought her vagina was an abomination, given all the tragedy she went through. But her negative view about her vagina and her sexuality changes after her one-time encounter with her lesbian (and muy caliente!) neighbor. This part is actually acted on stage, although the kiss was obviously fake. This is lesbian scene#1.

"My short skirt believe it or not has nothing to do with you"
This was from a chorus of women in short skirts recounting the reasons they like to wear skirts, which basically sums up to wearing it for themselves and not for anyone else. They strip at the end (not fully, we are still in Singapore, afterall!)

Speaker: "CUNT, say it! CUNT!"
Audience: “CUNT” (very softly)
Speaker: “Ok, first two rows now! Say CUNT!”
Audience: (after much laughter) “CUNT!”
Speaker: “You, sir, please say cunt” (points to a gentleman in the audience)
Gentleman in the audience: “CUNT!” (with much bravado)
Speaker: “Oh! Very good! You owned it, sir!”
This is from an audience interaction where in the speaker reclaims the word “cunt”, and encourages the audience to say the word out loud... VERY FUNNY!

I could no longer remember the other brilliant lines, and also could not find them online.

I also skipped the tragic story of the transgendered woman, and the group of 4 women who received abuse from their husbands. (Just too tragic for my blog.)

There was also a part with shameless product placement. One of the sponsors of the play was Vagisil (a feminine wash, I think). The product was mentioned several times during the part where in the actresses were portraying school girls recounting their first menstrual period while throwing sanitary napkins at the audience (unused ones, of course)

Near the end, there was also a scene depicting the various ways of moaning. This was some sort of “educational workshop” from a lesbian sex worker (who only has women for customers). This is lesbian scene#2. It’s not as hot as #1, but educational, nonetheless. I’m sure the gentlemen in the audience learned a lot from this.

You really have to watch the play in order to appreciate it fully.

If these lines where not enough to convince you, this might change your mind:
On the right side of the stage was a pole, which gives you a pretty good idea why it’s there… (no, not firemen, you silly, naïve children…), it’s a stripper pole!!! :)

Yes, out of nowhere, with no apparent reason, a scantily clad, voluptuous woman pole dances on stage. Oh, boy, did she work that pole like no one’s business!?! It is beyond me why she’s suddenly there doing that, but I am not complaining. I am quite sure NO ONE was. Should there be any complaints, it’s probably that it wasn’t long enough…

I guess that’s it. I really do recommend that you catch this play!

And incase you’re wondering, there’s a total of 18 “vagina”'s in this blog entry.

Talking Vajayjays

No, this is not another gym horror story about naked women.

I'm talking about the play The Vagina Monologues. (Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine writing the word "vagina" in my blog. Suddenly, I feel like we can talk about anything now...)

The Vagina Monologues poster

I was alerted by a friend that the show will open in Singapore on Oct1 and will run until the 12th. Soon as I knew, I made sure I had one Saturday free to watch it.

So with my dude friend, Roel (yes, I got a dude to watch it with me.) we braved the theater hall and prepared our senses for what promises to be the year's sexiest play.

Before entering the main theater, there were ladies there selling the programme and some sort of notebook/organizer, whose proceeds would go to AWARE, a women's rights group. Given that they mentioned the cause, we felt "compelled" to help out, especially me, since I'm a woman... I mean, what kind of woman would not want to support women's rights?! (Why are women so good at emotional blackmail?)

3SGD for the advancement of Women's Rights (ka-presyo lang ng chicken rice!)

Anyway, so what about the play? It was AWESOME!!!

There are just so many things to write about, and I'm shit tired right now. But I promise to write as much as I can, and post as soon as possible. Be warned, though, as there will be a lot of things in that entry which would make catholic nuns blush tomato-red...

If you intend to watch the play, expect witty lines, toys (the ones not made for kids), hand mirrors, flying sanitary napkins, a lot of moaning, pole dancing, a four-women striptease, child birth, lesbian encounters (not 1, but 2!), "useful" facts, tragic stories, and very, very good advices.

Aren't you just excited? :)

Aha! So the world loves me afterall...

On my way home after watching the amazing play, "The Vagina Monologues" with Roel (details to be blogged later), I realized I will be passing by several malls. And you know what that means... "Ring the church bells, light your torches, and carry your pitchforks, villagers! We're going shoe-hunting!"

I am dead set and fully committed to finding my red rubber shoes! I want it, and by all means, I'm gonna run soon wearing it!

I did a quick round-up of the shoe stores I know around Orchard Road(yes, as in the street full of malls), but still, it was not there. But still keeping my head held up high, I rode the train to my next destination. After a few more MRT stations, I stopped by Ang Mo Kio's AMK Hub.

By this time, my feet was already killing me. As this was an unplanned shopping trip, I wasn't wearing comfortable shoes. In fact, I was wearing boots with 2-inch heels. Shopping while even in heels? Now that's what I call commitment to a cause! (and what some others would call "stupidity" and "foot-murder")

But in spite of all the chivalric sacrifices, (and the possible future varicose veins I'll be getting out of this) the red Reebok crosstrainer is still nowhere to be found...

But as if life was teaching me a lesson on "everything happens for a reason", while on my way out of one of the stores in AMK hub, something caught my eyes and suddenly, everything was in slow-motion:

[enter Roberta Flack's sultry voice] The first time, ever I saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes...

There it was, sitting oh-so-pretty in the "featured shoe" section... Nike's RED Free Dynamic TR Trainer 7.0 II Presto MD (who knew shoes have names this long??)

Given my past failures (since my feet is too freakin' small!!!) I was quite skeptic about this. I asked the salesguy if they have my size. After checking their stocks, he handed me the smallest pair of shoes he got from storage. I tried both on, and walked around the store. It felt good... (probably because my feet was already aching from my boots!)

After a few rounds of walking, without much fanfare, I told him I'll get it. This, I think surprised the both of us. Me, because I don't even know the price yet, and him, because no woman decides THAT fast!

(pictures snatched from another website I forgot, I'm too tired to take pictures of my own...sorry)

Yes, it's blaring red. So what?!

I'm happy...

Lack of common courtesy just saddens me...

I went to Subway today to have lunch before going to the National Library to watch a play. As usual, there were a lot of people eating, but I was fortunate enough to share a table with a stranger.

While having my all-time favorite Vege-delight sandwich (minus the olives), I noticed an Indian couple looking around for a place to seat. Thing is, all of the people seated in their places were still eating. All, except for two people sitting in one table.

There was a four-seater table which was being monopolized by these two. What's worse was they have obviously finished eating for quite some time now. They've even finished up their big-ass jumbo drink! They just sat there, chit-chatting like no one's business.

For a good 10 minutes, the chit-chatty couple just sat there while the Indian couple just stood, probably frustrated that they can't eat their now not-so-hot-anymore Subway sandwiches. Until finally, some other table cleared up, and they're finally able to eat.

How freakin' sad is that?!

I know there are a lot of people who hate it when some other people are standing near them, waiting for their table WHILE they are still eating. I'm in fact, one of them. I don't appreciate being watched while I eat, waiting to see if they can now get my table. I paid to eat here as well, so let me finish my meal!

But if you're already VERY through eating and you know for a fact that some other hungry person needs your table, for the love of all things good, move your ass off the chair and let these people eat!

You know what's even more sad? As I passed by the chit-chatty couple's table on my way out (yes, I've finished eating but they're still there), I heard them talking. This is when I discovered that they were Pinoys!

Tsk...tsk... I was always under the impression, and in fact proud, that our Filipino culture has always been innately courteous... I guess it's not always the case...

Sad, just sad.

Why do you hate me, world?

I've mentioned in a previous post that I was eyeing a pair of red crosstrainers from Reebok. After much internal debate and introspection, I've finally made up my mind. I'll buy it. So screw you world! Judge me all you want, but still I'm wearing red shoes! (jeez, why am I so angry? hehehe...)

So I went to the mall last Wednesday, since it was a holiday (and what better way to spend holidays than shopping for shoes? :) )

I went into the store where I initially saw the shoes. Much to my surprise, it's no longer in display. I asked the salesguy if they still have the shoes I was looking for. He gave me this really weird look as if I was asking if they were selling unicorns.

So fine. I opted to just look for other options. After looking around the store, I managed to select a few shoes I really liked. But guess what, they're all from the men's section, and thus no size smaller than 7?!

As I am the type of person who really does not give up, especially in the name of good shoes, I looked around other stores, but still ended up with the same dilemma.

Persistence is key, so I checked out other malls. Not 1, not 2, but 4?! Can you believe it? Who's psychotic enough to do this for shoes?! But unfortunately, my craziness did not reap fruits (when has it ever??). It's still the same problem over and over again.

So here's my beef, people:

1. How come all the cool designs are in the men's section?

2. How come there are no size 6 in the men's section. I'm pretty sure there are men out there that have small feet (although I'm not so sure if they're willing to admit that... if you know what I mean...**wink **wink)

3, How come I don't have big feet?!!

Tell me world, why?! Why don't you want me to have good shoes?!

(and again, why am I talking to the world?)

Did I hear anyone mention big feet and red shoes?

Yeah, even a f*ing creepy clown is mocking me...
Why world? Why?!?!

Sushi anyone?

Last night, I decided to make something different. Since I am a big fan of Japanese food, I decided to make sushi for myself. :)

Here are my ingredients:

1. Nori

2. Fillings: Cucumber, Scrambled Egg(w/ soy milk), Mock Crab

3. Sushi Rice. You may get the info on how to make it in youtube. (what else can't you find in youtube??)

After painstakingly wrapping the sushi, here's the final product:

Tabemasho!

"siguro..."

that word made my day! :)

Take that Ronald McD!

Still basking in my glorious victory over last night's dinner experiment, I decided to cook lunch today. Since I was craving for Egg McMuffins the other day, I opted to make my own version.

So I bought a pancake mix, low fat butter(oxymoron?), and some eggs.

I won't go into details on how pancakes are cooked... Even little kids know how to do that. And I'm betting some kids are actually better at it than me!

So after messing up the kitchen, this is the end product:

The one on the left is not a pancake, it's actually a sunny-side-up egg... Hey! Don't judge my egg!!! I flipped the egg several times to make sure the yolk was cooked and not the liquidy-type, so that I'd be able to get that Egg-McMuffin effect.

The final product:

My potty-mouthed pancake w/egg VS. Ronald McDonald's Egg McMuffin

How did it taste like? Hmmnn... Ano nga ulit number ng McDonald's delivery???

Success!!!

After several attempts at cooking, I have finally concocted something I would really eat in real life!!! :)

First, let me show you my previous attempts:

Vege-meat Mechado. Thank God I was really hungry that lunch time, otherwise, I would not have eaten this.

Mixed vege with scrambled eggs and low-calorie crackers. I undercooked the vegetables... I now know what herbivore animals feel when eating... and it's NOT good.

So basically lunchtime for me was self-inflicted torture. I'm actually beginning to think I subconsciously hate myself. Why me, why are you doing this to me???

But last night, I decided to cook dinner. Not wanting to eat rice, I decided to experiment with noodles. So scrapping our fridge for anything that can go together in a dish, this is what I got:

Ingredients:
1 pc vege-meat sausage, sliced
2 pc vege-meat squid, sliced
1 tablespoon vegetarian tom yum paste
2 baby carrots, sliced
shredded chinese cabbage
minced onion
minced garlic
bean vermicelli noodles
1/2 cup water

Instructions:
Soak the noodles in water for 10minutes. Stir-fry the garlic, onion, carrots. Add the vegemeat. Once the onion is nearly translucent, add the noodles. Stir and constantly add the water to make sure the noodles does not stick to the pan. Add the chinese cabbage. Add the tom yum paste. Stir until the paste is fully integrated in the mix. If everything seems to look like they're cooked (my only basis... hehehe..) stop the stove.

And walla... this is what I got:

It may not look good in this picture, but damn! It was AWESOME!!!

Sorry for doubting you, me. I now know how much you love me, me.

Dinner was f*ing awesome!!!