tah tah

I am saying goodbye to RAT YEAR....Hello Cow Year! Am not giving too mushy goodbyes for 2008.
Adios

Kacheapan ko

Money saving tip:
Cooked something that would last for several days----
For the last 2 weeks we've gone to
1. Tinolang manok with steam rice--- 1 1/2 days
2. Lugaw with chicken -- 1 1/2 days
3. Beef Lasagna with Bechamel sauce --- 4 days
4. Pork Bihon ---1 1/2 days
5. Zuppa Toscana my version ---depending on who you're sharing with, 2days
China One Menu
3 pcs chicken wings (my fave) $1.95
steam rice $0.95

Movie Matinee $5.00

Not going anywhere for 11 days, afraid to spend savings---pissed off priceless

waddup

Putting myself in a public domain takes a whole lot of guts & gory! It is ironic to put a bit of my info in a milder version of myspace. A thing that my hubby literally abhor.
I haven't heard his verbal attack...as of yet...most likely, he's been busy doing more important stuff...like "how to pull car parts apart in less than 60 seconds." We have gone to "how to fix computer bug 101 my-style-not-yours," to "don't-do-it-just-throw-it-away-coz-your-a-girl" kinda relationship in the last 11 days. Thank Gawd I am so back to work, because if I'm not, I will unleash my selfish tyrant cracker in me, which has been suppressed for umpteenth million years (yeah! when the tablet was still a big stone wall!). I guess I just have to settle to one professed job...and that, to make them people happy. Yay!
So am I holding up? Pretty good, ey! I haven't done this thing before,wherein I've memorized literally the musical score of a movie. Sick!
Kidding aside, we kinda packed up some of our old clothes that doesn't belong to our ginormous NOT dressing room/closet.
Oh yeah....the move...the big move...percentage wise, we're up. 70% we're definitely heading towards not staying here in Good `ol Big country TX. Hopefully, summertime.
There is nothing, nowhere, nada, zip, zilch to hold back in this state. I have loved all my friends and co-workers, but I, just could not take it any longer....to be here. It has a bitter sweet piece of shit memory to me...if you know what I mean.
Yun lang, bow!

Ugh!

During dinner at Tokyo One, I have this nagging question to my husband, "why I’ve fallen head over heels to Edward Cullen." His answer was a mild smirk on his face (It puzzled me so much that I’ve re-read again the entire 4 books on the course of 2 days, finding myself what the heck is the matter with me). Guessing that I won’t be able to get a good response from him, I ate my beef hibachi ravenously, to his surprise was…unusual. I, for the fact, don’t eat a lot. I take that back. I like sugary stuff. The very reason why we don’t eat out a lot now. I drink my calories. I am a hopeless Coca-Cola addict. I’d rather drink coke than to eat.

Finishing off my dinner with a cup of crème Brule, my eyes still engaged to his nonchalant choices of sushi and sashimi. Argh! Why am I acting this way towards a character of a book, but he can’t answer to my meaningless question, much more… bothered!

He stood up, and went to get his dessert. I am still spooning mine mindlessly. He came back and handed me another crème brule, and said, “Your favorite. Have some more. I know you don’t eat as much as I do, so please justify the reason why were spending money for this dinner!”
And I choke. Now I know the answer. Why I am so into this stupid Edward character.

I was a Bella with more turbulent painful experience. When my hubby came into my life, everything was wiped away and completely changed my perspective. I used to be clouded by any nonsensical acts. At my young age, he introduced me to subtle moral sense that I’ve lost thru the years of past psychological and mental abuse. He has this “flat affect” attitude to my overly sensitive issues such as age & weight limits, and gave me non approval responses to my paranoid views of social acceptance.
What about virtues of chastity? Smack right on my face when we were still seeing each other. In a world where I live in, (I really thought that he was impo---t...crap! too much info!) it is but normal to… you know, not to be precisely specific here…please do not embarrass me, but it’s true.

And just like the character of that book, we have portrayed bits and pieces of their life, sans eternal damnation.

“I couldn’t see my future without having you in my life,” he said, many moons ago.
My gay flip lingo agile response… “Charing!”
Di ba ang drama!!

twiddle dee.....

Trying to get my fever hyped emotion down over Twilight, I now gather myself together about what would be the days ahead. Work will not start til Thursday, but I couldn't keep myself still to where I need to go next. Ooppss! "WE." How selfish!
Hubby is not cooperative anymore with the repetitious soundtrack of Twilight. Forgive me, but as of this writing, I am still listening to the album. How cruel!
Supermassive Black Hole... my favorite. It is so edgy & dark. Use it on my work out. And it pumps me up in less than a minute. Dios mio!
Enihooters, he decided that we can probably go to Ice at Gaylord , that would be an awesome date.
"Wala kayang bampira doon?" Asa ka pa!!

Moot

Woke up early and read Midnight Sun draft at the author's website.
I thank my hubby last night for putting up with me for this week, for getting gaga over "Edward!" After watching the movie umpteenth million times (3rd pa lang), I completely satiated myself...I guess. As what my friend Don encompassed about my "teen aging" experience..."late ka na kasi eh!"
Just like what Bella said,--dazzling!

On the side: I breathe better now, kinda wheezy...but on the better side. Blame it on daily exercise!

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Hubby told me that we can watch a movie tonight!!!! He promised. He's just going to clean my car first, then go to see.......TWILIGHT again!
sickening, ey!

Satisfied

Back from that sneak attack at the Studio Movie Grill.
Hubby greeted me half asleep.....what's my next adventure?
Meet me up in Oklahoma!

"Now I'm a fat house cat, Nursing my sore blunt tongue" ~ from the song flightless bird american mouth

Done!

Done with the last book (ang daming panggulo! waste ng time sa pag babasa ang ibang chapter!)....hubby is taking a nap, and I am bored. Sneaking out to Studio Movie Grill to watch Twilight again!. TTFN!

Maybe

Great! I'm in love....falling.....arghhhh....
he just reminds me of that someone....

do i need to worry????

Ahhh....soothing....Love Me

What's next

Finished the 3rd book of the twilight saga an hour ago. I am about to start Breaking Dawn. Sickening, right? Bought the book Monday, and I am almost done. Sometimes, I hate the bookworm in me.
Burp!

3rd book

And so, the officially 3rd day off. I am about to start the third book of twilight saga - Eclipse. Husband enjoying what he sees in the house, that I am just here, just being with them. Have not gone out yesterday. Sucky, but enjoying every minute of it. Once in a while, I would watch youtube for different twilight excerpts. Oh yeah...and that "supposedly" lullaby....it's very calming. Very Edward. Great! Back in a few.
To the bat cave.
Am i acting like a teenager?
BTW, listen to the audio (River flows in you by Yiruma)I embedded. Kinda dark & melancholic. Suits me well...

Bite me

In less than 12 hrs, I engulfed the entire Twilight book, and I am now up for the second book which is the New Moon. My husband begged me to slow down, because of my long days off. So i kinda like reminded him about my compulsiveness about reading books. Once I am hooked, I will be his dear hermit. For now, the Cruz' clan is on standstill, until I get my senses back. But for now, I have a date with Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen.
I shouldn't watched that movie!

very busy

I had a blast last during the black friday sale. JP got his stuff under $50 bucks, and I got my Coach bag for less than $160. lolz.
There are some work event that I hate to discuss here because, seriously, it is nobody's business.
I am off for 11 days, and I will try to finish the 4 twilight saga. I am a little OCD when it comes to reading books. I just don't want to be bothered.
I'll see you guys around.....

Farm Pharm Party Part 2

While use of illegal substances like speed, heroin and pot has declined over the past decade, abuse of prescription drugs has increased sharply.

In today's world, people including children cope up with their life's misery thru the help of prescription or illicit drugs.
Thus born a society of pill poppers. Attendies of Pharm parties. School kids Fruit Salad parties. Alcohol binging parties. Parents who are not aware of this, please be mindful of your children activities. I am tired of looking at a hapless body of another young victim killed by ingesting of unknown substance. When is this going to stop?


"Now what is that again you're chewing? Dried Mango?"

Farm Party part 1

Back in the old days, my summer time means, spending time with my relatives in Negros Occidental, and be able to learn the ilonggo language.That means, having to spend 3 months with my cousins in this manner:
To wake up early morning, so we can wash our clothes frolick sa suba (on the river) all day . We pack food that we are going to cook, like pospas (congee), sinugba nga Tilapia (Grilled tilapia), or just nilaga nga sab-a ( boiled banana). We would stay in that river `til my tiyay (aunt) will call us holding a barakol (dried tubo) ready to whip our arse. In the afternoon, we listen to the Bacolod's drama radio, while one of my cousin will iron our clothes using an iron heated by charcoal fire.
While the elders are taking their daily afternoon nap, we kids will start traversing my grandmother's house surrounded by fruit trees consists of lumboy (blue plum), sab-a (bananas), mangga (mangoes), langka (jackfruit), and root vegetable like balinghoy (cassava), kamote (sweet potato). We could always come up with different meriendas. My personal favorite: Linupak nga sab-a, (mashed banana with the use of a big wooden mortar). Ingredients: Saba, brown sugar, grated coconut, and star margarine. The finished product is placed on a banana leaf. We will gather ourselves around it, and will tear the banana leaf with linupak to our desired portion. By the end of the day, we have no appetite for dinner due to the massive carb attack during oldies siesta time (Now you know why your kids don't eat their food at supper time).
Plenty of games awaits us around 5`ish. But as a teenager, and crushes galore, we opted to hang out in the middle of taytay (bridge), talking about boys, holding a bag full of Jingle songhits & songbook, a guitar is passed around (all of us knows how to play guitar)wala pa kayang karaoke noon!, and we sing the like of Janis Joplin, America, Beatles, Bread, Carol King, Janis Ian, Journey, Chicago, Boz Scaggs and sometimes, not all the time....a suicidal Sharon Cuneta song. Personal Favorite: We're all alone by Boz, At Seventeen by J. Ian, If you leave me now by Chicago. Good impact to my youth....
During the month of May, and on weekends, a hacienda nearby will host a dance party, and we prod our tiyays and tiyoys (our aunts and uncle), to allow us to go to the Bay-le (barrio dance party). After dinner and a quick shower, off we go to the hacienda which consist of 15 minutes walk and run (my male cousins will usually scare us with the sound of tik tik (bird).
Although I don't dance, I savor the moment to spend time with my secret crush who would join us in our table `til wee hours, talking nonsense (this would take forever if I start talking about him!).
Pretty much, this is how I spend my summer in Hda. Colisap #1, Silay. The memory lingers on, and will never be forgotten.



to be continued....

*I would like to thank the owners of the pictures that I took from different website without their permission. The pictures were used to depict only the image of the said fruit/vegetable and not for commercial purpose. Thank you.

There ain't no bugs on me

A nervous face...unapproving smirk!


For several weeks now, we're trying to analyze why wiggles has itchy spells. We've been to the veterinarian and he was given a steroid and an antibiotic shot which afforded short relief, and for the last 2 weeks, he's been nursing a hot spot in his back. So, off we go again to the vet. Advised: Bathe dog every 2 weeks only, instead of twice a week, and most likely poopsie has a bad allergic reaction to fleas he found 1 or 2 after going to the dog park . Verdict: Another steroid shot, a pill for fleas for 6 months, and we bought a shampoo and essential oils. Last night he was still sporting his buster collar, no appetite except for cookies. Today, as I was prepping myself for my exam tomorrow, he finished his Beneful meal (laced with the anti flea pill), came up to my lap, gave him a good massage for about 30 minutes, dozed off, and still sleeping after I lay him down on top of our couch throw pillow. He is very precious. He gave us unconditional love, and we're grateful to give the same in return.


Finally got some sleep without a buster collar!

IMHO

My writing started when I was left alone in DFduh in early 2005. Thrown with loneliness and a brand new apple imac, I blogged. I blog incessantly, with nothingness on my mind. I’ve described rainfalls, traffic, buildings, how I sleep, what I cooked, morons, anything under the sun, that would come to my infarcted brain.
Shit happened. I cried, I laughed, I got drunk, I drove myself to a crazy spell, running the maximum speed in I-35 hoping that state trooper will stop me and put me in jail if I don’t get killed and my doctor put me on anti-hypertensive and a happy pill to turn off my melancholic state, and I blogged. Because there was no physical human to interact with, I guess that was the first time that I got so lonely and misunderstood.
I coped up after several months selling my “uppers” (nah!). Received a happy (the person that sending me was happy, not me) email in May 2006, triggering my depression again. And I blogged.
Life goes on…and here I am. Started with few followers, I erased some of my entries, pictures, stopped here for a while and continued blogging somewhere else, and now back here again, updating what’s on with my everyday life, copied and published some emails if I have a brain drain moment, or if I am pissed off like this.
So here I am again, slightly offended by a remark in one of the comments of a blogger in another blog site. It’s about amount of readership you can have in your own blog aka popularity issue.
I must say that I defy being popular. With all due respect, there are some facts that you have not considered. I like to maintain my anonymity and my elusiveness when it comes to my personality and my writing.
The vast issues written in my blog, are my personal opinion/observation/experience/experimentation, and not intended for a massive online debate nor to enthrall the gods of misfortune. Wala akong editor at pera if I get sued.
I also respect most of my underground followers who would buzz me in my YM about their disgrace of my writing ~kesyo "mabagal akong magsulat," or "busy ba ako," or may "PMS ka na naman!" to e-mails (that I kept in one folder to be re read umpteenth million times) on how they reacted to a certain topic, tried a recipe, co-workers who snoop would text me "you crack me up," EX that can't burn their bridges, and still wants to know what I am up to, friends who consoled me in my time of need, and my husband who supported my craziness, and ready to fire me once our personal space and face is exposed!
Yes dear, they are not that plenty. In fact, I can count them with my fingers in both hands. But I like my little community. Personal & humble.

P&G scandal! lol

For all the women blogger out there. Please read.
Copied from my email for the whole blog roll to see.



AN OPEN LETTER TO
MR. JAMES THATCHER,
BRAND MANAGER,
PROCTER & GAMBLE.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always maxi pads for over 20 years, and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core™ or Dri-Weave™ absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills." Isn't the human body amazing?

As brand manager in the feminine-hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from Aunt Flo. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter.

Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."

Are you fuc**ng kidding me?

What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness—actual smiling, laughing happiness—is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlúa and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreens armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man. If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong"? Or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flexi-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.

Best,

*$#Q$_Q$Q%&#*Q@%

Sabaw of the day

Bata pa ako, lagi na lang sinisiksik ng nanay ko ang mga pagkain na kinasusuklaman ko hindi ko gusto, at dahil dakila naman akong uto-uto, shempre pa kinakain ko.
#1 on my list is Kalabasa. As in Vitamin A~ pampalinaw ng mata.
"Tingnan mo si Perla Adea, ang ganda ng mata, kasi kumakain sya ng kalabasa!" ~My Mom
#2 Pag inom ng hilaw na itlog gabi gabi. I friggin hated it. Pero, payatut talaga ako noon, at ang goal ni mudra eh patabain ako ng konti with protein ek ek. Saan ka nakakita ng batang nakababad mag damag sa lababo na puno ng tubig at doon sine serve ang pag kain nya gawa sa binola bolang kanin at pritong itlog (sunog ang puti, hilaw ang pula) araw araw? As in everyday. Pramis. Pahirap ba ako sa magulang ko?
#3. Whole milk every morning. Yuck. Salamat na lang at nag karoon ako ng lactose intolerance. Nawawala lang ang allergy na yon, pag me craving ako ng ice cream. Di ba!
#4 Fishda~ oh my freaking gulay. I am not a big fan of fish. Balat lang ang kinakain ko sa isda. (ang arte ko noh!)
#5 Vitamins (yung capsule na colorless at kita laman...tawag ata doon cod liver oil)~ in different sizes and form and lots of bad after taste~ Di ko alam bat ganun si mudra. Pag bata ka, sunod ka na lang ng sunod, para wala ng gulo at palo.

SO now, nasa edad na ako na wala ng ibang minomonitor kundi ang retirement. Naalala ko si nanay at mga pag kaing binibigay nya sa akin. Hindi ko pa din naman nakakalimutan pa. In fact, favorite ko lahat ang mga food na pinag tulakan nyang ibigay sa akin noon. Hinahanap hanap ko pa. Ngayon, tuwing pupunta ako ng asian store, tinitingnan ko palagi ang kalabasa kung ok ang pag kakahinog nya, at isasama ko sa pagluto ko ng pakbet or gisadong giniling lang na may kalabasa. Ang itlog naman, lagi ko ring sinasama sa mga niluluto kong pansit o di kaya Arroz a la Cubana. Gusto ko pa din sa isda ay pinirito. Tapos isasawsaw sa maanghang na suka na may dinikdik na bawang. Shemps pa, palagi pa den akong nag va-vitamin. Centrum at Omega 3 (yung me aftertaste na isda!ewwww). bwehehehehehehe
Salamat Nanay,sa magaling mong pang uuto sa akin. Nagsilbing malaking tulong ang lahat ng masusustansyang pagkain na pinilit nyong ipakain sa akin. Dahil at my age, 22 turning 43 in 3 months tuwid pa ang likod ko, baby smooth supple pa rin ang pwet ko sa matagal na pag kakaupo at pag bababad sa harap ng computer, at nakikita ko pa rin ang letrang binabasa at tinatype ko, kahit patay ang ilaw!


My Bouillabaisse life~
"Soup and fish explain half the emotions of human life."

Protest Vote

I strongly believed that the author of this book will win the Presidential election 2008. The Presidential candidate who wrote this book is our 44th President!!!

And now for the hard part....Obama has to deliver the change he promised. His challenge is to change the course of the government and guide it thru the hard times and past financial crisis he inherits as he takes the office. Aray!

I must confess that I was one of the few who did not go out and vote. I was so sick that I could hardly get up, but I thank God for the blackberry and hp mini note, I was able to keep myself in tune with the outside world.
To my blog acquiantance, Reynz, who fervently monitored his Obama from dawn to his deep sleep, from Dunkin to Wawa, Roy Rogers to Jollibee, In & Out Burger and Whattaburger and to all silent Democrats who are tired of that long wait, Congratulations! Let us CHANGE FOR THE BETTER!!!

"Even as we celebrate tonight, we know that the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest in our lifetime." ~ Barack Obama

And for me, mega work na ako...OT,OT, OT! Sign up for more OT!

Viral Syndrome

Every fall season of the year, I would get a crud. Stuff that normal people will get and would immediately seek medical attention, and would ask for 1 week work excuse. For abnormal people like us in medical field, we still serve the masses with mask and dry hands, (from too much hand washing) wishing that we will spread our dearly beloved virus to y`all it will dissipate in 1 day (cant afford to miss work).
So, while I drown myself for not having a good sleep last night after my 6 hours princess shift, I was thinking about what's for breakfast. So, I made a spicy tinolang manok and added vietnamese bokchoy and sotanghon. With burnt tongue from tasting the visual delight that enticed me, I will now wake my majesty to share the newly reinvented "Soup du jour."

Blackberry Bubble

Pixes on my cellphone....sans hubby & me. Bawal daw i publicize face namin. scawy, noh!

Blackberry Bubble

Cable TV

I am very frugal when it comes to my utilities.Like my Cable TV is only $28.99. But now, the Cable TV owner wants me to upgrade our so called "analog" channels to Dish satellite (against my will) meaning pag tinanggal nila ang analog ko, keri ako ng channel automatic pero ayaw nilang sabihin yon sa akin kunyari boplak ako . I have few tv series favorites that I don't want to let go, and much to my so called difficulties right now, I made my decision to change it to DISH SAT anyway. Hoping that it will just stop moving around and keep my signal stable.

PS: I took care of a red power ranger and 2 little fairies today!

Do I really know where I am going to?

Arrrrgghhh!
I am contemplating about another move. That is, to San Francisco (specifically, Vallejo area....Walnut Creek, American Canyon, Napa, still need to learn the counties).
Ewan ko ba. So now, I have written down the pros and cons that I need to reconsider. Things that I will forget and needed to be done. My hubby is excited and so do I. Location, location location. Geez....I've already acclimated myself in good `ol everything-is-big-here TX, then here I am, being swayed to the Golden State.
Texas broke my heart, and I still can't forget....

Please read the label

I have a habit of marking all my work stuff and personal belongings.....but not with my name. All my co-workers are aware whose bag, belongings, calculator, cup, knick knacks that belongs to me.
Today, we had a staff meeting, and it so happened that I was (supposed to be) up and ready to leave, with 2 bags and a lotion that sits on top of my lunch bag that has a special label. One of the discussions in our meeting was not to bring your own B&B, VS, or wutevah perfume-y suppling agent (that triggers the noses of the trolls) that penetrates the gloves. And as my boss trying to give an example, "Not to leave your special lotion on the desk like: (picking up my lotion, and read the label)) MINE!"
bwahahahahahahahaha!
DI ba, Winner!

Marriage Warranty?

Distraught will be the right word to use if I haven't logged in and blogged. For the first week of October, I have battled the PMS demon....that includes severe headache and I have to work and sustaining myself not to call in, suicidal thoughts, as I am about to go to my OB GYN and have them pull my uterus (that is my monthly ideation), or like a manananggal feeling, that is to put a bag of sea salt in the lower half of my body and marinate it for 7-9 days. I couldn't think straight, I can't make a good decision, I always have a hissy fit, but has to have a good face to front my hubby and not having this awful feeling obvious to him. The only thing I complained to JP was about the nagging headache that in all honesty, I could be the next CFO of Ibuprofen. Ibuprofen had been my best friend every 30 something days. Without it, I can see 8 stupid people in front of me instead of just 1. I've always thank God for it's worthiness and to that person who invented it.
Aside from managing my hysterics on PMS, I have thrown myself in a world of my friend's divorce. It must've been a couple of months that she's been bee buzzing with a co-worker, until her emotions poured on me as well.
Her moving out, my sinister-get-even actions against her soon to be ex, what to and what not had all been carefully planned by us three, with some interjection from the 3 men we've worked with (one a divorcee, the other is a 25 year old clueless single man, and a 30 sumthin' with a "co inhabitant") and my hubby who analyzes a plan B and the pessimistic side of it.
It's hard (could not really deal with it...honestly) to listen and to tell her to be strong. Having 3 kids with this situation, (they've been together for 24 years) must be overwhelming.
And so the move out happened yesterday. We packed what we can take. It was a messy getaway. The house was...in shambles. (The best way to describe) It was(the state of the house) a clutter...cluster f*ck. Even the Realtor who visited the century old house made a comment to "let go of the house!"
As we sat in the old wooden bench outside the doorway, right next to the neatly rows of garbage bags full of unfolded clothes, my brain had a relapse.
While my blogger's world are busy talking about the effect of the economy in their internet and real lives, I am witnessing broken family 101 Live. Earlier part of the loading, I was still aggressively huffing and puffing dreaming how to lose weight carrying several size 0 clothing, In a sudden turn, I am looking at a 16 year old boy who doesn't know who to turn to (father of course was somewhere in East Coast....having a grand time, not going home until Sunday), holding a temporary disconnected cellphone, crying and confused. My friend's face was covered with mixed tears and snot. Broke my heart. My husband heard their dog's whimpering inside the kennel, and lifted Pepper up to cuddle her. My eyes were misty. I heard everyone's breathing! We were on a standstill. I didn't know what to tell my friend. This is something that is not taught in combat, Not even my years of do'h experience will enhance my capability to utter a comforting word such as " it's ok...." F*ck. It is all f*cked up....and it is not OK!

Welcome to her new house.....
We forgot the gaddam dolly. 2 dollies and a big yea space in UHAUL and we left it in the old house.
We needed a break....pizza and coke for late lunch....it was a taciturn moment....

It felt like we were driving forever going back home. We're not talking. Got home, we sat in a couch, we're still not talking. We're looking in our silhouette on the TV's screen. My husband stood up and went to the bathroom. I heard his sniffles and the shower opened.
"Beh, maligo ka na!"

PS: Mercury Retrograde?
PS uli 10/13/08~ edited version


Screen shot of the idiot's website....emoticon shows how elated he was when he found out that his wife left him.

KabaBloghan

How many times do I have to change the title and the description of my blog? Kaloka!

Girls day out (with the boys!)

I've enjoyed my rest(?) day yesterday, despite the fact that half of the time, I was in meat and alcohol limbo. Overall, we had a good time.
The usual topic was food over food. Awesomely, my crazy work peeps had been craving for my Arroz a la Cubana. My (instant) dish that I usually cook with no frills...or should I say "pag nag mamadali ng kumain at walang ulam at hihimatayin na si bossing" was raved over the enormous non-stop serving of house special picanha (what's wrong with this group?).

They (3 of them) actually made it over the weekend, trying to jazz it up, but were not able to acquire the same substance in their palate. So, I gave them a word of advice (ek ek). "Follow the recipe," in Terminator's voice. Although it is a simple sauteed ground meat, the mélange of the ingredients intensifies the taste, add an oven top grill chiquita banana and you will just crave for more.
Enihoot, $40 anda (ming kinain ko, nyeta) later and drifting away in far away Condom Sense store, we headed out to Irving for a nail...or should I say, sat in an invigorating vibratory chair while they service us for our pedicure bonding moment. We were zonked ( worked the night before, and me as a DD) with a little brazilian ETOH on board that they claimed not to be strong (so wrong...way too wrong!)... I hurriedly sober up in my chair (while I am measuring up the pathways of alcohol metabolism...the bad thing was...I fast the day before, so sucky sucky, meaning sobering up aint happening soon). So based on whatever law that is.....weight vs height (mass per mass), buzzing..... amount of alcohol,zzzzzzzzzzzz... no exercise person vs fasting & fast eating (love that crispy fat side of picanha)....buzzz.... at a dissipation rate of around 0.015% per hour...buzzzz....and then..... I saw my pink toe nail with flowers and I was elated. More please.
Off we go to Cheesecake Factory in Arlington.
The joy it brings. BAR MENU from 4pm-6pm. Attagirl! You can do it. I had a Georgia Peach (because I'm peachy), and buttahofcourse....my Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake. TO die for. And I did.
Next stop, State Fair of Texas. Oct 9....and it is a Thursday...we're gonna have a party! It's a Thursday. Yikes. Chicken Fried Bacon, & Fried Banana Split come to mama! (Am I going to overdose my Omega 3 again....felt that fish burp!)


I'm the DD.... ugh gyen.
PS: I like..........

Fogo de Chao (yummylisciousness)

Below is my e-vite to my co-workers who are killing their bootylisciousness off.

Census wise, we've been up to >100 average every day. Nabawasan ng konti sometimes, kasi nga me laro kaya ang mga CowGheyz. So on Wednesday, mag papaka glutton ako, like there is no tomorrow. Burp!
Nulla per orem for 2 days! Hello Gaucho!

Craving for this....

Wala lang. I'm just craving for Arroz a la Cubana (My mom's style...kaya lang I prefer burnt dry fried banana), but hubby wants to eat at Tokyo One, so doon kami mamaya for dinner.

Project Runway Philippines Quotable Quotes

I am a has been viewer of Pinoy Telebisyon....so passe na ako sa mga balita. I guess the only reason why I subscribed a fil channel on the internet, is because I got so addicted with that drama ( I was forced into it, and got hooked) "Sa Piling Mo" couple of years back (farts! Can't believe it has been 2 years ago) with Judy Ann Santos and Piolo Pascual. Well... I was depressed then... and life was a blur, and blah blah blah...and crap!
Enihooters, again...I am hooked...with Project Runway Philippines. And no, I am not having bipolar moments. I just want to capture the gayness moments I've seen during each episode.
I would like to thank sweetproject, for allowing me to use her(his?) videos for my screenshots.
I did not capture the catty part of the show. I love all the contestants, and I am only going to use the funny anecdotes and not the "tongue-lashing" biatchiness.


























Also, please don't forget to watch (kahit late na) Project Catwalk Season 3 (UK version of Project Runway). I guess it was shown early part of the year, and their winner........surprise!


"Anything can be a suppository if enough force is applied!" unknown mcc

"To Arnel Pineda Fans!"

TO ALL AP FANS: "READ WELL AND THREAD CAREFULLY!!!"
If you have noticed, I tried not to post here my AP Official Website (ek ek) sentiments. One thing kasi, if I say something bad, I will be persecuted by my kapwa Pinoys. My grip in my previous posts were the exact opinion of one of their forumers sa AP website. At yun....as in kinatay sya ng mga FANS! In fact his/her views were right....anything waaaay in excess is tooooo freaking much. Nakakainis. Nakakapika. Nakakasawa. Tama na. Itigil na. Hindi lang kasi kayo kayo ang gustong mag join sa topic eh. Me ibang tao din na gustong i appreciate ang talent ni Arnel eh ang kaso....namomonopolize ng kung anu-anong ka dramahan ang thread ng ibang forumers!!! PRAMIS. Hindi nyo lang pansin, pero pansin ko at napansin din ng iba.
At, it gives lines/boundaries to some who would like to appreciate his music. The same group that protects Arnel Pineda's legacy, will be the same people that will bring him down. Sana, hinay hinay lang sila sa post, or di kaya, ang administrator nito dapat naglagay ng category about...."birthdays, prayers, concert, favorite food, being sick....etc...etc...etc" Mali eh...sadyang mali. And I feel bad for this person that they attacked.
Even one forumer wished him/her dead (Mabuhay! Ang tatapang talaga). Pinagbintangan din syang nag palit ng nickname na similar sa isang terrorist group sa `Pinas, or someone na fired out after Steve Perry.

I hope this will change, pero if ever na mabasa nila ang blog na to.... I will bet my cute ass that it will be on fire. I welcome all comments and interrogations. And if they ban my IP there...really....who gives a crapiolla!?

PS: Sinong gustong humada at mag interpret ng sinabi ko in english...sa ngayon kasi medyo kurtado utak ko at imbyerniks sa mga chuva na itesh! Anyone....someone...haller....Reyna Elena?? PussyCat???
Yun lang pow!
PPS: Wag korekin ang english and gay lingo ko....capture ko lang sabi ni BB:
"My opinion is like a butt, everybody has one..."

Duguan

Ilang araw na palang sumasakit ang ulo ko at hindi ko matiyak kung ano ang dahilan nito.
Ipagpaumanhin ninyo mga giliw kong taga pag basa ng aking panunulat. Sa dahilang nakakapagod din namang mag muni muni ng salitang banyagang iaangkop ko sa aking talataan. Sa totoo lamang, nakakapagod ring mag isip sa trabaho, lalo na at ang iyong mga kasama ay ibang lahi at walang isa mang nagsasalita ng sarili mong wika. Pagkaminsan, kailangan ko ng katinuan ng utak, tinatawagan ko ang aking kabiyak, at pag nag uusap kami sa sarili naming wika, hinahamak ako at sila raw ay nag mimistulang tanga sa dahilang hindi nila maintindihan ang aking minumutawi.
Tangna naman! Kasalanan ko ba kung iisang lenggwahe lang ang nalalaman niyo. Kita nyo na ngang dugong dugo na ang ilong ko sa pakikisama sa inyo, at heto kayo, kukumustahin ko lang ang aking kabiyak, nag mistula na kayong mga kampon ni Hitler.
arrrrgh (marikit na bersyon!)....
Pangalawang araw ko ng pamamahinga, at ano itong aking pinag kakausyosohan. Walang humpay na pag babasa ng iba't ibang panulat sa "internet!" Nakakapanibago at nakakagalak, lalo pa't ang pananalita'y angkop sa masayahing bayotin. Ako ay naaliw, at aking sinubaybayan ang lahat ng kanyang mga talata at mga kakaibang balitaktakan mula sa kanyang mga tagapag subaybay. Kung tutuusin, halos hindi na ako nakapag pahinga sapagkat, iyon lamang bukod tanging ginawa ko mula pag kagising ko kagabi.
Marami pa akong dapat na subaybayang anekdota ng iba't ibang tagapag sulat.
Mawalang galang lamang po, subalit ika labing dalawa na ng tanghali, at ito'y oras na ng aming tanghalian.
Ipag paumanhin lamang po at isasantabi ko muna ito. Sa uulitin. Mabuhay po ang bawat Pilipino. Mahalin ang wikang pambansa.

Pahabol Sulat:
buyoy!

Die with a T

Today is the start day (and had been everyday) to go on a full swing dieT. Amazingly, in my 42 earthling years, I've probably lost a total of 500 pounds from the different diet I've tried in the last decade and I should be hanging in one of my necklace charm, but this time, I want to be successful (Nyah!).
Ms. K reiterated that I need to keep a journal for my diet plan. One thing for sure, I can't keep up when it comes to writing a journal. With this big flab jiggly flip bod, I am also fully loaded and upgraded myself with all sorts of ailments namely, tendonitis, some sort of carpal tunnel syndrome, hypertension and peripheral edema. God knows what else I can load up to this tiny frame, and hopefully I won't be looking like a Japanese car with some kind of subliminal emblem that says “Big fat ass!"
My plan is to go back to my Filipino diet~ that is, frequent healthy meals. Hopefully, my body will not be able to recognize that I am actually eating healthy food and will not reject myself.
Now....my worries is that our rice bin is still half full ( I didn't say half empty for I don't want to be pessimist!), so I have a long way to go before I can actually finish it up! Nyahahahahaha. I am not feeling helpless....not at all....In fact I was dreaming that I was attack by different kinds of asian foods, that I woke up feeling full to my stomach! Nah. But.... "eat I must!"

Think about it. Rice exists in many climates, needs no refrigeration and has no natural enemies. All you do is add water - and water - and - water - and water....~ Erma Bombeck

Quality time

Pictures speaks louder than words!