Wishful Thinking

The last month of the year is usually saved for all our wishes and promises that could or should be fulfilled at the start of the year. The first day of the year are usually reserved for our dreaded list to be thought over...and wished that we never promised to do. And so, I am sticking to what my New Year's sorta resolution.

1. I will still drink Coca-cola and never will I stop or no one can stop me.

2. I will never go on a diet! Hell to the NO!!!

3. I have a reputation to hold and no one can change me. (ha ha!)

4. No one can stop me from re reading my favorite books, that include the classic ones that I've read god knows how many times during my high school years.

5. I will maintain my flat affect persona.

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,

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