Spaghetti Incident

The title of this entry makes me smile. I think I was a freshman in highschool when the Guns n Roses album came out. What I'm about to write about didn't in any way make me smile though.

Yesterday afternoon, I was simultaneously cooking the pasta and the meat sauce when I attempted to move the saucepan so that I could start on the cheese. For some reason the handle was really hot. I immediately let go and placed my hand under cool running water. After a few minutes, I dabbed some ointment on my burnt palm, and while it did help, it continued to hurt so much that I started to cry.

My hand is a bit better now, but both my point man and middle finger have bubble-like burns and I am pretty sure I won't be able to carry anything using my left hand for a few days.

Satan's Creation

We all know that that Cheetos twisted snack was crated by satan to keep supposedly very fit women like myself from being in their natural built. For emphasis, in case I didn't stress that well enough, Natural Built = Very Fit. Okay! Settled.

Satan has used Eric, my officemate to tempt me. I think it worked too. I am not only weak against Cheetos now, but also weak against the new Lays Chips.

Try it. It could be THE poision you have been waiting for your whole life.

PURPLE tRAINing

I am now a proud owner of dumbbells.

I really wanted 4kg ones but the salesperson practically begged me not to get them, he says they are too heavy for me. I thought he was right, it did feel too heavy and I'm afraid I won't be able to get even 3 reps (yes, reps, not sets!) of arm curls using them, so I tried out the 3kg ones. It was better. But again, the salesperson insisted that those were still pretty much too heavy for me.

As I am one to take advice from "experts", I tried out the 2kg set. I must admit, the weight seemed perfect. I think I have found the one.

But no! Mr. Salesman was still pushing that I get the 1.6kg.

I thanked him for his help and said that I would be getting the 2kg. So I headed to the counter to pay for it, Mr. Salesman follows me and continues shake his head and look disappointed.

I lugged the dumbbells all the way from Marina Square to Esplanade where I had dinner with my friends. It felt like a workout. At this point, I start to think that maybe I should have gotten the lighter ones.

Now that I'm home and inspecting my new possession (it feels so much different from buying shoes or clothes, where you'd try them on for the second time) I suddenly realized that it is purple and it matched my yoga mat.

Purple is not my favorite color, in fact I hate purple. The only reason why I have a purple yoga mat is that at the time of my purchase, all other colors were out of stock. As for my dumbbells, the 2kg ones comes in only one color. And I bet that because you're so smart, you would have figured out what color that is.

DUMB about Dumbbells

I have decided to purchase some dumbbells as the lightest set of dumbells at our condo's gym is quite too heavy for me. In my opinion, it is more suited to the likes of Vin Diesel. Enough said.

My dilemma is this: Should I get the stackable ones? This will give me flexibility and I could get the ideal weight depending on my routine. OR should I get the 8 (or 10) lb ones? It is more comfortable to grip, less bulky and more aesthetic. Besides, it would probably be the weight I would be using 80% off the time.

Big decision. DUMBbell decision. Jackie Lou Blanco (JLB), help me!

Pure Energy

I know this is old news, my entry is months late but I will go ahead and write it anyways.

I was very surprised with the UNTOLD STORIES blog entry that was circulated heavily via email.

Gary V, in my eyes seemed to be incapable of doing anything wrong, with the exception of his wardrobe choices in the 80's but then again, everyone looked less attractive in the 80's, which I must say is a small price to pay for enjoying a decade of pure fun. (I love the 80's!)

After reading through the entry, I started to wonder, if that incident gave him his nicname, Mr. Pure Energy. I'd like to think though that it is his dancing.

Ang TV

I don't really watch much TV. In fact, when I was in Manila there were weeks that I didn't watch a single show. However, since moving here I found that I watched more and more TV. I didn't realize the gravity of the situation until the battery of the remote control died on me. I am suddenly unable to flick through the channels. And it actually bothered me.

It has been a week now, and it seems as though I am back to me old self. Turning on the TV is no longer the first thing I do when I get home. I have even started going to the gym again.

Maybe I should NEVER replace the battery.

Cashback

Sean Higgins: Two halves, please.
The Barman: What was the other one?
Sean Higgins: Two halves.
The Barman: Oh, yeah.
Sean Higgins: I just found the world's stupidest barman.

-oOo-

Ben Willis: Once upon a time, I wanted to know what love was. Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it.

I don't want to be...

I was talking about a really gross, but also very funny episode of South Park when HE joked that you are what you watch and that watching that series would make me mean. I, of course retaliated by saying that he should not go around saying such things because that is like admitting that he is gay. If you must know, HE very recently grew fond of One Tree Hill. He decided to watch it because he wanted to see how Moira Kelly looks now, then for some unfathomable reason the show started to get interesting for him. Go figure. He is now also watching The OC. And not because of the girls in the show, which would have been more understandable. HE says that the word I must have been looking for is sensitive, not gay.

I thought about it

It took me a good 7 seconds before I am able to aswer this :

"Would it be possible to love someone and not be interested in her?"

The Bell Jar

A lot of people would most likely say that you should not read The Bell Jar when you are depressed because it might cause you to do something stupid like try and take your life. I recently re-read the book and I was surprised that this time around I didn't feel anything. When I was younger, I remember being disturbed by it. I also noticed something that failed to catch my attention years ago. It is the exchange between Irwin and Ester when they first met.

Irwin: Could you please tell me the time?

Ester: Five past four... why, you've a watch yourself!

Irwin: Doesn't work. Where are you going?

Ester: Home.

Irwin: Why would you like some coffee first?

Ester: [hesitates]

Irwin: A very small cup of coffee?

Growing Up

Stan Marsh, an 8-year-old from South Park, Colorado writes to God and it goes...

Are you there, God?

It's me, Stan. If you wouldn't mind, I don't wanna be the only kid who doesn't get his period before the new year. Could you speed up my development a little? Thanks, God.

Your friend, Stan

I was just thinking about Are you there God? It's me Margaret, when I saw this South Park Episode! I am pleased to say that it all ended well. God told Stan that although he will eventually mature, he will never get his period because he is a boy. Only girls--women get periods.

Tracy: Walk (ONE TIME ONLY!), don't run.

You'd never think these lines are from South Park (except maybe the first and last ones). I was pretty surprised myself. Anyways, read on. For those who do not watch South Park, I am happy to write a spoiler. Mr. Hand will not be there for Mr. Garrison till the end. Also, Mr. Garrison will have a sex change and Mr. Slave (another character, this time an actual person in South Park), his lifetime partner will leave him. Mr. Slave wants to be with a man--a person who is physically a man. Mr. Garrison calls him queer and claims that he isn't queer, because he (or should I say SHE) is now a woman.

Mr. Garrison: [still undressed] Don't worry, Mr. Twig. Even though Mr. Hat rescued me from prison, I'm still gonna stick with you. ["Many colors in my homo rainbow. Don't we all just-"]

Mr. Twig : [in a French accent] Do you love him?

Mr. Garrison: It doesn't matter. He left me.

Mr. Twig : Do you love him?

Mr. Garrison: [breaks down] Yes. [a variation on Wendy's theme plays]

Mr. Twig : Then run to him.

Mr. Garrison: But I feel like I'd be making the wrong decision.

Mr. Twig : Love isn't a decision, it's a feeling. If we could decide who we love, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

Mr. Garrison: I'll never forget you, Mr. Twig. Thank you. [tosses him away, pulls out Mr. Hat, and smiles.]

SOURCE: http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/southpark/season2/southpark-214.htm