Saturday, October 31, 2009

(not so) fun run

I had a pretty good Friday--except maybe for one minor thing. My tights got snagged by a protruding nail on the bench I sat on. Twice.

Luckily I was wearing a long top / short dress that hid the spots.

Just when I thought there is absolutely no way I could like an article of clothing more, something happens and life surprises me once again.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

cheater

I'm not really one to quote Oprah (or read a book just because Oprah recommends it), but I saw an interesting show she did yesterday. It was about cheating men.

While I didn't get to see the whole show, more importantly the closing, some of the statistics actually are still in my head.

It might be the data crunching that I was going that got me fixated on percentages.

1. 12% of men will cheat no matter what
2. 1 in 2.7--okay, make that 1 in 3 men will cheat at least once
3. 55% of the cheaters will deny cheating (even if presented with evidence)
4. Only 14% will admit to their partners without being asked (or 16%? Beats me.)
5. 12% left their partners for someone more good looking, or shapely

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I was not really surprised about #5, in fact my guess was 5 - 10%, only because I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO CHEATED WITH SOMEONE MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIS PARTNER. Seriously. NO ONE. Maybe I don't know that much people? Not sure.

new toy

For the first time since I moved to Singapore, I am actually excited about the IT show.

I haven't really decided yet, but I think IT IS TIME.

I'm vulnerable.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

it's black, it's white

I found my first white hair today. Hmmmmmm. I wonder if I'd grow old to find myself with salt and pepper locks. That ought to be cool. If only it would happen twenty years from now ;)

My dad's post retirement hair was rogue-ish--white in front, black in the back. Maybe I'll be lucky too.

Monday, October 19, 2009

the THROAT about my condition

I had been baldado and partially baldado on and off the last few weeks. After two rounds of antibiotics, a blood test, a x-ray (inhale, deep breath, hold your breath...click), two bottles of that cough mixture, a bottle of banana flavored cough mixture with ventolin (I was shaking for a few days), more than 24 lozenges, two bottles of Pei Pa Koa and A LOT of missed meet ups, the doctor tells me that it is not an infection, but an allergy.

(Okay, so the medication / treatment enumeration is irrelevant--besides the two rounds of antibiotics.)

What am I allergic to? She can't tell. I have to observe she says.

Dr. House, help me.

you will love

Image from here.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

how did you know?

I heard from a good friend yesterday. He was asking me how I knew it was IT.

What he wanted to know was that for all the times I went through with it, what made me decide that it was time to let go.

Wow.

I've been asked this question more than a few time, but it was never quite phrased like this, collectively. FOR ALL THE TIMES. Generally, one would refer to the latest, but my friend, as you know is NOT usual.

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I could have given him a blow by blow of my thought process, but that would be pointless. I said what I thought would make most sense to him now.

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I said that while I couldn't tell him reasons why he should stay, I could tell him unreasonable reasons to stay. I could easily give him ten but I chose to share only one, sayang naman lahat ng time and effort that we put into the relationship.

WYRD: Scream

Here is an OPM song from the nineties. I always liked and it even if I often forget the artist as well as the song title, I would occasionally catch myself singing it. Enjoy. There is high likelihood that it would be the first time you're hearing it as it was never really big.

It is also in youtube, but the audio is terrible.

Oetje Lamno

I saw an art exhibit today. There were three paintings that I liked, all from an Indonesian artist Oetje Lamno.This is Reaching the Kite, while this isn't my particular favorite, I can well imagine putting something like this in my hypothetical other room, a room with matte cream walls.This is True Love Bone. I hadn't really put a lot of thought into this one. I like the title though. Very much. It is unfortunate that you can't see the texture. This is Time Can Do So Much and is maybe the cleanest one in the series. I like how you see more and more details as you stare into it. The photo doesn't capture all the details, but I particularly like the hands on the clock--and the shadow of the twigs--and the pencil effect. Well, I liked the details. While there are many things going on, every bit seems to be in place. It has a whimsical feel devoid of chaos. I initially, couldn't make up my mind about the message or story. After looking more, my interpretation is that a boy falls asleep reading a book on life after finishing a lover's book. He then dreams about life--and love, as viewed and understood by a child. It is of innocent wonder. That is where the title comes in. Years from now, when he has experienced life--and love...it would be of a different picture.

Friday, October 16, 2009

captcha wish your girlfriend was...

And so I was doing something online that required me to key in the text in the image.
Who gets these words? Seriously. ME. Only ME.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

(500) days of summer

Why is it that people around me are fussing about the movie?

Hmmmmmm. Let's see.

1. because the scale is always tipped. no matter how little, how seemingly insignificant, the scale is always tipped.
2. because sometimes the proverbial screen--picture splits and you realise the glaring difference between your expectation and reality.
3. because there is that day, the beginning of summer.
4. because summers end.
5. because sometimes you only remember the good things, and until someone points that out, you are that idiot with selective memory.
6. because when you look back, it pays if you look again.
7. because sometimes she is just not sure.
8. friends my b*lls.
9. because technicalities suck.
10. because sometimes walls crumble.
11. because you want to be the first (and only) one she tells.
12. because you already have a best friend.
13. because you want to be the best friend...if only (and only if) there is more to it.
14. because even if she is of average height, average weight and (slightly above) average sized feet--to you, she can never be average. Or he.
15. because you are never really sure whether coincidences are just that, coincidences.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

i'm changing...soon

I woke up to find out that my hair finally flipped! I had been anticipating this since...well, since the minute I decided what I was going to do with my hair next.

The wait is almost over. In a couple of weeks, it is ferredus time again.

Monday, October 12, 2009

imagine

she says i can't imagine 10K.

i think okay....

she says also, i can't run, i only do sprints.

i think okay....

she says then he told me "you do 100 meter sprints right? now multiply that by 100", and i'm like...whoa.

i think okaaay....

imagine.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

(meaning) this sunday

My day started very early--more like late last night.

By 10 AM I had:

1. ironed out plans for today
2. completed my errand list
3. completed my shopping list (shopping <-- not an errand)
4. Tried on a dress thrice. Yes. The same dress.
5. sewn something totally out of character--if you know what I mean ;)
6. sewn a dumpling :-p

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I had a very packed day and as early as 9 PM, I already feel like sleeping.

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Sunday today was different. I haven't spent Sundays like this in a while.

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Every once in a while, someone comes along and you think, feel and believe that life, as you know it, would change (something I borrowed from a play I saw recently), if the person stays.

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Good night.

play chef

After sewing what I had to sew today, I decided to humour myself. Check out my fabric xiao long bao. LOL.

what to make?

Look what I got!

It is overwhelming to receive something you know was very, very, very well thought of.

AA, you're the sweetest :)

Saturday, October 10, 2009

defending the caveman

Compromise versus negotiation. The hunter and the gatherer. Don Johnson wears pastels. The perfect man in the nineties was a ghost. You are off by three feet. I am not an assh*le.

Friday, October 9, 2009

NU is a myth

A very long time ago, I read a very much forwarded email that I could never shake off my head. Especially the part about NU. I googled.

Just to be fair, I will post that bit about DLSU too.

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DLSU
Di Lumusot Sa UPCAT. That's a classic ain't it? It's as hilarious now as it was when I first heard it in 1994, which is to say, it's about as funny as getting kicked in the crotch. It's sad to note for a proud alumnus such as myself that a school with as impressive an academic pedigree as La Salle has become nothing more than a money-hungry institution whose only requirements for acceptance nowadays seem to be a pulse, an IQ over 80, and the financial capacity/ability to pay. Nowadays, whenever I incounter a person clayming to be from La Sall and they speech bad, have poor grammage, and cannot spill correctness, I am not surprice.

NU
I'm not even sure if this place is a real school. And I don't mean that in a snooty-you're-nothing-compared-to-my-school way. I mean I'm not even sure this place actually exists. I actually started believing that its initials really stood for Negative sa UPCAT.

Think about it. Do any of you really know anyone from NU? Do any of you even know of anyone who knows anybody from NU?

And if any of you even point to their basketball team and the audience that watches its games as proof of its existence, I beg you to think of this point. They act like absolute maniacs and they even look the part. If we go by that, then the National University is not a school. It's a correctional facility.


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Hilarious.

I seriously don't know anyone from NU--or anyone who knows anyone from NU.

I bet you want to read the whole thing. Google.

Who wrote this? Right. Google.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

that is a hat

In the few days that I was away sick, a few individuals to be seconded to the Laguna Love office arrived. There was much buzz about one. I'm not too sure why. Maybe because he is (too) young and single. And that always excites matchmakers.

I met him today. When I saw him. I froze.

He was...delicate.

Petite. Very petite. Blond. Very blond. Blue eyed. Very blue. Big hair. Ringlets. Very.

He was...is...looks like the little prince.

Seriously.

Goosebumps. Creepy even. Goosebumps.

(I hope I can keep myself from asking if he has a pet fox.)

Second photo is irrelevant to this entry. But what can I say? I love blurting out that is a hat :)

Image from peakoil.

sewing, meeting, nothing

Yesterday, I started sewing again :)

It is funny how I feel inspired to sew in the midst of the very uninspiring flu stint.

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Tomorrow, I am meeting a friend that I haven't seen for a while. I am quite excited. It is funny how I feel very close to this person when we hung out maybe six times tops during the span of time we have know each other.

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She tells me he has a new girlfriend who looks like me. It is funny as (he sees me as a sister and) I'm not his type. And he HAS a type. Trust me.

(Maybe it isn't that funny because this isn't really about me.)

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

#13

If a person's answer to what is your greatest extravagance? is you, what does that mean?

Monday, October 5, 2009

Proust Questionnaire (Take 2)

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR? not being able to say it. ever.

WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT STATE OF MIND? excited.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCCUPATION?(WAY OF SPENDING TIME) laughing.

WHAT HISTORICAL FIGURE DO YOU MOST IDENTIFY WITH?

WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST ADMIRE?

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FICTIONAL HERO? Jon Snow.

WHO ARE YOUR REAL-LIFE HEROES? volunteers.

WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION? bingo.

WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST? when I am free of worry and doubt.

WHAT IS YOUR MOST OBVIOUS CHARACTERISTIC? indifferent.

WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE (HATE) IN YOURSELF? restlessness.

WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN OTHERS? thoughtlessness.

WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST EXTRAVAGANCE? food.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE JOURNEY?

WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE? prunes. how my fingers and toes get when I stay in the water too long.

WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER THE MOST OVER-RATED VIRTUE? I almost type "there is not such thing", but suddenly thought of meekness.

ON WHAT OCCASION DO YOU LIE? I try my best not to lie. If I don't want to answer the question, I say "I don't want to talk about it" or I change the subject.

WHICH WORDS OR PHRASES DO YOU MOST OVER-USE? "what do you mean?"

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I want to be more patient.

WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?

WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE?

WHAT IS THE QUALITY YOU MOST ADMIRE IN A MAN? trust worthy.

WHAT IS THE QUALITY YOU MOST ADMIRE IN A WOMAN? class--grace under unpleasant circumstances.

WHAT IS IT YOU MOST DISLIKE? disrespect. lies.

WHAT DO YOU VALUE MOST IN YOUR FRIENDS? honesty. loyalty. integrity.

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE? without regrets.

IF YOU WERE TO DIE AND COME BACK AS A PERSON OR AN ANIMAL, WHAT DO YOU THINK IT WOULD BE?

IF YOU COULD CHOOSE AN OBJECT TO COME BACK AS, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE? a pencil.

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO (WORDS YOU LIVE BY OR THAT MEAN A LOT TO YOU)?

WHO HAS BEEN THE GREATEST INFLUENCE ON YOU? my dad. taught me not through words, but through actions.
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