Every Christmas, I anticipate the day I'd first hear Last Christmas play for the first time. I love to joke that it is the sign that the yuletide season is here.
I forget which day I heard it this year, but I do know that I've heard it so many times already and each time, I never fail to point up--as in the air and say out loud (assuming I am not by myself) Christmas song, christmas song! with a giant smile.
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It is unbelievable how much this song, at this time really perks me up :D
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I've had a conversation about favorite Christmas songs and I realised that I was the only one who picked pop songs!
I love All I want for Christmas is You by Mariah and My Only Wish by Britney (no kidding!).
I try to think of songs that really make me feel the festive season, but apart from church songs, there isn't really one that stands out.
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Santa can you hear me?
Monday, December 19, 2011
savior
As I was thinking of my favorite things this year, I was if-y about one shoe. I mean, it was not a favorite because I didn't really wear it much, but I thought it deserves a special mention. It is interesting how this would not be the first pair you think of when deciding what to wear. Then when you step into your shoes--the one you picked, sometimes you realise that it doesn't work. So you go through other pairs that you have until you find something that would--or you change clothes.
Thrice this year, this pair saved me. So while this is not an everyday pair, I think it was well worth getting. Thank you to my best friend who argued that it will come handy when I said I didn't need new shoes.
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I actually got this last year, when my best friend was still based in Manila.
For the heck of it, I'd wear this the next time I meet up with her.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
heartache and lace
You won't believe just how much heartache a certain skirt had caused me.
First off, I had been eyeing it for a long time. Well, what seemed to be a long time. Okay, three months. Max four. I was sure it would eventually go on sale as most items from the online store. NEVER HAPPENED. It is still selling at full price! What triggered the purchase was that it went out of stock (as in someone put it in the shopping basket effectively reserving the item for a few hours) while I was looking. And as any person fearing a loss, I bought it the next time I saw it available (perhaps the person who put it in the basket had better self control and decided to give way).
Second, it was delivered late! I was almost sure that it got lost in the mail and the store would need to resend another piece!
Third, it wasn't what I expected. I hoped for better lining material.
Fourth and perhaps worse of all, was hideous when I tried it on! I have no delusions that it would look better on me than the model with legs up to her armpits, but really, it was depressingly ugly :(
It is is not just the length, that was just one of the issues. It was fitting around the hips, but loose around the bum and thigh areas and tapered at an awkward angle midway through the calves.
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I set it aside for a couple of weeks. I really didn't want to deal with the disappointment.
I needed time.
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Last night, despite my body (from yoga, not the skirt) and head (from too much reading, not the skirt) aches, with Empire State OST on the background I fitted, pinned, stitched--basically, prepped the skirt for an aesthetic operation.
It was a simple adjustment, especially if you take into consideration how much work I put adjusting jumpsuits! I am quite pleased with the finished product too! It suddenly looks like how an envisioned it to look--on me.
I didn't even need to adjust the length.
Well, maybe not quite with the lining. But such is life, we need to accept things that we cannot change :)
First off, I had been eyeing it for a long time. Well, what seemed to be a long time. Okay, three months. Max four. I was sure it would eventually go on sale as most items from the online store. NEVER HAPPENED. It is still selling at full price! What triggered the purchase was that it went out of stock (as in someone put it in the shopping basket effectively reserving the item for a few hours) while I was looking. And as any person fearing a loss, I bought it the next time I saw it available (perhaps the person who put it in the basket had better self control and decided to give way).
Second, it was delivered late! I was almost sure that it got lost in the mail and the store would need to resend another piece!
Third, it wasn't what I expected. I hoped for better lining material.
Fourth and perhaps worse of all, was hideous when I tried it on! I have no delusions that it would look better on me than the model with legs up to her armpits, but really, it was depressingly ugly :(
It is is not just the length, that was just one of the issues. It was fitting around the hips, but loose around the bum and thigh areas and tapered at an awkward angle midway through the calves.
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I set it aside for a couple of weeks. I really didn't want to deal with the disappointment.
I needed time.
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Last night, despite my body (from yoga, not the skirt) and head (from too much reading, not the skirt) aches, with Empire State OST on the background I fitted, pinned, stitched--basically, prepped the skirt for an aesthetic operation.
It was a simple adjustment, especially if you take into consideration how much work I put adjusting jumpsuits! I am quite pleased with the finished product too! It suddenly looks like how an envisioned it to look--on me. I didn't even need to adjust the length.
Well, maybe not quite with the lining. But such is life, we need to accept things that we cannot change :)
Monday, December 12, 2011
SWAP (right now) Thank You Very Much
A package came for me yesterday. A present, actually :)
I am not allowed to open it till the 16th (but I am sure I will love it!), I could however, take out the gift box from the delivery box and well, read the card.
Even in a foreign language, I was able to make out what it says. But I could never make out who Alexandre is!
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Rhea, in case you were wondering, I do know who sent it to me :-p
I am not allowed to open it till the 16th (but I am sure I will love it!), I could however, take out the gift box from the delivery box and well, read the card.
Even in a foreign language, I was able to make out what it says. But I could never make out who Alexandre is!----
Rhea, in case you were wondering, I do know who sent it to me :-p
(kiko) matching
Colour blocking my way to match Dunkin' Donuts had been my thing for a while now. Well, not only Dunkin' Donuts but also sapin sapin, tulip beds and koi fish paintings....
Sunday was no exception. The minute I got into the public bus, I realised that I matched the upholstery (with my bag following the pattern on the seat, only embossed rather than printed!) and the poles.
Sunday was no exception. The minute I got into the public bus, I realised that I matched the upholstery (with my bag following the pattern on the seat, only embossed rather than printed!) and the poles.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
favorite guy
I was starstruck. I walked into the mall and saw my favorite Gingy :)
Seeing Gingy made my day--weekend!
I practically spent the rest of Saturday gushing over him and occasionally saying "Not the buttons".
I thought our picture is perfect as a Christmas card. Sooooo, here is my advanced...
Seeing Gingy made my day--weekend!
I practically spent the rest of Saturday gushing over him and occasionally saying "Not the buttons".
I thought our picture is perfect as a Christmas card. Sooooo, here is my advanced...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
with love from Tracy & Gingy :)
Monday, November 14, 2011
cutest cafe latte ever
Imagine how delighted I was when this was served to me! I don't normally take photos of food, but this one... this one, I just couldn't resist :)
Sunday, November 13, 2011
orange you glad....
So this is project number three. Not much diffrence from the first one that I made... except for two things.
1. It is an actual wrap skirt--with a waist band that ties at the back
2. It is reversible
It is a boring gray, first and foremost.
But when you look closer, it is orange underneath. Some orange peeps through--if you like, along the curve.
I'm a bit disappointed with the curve on this though... this is lesson learnt for me, SPENDING TIME ON SEWING PAYS!
I will keep that in mind when I do my next projects. I don't want great cloth to go to waste!
Now, the fun part!
O R A N G E
In your face too.
I figured, the only way I could possibly wear this color was if It was not too close to to my face (as I have glare issues) and if it is dramatically toned down by a boring gray--something more... me.
1. It is an actual wrap skirt--with a waist band that ties at the back
2. It is reversible
It is a boring gray, first and foremost.
But when you look closer, it is orange underneath. Some orange peeps through--if you like, along the curve.I'm a bit disappointed with the curve on this though... this is lesson learnt for me, SPENDING TIME ON SEWING PAYS!
I will keep that in mind when I do my next projects. I don't want great cloth to go to waste!
Now, the fun part!
O R A N G E
In your face too.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
pink(y) poppy(ng)
I made this last week but only managed to wear it today because there were too many tailors' chalk markings so I had to have it washed.
I thought it was too pink, it is odd that wearing it with burgundy--which is, well on that color palette too made it seem less candle-bubble-gum-ish.
I had been exchanging a lot of cloth emails with my Mom the past few days, I think that she is as excited as I am with these projects.
Wearing this skirt today gave me the boost I needed, being woken up by a call from the person I'm with, asking if I had made it to my lunch appointment with a good friend--at noon!
Obviously, I had to call to advise my friend and ask her if we could move lunch by 30-40 minutes.
I was ready in 20 minutes! Of course that left me breathless and by the time I got to the resto, I needed to sit still for a while.
The good news was that I made it within 40 minutes--and that my friend was very understanding.
Even then, I feel real bad about this :(
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I thought I should end with something positive.
Lunch was really good, and with excellent company too :)
I thought it was too pink, it is odd that wearing it with burgundy--which is, well on that color palette too made it seem less candle-bubble-gum-ish.
Wearing this skirt today gave me the boost I needed, being woken up by a call from the person I'm with, asking if I had made it to my lunch appointment with a good friend--at noon!
Obviously, I had to call to advise my friend and ask her if we could move lunch by 30-40 minutes.
I was ready in 20 minutes! Of course that left me breathless and by the time I got to the resto, I needed to sit still for a while.
The good news was that I made it within 40 minutes--and that my friend was very understanding.
Even then, I feel real bad about this :(
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I thought I should end with something positive.
Lunch was really good, and with excellent company too :)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
mello yello
It had been a very long time since I sew anything from scratch. When my mom came over to visit bringing a small trolley filled with jersey fabric, I knew the universe was telling me that it was time to pick up the hobby again.
I could not count the times I had the idea to sew something, but because I hardly go to the fabric store, I end up just forgetting about it.
Luckily, the inspiration to come up with something yellow--and in jersey, came almost as soon as I saw my stash.
Today, the insipration materialised :)
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I woke up knowing that today was THE day. No surprises when I ended up wearing it this afternoon! I was just too excited.
I initially intendended to do a royal blue and yellow colour blocking. And I was almost ready to go when I thought "Snow White!". I was not about to go out wearing that--not this close to Halloween, at least.
So I opted to go as a hard boiled egg yolk. When overcooked. Gray and yellow.
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On our way home, the person I'm with said "Wow. Your skirt is quite bright in the dark". Yes. It might as well be, the light that led us home.
I could not count the times I had the idea to sew something, but because I hardly go to the fabric store, I end up just forgetting about it.
Luckily, the inspiration to come up with something yellow--and in jersey, came almost as soon as I saw my stash.
Today, the insipration materialised :)
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I woke up knowing that today was THE day. No surprises when I ended up wearing it this afternoon! I was just too excited.
So I opted to go as a hard boiled egg yolk. When overcooked. Gray and yellow.
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On our way home, the person I'm with said "Wow. Your skirt is quite bright in the dark". Yes. It might as well be, the light that led us home.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
have
As I walked to my workplace, pondering about the changes in my life--and self this year, a lady walks into my line of vision.
And upon "coming back to earth", I found myself staring at the tattoo on her nape.
It read: FAITH
And upon "coming back to earth", I found myself staring at the tattoo on her nape.
It read: FAITH
something is not the same
Lately I had been feeling restless about work.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. And maybe that is the problem. Because of this, I am sometimes reluctant about change.
I had an offer come up last month, and once upon a time, I would have jumped at the change. This time however, after much thought, I turned it down. Something did not feel right. I know one thing, I should trust my gut. And I did.
Weeks down the road more changes came, changes that I was not jumping up and down about. But such is life. I recognise that. And while it got be down, bouncing back after a day or two just came naturally.
There had been more and more breaking news.
And today’s was… well, the big one.
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Now that I had a chance to mull over it on my hour long journey to work, I think this.
I had been ignoring something that my heart, mind, gut had been screaming about for weeks. Months—even before the series of incidents sort of shook me.
And maybe it is because of the fondness that I have for what I do now. I don’t know if I could say love. Really. Loving something means never really feeling the need to distance yourself or move away. So maybe it is fondness.
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I was interviewed for the company newsletter just last week and I was quoted saying that what I do comes naturally to me and maybe that is why I love my job. Or the other way around.
Maybe it was also the reason why I stay.
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Something is coming up next week. Actually, someone is coming next week. We’ll see how things go.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. And maybe that is the problem. Because of this, I am sometimes reluctant about change.
I had an offer come up last month, and once upon a time, I would have jumped at the change. This time however, after much thought, I turned it down. Something did not feel right. I know one thing, I should trust my gut. And I did.
Weeks down the road more changes came, changes that I was not jumping up and down about. But such is life. I recognise that. And while it got be down, bouncing back after a day or two just came naturally.
There had been more and more breaking news.
And today’s was… well, the big one.
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Now that I had a chance to mull over it on my hour long journey to work, I think this.
I had been ignoring something that my heart, mind, gut had been screaming about for weeks. Months—even before the series of incidents sort of shook me.
And maybe it is because of the fondness that I have for what I do now. I don’t know if I could say love. Really. Loving something means never really feeling the need to distance yourself or move away. So maybe it is fondness.
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I was interviewed for the company newsletter just last week and I was quoted saying that what I do comes naturally to me and maybe that is why I love my job. Or the other way around.
Maybe it was also the reason why I stay.
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Something is coming up next week. Actually, someone is coming next week. We’ll see how things go.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
tomato thing
I have a love-hate relationship with the tomato.
I love it as pasta sauce, that is my preference.
It is wonderful sun dried!
I even like tomato flavouring, think ketchup (catsup) fries ;)
It becomes tricky when it's fresh.
I can eat a giant bowl of fresh ones when chopped and flavoured with salt or fish sauce.
It is great with mashed salted egg. Or any dried fish.
And what about cheese? These are great with a HUGE variety of cheese. I especially like it with soft ones. Mozzarella. Goat's cheese. Ahhhh.
Let us not forget ensalada or salsa.
I don't mind TONS of it in corned beef omelets too!
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What I don't understand is why I can't seem to eat (as in abhor) when served quartered with a salad or as a thick slice in a sandwich.
Tomato chopped, yes. Tomato quartered or sliced, no.
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Which reminds me of other thing. Things that I don't mind--or even welcome in small doses, but seem sickening when shoved to your face.
Like Groupon emails.
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Raisins in savoury food... that is a discussion for another day.
I love it as pasta sauce, that is my preference.
It is wonderful sun dried!
I even like tomato flavouring, think ketchup (catsup) fries ;)
It becomes tricky when it's fresh.
I can eat a giant bowl of fresh ones when chopped and flavoured with salt or fish sauce.
It is great with mashed salted egg. Or any dried fish.
And what about cheese? These are great with a HUGE variety of cheese. I especially like it with soft ones. Mozzarella. Goat's cheese. Ahhhh.
Let us not forget ensalada or salsa.
I don't mind TONS of it in corned beef omelets too!
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What I don't understand is why I can't seem to eat (as in abhor) when served quartered with a salad or as a thick slice in a sandwich.
Tomato chopped, yes. Tomato quartered or sliced, no.
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Which reminds me of other thing. Things that I don't mind--or even welcome in small doses, but seem sickening when shoved to your face.
Like Groupon emails.
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Raisins in savoury food... that is a discussion for another day.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
like the movies
I'm not sure if it has something to do with the cycle or the moon, but today I felt lonely.
Not the hysterical-crying-while-sliding-down-the-wall-with-mouth-open but the calm loneliness you see in movies, when the protagonist makes tea, sits for a while in a bathrobe, both hands on the mug. No tea cups. Mug.
Only there was no tea.
I was not even at the kitchen.
I was just on my bed. Thinking. About nothing in particular. Just breathing. Eyes closed. Relaxing my body. Feeling.
Maybe I meditated too.
At the end, There was no grand discovery. I still don't know why I felt that way.
I said a short prayer of thanks, to remind myself how blessed I am. And to keep my promise to myself that I will always be grateful for things that I could easily take for granted.
Not the hysterical-crying-while-sliding-down-the-wall-with-mouth-open but the calm loneliness you see in movies, when the protagonist makes tea, sits for a while in a bathrobe, both hands on the mug. No tea cups. Mug.
Only there was no tea.
I was not even at the kitchen.
I was just on my bed. Thinking. About nothing in particular. Just breathing. Eyes closed. Relaxing my body. Feeling.
Maybe I meditated too.
At the end, There was no grand discovery. I still don't know why I felt that way.
I said a short prayer of thanks, to remind myself how blessed I am. And to keep my promise to myself that I will always be grateful for things that I could easily take for granted.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
oh crab!
Whenever someone comes to visit--whether someone who had been here before or not, I'd take them to any one of the three popular seafood restaurants to eat chilli crab, black (or white) pepper crab and cereal prawn.
I love all three. Really. That every time we go, I find myself quite excited too.
In fact, there would be days when the person I'm with and I would just head out and give into (my) cravings :)
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Just lately though, something changed.
The last four times that I've been, I didn't feel satisfied. At all. It was like I was going through the motions of having a supposed hearty meal.
Obviously, I get stuffed. But that would be as far as I could say.
In my head, there was no "That was really, really good food!!!", it was more like (shrug) "Errrr, okay.".
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IT GOT OLD.
It feels exactly like that.
I hope this is just a phase. Though I have a sinking feeling it isn't.
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A friend is coming on Friday and reservations had been made, only, just the thought of going sort of... well, makes me feel like throwing up.
For real.
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:(
I love all three. Really. That every time we go, I find myself quite excited too.
In fact, there would be days when the person I'm with and I would just head out and give into (my) cravings :)
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Just lately though, something changed.
The last four times that I've been, I didn't feel satisfied. At all. It was like I was going through the motions of having a supposed hearty meal.
Obviously, I get stuffed. But that would be as far as I could say.
In my head, there was no "That was really, really good food!!!", it was more like (shrug) "Errrr, okay.".
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IT GOT OLD.
It feels exactly like that.
I hope this is just a phase. Though I have a sinking feeling it isn't.
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A friend is coming on Friday and reservations had been made, only, just the thought of going sort of... well, makes me feel like throwing up.
For real.
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:(
Saturday, October 15, 2011
maybe this time...
Today, I rummaged through my clothes-I-no-longer-wear-but-want-to-keep stash and actually took out 15 pieces :)
I gave them away. That is today's first good news.
Second, I found a skirt from the nineties that I loved--and still love, from the stash. And... it fit again!
(Surprisingly--despite the fact that I had been binge eating the past three days. And that I had a buffet dinner yesterday. I do know that if I keep on this, in less than a week's time, the skirt will be back in the stash.)
I did notice a hole near the pocket of the skirt upon inspection, the lining was in tact though.
So that brought about the third good news. I did some slight sewing today :)
Wohoooo!
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I admit it took me more time to set up my machine than do the mending, but it felt good. It felt right.
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It had been a while since I put out my sewing machine. And while I constantly think about sewing I find myself procrastinating. I even sold out and had a couple of pants shortened by a professional. Even if things like these cost more than the taxes on the items where I live.
Yes. Really.
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I realised how much I really enjoy sewing.
I honestly don't know where to begin (again), but I know that next time something needs altering, I won't we paying professional fees.
I gave them away. That is today's first good news.
Second, I found a skirt from the nineties that I loved--and still love, from the stash. And... it fit again!
(Surprisingly--despite the fact that I had been binge eating the past three days. And that I had a buffet dinner yesterday. I do know that if I keep on this, in less than a week's time, the skirt will be back in the stash.)
I did notice a hole near the pocket of the skirt upon inspection, the lining was in tact though.
So that brought about the third good news. I did some slight sewing today :)
Wohoooo!
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I admit it took me more time to set up my machine than do the mending, but it felt good. It felt right.
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It had been a while since I put out my sewing machine. And while I constantly think about sewing I find myself procrastinating. I even sold out and had a couple of pants shortened by a professional. Even if things like these cost more than the taxes on the items where I live.
Yes. Really.
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I realised how much I really enjoy sewing.
I honestly don't know where to begin (again), but I know that next time something needs altering, I won't we paying professional fees.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
"johnny"
You never asked, so I kept my mouth shut. Because maybe, I didn't want you to feel that I was defensive. I guess instead, you felt that I was indifferent.
Which is usually how I am.
But not with you.
Never with you.
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"Could not help myself" meant that I chose to do as I pleased. It was not reflective of any fondness, or the level of like for someone--only me, wanting to do something. Without thinking.
"Had to do" meant that it seemed like the (theoretically) right thing to do. So I can tell myself that I did what I should do.
"Makes me scared" meant well, what it meant. Only, it was about you. Always you. I didn't feel the need to correct you. (description #1 stands!)
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Why am I writing? Because I heard that song today and thought about 'then' :)
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Rhea, before you ask... Johnny is an arbitrary name. I had never had a person called Johnny in my life. Similar names, yes. Full match, none.
Maybe not so random.
It means something that can be understood by the person in this post.
Which is usually how I am.
But not with you.
Never with you.
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"Could not help myself" meant that I chose to do as I pleased. It was not reflective of any fondness, or the level of like for someone--only me, wanting to do something. Without thinking.
"Had to do" meant that it seemed like the (theoretically) right thing to do. So I can tell myself that I did what I should do.
"Makes me scared" meant well, what it meant. Only, it was about you. Always you. I didn't feel the need to correct you. (description #1 stands!)
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Why am I writing? Because I heard that song today and thought about 'then' :)
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Rhea, before you ask... Johnny is an arbitrary name. I had never had a person called Johnny in my life. Similar names, yes. Full match, none.
Maybe not so random.
It means something that can be understood by the person in this post.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
"relics"
It is always funny when you get the lyrics wrong and think "omg, that doesn't make any sense at all!".
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When I was a kid, everytime I heard Hall and Oates' Every Time You Go Away, I'd feel sad. Well, it is a heartfelt song, really so I bet that was really what they were going for.
I'd sing the whole song too, somehow, I had memorised it--in the words that I thought the lyrics to be.
It would start with a..."If we can't solve any problems... Why do we lose so many tears..."
Then I'd get excited and belting the part "...going on and on and on".
Then, I'd sing the chorus tenderly (as tender as someone with a voice like mine could!)
Nagbaon? :-)
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Translation:
Nag = a prefix to denote doing
Baon = packed food
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It is quite fitting. Me, thinking that if you leave, you better bring something to eat, it would be horrible--and acceptable to go hungry! ;)
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Camille, it you are reading this, sorry for what I'm about to write.
I remember you saying that you once thought Karma Chameleon was actually "Karma CAMILLE AH" :-)
That's kinda cute too!
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(I hope you clap your hands)
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When I was a kid, everytime I heard Hall and Oates' Every Time You Go Away, I'd feel sad. Well, it is a heartfelt song, really so I bet that was really what they were going for.
I'd sing the whole song too, somehow, I had memorised it--in the words that I thought the lyrics to be.
It would start with a..."If we can't solve any problems... Why do we lose so many tears..."
Then I'd get excited and belting the part "...going on and on and on".
Then, I'd sing the chorus tenderly (as tender as someone with a voice like mine could!)
Every time you go away, you take a piece of MEAT with you....
Nagbaon? :-)
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Translation:
Nag = a prefix to denote doing
Baon = packed food
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It is quite fitting. Me, thinking that if you leave, you better bring something to eat, it would be horrible--and acceptable to go hungry! ;)
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Camille, it you are reading this, sorry for what I'm about to write.
I remember you saying that you once thought Karma Chameleon was actually "Karma CAMILLE AH" :-)
That's kinda cute too!
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(I hope you clap your hands)
Thursday, September 15, 2011
brace(let) yourself
Today, I thought I'd wear a couple of bracelets. I really haven't worn any for a while.
By lunch time, I had regretted doing so as the charm attached to one kept getting in the way.
Luckily, I was not chairing any meeting today. In fact, it was a blessing that all my meetings were conference calls. It would have been horribly annoying.
I decided to suck it--meaning, endure the pain. For some reason, I am not very comfortable taking accessories off, setting them aside and putting them back on after a task.
Like rings. I wash my hand wearing them. On days that I do, wear a ring or rings.
My watch. My watch especially. It remains around my wrist. All day.
So it was settled.
Bracelets were staying.
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As I adjusted the troublesome charm, I realised that both bracelets I had on were gifts. And from the same person too.
The same person who spammed today.
And by spam, I don't mean someone sending an email that I don't care to read. Instead, someone framed by some malicious email application to make it appear that I was actually receiving a legitimate email from a person known to me.
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Maybe I should send my regards.
By lunch time, I had regretted doing so as the charm attached to one kept getting in the way.
Luckily, I was not chairing any meeting today. In fact, it was a blessing that all my meetings were conference calls. It would have been horribly annoying.
I decided to suck it--meaning, endure the pain. For some reason, I am not very comfortable taking accessories off, setting them aside and putting them back on after a task.
Like rings. I wash my hand wearing them. On days that I do, wear a ring or rings.
My watch. My watch especially. It remains around my wrist. All day.
So it was settled.
Bracelets were staying.
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As I adjusted the troublesome charm, I realised that both bracelets I had on were gifts. And from the same person too.
The same person who spammed today.
And by spam, I don't mean someone sending an email that I don't care to read. Instead, someone framed by some malicious email application to make it appear that I was actually receiving a legitimate email from a person known to me.
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Maybe I should send my regards.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
guardian
I saw this online and I thought it was really cute.
It reminded me of my doll. The one that scares the living. I don't know about monsters and the dead. I refuse to think about it! LOL.
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I thought I'd share the photo with my Mom, so I sent her an email saying...
The next thing I knew, I was reading a loooooooooong email from my Mom about being shocked that I was a very scared child and feeling guilty that she didn't realise that I was seeking protection from a toy. She even went as far as saying, she should have asked me to sleep in their room.
Great. While trying to be cute, I managed to stress my Mom out!
I quickly explained that it was meant as a joke and that I was never scared of monsters coming for me at night.
I was tempted to add that I was sometimes scared as a grown up--especially a few weeks after watching Sixth Sense and driving home that night I saw White Noise, but decided against it. I didn't want her to feel like she was oblivious to my supposed needs. Plus of course, I'd be just teasing.
My mom replied that she initially thought it was a joke, but somewhat wondered if I was revealing a childhood fear.
I can imagine that as a Mom you should be ready for anything. Ready to listen to a child, no matter how seemingly silly her issue is.
At this age, my Mom still feel perhaps like I am that small child who can't sleep without her doll.
You know what? Maybe I still am :)
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(I'd post the source as a comment as soon as I am able to make out what it is.)
It reminded me of my doll. The one that scares the living. I don't know about monsters and the dead. I refuse to think about it! LOL.---
I thought I'd share the photo with my Mom, so I sent her an email saying...
Hey Mom, I thought I'd sent you this so you'll understand why I love (my doll's name) so much :)
The next thing I knew, I was reading a loooooooooong email from my Mom about being shocked that I was a very scared child and feeling guilty that she didn't realise that I was seeking protection from a toy. She even went as far as saying, she should have asked me to sleep in their room.
Great. While trying to be cute, I managed to stress my Mom out!
I quickly explained that it was meant as a joke and that I was never scared of monsters coming for me at night.
I was tempted to add that I was sometimes scared as a grown up--especially a few weeks after watching Sixth Sense and driving home that night I saw White Noise, but decided against it. I didn't want her to feel like she was oblivious to my supposed needs. Plus of course, I'd be just teasing.
My mom replied that she initially thought it was a joke, but somewhat wondered if I was revealing a childhood fear.
I can imagine that as a Mom you should be ready for anything. Ready to listen to a child, no matter how seemingly silly her issue is.
At this age, my Mom still feel perhaps like I am that small child who can't sleep without her doll.
You know what? Maybe I still am :)
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(I'd post the source as a comment as soon as I am able to make out what it is.)
Monday, September 12, 2011
our daily "braid"
When I was a kid, I learnt how to braid my hair one summer.
The concept is easy to understand, divide the hair into three sections and alternate moving the leftmost and rightmost chunks of hair to the middle, taking the place of the center section. French braiding added a step, which was securing a "row" of hair from the side and incorporating that into the chunk of hair you are about to set as the center section.
No idea if that made sense to anyone but me.
Braiding our household help's hair was easy enough, but braiding my own hair was a completely different story!
As the french braiding starts on top of my head, my arms would hurt so much not even halfway through!
Long story short, by the time it was time to go back to school, I've gotten the knack of french braiding!
Only--I got tired of it too. I don't think I ever went anywhere with my hair braided.
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And now, guess what? French braids had become quite the trend again!
One would think that I'd jump at the chance to do my hair. Wrong. So wrong.
(For some reason, I can't stop thinking "conehead" whenever I braid my hair!)
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I did however, started going to yoga class with my hair in a fench braid to keep my hair away from my face--which was genius! You won't believe how well it secures my fringe. No more pushing loose hair away! :)
I wish I had though about it a long time ago--not to be trendy or anything, but only to be able to focus more on my alignment and less on my tresses.
The concept is easy to understand, divide the hair into three sections and alternate moving the leftmost and rightmost chunks of hair to the middle, taking the place of the center section. French braiding added a step, which was securing a "row" of hair from the side and incorporating that into the chunk of hair you are about to set as the center section.
No idea if that made sense to anyone but me.
Braiding our household help's hair was easy enough, but braiding my own hair was a completely different story!
As the french braiding starts on top of my head, my arms would hurt so much not even halfway through!
Long story short, by the time it was time to go back to school, I've gotten the knack of french braiding!
Only--I got tired of it too. I don't think I ever went anywhere with my hair braided.
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And now, guess what? French braids had become quite the trend again!
One would think that I'd jump at the chance to do my hair. Wrong. So wrong.
(For some reason, I can't stop thinking "conehead" whenever I braid my hair!)
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I did however, started going to yoga class with my hair in a fench braid to keep my hair away from my face--which was genius! You won't believe how well it secures my fringe. No more pushing loose hair away! :)
I wish I had though about it a long time ago--not to be trendy or anything, but only to be able to focus more on my alignment and less on my tresses.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
invisible
Today, I'd write about invisibility.
I know a good man who would always joke that he is invisible, I think he does it only because he likes the song. In reality, he probably knows that he is seen, maybe not by as much as one would see someone flashy, but those who see him recognises such marvel.
I took the first photos not knowing what was there.
When it dawned on me what was there... I realised how lucky I am to have made the discovery ;)
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It is amazing how translucent and seemingly colorless the dragonfly is--for me, that is what makes it outstanding.
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It seems odd to some people how I decide on things, or how I choose to see things. I think that I may sometimes--maybe often, take the expression "live simply" quite literally.
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In this context, I may be taking SIMPLE and BASIC as synonyms.
I'd be one who would pick a white shirt from a pile of clothes. I think there is no better drink than water. Vanilla ice cream is quite, the bomb. Sugar and milk kill the tea. Salt is the only thing that a steak needs.
I know a good man who would always joke that he is invisible, I think he does it only because he likes the song. In reality, he probably knows that he is seen, maybe not by as much as one would see someone flashy, but those who see him recognises such marvel.
I took the first photos not knowing what was there.When it dawned on me what was there... I realised how lucky I am to have made the discovery ;)
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It is amazing how translucent and seemingly colorless the dragonfly is--for me, that is what makes it outstanding.
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It seems odd to some people how I decide on things, or how I choose to see things. I think that I may sometimes--maybe often, take the expression "live simply" quite literally.
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In this context, I may be taking SIMPLE and BASIC as synonyms.
I'd be one who would pick a white shirt from a pile of clothes. I think there is no better drink than water. Vanilla ice cream is quite, the bomb. Sugar and milk kill the tea. Salt is the only thing that a steak needs.
Boston Guy
As a new chapter had begun, I thought it is an opportune time to write about...Boston Guy.
Who is BG?
He is a Mr. Wrong who comes into your life at the "perfect" time.
Don't get me wrong, it isn't that he is horrible. In fact, chances are he is quite likable, maybe funny or charming even. He is someone you could...stand. And stand to spend time with. A lot of time with, even.
Only, he isn't the one for you. And you know it. Fair enough, maybe not immediately. But in any case, at some point, you knew. And sort of, well... ignore the fact.
You can even make excuses and silly statements like "We have a connection. Really. REALLY" talking to yourself.
Your friends don't like him for trivial reasons. And strangely, you understand why.
And because he isn't the one, after a few weeks, your brain will just refuse to dumb itself any longer. You physically and emotionally, will not be able fake it anymore.
Then, it's over. Just like that.
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BG being an okay guy won't be crushed. In fact, he probably knew all along what was happening and was just too happy to be part of something seemingly of his interest. You. Dating you.
Dating.
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Later, you'd realise who BG really was for you.
In hindsight, it would appear that BG really is, at a critical moment, a (destined) much needed...distraction.
Maybe to tide you through a rough patch, restlessness or even, boredom.
The latter sounds bad. Demonic.
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Why Boston? I'm not saying.
I do know a pretty girl who'd probably be nodding, smiling and shaking her head as she reads this though.
Oh and BG doesn't have to be from--or even, had been to Boston.
Who is BG?
He is a Mr. Wrong who comes into your life at the "perfect" time.
Don't get me wrong, it isn't that he is horrible. In fact, chances are he is quite likable, maybe funny or charming even. He is someone you could...stand. And stand to spend time with. A lot of time with, even.
Only, he isn't the one for you. And you know it. Fair enough, maybe not immediately. But in any case, at some point, you knew. And sort of, well... ignore the fact.
You can even make excuses and silly statements like "We have a connection. Really. REALLY" talking to yourself.
Your friends don't like him for trivial reasons. And strangely, you understand why.
And because he isn't the one, after a few weeks, your brain will just refuse to dumb itself any longer. You physically and emotionally, will not be able fake it anymore.
Then, it's over. Just like that.
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BG being an okay guy won't be crushed. In fact, he probably knew all along what was happening and was just too happy to be part of something seemingly of his interest. You. Dating you.
Dating.
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Later, you'd realise who BG really was for you.
In hindsight, it would appear that BG really is, at a critical moment, a (destined) much needed...distraction.
Maybe to tide you through a rough patch, restlessness or even, boredom.
The latter sounds bad. Demonic.
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Why Boston? I'm not saying.
I do know a pretty girl who'd probably be nodding, smiling and shaking her head as she reads this though.
Oh and BG doesn't have to be from--or even, had been to Boston.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
surprise (me)
It comes easily what to get my brother for his birthday and Christmas--or any other occasion. Somehow, I get what he likes.
Getting the right size though had always been tricky.
Throughout the years specific brands had adjusted how clothes fit, not to mention that clothes today are not cut the same way they were the last decade.
Retailers are more flexible now too. There is no issue at all swapping sizes as long as it is done within a certain number of days, the tags are intact and you have the receipt.
Yesterday, I went to the store, browsed and decided on what to get. I asked the seemingly-uninterested-to-help sales person to get me a new stock--those that people had not tried on.
It took a very loooooong time. And finally he walked lazily towards me and handed me the item.
I go to the cashier and paid for it, telling the cashier that I may need to swap sizes because it is a gift. He reminded me of their policy and then I was off.
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When I saw my brother, I gave my present to him.
I was quite excited too because I love it when people like what I get them.
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My brother said thank you and that it came at the right time because he can bring it with him when he goes off on a trip in a few days--this was before he opened it.
(I think he did good guess work on what was inside.)
When he opened it, and put it out...
SURPRISE!
It was a (hideous) sleeveless top!
He must have figured out that the (lazy) sales person got it wrong because he started laughing.
When I was able to recover, I told him I will go back to the store the next day and get him what I really intended what to get him.
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If you know my brother, you won't be surprised on what he did next.
He tried on the (hideous) top and said "This is perfect", laughing the whole time.
Getting the right size though had always been tricky.
Throughout the years specific brands had adjusted how clothes fit, not to mention that clothes today are not cut the same way they were the last decade.
Retailers are more flexible now too. There is no issue at all swapping sizes as long as it is done within a certain number of days, the tags are intact and you have the receipt.
Yesterday, I went to the store, browsed and decided on what to get. I asked the seemingly-uninterested-to-help sales person to get me a new stock--those that people had not tried on.
It took a very loooooong time. And finally he walked lazily towards me and handed me the item.
I go to the cashier and paid for it, telling the cashier that I may need to swap sizes because it is a gift. He reminded me of their policy and then I was off.
---
When I saw my brother, I gave my present to him.
I was quite excited too because I love it when people like what I get them.
---
My brother said thank you and that it came at the right time because he can bring it with him when he goes off on a trip in a few days--this was before he opened it.
(I think he did good guess work on what was inside.)
When he opened it, and put it out...
SURPRISE!
It was a (hideous) sleeveless top!
He must have figured out that the (lazy) sales person got it wrong because he started laughing.
When I was able to recover, I told him I will go back to the store the next day and get him what I really intended what to get him.
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If you know my brother, you won't be surprised on what he did next.
He tried on the (hideous) top and said "This is perfect", laughing the whole time.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Golden
As I was making myself a nutella sandwich--yes, at midnight after I gave my all attending a Bikram class despite my recovering left glut. No judgement ;)
Back to my story.
I was making a sandwich when I noticed a golden cup--tumbler.
It was one of a pair. From what I know, the other had been, well... throw away years before. After intensive use, if it is any consolation.
This set was, when I think about now--maybe some sort of beginning.
In fact, if a book is to be written, two chapters will mention the cups. And, one chapter will start--or end with one of the cups.
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I never really used mine, that's why it still looks new. And also came as a surprise that it is suddenly just THERE.
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I am suddenly reminded of an old poem I once had to memorise...
Drink to me with thine eyes,
And (I forget this part)
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
If you want to know, for no other reason but the cup reference :)
Back to my story.
I was making a sandwich when I noticed a golden cup--tumbler.
It was one of a pair. From what I know, the other had been, well... throw away years before. After intensive use, if it is any consolation.
This set was, when I think about now--maybe some sort of beginning.
In fact, if a book is to be written, two chapters will mention the cups. And, one chapter will start--or end with one of the cups.
---
I never really used mine, that's why it still looks new. And also came as a surprise that it is suddenly just THERE.
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I am suddenly reminded of an old poem I once had to memorise...
Drink to me with thine eyes,
And (I forget this part)
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
If you want to know, for no other reason but the cup reference :)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
when it rains
It was not too perfect waking up to find out that I had an "eyeless" zit on my chin. I'm not sure if people know what I mean by that--unless they've had one before. It is the seemingly invisible bump that hurts like crazy and takes a very long time to heal.
There are more important thing though, beyond clear skin. Like breakfast. Which was good. Mandarins, yogurt, bread and butter while chatting with my parents through Facetime--which is great. You won't imagine how much that saves overseas call fees!
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Fast forward to yoga class. Good class. A lot of stretching. Great set.
I was feeling really well until I got up from the last shavasana and realised that my left glut seemed strained. It was so painful that I limped the rest of the day.
Oh well, no pain, no gain.
I kept telling myself, it meant I did as much as I could....
If the pain doesn't go away till Monday, I'll have it checked.
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Then there was the lovely lunch :)
Then I spilt the soy sauce all over the fish.
Hello kidney stones.
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I was loking forward to the movie we were watching later that night. I had been waiting for months to see this flick.
As we were walking out to go the theatre, it suddenly poured! Really hard.
There was no escaping. We were at the middle of the intersection an any covered area was at least forty meters away.
We settled under a huge tree--which was not a lot of help.
I was offered a (clean) hanky, so I had some semblance of protection or shield--at least it kept the water off my eyes.
The cabs won't stop.
Calls to the cab companies went unanswered.
Thank God my drenched mobile survived the "storm".
Soaked, we decided to run back home for shelter.
The reality though, was I was not able to run. More, unwilling.
There was no way I could get more wet and I was not about to risk injuring myself if I slip. Remember the left glut?
Did I mention that the road back was at a good thirty degree incline?
We got home thirty minutes before the movie was starting.
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Made some calls.
Threw stuff into the dryer.
Took a scalding hot shower.
All in fifteen minutes.
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After that mad fifteen minutes, we were in a cab.
My clothes still damp.
In rubber flip flops.
And a dinner dress.
With dripping hair.
And a borrowed jacket--man's jacket.
Mustard dress. Silver flip flops. Black jacket.
I looked homeless.
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We were late.
We missed fifteen minutes--maybe ten.
I blame queuing for popcorn and soda.
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Wonderful movie!
Delicious dinner. Lovely dessert.
Good conversation over coffee (tea for me) afterwards.
Overall, enjoyable Saturday.
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On the way home, my dress strap broke.
Then, the person I was with, sneezed.
There are more important thing though, beyond clear skin. Like breakfast. Which was good. Mandarins, yogurt, bread and butter while chatting with my parents through Facetime--which is great. You won't imagine how much that saves overseas call fees!
---
Fast forward to yoga class. Good class. A lot of stretching. Great set.
I was feeling really well until I got up from the last shavasana and realised that my left glut seemed strained. It was so painful that I limped the rest of the day.
Oh well, no pain, no gain.
I kept telling myself, it meant I did as much as I could....
If the pain doesn't go away till Monday, I'll have it checked.
---
Then there was the lovely lunch :)
Then I spilt the soy sauce all over the fish.
Hello kidney stones.
---
I was loking forward to the movie we were watching later that night. I had been waiting for months to see this flick.
As we were walking out to go the theatre, it suddenly poured! Really hard.
There was no escaping. We were at the middle of the intersection an any covered area was at least forty meters away.
We settled under a huge tree--which was not a lot of help.
I was offered a (clean) hanky, so I had some semblance of protection or shield--at least it kept the water off my eyes.
The cabs won't stop.
Calls to the cab companies went unanswered.
Thank God my drenched mobile survived the "storm".
Soaked, we decided to run back home for shelter.
The reality though, was I was not able to run. More, unwilling.
There was no way I could get more wet and I was not about to risk injuring myself if I slip. Remember the left glut?
Did I mention that the road back was at a good thirty degree incline?
We got home thirty minutes before the movie was starting.
---
Made some calls.
Threw stuff into the dryer.
Took a scalding hot shower.
All in fifteen minutes.
---
After that mad fifteen minutes, we were in a cab.
My clothes still damp.
In rubber flip flops.
And a dinner dress.
With dripping hair.
And a borrowed jacket--man's jacket.
Mustard dress. Silver flip flops. Black jacket.
I looked homeless.
---
We were late.
We missed fifteen minutes--maybe ten.
I blame queuing for popcorn and soda.
---
Wonderful movie!
Delicious dinner. Lovely dessert.
Good conversation over coffee (tea for me) afterwards.
Overall, enjoyable Saturday.
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On the way home, my dress strap broke.
Then, the person I was with, sneezed.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
down time
Blogging for me had reached its all time low in August.
Lately, I find a lot of things to write about but somehow never find the time to actually do the entry.
For example, I had been dying to write about Sports Guy--I think he is someone who could get me into basketball stats.
Don't get me wrong, I like watching games and all but I can't really be bothered to much about the nitty gritty details. Really. I know. Unbelievable right? :-p
It is clear that this entry won't be that entry. Though it will not come as a shock it this actually, is it.
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I'm not sure this is about anything.
Lately, I find a lot of things to write about but somehow never find the time to actually do the entry.
For example, I had been dying to write about Sports Guy--I think he is someone who could get me into basketball stats.
Don't get me wrong, I like watching games and all but I can't really be bothered to much about the nitty gritty details. Really. I know. Unbelievable right? :-p
It is clear that this entry won't be that entry. Though it will not come as a shock it this actually, is it.
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I'm not sure this is about anything.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Top Coat
I recently bought two bottles of nail colour.
I was drawn to a certain "shatter" polish. Basically, you apply one coat and the polish sort of...cracks. Think errrr, drought.
Obviously, I needed something to apply as a base, otherwise it would look as if I just had my nails done a month ago and didn't bother to take them off.
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Toes are easy enough. But...
I must say that it is hard work painting nails, especially the right hand. I am no way ambidextrous--it seems.
My penmanship doesn't change so much using either hands--I had been told more than a few times that I write like a doctor, but painting my nails highlighted my left hand's short comings.
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I don't know it I'd ever be able to apply nail colour without my nails looking like I didn't do it myself.
Even with the shatter top coat.
Booo.
I was drawn to a certain "shatter" polish. Basically, you apply one coat and the polish sort of...cracks. Think errrr, drought.
Obviously, I needed something to apply as a base, otherwise it would look as if I just had my nails done a month ago and didn't bother to take them off.
----
Toes are easy enough. But...
I must say that it is hard work painting nails, especially the right hand. I am no way ambidextrous--it seems.
My penmanship doesn't change so much using either hands--I had been told more than a few times that I write like a doctor, but painting my nails highlighted my left hand's short comings.
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I don't know it I'd ever be able to apply nail colour without my nails looking like I didn't do it myself.
Even with the shatter top coat.
Booo.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
burst of colour
I was trying on a "look" this afternoon, so I had brought out a couple of pigments. A pigment is a...well, a highly pigmented loose powder that can be on the face and body.
I was done with the eyes and ready to do the rest of my face when I thought that I should close the pigment jars before I knock one over.
And i was doing just that, when my finger slipped.
And there was a loud gasp--accompanied by yellow smoke.
Then, everything...shimmered.
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I spent a good amount of time "fluffy brushing" everything.
My pillows, the jars, other brushes, my clothes, my hands (oh my hands!), my arms and legs even! Golden.
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Half the jar, gone :(
Not that I'd ever finish one jar. But there is comfort knowing that I can turn myself gold entirely, if I wanted to. Honestly, I think quarter if a jar will do. Still!
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I would never forget this day.
The day everything I was touching, turned gold.
King Midas?
I was done with the eyes and ready to do the rest of my face when I thought that I should close the pigment jars before I knock one over.
And i was doing just that, when my finger slipped.
And there was a loud gasp--accompanied by yellow smoke.
Then, everything...shimmered.
----
I spent a good amount of time "fluffy brushing" everything.
My pillows, the jars, other brushes, my clothes, my hands (oh my hands!), my arms and legs even! Golden.
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Half the jar, gone :(
Not that I'd ever finish one jar. But there is comfort knowing that I can turn myself gold entirely, if I wanted to. Honestly, I think quarter if a jar will do. Still!
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I would never forget this day.
The day everything I was touching, turned gold.
King Midas?
Sunday, July 31, 2011
pinoy sunday
Thanks to my friend's foreign colleague, we got wind of Pinoy Sunday. It delights me whenever I come across good Filipino movies or movies with Filipino actors. This one in particular had all Filipino cast with a foreign director.
As we were watching--on a Saturday (BUT... seated on a couch!) we were talking about experiences working away from home and agreed that no matter where you are in the world, the stories are well, the same.
I won't go as far as writing these stories, as I don't want to spoil anything. But I do want to say that these ring true to the life of a Filipino abroad, and I found myself laughing and feeling that pinch in my heart almost alternately.
Manuel and Dado were factory workers in Taiwan and as you guessed, had an interesting incident involving a couch. Obviously, it wasn't just a couch. Like all other proverbial errrr, couches.
No heavy drama here (which I love!).
There were some things that got lost when the movie was subtitled--but that couldn't be helped. I'm sure though that people who can't understand Tagalog (that is the Filipino language), will warm to Epy (Manuel) and Bayani (Dado) who played the lead roles.
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I hope that more people watch this. It is also a good reminder that for some people, Sundays could be quite literally the only thing that they look forward to--for months even. So maybe, one ought to cut them some slack if they could be quite chatty or seemingly rowdy, remind yourself that if you were in their shoes, you'd be excited on Sundays too.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
usually
when your (true) friends don't like the guy you're dating, it isn't because they "don't understand", but because YOU don't understand.
Friday, July 15, 2011
you get what you give
This week, my mom sent something over.
Next week is my sister in law's birthday.
Last week, I got my sister in law her birthday present.
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This Thursday, I got what my mom sent me. I loooooove it so much.
Next Thursday, my sister in law will get my present. I hope she (at least) likes it.
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My present is exactly EXACTLY exactly like her present.
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Does this mean that I think like my mom?
Does this mean that my mom thinks of me the same way I think of my sister in law?
Next week is my sister in law's birthday.
Last week, I got my sister in law her birthday present.
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This Thursday, I got what my mom sent me. I loooooove it so much.
Next Thursday, my sister in law will get my present. I hope she (at least) likes it.
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My present is exactly EXACTLY exactly like her present.
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Does this mean that I think like my mom?
Does this mean that my mom thinks of me the same way I think of my sister in law?
Thursday, July 14, 2011
things always work out
I remember being overly stresse about the thought of shifting offices.
My worries ended when I was told that I woyld be staying in the old office--only to be surprised, two days before the move that I was in fact being relocated to the "other" office.
Obviously, i didn't have too much time to worry because I'd soon find out how that would work out for me.
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Two weeks after the move, I find that I like the new office more. In fact, I felt disappointed that I needed to report to the old office tomorrow.
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As difficult as it is to believe sometimes, things ALWAYS work out.
My worries ended when I was told that I woyld be staying in the old office--only to be surprised, two days before the move that I was in fact being relocated to the "other" office.
Obviously, i didn't have too much time to worry because I'd soon find out how that would work out for me.
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Two weeks after the move, I find that I like the new office more. In fact, I felt disappointed that I needed to report to the old office tomorrow.
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As difficult as it is to believe sometimes, things ALWAYS work out.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
foolish, foolish heart
Come mid afternoon, I felt something funny.
My heart was fluttering. Literally. Obviously, not in a good way.
It was as if my heart was struggling to beat. Like it was great effort to beat.
I did the easy test to see if I was having a stroke.
It is quite handy to know. It is funny how I once attended a seminar and sort of "never forgot" about the three steps.
1. Smile
2. Raise your arms to the side like you are forming a letter T
3. Recite a full sentence
I forget now the reasons behind each one. But if you find yourself unable to do at least one. You must NOT PANIC and try to force yourself to cough.
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I tried all three exercises and I was able to do each one.
Still not convinced, I forced myself to cough.
Still fluttering.
I sat down, placed my hand on my heart and took big, long inhales and even longer exhales.
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I got better eventually.
The fluttering had gone, but my heart feels funny. Not sure if it is psychological.
Is this really what being thirty-something means?
My heart was fluttering. Literally. Obviously, not in a good way.
It was as if my heart was struggling to beat. Like it was great effort to beat.
I did the easy test to see if I was having a stroke.
It is quite handy to know. It is funny how I once attended a seminar and sort of "never forgot" about the three steps.
1. Smile
2. Raise your arms to the side like you are forming a letter T
3. Recite a full sentence
I forget now the reasons behind each one. But if you find yourself unable to do at least one. You must NOT PANIC and try to force yourself to cough.
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I tried all three exercises and I was able to do each one.
Still not convinced, I forced myself to cough.
Still fluttering.
I sat down, placed my hand on my heart and took big, long inhales and even longer exhales.
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I got better eventually.
The fluttering had gone, but my heart feels funny. Not sure if it is psychological.
Is this really what being thirty-something means?
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
from D to something else
What's that? It is a half moon (vertical orange wedge shape) found at each side of my pants.
It is funny how I know if I had eaten too much based on this. Sun dial?
Obviously, whenever I over eat--my stomach expands. And well, my pants needs to adapt.
Just like that, both sides, the half moon turns into and inverted rainbow. An ark even. Or... a smile! Now that I think about it, yes. A smile.
As if the pants is expressing appreciation for the hearty meal ;)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
dating.com
No idea if there is such a site. I'm not really endorsing a particular one.
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I just read an article in The New Yorker about online dating. Well, it really isn't dating online because you date in person, isn't it? But merely get contact information online.
It talks about the various sites and how they do the matching. It is an interesting piece really.
It is quite similar to what I do. No. Not matchmaking. Sometimes, I need to interview people and based on that, publish my finding to help the business make decisions. I also find correlation.
Obviously, the site takes these findings further and turn them to weighed business rules to perfect the matching algorithm.
It would be interesting to work for these sites.
I bet UAT will have a life of its own.
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We--my ex colleagues and myself once, in a drunken conversation talked about setting up a site solely for breaking up. We even bought a couple of web addresses on the spot.
The next day, we were back looking into the medical software. How exciting.
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I once had dinner with a friend who was was wanting to meet someone.
So I asked her about her other activities and people she meets.
To make a long story short, she is out there but is just not meeting anyone who interests her. Not even uninteresting ones from a certain demographic.
I casually suggested going to a dating site. She looked at me as if I suggested throwing up to lose weight.
And I explained.
I will not do the whole spill again.
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There are some people who are not comfortable saying "I want to find someone". Someone to share my life with, someone to tell me everything will be okay, someone who will always choose me. Someone. Whatever the dependent clause that comes after it is.
Why?
Because it is a sign of weakness? Because people might think that I'm unhappy? Because Filipino women in the general sense were taught to wait? Because I'm having the time of my life with my single friends? Because I don't need a man? Because men are pigs?
Maybe not the pigs part.
For a lot of reasons.
But really. What is wrong with admitting to that?
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I don't think signing up is an indication of anything but honesty. Admitting YOUR truth.
What you do after you "meet" potential matches determines your worth.
It is not the .com that cheapens relationships, but the childish behavior and lack of self respect.
Disclaimer: Don't be stupid, like a lot of things such as binge drinking--there are risks associated meeting up with strangers! But that is not exclusive for dating sites, isn't it? Think ebay sellers :-p
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Do I have an account?
I hate to say NO after stating my case. But I'd hate to run the sequence of events the last four years too.
Sorry.
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I just read an article in The New Yorker about online dating. Well, it really isn't dating online because you date in person, isn't it? But merely get contact information online.
It talks about the various sites and how they do the matching. It is an interesting piece really.
It is quite similar to what I do. No. Not matchmaking. Sometimes, I need to interview people and based on that, publish my finding to help the business make decisions. I also find correlation.
Obviously, the site takes these findings further and turn them to weighed business rules to perfect the matching algorithm.
It would be interesting to work for these sites.
I bet UAT will have a life of its own.
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We--my ex colleagues and myself once, in a drunken conversation talked about setting up a site solely for breaking up. We even bought a couple of web addresses on the spot.
The next day, we were back looking into the medical software. How exciting.
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I once had dinner with a friend who was was wanting to meet someone.
So I asked her about her other activities and people she meets.
To make a long story short, she is out there but is just not meeting anyone who interests her. Not even uninteresting ones from a certain demographic.
I casually suggested going to a dating site. She looked at me as if I suggested throwing up to lose weight.
And I explained.
I will not do the whole spill again.
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There are some people who are not comfortable saying "I want to find someone". Someone to share my life with, someone to tell me everything will be okay, someone who will always choose me. Someone. Whatever the dependent clause that comes after it is.
Why?
Because it is a sign of weakness? Because people might think that I'm unhappy? Because Filipino women in the general sense were taught to wait? Because I'm having the time of my life with my single friends? Because I don't need a man? Because men are pigs?
Maybe not the pigs part.
For a lot of reasons.
But really. What is wrong with admitting to that?
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I don't think signing up is an indication of anything but honesty. Admitting YOUR truth.
What you do after you "meet" potential matches determines your worth.
It is not the .com that cheapens relationships, but the childish behavior and lack of self respect.
Disclaimer: Don't be stupid, like a lot of things such as binge drinking--there are risks associated meeting up with strangers! But that is not exclusive for dating sites, isn't it? Think ebay sellers :-p
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Do I have an account?
I hate to say NO after stating my case. But I'd hate to run the sequence of events the last four years too.
Sorry.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
this too shall pass
One of the yoga teachers that I had gotten so used to seeing said that today would be his last class here. He is moving back to his hometown.
This was also one of the best classes we had in a long time.
It is funny how I was thinking the other day that lately, he didn't seem to be too enthusiastic in class and that maybe I could go to the sessions with other instructors.
Near the end of today's class, I thought "he's back". Only. He is leaving.
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I remember the last exam I had in college. I did extremely well, and I thought "that was fun". Only. It was the last one.
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Maybe it is human nature that when you begin to see the end, you suddenly have that surge of energy. Even enthusiasm.
Patience comes easy when you know the situation is temporary. Or ending.
The funny thing is that it is known that everything will pass.
I think this is a truth I sometimes forget when I am frustrated. Then maybe, i'd do better :-)
This was also one of the best classes we had in a long time.
It is funny how I was thinking the other day that lately, he didn't seem to be too enthusiastic in class and that maybe I could go to the sessions with other instructors.
Near the end of today's class, I thought "he's back". Only. He is leaving.
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I remember the last exam I had in college. I did extremely well, and I thought "that was fun". Only. It was the last one.
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Maybe it is human nature that when you begin to see the end, you suddenly have that surge of energy. Even enthusiasm.
Patience comes easy when you know the situation is temporary. Or ending.
The funny thing is that it is known that everything will pass.
I think this is a truth I sometimes forget when I am frustrated. Then maybe, i'd do better :-)
Friday, June 24, 2011
best 80 cents spent
I love lettuce. All kinds. Really.
In fact, I could well relate to Rapunzel's mom. Obviously, I wouldn't give up an unborn child for some greens--or ask a husband to steal....
Anyways, point made.
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There is a market near where I sometimes go for lunch and because I pass by fruit and vegetable stalls, I often get tempted to buy whatever looks good. Or is in season.
Not unlike shopping--shopping.
I'd buy dragon fruit, rambutan, dried figs, pears, green apple, lettuce, cucumbers, plums, cherries. The prices are pretty good too!
Unlike shopping--shopping. Booo.
(I once bought a box of peaches and was forced to eat each one because I didn't want it to go to waste like the persimon.)
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On Friday I chanced on some romaine that looked really good. Even if I still had some butterhead at home, I couldn't resist.
I was so surprised that they were selling for 80 cents! The cheapest I've gotten them for was a little over a dollar. Summer sale? :-p
I didn't hoard. I just got one. Leaving me with one too many lettuce "heads".
It is Friday again. And guess what? I've almost used up all the leaves!!! Not to mention, I didn't throw any leaf away.
I have just enough for another sandwich :-). Tomorrow's breakfast.
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You know you're getting older (and boring) when writing about vegetables excite you.
In fact, I could well relate to Rapunzel's mom. Obviously, I wouldn't give up an unborn child for some greens--or ask a husband to steal....
Anyways, point made.
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There is a market near where I sometimes go for lunch and because I pass by fruit and vegetable stalls, I often get tempted to buy whatever looks good. Or is in season.
Not unlike shopping--shopping.
I'd buy dragon fruit, rambutan, dried figs, pears, green apple, lettuce, cucumbers, plums, cherries. The prices are pretty good too!
Unlike shopping--shopping. Booo.
(I once bought a box of peaches and was forced to eat each one because I didn't want it to go to waste like the persimon.)
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On Friday I chanced on some romaine that looked really good. Even if I still had some butterhead at home, I couldn't resist.
I was so surprised that they were selling for 80 cents! The cheapest I've gotten them for was a little over a dollar. Summer sale? :-p
I didn't hoard. I just got one. Leaving me with one too many lettuce "heads".
It is Friday again. And guess what? I've almost used up all the leaves!!! Not to mention, I didn't throw any leaf away.
I have just enough for another sandwich :-). Tomorrow's breakfast.
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You know you're getting older (and boring) when writing about vegetables excite you.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
one rainy night, two rainy nights
One rainy night someone announced that she would be moving here for good. As far as 'for good' can go in the context of people like me. The night turned into day, and we, well... we were cast away. Without the beard--maybe some shaggy hair.
One night someone arranged for a barbecue and announced that we will be roasting the bratwurts in the oven for our own good. As until now the regular are always challenged getting the fire started. The night turned into day then, downpour. And we, well... we probably brewed up a storm singing Bon Jovi and Kings of Leon. Without being in tune--but with conviction.
One night someone arranged for a barbecue and announced that we will be roasting the bratwurts in the oven for our own good. As until now the regular are always challenged getting the fire started. The night turned into day then, downpour. And we, well... we probably brewed up a storm singing Bon Jovi and Kings of Leon. Without being in tune--but with conviction.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
in my parents' eyes
I'd always see it in the movies... you know, a person who feels that he had failed his parents. Or kids who feel that they would never be great in their parents' eyes.
Think Tyrion Lannister.
I think, my parents think I'm poor.
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Whenever they come to visit, I'd tell them that I would bring them out my Dad will insist that we don't go somewhere fancy. If I insist, my Dad would insist on paying. He would go to the extent of paying the bill when he was supposed to be going to the toilet just so I won't have to pay.
Whenever I go shopping with my Mom, she would secretly pay for the things that I intended to pay--even when I tell her that I intended to buy her something. There was one time that I told her I had vouchers, even if I didn't so that she'd let me pay.
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Obviously, I was being dramatic when I wrote I think, my parents think I'm poor.
So why all these?
1. My parents feel that I have a long life to live and would like me to save my money for the rainy days.
2. My parents want to treat me because I spend little time with them as they live in another country.
3. My parents enjoy feeling that they are good providers.
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I was once at the drugstore with my Mom. I was getting vitamin C. I got the generic ones off the shelf and headed to the counter.
Mom: Oh, you should get the coated ones, they are better.
Me : They are the same really.
Mom: Here, take the coated ones. I'll pay for it.
I don't think my mom thinks I'm poor, but maybe she thinks I like to scrimp :-p
Think Tyrion Lannister.
I think, my parents think I'm poor.
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Whenever they come to visit, I'd tell them that I would bring them out my Dad will insist that we don't go somewhere fancy. If I insist, my Dad would insist on paying. He would go to the extent of paying the bill when he was supposed to be going to the toilet just so I won't have to pay.
Whenever I go shopping with my Mom, she would secretly pay for the things that I intended to pay--even when I tell her that I intended to buy her something. There was one time that I told her I had vouchers, even if I didn't so that she'd let me pay.
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Obviously, I was being dramatic when I wrote I think, my parents think I'm poor.
So why all these?
1. My parents feel that I have a long life to live and would like me to save my money for the rainy days.
2. My parents want to treat me because I spend little time with them as they live in another country.
3. My parents enjoy feeling that they are good providers.
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I was once at the drugstore with my Mom. I was getting vitamin C. I got the generic ones off the shelf and headed to the counter.
Mom: Oh, you should get the coated ones, they are better.
Me : They are the same really.
Mom: Here, take the coated ones. I'll pay for it.
I don't think my mom thinks I'm poor, but maybe she thinks I like to scrimp :-p
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Rotation
I tend to spend a lot of time in bed...
Whenever i'm at home, I think I spend 80% of the time in bed.
Even while sewing, I do the "ground work" in bed instead of the desk.
I tend to stay on the right side too. You know what that means... my body's contours are now "remembered" by the cushion.
Yesterday, I was on the left side for a few minutes and... wow! It felt soooo different.
What that means is that, it is time to rotate the bed. i did that just now. I wonder how good I'd sleep tonight.
Whenever i'm at home, I think I spend 80% of the time in bed.
Even while sewing, I do the "ground work" in bed instead of the desk.
I tend to stay on the right side too. You know what that means... my body's contours are now "remembered" by the cushion.
Yesterday, I was on the left side for a few minutes and... wow! It felt soooo different.
What that means is that, it is time to rotate the bed. i did that just now. I wonder how good I'd sleep tonight.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
what do you mean?
I was having a conversation about arguments yesterday. I said that "never" and "always" really get to me.
What does that mean?
Maybe an example would be better.
If at the middle of the conversation cum argument I hear a line that goes "You ALWAYS do such and such" or "How come you NEVER such and such", it would be my cue to end the conversation.
Why? Because it means that infinity is the scope. Because it means that it is the emotions talking. Because it means it won't go anywhere.
Maybe sometimes never doesn't really mean never but instead, rarely.
Maybe sometimes always doesn't really mean always but instead, often.
Maybe sometimes ending a conversation doesn't really mean you are 'giving up', instead caring enough to shut up--so you can talk when words really mean what they mean.
What does that mean?
Maybe an example would be better.
If at the middle of the conversation cum argument I hear a line that goes "You ALWAYS do such and such" or "How come you NEVER such and such", it would be my cue to end the conversation.
Why? Because it means that infinity is the scope. Because it means that it is the emotions talking. Because it means it won't go anywhere.
Maybe sometimes never doesn't really mean never but instead, rarely.
Maybe sometimes always doesn't really mean always but instead, often.
Maybe sometimes ending a conversation doesn't really mean you are 'giving up', instead caring enough to shut up--so you can talk when words really mean what they mean.
VERA special plant
I received an aloe vera plant from a colleague. Seriously.I thought that was really sweet :)
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Since receiving it, I had been googling like crazy on aloe vera preparation... and each time I find one, I'd think that I would be better off buying the processed ones.
While that means losing on the nutrients, it ensures that wondrous summerish taste. Besides, it was really the taste that had drawn me to aloe vera--the benefits part was just a bonus.
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I saw a giant tub of sweetened aloe vera the other day. I didn't put it in my cart... but I'm seriously thinking about it!
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I'm kind of worried about my plant though.
Apart from the money tree I have on my desk at the office--which requires (almost) NO EFFORT, I don't really have any experience on growing plants.
Plus, I live in a building--which means the plant is in a pot that is a poor substitute for the ground. Forget fertilisers. I don't have any!
Did I mention "no sun"?
Some of our plants died after we moved to our new place because of the orientation of our flat. It is pretty awesome visually--and cool, considering that we live in a tropical country. The drawback though, is that there is no direct sunlight at any point.
Good for me :) Bad for plants :(
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We shall see if love is really enough to keep anything alive.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
inTENSE
While I a still at beginner level at yoga, one thing that I appreciate is the increased awareness and improved ability to "listen" to my body.
In the past, I did not realise that my muscles were tense most times during the day--including the jaw and neck.
Since this eye opening moment, I would consciously relax any muscle that is engaged, unless of course I am carrying out physical activities.
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During challenging or more thoughtful times, I catch myself tensing facial muscles more.
Last week was particularly hectic and interesting in the office. And we all know how that went....
Yesterday, I couldn't really see.
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Today, the my facial muscles seem overworked. It feels spent.
I've consciously counted how many times I caught myself tensing the last two hours, I stopped counting at six.
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I think I need a recording of my favorite yoga instructor asking me to lelac my tang, tee, joe....
In the past, I did not realise that my muscles were tense most times during the day--including the jaw and neck.
Since this eye opening moment, I would consciously relax any muscle that is engaged, unless of course I am carrying out physical activities.
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During challenging or more thoughtful times, I catch myself tensing facial muscles more.
Last week was particularly hectic and interesting in the office. And we all know how that went....
Yesterday, I couldn't really see.
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Today, the my facial muscles seem overworked. It feels spent.
I've consciously counted how many times I caught myself tensing the last two hours, I stopped counting at six.
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I think I need a recording of my favorite yoga instructor asking me to lelac my tang, tee, joe....
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Some Days
Some days, I can't see. Clearly. I can't see clearly.Some days, I wake up and everything is blurry. Literally.
Some days, I focus and re-focus. In vain.
Some days, there is some pain in between my eyes. Slightly up my forehead. Where the third eye is.
Some days, I need to wear my specs. Even with my 20 - 25 vision.
Some days, I need to alternate between two specs. With varied grades.
Some days, I think it is because some days I over work my eyes.
Some days, I think it is because I'm getting old.
Some days, I think that maybe I wore a top that's too bright. And it causes the glare.
Today seems like a day that is everything like some days. Maybe even the latter.
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Suddenly, I am reminded of that time when a certain blockmate (yes Rhea, this is you!) once pulled me to one side and said that she would hear a certain guy (No Rhea, I will not type his name) sing "Do you see what I HEAR?".
Friday, June 3, 2011
Lost
And found.
I thought for a moment that I lost "the one"...
The only one who cuts my hair the way I want it, even if sometimes I don't realise it till it's done.
Like the annoying girl in Grey's Anatomy. Well. The opposite of her (thank God!)--not knowing she didn't want it till she did. Something like that.
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I didn't think I lost him to death--even if the receptionist at the salon told me that he was in an indefinite medical leave when I called to make an appointment.
I suspected he had another (yes, another) liposuction done--followed by a Bali trip to show off his new body.
Then, I thought maybe the receptionist was lying. I was sure I wanted to pass by and talk her into spilling.
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Then, I got a text message from the one telling me he moved salons!
Whew.
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I was just talking to a friend saying that I don't want to be trying out new stylist to find another "him".
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There had been only two stylist that I really got attached to. This one and the one from 1998 - 2003ish.
It only proves that finding a gooood stylist is sooooo much more tricky than choosing a good man.
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This is a love story. I think.
I thought for a moment that I lost "the one"...
The only one who cuts my hair the way I want it, even if sometimes I don't realise it till it's done.
Like the annoying girl in Grey's Anatomy. Well. The opposite of her (thank God!)--not knowing she didn't want it till she did. Something like that.
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I didn't think I lost him to death--even if the receptionist at the salon told me that he was in an indefinite medical leave when I called to make an appointment.
I suspected he had another (yes, another) liposuction done--followed by a Bali trip to show off his new body.
Then, I thought maybe the receptionist was lying. I was sure I wanted to pass by and talk her into spilling.
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Then, I got a text message from the one telling me he moved salons!
Whew.
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I was just talking to a friend saying that I don't want to be trying out new stylist to find another "him".
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There had been only two stylist that I really got attached to. This one and the one from 1998 - 2003ish.
It only proves that finding a gooood stylist is sooooo much more tricky than choosing a good man.
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This is a love story. I think.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
pom poms
I am still undecided about liking this hair.
It is clear however that, well... I didn't really think about getting a perm.
What was I expecting? Not sure.
Hmmmm. What to make out of this?
I kind of look the same--so maybe, that person who said that whatever I did to my hair, I'd still look the same was right. Like most times.
It is clear however that, well... I didn't really think about getting a perm.
What was I expecting? Not sure.
Hmmmm. What to make out of this?
I kind of look the same--so maybe, that person who said that whatever I did to my hair, I'd still look the same was right. Like most times.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
penny for your thoughts
My very thoughtful, kind and choco-sprinkle-donut-craver friend got me a significant number of pigments and eye pencils last year. While I was all too excited to get my hands on them, I haven't really gotten to trying them out.
With pigments, I find that I am unable to use them during weekdays because I am always in a rush. I've only got time to dab some cream eyeshadow and line--if I do anything at all.
On weekends, I really only have Saturdays to put on a full face as Sundays are quite hectic for me too.
Given the number of Saturdays lapse and a couple of eye make up palettes that I have, you don't have to be a mathematician to make out that well, I have not used 80% of the colours.
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I thought I'd try out one of the pigments today. I opted for Penny. The colour of money :-p
(I do know that this is not what the expression means. Thank you.)
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I loved it!
The color was so nice. It showed well on my skin--and stayed true to the colour of the pigment in the jar even after twelve hours!
The powder did not move at all, considering that I didn't put any proper primer. There was only sunblock underneath.
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This is where make up bloggers would post a swatch and talk more about the look. Obviously, that isn't happening here.
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To cut a long story short, I'd like to thank Mom-to-be for the pigments :-)
I have a feeling that I'd be using a (different) pigment every Saturday for a while....
With pigments, I find that I am unable to use them during weekdays because I am always in a rush. I've only got time to dab some cream eyeshadow and line--if I do anything at all.
On weekends, I really only have Saturdays to put on a full face as Sundays are quite hectic for me too.
Given the number of Saturdays lapse and a couple of eye make up palettes that I have, you don't have to be a mathematician to make out that well, I have not used 80% of the colours.
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I thought I'd try out one of the pigments today. I opted for Penny. The colour of money :-p
(I do know that this is not what the expression means. Thank you.)
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I loved it!
The color was so nice. It showed well on my skin--and stayed true to the colour of the pigment in the jar even after twelve hours!
The powder did not move at all, considering that I didn't put any proper primer. There was only sunblock underneath.
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This is where make up bloggers would post a swatch and talk more about the look. Obviously, that isn't happening here.
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To cut a long story short, I'd like to thank Mom-to-be for the pigments :-)
I have a feeling that I'd be using a (different) pigment every Saturday for a while....
Slasher
The genius who cuts my hair in a ways that makes it seems as though I brush more than twice a day and use conditioner regularly, is on indefinite medical leave. It sucks. And not only because I am in need of a haircut, but he has somewhat become part of my life since I've moved here (dating dati pa @rochness) hence, I give a damn that he is unwell.
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I was errrr, forced to go to someone else.
I changed my hair quite dramatically too.
Normally, I'd create a new avatar from the South Park app--somehow, they always seem to have the option that matched my current hair perfectly. For real!
The new hair is no exception. This time however, I didn't have to create one. If you see me and the latest episode, you'd know what I mean.
Well, I'm posting anyway.
I am still deciding if I like my new hair.
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Somebody told me today that like Quin Fabray, no matter what I do to may hair, I still look the same.
Hmmmmmmm.
I'm still deciding what to make of that.
Decided. Nothing.
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I was errrr, forced to go to someone else.
I changed my hair quite dramatically too.
Normally, I'd create a new avatar from the South Park app--somehow, they always seem to have the option that matched my current hair perfectly. For real!
The new hair is no exception. This time however, I didn't have to create one. If you see me and the latest episode, you'd know what I mean.
Well, I'm posting anyway.
I am still deciding if I like my new hair. -----
Somebody told me today that like Quin Fabray, no matter what I do to may hair, I still look the same.
Hmmmmmmm.
I'm still deciding what to make of that.
Decided. Nothing.
Friday, May 27, 2011
maybe you have some advice to give
I really don't see myself as someone sensitive--in fact, I might as well be a log in other people's eyes. Even the eyes closest to me.
I find however that I could be a marshmallow during specific times of the month-- concerning specific things.
Craving.
(Luckily, I don't crave for marshmallows.)
But chips. Three-taste-tofu squares. Butterscotch-with-dried-mangoes. Ginger milk tea. Hazelnut and white chocolate eggs. And CHIPS. Yes. Chips.
In fact that caused the hurt feelings....
Jalapeño kettle chips.
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It was not too dramatic to cause anything more than ten minutes of silence and give-take five frowns. But it is enough for me to consider truth in what some girl friends claim, "Women become emotional" during those days.
On second thought, it seems more likely it isn't the hormones but the fact that I'm just a compulsive snacker.
I need help.
I find however that I could be a marshmallow during specific times of the month-- concerning specific things.
Craving.
(Luckily, I don't crave for marshmallows.)
But chips. Three-taste-tofu squares. Butterscotch-with-dried-mangoes. Ginger milk tea. Hazelnut and white chocolate eggs. And CHIPS. Yes. Chips.
In fact that caused the hurt feelings....
Jalapeño kettle chips.
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It was not too dramatic to cause anything more than ten minutes of silence and give-take five frowns. But it is enough for me to consider truth in what some girl friends claim, "Women become emotional" during those days.
On second thought, it seems more likely it isn't the hormones but the fact that I'm just a compulsive snacker.
I need help.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Leather <-- the one who "leds"
I love the smell of leather... not sure why or when it started, but I'm hooked.
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I recently bought a leather case for a gadget that was a very, very early (and loved) birthday gift. It took a horribly long time and numerous trips to various malls and shops before I picked THE one.
It is funny how the one I got was the first one I actually liked. It could have been the first one I've really looked into too!
As the drama about the selection process had been established, I could now go into the emotional pain and the struggle to resist kicking myself upon realising the damage my carelessness caused.
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After using the gadget, I lazily wrapped my earphones around the leather case and slid it right beside my notebook in my already-snug laptop bag. It was left there for a couple of hours.
When I took out the gadget and uncoiled the earphones, I found earphones indentations on the cover of the leather case! :-(
I admit stomping my feet a bit and maybe mouthing one-or-two curse words.
But... we are where we are, I told myself.
Scruffiness adds personality--I needed to console myself.
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I didn't touch the gadget all night yesterday. Not intentionally, but maybe I wanted to be "away".
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Imagine my surprise--and delight when I took it out this morning and found out that the markings were gone.
The leather "healed" itself.
It's a miracle! :-)
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I recently bought a leather case for a gadget that was a very, very early (and loved) birthday gift. It took a horribly long time and numerous trips to various malls and shops before I picked THE one.
It is funny how the one I got was the first one I actually liked. It could have been the first one I've really looked into too!
As the drama about the selection process had been established, I could now go into the emotional pain and the struggle to resist kicking myself upon realising the damage my carelessness caused.
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After using the gadget, I lazily wrapped my earphones around the leather case and slid it right beside my notebook in my already-snug laptop bag. It was left there for a couple of hours.
When I took out the gadget and uncoiled the earphones, I found earphones indentations on the cover of the leather case! :-(
I admit stomping my feet a bit and maybe mouthing one-or-two curse words.
But... we are where we are, I told myself.
Scruffiness adds personality--I needed to console myself.
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I didn't touch the gadget all night yesterday. Not intentionally, but maybe I wanted to be "away".
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Imagine my surprise--and delight when I took it out this morning and found out that the markings were gone.
The leather "healed" itself.
It's a miracle! :-)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
name game
As if it was not confusing enough having someone called "Tracy" sit in front of me at the office... a new girl called "Patricia" was given the seat behind me!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
out of reach
I had not been able to reach my toes standing up for as long as I could remember. Seriously.
A few years ago, I started going to yoga classes--passively. I thought it was as simple as attending a few sessions. It wasn't.
After using up my class card, I just stopped trying.
While having lunch the other day, we started talking about flexibility and endurance. I casually mentioned this to my brother who looked at me frowning saying "There is no reason why you can't as you don't have a ballooning tummy plus yoga claases should have given you better flexibility".
The next day, I gave it a shot the minute I woke up.
Guess what. I reached my toes!
I suddenly felt accomplished at thirty.
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I gave it another shot this morning after eating what seemed like ration for a family of three during last night's buffet dinner. Amazingly, I still reached all the way.
I hope the same is true tomorrow--about flexibility and not dinner. And the day after that. And the day after that.
A few years ago, I started going to yoga classes--passively. I thought it was as simple as attending a few sessions. It wasn't.
After using up my class card, I just stopped trying.
While having lunch the other day, we started talking about flexibility and endurance. I casually mentioned this to my brother who looked at me frowning saying "There is no reason why you can't as you don't have a ballooning tummy plus yoga claases should have given you better flexibility".
The next day, I gave it a shot the minute I woke up.
Guess what. I reached my toes!
I suddenly felt accomplished at thirty.
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I gave it another shot this morning after eating what seemed like ration for a family of three during last night's buffet dinner. Amazingly, I still reached all the way.
I hope the same is true tomorrow--about flexibility and not dinner. And the day after that. And the day after that.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Boom!
A friend writes in facebook status that she is upset. I don't really get the story, but it is interesting how adds after saying that she had decided just to let it go....
It is just like Angry Birds, while they get to kill the pigs, the act ruins them--as they explode in the end.
I thought that was funny :-p
It is just like Angry Birds, while they get to kill the pigs, the act ruins them--as they explode in the end.
I thought that was funny :-p
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Let Me In
This isn't just another vampire movie. It was quite moving. I like how the gory scenes were presented off necessity. I love how the shots seemed to be taken lower--from a child's perspective.
I am liking Chloe Moretz more and more! She--or her manager does a great job on picking her movies like (500) Days of Summer and Kick Ass.
I don't feel that this is a thriller or a horror movie, it seems closer to a coming of age love story.
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I now want to see the Swedish original Let the Right One In.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Randy's Donuts
You probably won't remember this place.
But if you watch Iron Man 2 again, you won't be able to help but smile. Robert Downey Jr. in his suit, rests on the giant donut after a crazy night.
It was a bonus that the donuts were pretty good too.
Although, I know a certain soon-to-be-mommy ate all the choco sprinkles!
But if you watch Iron Man 2 again, you won't be able to help but smile. Robert Downey Jr. in his suit, rests on the giant donut after a crazy night.
It was a bonus that the donuts were pretty good too.
Although, I know a certain soon-to-be-mommy ate all the choco sprinkles!
I'm falling to pieces
Well, not really. I'm not going through another break up.
Instead there is a song stuck in my head. I can't stop singing Breakeven. It's because I saw The Voice and I loved the cover! :)
Instead there is a song stuck in my head. I can't stop singing Breakeven. It's because I saw The Voice and I loved the cover! :)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
the last lesson
A few weeks back, I couldn't help but wonder why new old things started bubbling at the surface.
Why now-ish?
Hmmmmmmm.
There seems to be may probable reasons, but the one that fits is that it had to be revealed. Simple.
This the last detail of an old story. Of love? Maybe. But perhaps, of lessons may be more appropriate.
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It is funny how you feel you've learnt all the lessons out of a situation...three years later, you realise there are more!
Why now-ish?
Hmmmmmmm.
There seems to be may probable reasons, but the one that fits is that it had to be revealed. Simple.
This the last detail of an old story. Of love? Maybe. But perhaps, of lessons may be more appropriate.
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It is funny how you feel you've learnt all the lessons out of a situation...three years later, you realise there are more!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Getty
I'm so glad I made time to visit the Getty. While there is not as many finds art wise for me, I must say that the place is so beautiful.
A tram leads you from the drop off point to the entrance of the museum.
I swear the entrance smelt of Magnolias and Lavender!
Everywhere you look you'd find something pretty to look at. I especially like how they hung fragments of artwork from the high ceiling.
While taking a break from walking and standing, you can find a couple of areas where you can observe people...
or, observe people observing people.
While there were more famous paintings there, I was so happy to see a sketch that I recognised immediately :) I didn't even know it was there!
The viewing decks are spectacular too.
In fact, I love the viewing decks more than the actual view--which was LA traffic, framed.
A tram leads you from the drop off point to the entrance of the museum.
I swear the entrance smelt of Magnolias and Lavender!
Everywhere you look you'd find something pretty to look at. I especially like how they hung fragments of artwork from the high ceiling.
While taking a break from walking and standing, you can find a couple of areas where you can observe people...
or, observe people observing people.
While there were more famous paintings there, I was so happy to see a sketch that I recognised immediately :) I didn't even know it was there!
The viewing decks are spectacular too.
In fact, I love the viewing decks more than the actual view--which was LA traffic, framed.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wayfarer's Chapel
We went to the loveliest chapel today!
You could hardly see it because it is mostly made of glass.
I wish I was able to take more photos. Actually, I wish more that I was able to spend more time inside....
The view from the garden is stunning too!
We were in a rush as we were racing to get another spot before sunset, but I was lucky enough to see the notes on the bricks.
The shadows on the bricks make me smile :)
You could hardly see it because it is mostly made of glass.
I wish I was able to take more photos. Actually, I wish more that I was able to spend more time inside....
The view from the garden is stunning too!
We were in a rush as we were racing to get another spot before sunset, but I was lucky enough to see the notes on the bricks.
The shadows on the bricks make me smile :)
please be good to me
When I was young, I loved Menudo. Not the ulam, but the boyband. Of course, the term boyband didn't exist then...
Anyways, during mass on Sunday I suddenly remembered going to mass with my family when I was a kid. At that particular part of the mass, I'd look at my brother and say please be good to me, I seriously thought that it was what people said as they shook hands.
If you understand how the first paragraph relates to the second paragraph, it only means that you liked them too. No judgment ;)
Anyways, during mass on Sunday I suddenly remembered going to mass with my family when I was a kid. At that particular part of the mass, I'd look at my brother and say please be good to me, I seriously thought that it was what people said as they shook hands.
If you understand how the first paragraph relates to the second paragraph, it only means that you liked them too. No judgment ;)
Friday, April 1, 2011
Famous Cupcakes
Look what I got after eating tons at Chipotle.
As if a steak burrito was not enough to fill me up!
Obviously, I had to eat the strawberry one!
I can't wait to eat the dark chocolate one though... maybe in a couple of hours ;)
As if a steak burrito was not enough to fill me up!
Obviously, I had to eat the strawberry one!
I can't wait to eat the dark chocolate one though... maybe in a couple of hours ;)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Lakers
My cousin got pretty good seats for the game yesterday :)
I love Gasol! He is soooo good.
Oh, and the Lakers got a hundred too, while keeping the other team below. That meant free tacos for me.
I could get used to getting free food this way ;)
I love Gasol! He is soooo good.
Oh, and the Lakers got a hundred too, while keeping the other team below. That meant free tacos for me.
I could get used to getting free food this way ;)
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