green tips

I'd be lucky if a manicure would last two days without chipping on me. You see, I love washing my hands. I also tend to type like crazy. As I can't stand these chips, I tend to wear a color, at most three days. And on the average, less than two days. You can just imagine how delighted I was that the mom color I slapped on my fingernails lasted three days without a chip. After some heavy cooking yesterday though, it was only expected that it was time to say goodbye. Only I thought maybe I can try doing a french tip-esque. If I screw it, so what? I was taking it off anyways. The result is quite cartoony as I played with the colors a bit. For some reason I kept thinking of a plastic watermelon. If I had a fine sign pen, I'd draw dots for seeds so I can show my niece something that would make her giggle and say "You're so funny, Ninang."

the voice(mail)

I was watching a clip from a talk by the founder of postsecret about people saving voicemail of loved ones so that if something happens to any of these people, they could at least hear their voices again. I turned, teary eyed from the monitor to the person I'm with and said "We don't leave voicemails. Or videos." and as if there was nothing else to do, I hugged him and cried a little. I blame my period. Really. Well, not really. --- I'm always torn somewhat thinking that I'd rather live the moment than capture the moment. --- Yesterday I was watching South Park and it was about Stan's Grandpa reviewing his life and realising that losing his dog was one of the darkest moments in his life, only he can't even remember how the dog looks like. --- Moments are fleeting. Memories are not perfect. Would you want to perfectly remember a moment you struggled to have or struggle remembering a perfect moment? --- I told the person I'm with that I wanted to start saving more memories, just because. But truly, I am not sure. --- I don't know if my stand will change, if something happens. What to do?

fall

There is a row of giant trees that bear tiny yellow flowers along one side of where I live. This is the route I walk going to work everyday. It is also the last leg our OUR walks just before we say good night.

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Every now and then, the trees would shed the flowers and my path turns yellow. Concrete with tight packed 'matte glitters'. On days such as those, I always smile to myself and think 'oh what do you know, fall. In a place where it is perpetually summer'.

Last night, walking back home I notice the fall phenomenon happened again and with the light drizzle, the flowers were plump and glistening.

As I walked over them, through my ballet flats, it almost felt as if my feet were cushioned. I never really got the walking-on-rose-petals, I thought flowers were better enjoyed in a vase or as tea but for a brief moment I thought 'So this is what the fuss is all about'.

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365 love

cemented

I realised that the past few months, my nail colour stash had been growing.

It started innocently enough late 2010 when I bought my first one in brick red, I used only that for close to three quarters of a year till I got the eggplant. I used those two alternating for half a year.

Someone gave me a silver shatter--at some point. I forget when that was.

One day, I saw a sea foam green that I liked. I'm crazy about green. And then some multiplicity phenomenon happened.Now, I have three green shades.

I also have a copper one. Bronze? You get the idea.

Why am I writing about this?

Because I shocked myself liking a glitter polish today. Another errrr, break-through?

This one I'd describe with my limited nail colour knowledge as the the most subtle full glitter nail colour there is. Or that which I know of. Full glitter is what I'd call something you wear on its own--capable of an opaque finish. I imagine there would be an industry standard terminology for that. And I have no clue what it is.

What color? To myself, I describe it as what-I-imagine-concrete-would-look-like-in-Barbie-world.

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EDIT: I change my mind! After one day of wearing this, I decided that it makes me think more of SANDPAPER (in Barbie World), rather than concrete.

like crazy

I told most of my movie enthusiast friends to check out Like Crazy.

It is about an enduring long distance relationship.

I especially like how the story ran, it was not what was shown but what wasn't.

There was ample space to allow you to mull over what has happened.

I thought it was genius how they don't spell everything out, trusting the viewer's intuition.

I won't write about the story line or how it turns out, but I think I can't get away from writing about long distance relationships.

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It is easy to mistake real conflict and irreconcilable values with trivialities grouped under an umbrella hurdle, distance.

In my story, I truly believed that it was the distance.

In hindsight, it was actually the distance that allowed the relationship to endure.

I can't say anymore, I think without feeling like it's wrong.

ritter sweet memory (that is all I'm taking with me)

The first one I tried was the white chocolate with whole hazelnuts, then the milk chocolate with corn flakes.

While the pretty pink packaging would usually catch my attention when all the variants lined up in display, I tend to look away from the milk chocolate with strawberry yogurt because, I imagine chocolates coming from pink packaging tasting of air fresheners.

Today, after an extra spicy lunch I grabbed a pack. I thought there was no point in wondering anymore.

And what do you know, it was quite nice! Maybe a bit too sweet, but it was perfect to put out the fire in my gut.

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I like that it was creamy. The chocolate was quite soft, not because it had melted, but because it was meant to be soft. I am assuming that because it didn't break or run when I broke off a square.

There were very tiny strawberry bits that tasted of the real thing. If it was artificial flavouring, it was real good flavouring.

I liked that there was some texture. They had put in a very minimal amount of crispies--I was pleasantly surprised to encounter.

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I had eaten the entire thing by now, and as much as I want to take another photo--one that didn't focus on my point man, I can't.

At least not without getting another bar--thus risking eating the entire thing again.

And I can't risk that. At least, not today.

(Still not too bad considering it's a mobile photo.)

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I think I just made my first chocolate review ;)