from the school he chose

So apparently there is a men's basketball league in Singapore wherein alumni from different universities team up to play against other representatives. Think UAAP.

(I could almost feel the drums.)

Boom boom. Boom boom, Boom-boom.

Where was I? Right. The league.

A graduate of the other school joined the league.

X: So ano yung requirements para sumali? How do you prove na dun ka nagaral?
A: Wala lang.
X: Huh? Kahit ID number or something?
A: Wala. In-english-english ko lang yung mga nagoorganize, naniwala na sa akin.

hey cutie :)

These are so cute. I saw some MythBusters Avatars online by Christian Pandolfi, I am posting it to neutralize the poison from my previous entry.

BB

I learned recently that silent battles tend to prolong the agony. And friendships that endured trials become stronger with renewed trust and confidence.

(Thank you to two certain individuals, peace and harmony once again rule in regularity.)

Hence, my blog entry:

I refuse to give in to your whim--even if you throw another childish tantrum. The last thing you could expect me to do is lick your imaginary wounds. You are not a victim; it is your inability to grasp reality that leads you to believe that terrible things always happen to you. Do not blame the world or take it out on me if you find yourself stuck in mundanity you preach as sublimeness. I offer no apologies.

singing seriously last sunday

So I went to mass on Sunday. I sat beside an old lady, also attending mass by herself. I noticed that she had taken time to get a copy of the Song AND Mass Guides.

I never bother to get these as I'd rather listen than listen AND READ at the same time. It is redundant and I get frustrated when I find the reader lagging behind my reading in my head, like an echo.

As the mass commenced, my seatmate turned to the page and held the guide closer to me, as if to say that we should share. I smiled and held the other side of the guide, it is hardbound and quite heavy, I didn't want her to strain her arms just so I could be guided.

I still think that the mass guide didn't make a difference for me, as I am able to memorize the response after the reader makes a run before going through the intentions. Okay, maybe a slight difference, as I need to peep at the verse of the week sandwiched by hallelujah singing.

What surprised me was the singing part! I ended up singing all the songs. Even those that I didn't know. I used the notes. I know, I can't sing on key to save my life, but at least I could get the timing right. Whole note, four counts....

I even finished the final hymn!

I think next week, I'll get a song guide. Or I'll sit beside her again.

juicy

Look what the lovers got.
The juicer might as well be my favorite kitchen plaything. MIGHT--because it is still a toss-coin between the juicer and the food processor. Think salsa.

Last night though, I would have straight away given the juicer the top spot. My reason? Make that reasons...

cucumber + green tea + calamansi + red apple + mandarin vodka
grapefruit + orange + mandarin vodka
green apple + green tea + mandarin vodka
carrot + red apple + orange + mandarin vodka
red apple + pineapple + orange + mandarin vodka

The first one is my favorite from last night. Drink of the night? :)

The buzz effect is still a mystery. Due diligence? I am waiting for a certain Joplets.

Here are some more photos from OBBO.
Slaves at work.
Seeing double.

(with you) i'm hard core

Here is an edited version of the chat exchange I had with SG yesterday.

SG: I'm watching Shopaholic next week with my the girls.
TG: Hahahahaha. I see you have a session too.
SG: Yeah, it is a bonding movie.
TG: It is funny how if the two of us were to watch a movie it would most definitely NOT be the Shopaholic movie or something like it.
SG: Yup. And if we were going in a group I know of someone who would object.
TG: Well, I know of someone who would initiate watching it, and would pass it off as though it was my idea.

When I think about it, it is probably the kind of relationship that I have with SG. Although we are girl friends, we never do girly things that girl friends do (I am not complaining here, I am simply stating a fact).

What is it that we do? Nothing.

What is it that we talk about? Nothing.

Like Seinfeld.

favorite things

I think if I was to list down my favorite things, I am confident that super glue would make it there :)