In no particular order, here's what I am wanting:
1. Black patent leather pumps I've been looking for a pair since forever. The ones shown here aren't patent leather but they're the shape I want. Those are the Kasha pumps from Chinese Laundry. Another nice pair is Jessica by Jessica Simpson.
2. Nice tshirts Any nice graphic shirt will do. Shown here is We've Got Some Work To Do from Threadless.com
3. Potato chips Any bag of potato chips will do. I like trying out any brand in any flavour, just avoid the Kimchi flavoured one by Oishi because one bag of that in this lifetime is enough for me :)
4. Bellbottoms
I just want bellbottoms. I just do. Hehehe :D
5. A mandoline I've been cooking all this bumming year o' mine. Is it any wonder that I want a kitchen gadget? I want a mandoline, a really nice one, coz I'm tired of slicing potatoes and onions by hand but not tired of cooking and eating them. Potato chips and onion rings for the gifter! :D
and the Original Motion Picture Collection too.
Sci Fi Channel Philippines has gone bonkers on me. I can't keep up with the schedule changes. Bad timing and wrong timing since I'm working on not being a lousy Trekkie. Pleases.
7. All 39 colours of Sharpie Fine Point Permanent Markers Nope. Not because they use them to do line art at Miami Ink.
This is the most expensive item(s) on my list. But it's makeup, COME ON! :D Pictured is the KVD Deluxe Uber Gift Set. Yum!
9. Bicycling and swimming lessons Because, for the life of me, I still don't know how.
Cats. In the Philippines. International cast. With Lea Salonga as Grizabella.
I super want to see this! I can't begin to explain just how much it pained me when Cats stopped running on Broadway. So this! This is like AHHHHHHH!!
Headless chicken moment.
That's me.
I have absolutely nothing to do. I have this shortlist of things to do but aren't urgent. I need magenta. I want mango shake. Must take up cycling. Go to church and offer time. I want to explore Manila. I need a new pair of shoes. Ride a bus end to end. Rollercoaster.
These days all I got to do is wake up before lunch runs out and the only regular thing is Star Trek. I think I love it but I need more.
- I'm 23
- I'm 23 and I've never held a job. Ever.
- I'm 23 and I'm still on allowance.
- I'm 23 and I'm in college still trying to get a degree.
- I'm 23 and I'm in a university that just won't give.
- I'm 23 and if I stay here, I'll be here until I'm 30.
- I'm 23 and I don't want to be here till I'm 30.
- I'm 23 and I need change.
- I'm 23 and I need an adventure.
- I'm 23 and I'm not staying. No.
So, Wednesday I'll find out if I stop or go. Stop and I stay where I am. Study. Go and I move. Learn.
I've thought this over and I really want to go.
 | :( | May 23, '09 2:14 AM
for everyone |
The verdict is in and April 30 wasn't worth it. I hope you realise how awful you make me feel.
| Thursday | May 2, '09 12:22 PM
for everyone |
To be honest this all started with my own want. See, I crave most anything. A food item, a show, a book, a song. That day I was craving to rollercoaster. So, I said so. With my luck (or perhaps my indulgent parents) my want turned into a full-on trip to drag my soon-to-be-an-adult kid sister to rollercoaster province so we could be amused.
My rapidly shifting wants and the plan quickly evolved into a surprise trip out-of-town, to a resort we’ve last been to 12 years ago. This has to be the most elaborate scheme I’ve ever done. Also the nicest, might I add. Covert meetings, shifty glances, murmurs and whispers all done hoping she doesn’t have a clue. I sneaked behind her back to snatch her friend’s number. We met and conspired on adding more accomplices. I met up with our aunt, my acting decoy, to discuss how we might bait and reel her in. My cousin and I travelled to plan our trail a week prior to the date. An exhausting effort we could only pray she’d appreciate.
D Day and everything that could go wrong, went. It started with rain. And then, our princess didn’t want to go to school. The fucking bank was offline, all of their bloody ATMs and lines and crap. Instant champorado is out of stock. The van I hired was on a deadline itself due to colour-coding. I forgot my toothbrush, rice, salt and coffee. The traffic.. oh fuck, I can’t even begin to tell you how bad the traffic was. I worried over the closing hour of Arabela.
We arrived at Liliw six hours later, after a supposedly 2-3 hours ride. Arabela was still open thanks to the Tsinelas Festival. We had Italian food which was heavenly after hours of traffic and junk food. (Arabela doesn’t need traffic and chichi to taste good though. They’re lovely as is and really cheap too.) The rain got the water all murky so we couldn’t swim just yet but when we did the next morning the water was as cold as we remembered.
I can’t say just yet that I enjoyed. I just wish it was worth all the trouble and all the stress because you were horribly moody and horribly horrible the days we were working on this.
And I didn’t even get my rollercoaster :)
Back when Gigil blogged about her World of Warcraft adventures I found it both annoying and pitiful. Right now I'm going to demonstrate how equally annoying and pitiful I can be.
First, let us point fingers. Vacation. Vacation is to blame. Double underline. Add in my siblings and cousins getting hooked to Mafia Wars and KABLAM!
So the adventure began with some unknown attacking my mafia to death. He was a level higher than mine. 14 to my 13. I tried to get back at him then but I lost and he sucker punched me. And I was liek* Oh no you didnt! with matching head shake. I bookmarked the #@@%^& and thought Babalikan kita leche!!!!
Today at level 17 I opened my bookmarks folder and clicked the one titled Rob K-nn-th. And rob him I did. I robbed his properties till each was out of business. And yey! I levelled up while robbing him too ^_^ I did some more jobs after that till I mastered Level 2 for both Street Thug and Associate job classes.
Then I went to rest. Rest means I went to bed and turned the TV on during which I channel-surfed to see a woman on Pinoy Binggo Night named K-nn-th. I laughed the most evil silent laugh possible. At this point let me show you how addicting Facebook is. I got online on my mobile to see that I got a Friend Request from a stranger named Jagoda. We have established in previous, more coherent, posts that I have an aversion to strangers. Click Ignore.
Two hours later I got hungry for dinner, ate and got back online.
2 hours, 54 minutes ago: You were attacked by Associate K3nn3th. You won the fight, taking 9 damage and dealing 13 damage to your enemy. You gained 1 experience points and $51,554.
2 hours, 54 minutes ago: K9nn9th tried to rob you! You fought off an attack on your property, dealing 27 damage to your enemy.
I totally understand why he tried to get back at me, after all each of the 23 times he's been robbed is because of me.. I hovered over his profile thumbnail and yes, the name that appeared is Jagoda. I laugh on the inside and my guts hurt.
Back to regular shit next time. Promise.
| :( | Apr 7, '09 2:14 PM
for everyone |
Ce n'est plus une farce. Je me sens très seule. My french sucks but let's let it slide just this once.
Today I feel like I have to be sad about something. So there you go.
I’m sad. Now back to your regular programming. What.
I just wanted to write. I haven't done much lately. I haven't been out seeing friends nor out getting coffee on a whim. The past week I felt useless. The operation got me so lethargic. I slept the week away doing nothing.
I'm not sure if it's only the stitches being taken out later today or the other tooth as well. Hmm. I'm hoping it's just the stitches coz I really miss eating what I want when I want. The operation also hindered the progress I have made regarding the cleanliness of my room. I want to finish cleaning up. The lamps are here (Yey Ikea! Thonks poronts!!) waiting to be placed on the desk and I really want to get started on my wall.
I haven't been out so I don't know how the orcs are doing. I don't know how much hope can will them into doing their oneshots.. Lately I've been worrying over the inactivity. What if when us ancients are gone they fail to pick up the pace? Ah, maybe I'm just worrying too much. I haven't anyone to talk to, and for that matter I can't really talk much.. Maybe I've been talking to myself too much.
It's Mabel's birthday today. She's 12 now. I was 12 when she was born. My birthday doesn't faze me but when my sisters and younger cousins turn a year older that's when I feel my age. Ah yeah, ancient. Hahaha.
I haven't smiled properly for a week. It smarts when I try. Shit, there goes my celebrity. Hahaha. We went to a children's party last Sunday and they served these really yummy ribs. I couldn't finish mine coz it put too much pressure on my jaw. If it's just the stitches I promise Mon that I'd bring her to try the grape shake at Pasto. I've only been there twice some years ago so I hope it's still the same. Mmm panini.
Really must sleep now if want to make my appointment on time. Ciao.
I just got a free weight-loss programme. Oh yeah. Wunnerful.
My lower left tooth of wisdom was extracted earlier today. It's one of those that refuse to budge, burrowing under a thick blanket of gum. While the process was fine it's really cumbersome to have a thick wad of gauze lodged in your mouth all day. The wound is still bleeding profusely and so my mouth tastes like iron.
I skipped on lunch today. I was exhausted didn't have the care to warm up some canned soup and wait to cool it down. I downed a painkiller, had a cold compress against my jaw and I slept.
I woke an hour ago just in time to warm up a can of Cream of Chicken and Mushroom. I'm just waiting for it to cool down. They're having barbeque chicken wings. Oh joy.
Injustice is when you just got done being sick for five days and your monthly arrives.
| :| | Feb 18, '09 8:07 PM
for everyone |
I am perhaps one of a handful of people on this planet who find themselves get stressed over the chances that they'll get stressed.
I am worried and scared to the shits.
I must say I'm rather glad that the questions have died down. It has been a nuisance getting asked every so often, and here mostly from people I'm not close to, How is your lovelife? When are you getting a boyfriend? Why are you still single?
Darlings, dear readers and unfortunate passersby,
I present you the top 10 reason why I am still chronically and teardroppingly a sleeps-every-night-on-a-cold-empty-bed singular.
10. My idea of wit is quoting Jerry Springer guests. 9. Sawdust is my natural scent. 8. I cluck like a chicken involuntarily. 7. I sing My Way during REM. 6. I have teeth for toenails. 5. I have glow-in-the-dark eyeballs. 4. I have metal detecting teeth. 3. I have the world's hairiest boobs. 2. My regular afternoon snack: skewered kittens. Live kittens.
And the top reason of my single-ness:
1. I haven't tried being otherwise and to be frank the idea scares me.
------------------- Yes, lovelies, this is inspired by Dave Letterman's Top Ten
I didn't want the list to be a top more than 10 but less than 15 so I'm adding here that I hardly ever crush on anyone. And if ever so it lasts a very short time often due to proximity. Must point out that people hardly crush on me too. Possibly the ratio of my crushing on anyone is directly proportional to the ratio of anyone crushing on me. Not sure though.. All this blabber may just be chocolate-driven hysteria.
| ngorngor | Feb 11, '09 5:59 PM
for everyone |
Ok so I'm still awake. I began staying up late thinking today's Friday and I don't have school.
Me: Oi, may GA mamaya ha. Wala tayong mapapakita.
Gigil: Ha? Diba Thursday ngayon?
I dint believe her so I asked Tita Belen.
I'm going to fall asleep any minute now which means I'm going to be absent again. I'm twice over pass the absence limit. Shit, I know. I'm just appeasing myself thinking that it'd have been shittier if I showed up at a non-existent GA later and a non-existent dinner out after that.
Ah, yes, I do fail.
So what if the awesome people are all there smelling all the lovely comic books and zines and artists and people? So what if two of my celebrity crushes, Milo and Seth, are there? So what if Templesmith, who I missed seeing when he was in the country is there? So what if all these other people, I can't go on mentioning them, are there and I am here in front of my laptop asking 'So What?'? There's supposedly a reason for everything, if so here is mine:  This is my class in third grade.
The previous afternoon we finally had the common sliver of time to catch up on each other. Some of us haven't seen each other since 2006, others since 2002 and most since 6th grade. It's amazing to find that the camaraderie was never lost. We are still the same old friends. Together we relive our 1990 selves. Damn good fun too, recalling our childhood, all the silliness, our innocence and saying 'Hey, that's was damn good fun!'
So if anyone asks why I'm not New York tell them that I was here. Being too young.
Party done. The whole time I just wanted to take off my bra and go to sleep. We have established that I do not like parties and can only socialise with a maximum of 20 people at a time. It's not you, it's me.
| Hello | Jan 30, '09 9:29 AM
for everyone |
Shit. Shits on a motherf-ing plane. Shit on a piano eating popcorn. I am intoxicated and therefore must state that I will never get married.
I Will Never Get Married Reason # 67: I have zero tolerance for overbearing relatives. Every family has one or some and I'm already struggling with my own bunch of overbearing relatives and can't take any more of them.
We're supposed to have an intimate celebration of my aunt's 49th on Sunday. Just us with lamb, lasagna and aspagus wrapped in bacon. Just yesterday a whole town invited themselves over and what's supposedly a party of fifteen must now bear 40. Shite. And here I am with a serious hate for crowds.
Shitittles Shitty Shit-shit.
I grind my teeth. I hate strangers. I have to be to unfriendliest friend you've ever met. More than strangers, I hate strangers I have to be polite to even when it's so obviously fake smile politeness. I hate distant relatives who have nothing better to say than: Oh you've gain weight! I brace myself, controlling the automatic Fuck Off! retort. These people haven't seen me for years, don't know my middle name and yet they feel that it's A-OK to say you're fat, or you're pimply or some other condescending comment.
I brace myself, praying that they're the same as the other side of my family: polite and educated and yet in the back of my head I just know that as much as I prepare for Sunday's battle I am going to be offended no matter what. Worse, whatever offense that maybe I was raised to take it respectfully, walking away with a smile.
So America ’s got a new leader. The Big Bad Bush is gone. Yay!
Since the world did that nicely enough can I expect that we rid of Tom Cruise and Rico Blanco just as smoothly? I will be eternally grateful.
My 35 year old cousin, Kuya Nyani, sold his Harley.. and their house in Perth, Australia for one-way tickets to Honolulu. His wife, Ate Fiona, their daughter Teya, their Jack Russell and him are flying to America to spend the whole year roadtripping across country, taking photos and blogging along the way.
“ABOUT YEARINAMERICA.NETA simple plan - the three of us and the dog spending a year in America allowing our passions free reign: travel, writing and photography.
An opportunity to expand, explore, chronicle, unravel, experience, encounter, connect, enjoy, reflect and witness... and just BE.”
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