The guy on the right… what’s his story?
Now about creativity…
Now about creativity…
Make your own here. C’mon, I know you want to!
I should’ve bought new polos since my office wardrobe needs to be badly updated. I should’ve bought new black heels since my current ones are worn too much. I should’ve bought a new shower curtain since the one we have is too short and water splashes on the rest of the bathroom floor when we bathe. I should’ve gone for that much-needed facial. I should’ve stocked up on bathroom stuff because my toilet paper supply is nearing its end.
Here’s what I bought instead:
Powerbooks is having a warehouse sale and so I got the stuff for 20% off. Yey! I would’ve bought more had I not imposed a budget on myself. I. needed. control. and. I. got. it. The warehouse sale has been extended till April 1. If you want directions, just e-mail me.
And while I have a lot should’ve’s, do I regret my purchases?
Got this from Friendster! After filling this out, I realized how much I missed college. I’d do it all over again, really. So here’s the Ateneo survey thing…
After our very first coffee date together, H gave me this sweet little present. It was the beginning of a very interesting courtship. The bear has been my work desk companion for four years now. Whenever I look at it, I remember the thrill of new love and the promise of a sweet relationship. I’m also reminded of the childlike playfulness we maintain in our marriage. Ah, sentimental musings!
My friend brought a bag full of chocolates yesterday. There were mini bars of Mars, Twix, Snickers, Milky Way and Bounty. Everything went quickly except for Bounty. Apparently our little circle of friends isn’t into the coconut-chocolate combo.
Is there a chocolate bar you’re not too fond of?
What’s their story?
It’s been a long week but a great one. Work was heavy but very much worth it — thank you to my teammates, you know I love ya! I got a cozy new look for my blog, thank you Kala! I have cute new kikay trinkets, thank you Andrea — I will post about these next week! I posted one of my favorite poems, Gabi, thank you Blogkadahan and special thanks to this theme’s moderator Dr. Emer! I got a relaxing Xiamen-style foot massage last night, thank you Feet For Us — I will write about this soon too!
I’m going somewhere magical this weekend. Hint. It’s got a wizard for a mascot and he wears a starry purple robe.
Happy weekend everyone!
I’ve been hearing about Cafe Lupe, a restaurant situated under giant billboards along EDSA. On a lazy Sunday morning, H and I decided to give this place a try. Click on the pics to see larger versions! We don’t want strained eyes now, do we!
If you’re coming from the Q.C. side and nearing Makati, this is what you’ll see. You can’t miss that giant billboard on your right just by the Guadalupe bridge. Stick to the right lane because jeeps and buses tend to either speed up or slow down (a.k.a. unload/load passengers illegally). It’s a test of driving patience. Cafe Lupe is right under those Goliath signs. The gate’s closed in the picture, but during regular hours it’s open and you can drive up the pathway.
Welcome to my newly decorated abode. Isn’t it awesome? There’s my virtual pet fish, my cup of tea, my journal and oh, me with two of my favorite activities: daydreaming and writing!
I have a very talented woman to thank: Kala. She’s a joy to work with, immensely talented, playfully creative and a fantastic visionary. Girl, thank you to the max galore. You absolutely RAWK. Hugs and kisses to you big time. Cheers to you!
And much thanks also goes to Christine, our Marikit hostess. She’s totally helpful, sincerely accommodating, keeps us Marikit sisters on our toes with updates and guides us well. Thank YOU, Marikit Ate! Cheers to you!
Now everyone make yourselves comfortable. I’m passing cups of tea around to celebrate!
One more take on Poverty: Gabi. This was a hard topic to tackle. While poverty is manifested in practically every corner of Manila, it surprised me that I had trouble funneling my thoughts. It got to a point that thinking about the country’s poverty was so overwhelming I didn’t know what to start with, what to rally for, what to amplify… and then it hit me. The evenings. Streets. Children. Sampaguita. The other side of the window. Read with me, and maybe together we can do something about the play that goes between red light and green light.
My poem is written in Tagalog. If you don’t understand the language, I’ll be more than happy to translate it for you; just let me know.
P.S. Tito Rolly wrote a poem in response to this. BongK wrote one too. They are two of the most brilliant minds I’ve met online. I am immensely flattered that my piece inspired them to write their beautiful poems. Salamat mga ka-berks.
When we were kids, my cousins and I would pick gumamela leaves from our grandparents’ backyard and mash them with a stone. We’d mix them in a little pail with some detergent and water. Why gumamela leaves? I think it was to make the bubbles last longer.
Then we’d take a stalk from the kamias tree, shred the leaves, then fashion the end into a hole so the whole stalk looks like a letter “P.” We’d dip this hole into the bubble mixture and have hours of bubble-blowing fun in the backyard.
We are all storytellers. We create stories even when the only audience we have is ourselves.
That thought entered my mind while I was walking down a tree-lined street along Makati. Hmmm, I wondered. Isn’t it interesting that we are quick to form stories in our head when we see an image or a situation that catches our attention?
A lady sniffing at the back of a chapel. I didn’t know what to do when she started crying. Is she heartbroken? Is she in trouble? Are they tears of joy because she overcame a tremendous obstacle? Should I offer her a tissue? She might think I’m nosy. Maybe she’s going through a tough time at work, her boss was mad at her and things spun out of control. Okay the stories in my head were going out of control and so I prayed for her instead.
A bus driver oblivious to the honking of cars behind him as he waits for passengers by a “No Loading” sign. I see this once too often. Most of the time they look like they don’t have a care in the world. Was this guy raised well? Did he have a happy childhood? Is he in dire straits that he needs to collect passengers illegally? Is he partially deaf? The honking continues and cars with red-faced cursing drivers pile up behind his giant bus.
A guy walking briskly with a bunch of flowers in his arms. Oooh is he on his way to court his lady love? Is this a peace offering because he’s late for their date? No better yet maybe he’s doing a Sleepless in Seattle/Love Affair thing — “I’ll meet you on top of so-and-so building at this time… and I’ll be the one with the bouquet of mums.” Awwww. Or what about he just realized that he does love this girl, but she’s at the airport already, waiting for her flight to the States, sad because she loves him back but wasn’t sure he felt the same way, so she’ll just marry the man her parents set up for her.
Or maybe I just have an overactive imagination and I like amusing myself. Just goes to show I’m never bored when I’m on my own, haha. C’mon admit it, you weave stories too, don’t you?
What’s her story?
What two words capture what I feel now? PAGODA PHILIPPINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s gay talk for “really tired.”
You can also say this: I’m so PAGODA COLD WAVE LOTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That means “super-duper-tired.”
I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday. The week is c.r.a.w.l.i.n.g……c.r.e.e.p.i.n.g….b.y……..
P.S. One of the highlights of my day: I got a note from this network site that a certain lady (you know who you are! )wanted to change our relationship from “online buddies” to “friends.” Awwww. That was so sweet. Mwah! Isn’t it wonderful how blogging can lead to budding friendship?!
Chicken Little and I are going on a trip this weekend. Pictures of his trip coming up soon! (Kung tuloy!)
I’ve been writing more poetry lately, one of which I wrote for our Blogkadahan’s theme on Poverty. It’s not yet up but please do visit what my friends have to say! This topic is one of the richest ones we’ve tackled and I’m proud of all our work. Different perspectives make for richer learning after all.
I haven’t been in a “wifely steps” mood lately. No cooking has been done in our new place, just a little cleaning and a lot of chilling out. My list of things to buy for our new home consists of the following:
-a mop with a pail (and that wringer mechanism so I don’t have to use my hands)
-a new broom
-a mirror for the living room
-a full-length mirror for the bedroom
-a container for my dishwashing soap, sponge and hand soap by the kitchen sink
-a table for my little stove — the one we have now is too high for me; I won’t be able to see what’s inside the pan!
-… the list goes on and on
Can anyone recommend a good floor polisher? And something that can take the stains from the floor out? There are little drops of what look like black paint or black shoe shine stuck to one part of the living room. I’ve tried scrubbing and scraping it off but it ain’t workin’!
You know SCRUBS right? I’ve been reading these quotes and been trying to stop giggling too loudly. I so love that show even if I don’t get to catch it that often. BOO to DESTINY! They don’t have Star World! Anyway SCRUBS is one of the wittiest and wackiest shows I’ve seen and it’s up there on my Favorite TV Shows list. Other shows I love that don’t get to watch anymore are One Tree Hill and Whose Line is it Anyway.
Ramble, ramble. Rambling helps ease stress in a weird way. You jot down all your disconnected thoughts and in the process declutter your brain of itsy bitsy things that just want to jump out.