snood addict

i am officially a snood addict. thanks to mary alice and connor's mom, i found this game and i am completely hooked. i hate you guys for that. check it out.


http://www.snood.com

tokyo tokyo

i would like to take this opportunity to extend my sincerest apologies to the management of Tokyo Tokyo SM Pampanga and Tokyo Tokyo Eastwood because right now, they are missing some of their order numbers (the black plastic thing with a number on it that they give you after you place your order so they know who ordered what) and it's all because of me.

well.. it wasnt entirely my fault because i only took one and the other two, my very good friends took for me. (haha)

moving on, i would also like to thank my college buddies for doing it first and for inspiring me to "collect" them. i would also like to extend my gratitude to Janis (haha) for getting me my last 2 order numbers. i will always keep them and treasure them forever.

thanks to nancy for reminding me of this precious keepsake that i almost completely forgot. here's to you! to all of you! thanks for helping me carry on with my evil plan of ridding tokyo tokyo of its order numbers.

p.s. tokyo tokyo, consider yourself lucky i migrated. or else, all my other minions will slowly "borrow" your order numbers till one day you will wake up and find that you dont have any of them left.

*evil laugh*

*evil grin*

new found yummy

i can use chopsticks! yes my friends, i ate a whole meal using chopsticks! it felt so liberating (idunnowhy) and i felt that i was in control! i used to be uncomfortable eating in japanese restaurants. and i dont really eat sushi. i just like eating at tokyo tokyo. whenever i go to there, i order the same safe thing eveytime. pork tonkatsu, beek something, shrimp tempura, red iced tea.. (yum, i miss eating there) who can say no to all you can eat rice and those sumo meals where you can eat to your heart's content or share it with someone for less than 100 pesos.

but now, i can actually eat most of the stuff in their menu.. well except for the raw ones, i can still taste the gummy salmon my cousin, kuya marty made me eat. *ugh* the japanese food in Hinode along Rockville Pike is so good. i can eat the rolls, the makis and of course the teriyakis and the tonkatsus. yey, im loving japanese food. and i want to think that the deep fried veggies are healthy for me. at least they're still vegetables right?

here's a little comic relief

thanks bryan for introducing me to these boys. now my nights will never be the same again.

a vicious cycle

i hate to admit that i always fall into this vicious cycle with this one person and i never know why. i know that if i start talking to him again, if i start seeing him again or if i start emailing him, i would end up missing him all over again and getting hurt a-gain! knowing all these, i still talk to him, email him, see him, think of him, dream of him and worse, miss him more than before.

in the past week, i talked to him again. i know, i know, i should bop myself in the head for doing that but i can't help it. im a weakling, a dumb-ass and a gullible sonofagun. our conversation was the usual hi-how-are-you-im-fine-thank-you conversation and it didnt last that long. it lasted long enough for me to still be thinking of him up until this very moment (that im even writing something about that gago).

why do i still fall for his fishing tactics (i should just shut up right?). he talked to me only to ask me of my current love life situation (which is completely and utterly non-existent). he asked me so much questions that i was irritated by it. i never asked him if he was getting any action or if he has a s.o. or just had one. what was he trying to coerce out of me by asking me like questions?

so far, i've lost count on how many times he cast that freakin spell on me. he didnt force me to talk to him, he didnt force me to answer his questions... but i just cant seem to say no to him. so, now, im still nursing that wound that he poked again and leftopen. maybe i should just cut him off completely.. oh wait a minute, i already did that (dammit)

aren't they the cutest little things?

these are my lovely pamangkins and all i want in the world right now is to be with them, hug them, be the atribida tita that i am and give them warm fuzzy hugs and pinch their chubby cheeks!

i will see you soon camille and mariel :)

cheers

here's to friends, old and new.

i miss all of them.

i hope i get over this loner mood soon.

backdraft

it never ceases to amaze me how smart kids can be. being with kids everyday make me appreciate the small things in life that most people take for granted. my little connor is all grown up now. he can string together words to create sentences and he's not even 2 yet! here is a link to his site so you can check out his pics and videos --> www.rootstein.net i hope his mom and dad dont mind me posting this here :)

anyway just finished another work week... that's my life here.. counting the days till you get another paycheck, pay bills and then count days again. it's not as lonely as you would think it is but there's something missing (and i don't mean a significant other). back in the philippines i used to work 9 hour shifts, sleep through my 3 hour commute going back home to pampanga then sleep for 5 hours, wake up and bond with the family then sleep through another 3 hour commute going to libis then work again and the cycle goes on. i feel like i threw away almost 2 years of my life because of this routine. but what the heck, my working in global did a lot to shape my character. i became tough and aggressive ( or so i think) and i made lots of good friends (most of them i still keep in touch with) and i found my passion in life.. FOOSBALL! haha im grateful that global taught me how to play foosball. now i can kick some american ass in foosball. kulang lang ako sa practice hahaha. this weekend im just staying home. sleep in and watch t.v. till i fall asleep. that's the life. that's my vacation. i've never been to a real vacation for a long time. my last real vacation was May 2004. Boracay. *sigh* i miss the beaches in the philippines. my trip to boracay (which my mom paid for and confirms that im a spoiled kid) was one of my best getaways ever. i was feeling adventurous since that was my last month in the philippines, so i told my mom that i want to try the new RoRo that's being oh so glamourized (if there is such a word). but im telling you, there is nothing, absolutely nothing glamorous about doing the roro. you get on a crappy bus in cubao, go to batangas, get off the bus, get on a stinkin' big boat, find a place to sleep (or a spot on the floor) no beds, no airconditioning, then get off the boat, get on the bus again, go on a gawd-knows-how-long bus ride to another boat, sleep on the floor again till the morning and then you're in caticlan. *sigh* but it was all good. i had good company and he didnt stop shooting incriminating questions at me (which i gladly answered) about our past. it was his time to get back at me for what i did ( or so he claims that i did, which i didnt!) to him in the past. that's a different kwento. not that you'll be interested in reading about my past ;)so now, im just enjoying my life as it comes. im ready for whatever that higher being throws my way. *looks up* just be gentle ok? :D

i can't seem to shut my trapper up

yes, i have found new freedom in this blog. nobody i know knows i have this. so i can say whatever the heck i want to say. well, i will probably blab that i have a blog to a few close friends and not that people really care to know what i have to say :D so it shouldnt really matter.

so then yes, i can't seem to shut up. i've always wanted to write about something. whenever my mind wanders, it talks and i can't shut it up. i have the most randomest thoughts in my head and they all lead to one person. that's right my friends.. all my thoughts boil down to one person, him. my dreaded past. then when i get the chance to write them all down, my mind goes all prissy and decides to block me off and my hand from putting all of her rantings in writing.

maybe i do talk too much. in the past, i found myself in umcompromising situations most of the time because i couldnt just shut my trapper up. i've always been that curious cat that gets killed in the end. i ask too many questions and learn too many things that i shouldnt know in the first place. but this, being the curious cat that i am, saved my life, or so i think. there was this one time that i trusted my instincts. i knew something fishy was going on so i dug a hole so deep that i couldnt climb out of it. all of it lead to a serious heartbreak. i sometimes regret questioning everything around me but if i dont, if i stop wondering.. then what would make the world go round?