Saturday, July 31, 2010

fondue at the Penn






Philip and I met back in 2005. We became friends, enemies, and now we are friends again. We love picking each other's brains. Here's one session of pick the brains we had yesterday at the Penn. Love the food, love the chocolate, love the ambience, and love the conversation. It was awesome!

Friday, July 30, 2010

and I will shower you with rose petals





I got into Lans' car and boom! It was filled with rose petals and when I looked at the backseat ... this is what I saw.

SWEET!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Banana Leaf with Jaye



pad thai and pineapple rice (above) satay (below)


There are some people you meet with whom right from the very start, you just click with that person. You just know that you have found a friend. And I think I have found one in Jaye.

Here are photos of us when we watched Inception and then ate at Banana Leaf. Yummy food, great company, fantastic movie!

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Zong dinner ...


I've been seeing this place since 2008 and never really got the chance to try it out. I had dinner here about a month ago and was not able to take pictures but tonight, I came prepared.


I love this picture. We took it immediately after getting out of the car since it was starting to rain already. I love how we look here; elegant right?

Do you see my legs? NOTICE IT! Hahahahaha ... I feel so sexy in this picture. Seriously. =p


And I love this photo of my sister. GORGEOUSNESS!

It was a very good dinner ... thanks to Lans who treated us. Love it!

love arts





Isn't he sweet?

afternoon delight






Last night, it was all about being creative and writing. I am trying to convert both B and K to be more in touch with their creative side since it will help them express whatever they feel better. I think I am succeeding?

What do you think?

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

FOURTH

So many nights, so many hours that lasted forever.

Nights that bore deep into my silent soul and
brought out a colorful aura i've never known existed.

I am looking up above with so many thoughts of you.
No longer shall i write an imaginary letter to no one.

Tonight, I write a real letter to someone
paragraph upon paragraph of words which paint
a portrait of a colorful insights of what
i feel and dozen fairy tales come true.

- - - someone wrote this for me. It's titled FOURTH because we met on the 4th of the month.

me, myself, and I






I went out with me, myself, and I earlier today. It felt good. I missed me. It was great just listening to myself and writing down my thoughts without feeling pressured to make small talk or be interesting to someone.

It was just me. It was just I. I loved it.

then and now ...

June 18, 2002

Who am I?

I'm a simple girl who used to be too naive for her own good. I believe in love and in happy endings no matter how many times I have gotten my heart broken, stepped on, spat on, and crushed.

I'm a model but I have a brain that functions quite well, thank you very much.

I am very opionated and have a scathing remark for people who do not know how to respect opinions.

I am witty which at times border on the sarcastic side.

I am funny, too funny at times that I almost always lose whatever poise I have gathered at the moment.

I am a daughter, a friend and a lover. I love my family, am very loyal to my friends and when I love, I love with abandon and with all of my heart. I do not hold back.

I am vengeful. I try to keep that in check but at times, I let it go, especially if the person deserves it.

I am a bookworm. I love reading books, I have quite a collection of them actually . .. . from Archie to serious ones like To Kill a Mockingbird.

I am a collector. I collect friends, I collect cards which have inspirational thoughts, I collect letters and cards given to me, I colelct pillows and I collect memories.

I am a writer. I write when I'm happy and most especially when I am alone and I feel like there is no one there for me.

I am a person with a heart who has been broken too many times. Way too many times.

I am scared. Scared of loving once again. Scared of getting hurt. Scared of crying once more.

I am me.
July 26, 2010
Who am I?

I'm a model but I have a brain that functions quite well, thank you very much.

I am very opionated and have a scathing remark for people who do not know how to respect opinions.

I am witty which at times border on the sarcastic side.

I am funny, too funny at times that I almost always lose whatever poise I have gathered at the moment.

I am a daughter, a mother and a friend. I love my family and my son and I am very loyal to my friends.

I am vengeful. I try to keep that in check but at times, I let it go, especially if the person deserves it.

I am a bookworm. I love reading books, I have quite a collection of them actually . .. . from Archie to serious ones like To Kill a Mockingbird.

I am a collector. I collect friends, I collect cards which have inspirational thoughts, I collect letters and cards given to me, I collect pillows and I collect memories.

I am a writer. I write when I'm happy and most especially when I am alone and I feel like there is no one there for me.

I am a person with a heart who has been broken too many times. Way too many times.

I am making a choice. I choose to not love, to never let anyone hurt me again. If you get too close, I will push. If I feel that I will be hurt, I will fight back and close up. I refuse to be hurt again.

I am me.

Monday, July 26, 2010

when beauty met the prince ...

It was a movie date gone wrong right from the very start. It was raining, I was not feeling well, I cancelled ... then changed my mind because the rain stopped and he was persistent.

We met at MOA, or rather, we were supposed to meet at MOA. What actually happened was I waited for more than an hour because he was late. LATE!

When he got there, he had a really charming smile which he used on me. It would have work, granted that I wasn't used to charming smiles but unfortunately for him, I was so it did not work. He bought the tickets and we watched.

It was okay. The movie was great and the company was too, if I was out with a friend and not a date. Was he good looking? Hell yeah! Was he charming? YES! Was he tall, dark, and a cutie pie? Yep yep yep.

Was I interested? To this day, I can't say. There seems to be something missing ... I still can't pinpoint what it is though. Too young? Too young looking? Too cute? Too charming? I don't know. Honestly.

So there we were, beauty and the prince ... together, but seriously far apart. Sigh.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

and I smiled ...

doesn't it look nice? I LOVE IT!

and books and CD from Powerbooks and Fully Booked

I just have the biggest grin on my face now. Thank you so much! You never fail to make me smile.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

the last airbender






We took out my sister to watch the Last Airbender. I honestly did not want to watch it for I have no idea what the movie was about. I have not seen a single episode of the anime and was expecting to be a downer.

I was so happy because I was wrong. I loved the movie. It was just about Book One and I am now looking forward to seeing Book 2 - 4. LOL.

My sister also enjoyed it a lot since we watched it in 3D and it was a first for both of us. We ate at Kenny Rogers and she had Yogurt after wards at Lulu Belle which didn't taste so bad. Overall, it was a really fun evening. Most importantly, my sister had fun.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

lukewarm coffee ... that no one wants

So maybe it wasn't a date? What is a date? A guy asking a girl out right? The guy making an effort to ask a girl out.

I was asked out. He made an effort. He said let's have coffee.

Maybe my expectations were a bit much? Maybe not. I don't think so. You asked me out, the least you could do is not make me pay for what I was getting. If it wasn't for you, I'd be somewhere else, doing something I enjoy on my own.

Anyway ...

So there I was ... and the conversation was pretty fantastic. Again, if I was out with a friend. The thing is, I don't even know if this guy is a friend so most likely he is not. He is someone I know. Someone I met.

So finally, I wanted to get coffee. Guess what? I paid for my coffee. It was one of those awkward moments in front of the cashier where you don't know whether to get your money out or not.

I HATE THAT! Seriously. Note to guys: Do it the Chinese way. Men pay. Guys pay. It makes things easier. Call me "makaluma" or what have you but if you are with a girl friend, a girlfriend, or your wife or mistress and its just the two of you, PAY! You asked her out, you got her to sit down and have coffee to talk about mundane things, PAY!

Maybe I'm getting too immersed in my family's way but I don't see anything wrong with it. Guys pay. My Dad always pays. When we go out, its my Dad. They go on a date, its my Dad who pays.

Maybe I've been burned by 2 bloodsucking guys before and refuse to do so now that's why I'm this vehement and have this violent reaction but really ... REALLY!

Sheesh. So there you go. Conversation, check. On time? Check. Chivalry? DEAD, DYING, ROTTING IN HELL.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Starbucks Citymug Collection (updated)


Back in 2008, I had a maximum of 8 citymugs. Now, I have more than 20 on my last count. This photo above does not include the 6 or more that I have added or rather, friends have added. I love it. It's growing bit by bit.

how things got better after I got dumped

2 months ago, I got dumped. Yes, I got dumped. It should have been the end of my life as I know it and I should have wallowed in misery and cried buckets of tears. After all, we were together for 20 months and I was gung ho on the idea that J was the one.

Well, he wasn't.

It was the first time that I got dumped in my entire life. First time. When he was breaking up with me, I was actually thinking, wow, so this is what it feels like to be on the other side of the fence. This is what it feels like to be dumped.

Looking back on what happened, I think I didn't have as much feelings for J as I thought I did. The mere fact that I was analyzing things as it happened meant that there was a sense of detachment already. I think my tears were mostly because I was so used to having him and I was so fixated on the idea that he was the one.

I cried that night, the next day, and on the one week mark. After, there were no more tears. I am shocked actually that it was so fast. My recovery was too fast that I started questioning how in love I really was with this guy. But that was 2 months ago.

Now, my life is so much better. It's still stressful at work but I am able to handle thing better now. I have my family to back me up at all times and I know that they will never allow anything really bad to happen to me. My relationship with my Mom is at an all time high which I love love love. We hang out more now and have bonding time. I am also more a sister now to my kid sis and a Mom to B.

Life is sweeter and way better. I jog at times, I look better, and I have a writing job which makes my head hurts but is oh so rewarding. I am able to use my skills and talents and I love it.

So yes ... getting dumped 2 months ago may have hurt but it was actually the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. I've realized that I deserve way, way better and I'm very happy that I now have my life back on track.

Cheers to getting dumped!

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Manila Ocean Park








Family time! LOVE IT!

It was unplanned but the good thing is it happened. B and K were so excited about the different fishes they saw ... my Mom almost touched a shark ... and my Dad looked like he was having fun. Even the twins participated in the photo shoot. Lans on the other hand was probably tired due to the fact that he kept running after B. LOL.