Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

I never thought I would find this novel an interesting read. For one, I bought this on sale which made me doubt the quality of its plot. But I was never the type who would judge a novel by how a writer moves within the plot. Everytime I read a book, I have two grand expectations:
  1. I expect the writer to write in an interesting manner (crisp and smart writing, that is) without compromising the main goal of the plot; and 
  2. I expect the writer to eventually inspire me via his/her writing style and the superbness of the novel's message.

With her bestseller novel The Secret Life of Bees, Sue Monk Kidd fulfilled my parameters.

Her writing style is admirable I was inspired until the last page of the novel. As I leaf  through the pages, the element of surprise was constantly there. The story was set in South Carolina in 1964, but Kidd managed to strike a balance between country style writing* and the contemporary stuff. And of course, the bees! It was very creative of Kidd to let these honey makers contribute so much to the story. I have not seen the film version but, come hell or high water, I will.

And with # 2, the message was crystal clear. No matter where or how you search for or understand your own biological mother, you can always find one in strangers. The sense of belonging respects no color or race. I think the classic issue of racial discrimination only plays a supporting role in this novel. Plus, the fact that Lilly Owens (14-year-old strong girl) is undergoing the usual enemies of adolescence only makes the novel a page-turner.


*If there's country music, then let there be country style writing too. LOL!

Tuesday Meme Express: Pacman's Vitwater Line


Every Tuesday, The Daily Meme suggests the readers to write a thought provoking meme in honor of the Meme express. On my way to work, I chanced upon a thought-provoking albeit amusing line of our Pambansang Kamao in his Vitwater billboard. Funny, right?

Vitwater and I share a somewhat memorable moment. You know, Vitwater was part of my four (4) Sunday kits last September 2008. Despite the fact that its color made me hesitant to go "bottom's up", I willingly brought a bottle to face the biggest mental battle in my life. So that's the amusing part. And now let's tackle the thought-provoking part. For a few enchanting seconds, I became challenged. With Pacman's face plastered on it and some parallelism*, I think this is part of my baby steps to box** all the imaginary demons along my way and pursue my dream. 


*I dunno what it is really. Peace!
**With the right attitude serving as my gloves

Monday, February 15, 2010

I'm Blogging About: Fruit Shaped Jelly Drink!

 Banana, strawberry, orange, grape and mango shaped jelly drinks

One of the best things about blogging is the freedom from any form of constraint. With this blog, I get to ramble anything about my life especially my cheap thrills. It might be something that is only funny or amusing  to me or simply mundane. 

On my way home, I found this Easy Open Fruit Shape Jelly Jelly (yup, this word was repeated!) Drink at a local drugstore slash convenience store. My original plan was to look for the generic-shaped Jellyace but, for some weird reason, they seemed to be elusive nowadays. Was it just me or it's not that popular anymore? Hahaha! Anyway, these cute fruit-shaped jelly drinks really amused my infantile self. 

As always, I'm looking forward to more fruit inspired shapes from Knotsberry Farm.*


* Oh no, not the theme park and the fruit jam maker. Check the spelling.

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief

I had the chance of watching this movie last Saturday in Gateway Mall with my brothers Jobo & Popo and nephew Dave.

But before that, allow me to rave about something lucky. In line with the celebration of  HVD, the Gateway Cinemas came up with some pick-a-prize promo. Two (2) tickets will entitle the ticket holder to pick a prize. Since we have four (4) tickets, we're entitled to pick two prizes. Popo, who proudly claimed that he's a lucky guy, volunteered to fish whatever prize in the bowl. (Fact: He was born on March 8, 1988, and "8" is said to be a lucky number in the Chinese domain.) It was also the eve of KHFC last Saturday, so after a unanimous vote, we let him pick the prize in bowl # 1. True enough, he was able to win two (2) Dairy Queen GCs for (cue suspense music) two Dilly Bars! He's a lucky guy indeed!

Okay, back to the main premise. The film completely reminds me of the famous Harry Potter. You know, a seemingly outcast kid who had an absentee father (HP, however, is orphaned on both sides.) got the biggest surprise when he learned he possessed magical powers. Fantasy stuff in the big screen. Plus, a great reference to Greek mythology was there, and it was enough to keep me wide awake all throughout. And Percy Jackson (PJ for brevity) lived in the Big Apple - a bonus  for me! PJ has Poseidon as his father, so that makes him a demi-god. He can control anything H20. Poor innocent PJ was tagged as the lightning thief by the great Zeus. Zeus told Poseidon that the lightning bolt must be returned to Mount Olympus before the summer solstice (10 days if I'm not mistaken), otherwise a great war will happen.


And boom! The next thing I saw, Pierce Brosnan (the handsomest James Bond I ever know) was on a wheelchair (posing as PJ's Latin teacher) and later a centaur* named Chiron (Camp Half-Blood's resident trainer). It got me thinking, "What have they done to my Pierce?" So PJ was sent to Camp Half-Blood after he witnessed his mother vanished in the hands of a minotaur** which, I think, was portrayed in a substandard animation. And a series of adventure ensued with his two companions Grover (PJ's protector/satyr***) and Annabeth (daughter of Athena). Goal: To get the three pearls which will be their return ticket from the scary underworld to reality. Said pearls are scattered in three states in the US of A.

The trio went on three major adventures for the, yes, pearls. Childhood adventure/ fantasy for y'all!
  1. A trip to a statue (?!) garden somewhere in New Jersey. Here, they encountered the evil Medusa. Uma Thurman was so convincing with all the almost real snakes in her head. I love the part where PJ used his iPod as his rear view mirror to escape Medusa's spell. Yes, they got the first pearl.
  2. Trip to Parthenon in Nashville, Tennessee. The music capital of the world. I suddenly remember my Uncle Jimmy who is based there. The trio is supposed to get the pearl from the crown of the giant statue of Athena. After battling with some multiple-headed monster (I forgot the Greek name. Sorry.), they got the pearl.
  3. Trip to a hotel casino in, where else but, Las Vegas, Nevada. After munching lotus flowers, the trio was left in a trance and were trapped in the casino for five days. A fatherly whisper from Poseidon brought PJ to reality and the trio successfully got the last pearl.

Then off to the underworld where Hades reigns supreme. The underworld was creepy, just like I had imagined in Greek mythology lessons in high school. PJ finally saw his mother. They used the three pearls as return tickets to reality. Grover, however, chose to stay in favor of PJ's mother. He had some flirty moments with Persephone who was being held captive as Hades' wife.

And so on and so forth. PJ battled with Luke, son of Hermes, who turned out to be the true lightning thief. Then PJ and Annabeth (she looks more like a goddess than her mom Athena) went to Mount Olympus. Here's the amusing part: So Mount Olympus is just way above the Empire State Building? PJ finally met his father and had a talk with the latter.

Then it's back to Camp Half-Blood where PJ and Annabeth will further undergo more training as demi-gods. PJ is now more confident to approach Annabeth. A hesitant loveteam at first.

The end.

And I better end this rambling. Despite some forgivable lapses, I'm looking forward to a sequel, actually.


*part human and part horse 
**a creature with the head of a bull on the body of a man
***a troop of male companions of Pan and Dionysus that roamed the woods and mountains. In mythology they are often associated with sex drive and vase-painters often portrayed them with perpetual erections.

Music Monday: Random 10

An officemate blogger sent me this link. I'm supposed to list down 10 songs that were on my weekend playlist.
  1. Seasons of Love (from "Rent")
  2. Light A Candle  (also from "Rent")
  3. Fireflies by Owl City
  4. Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson
  5. So Long Sweet Summer by Dashboard Confessional
  6. Bottle It Up by Sara Bareilles
  7. I'd Still Say Yes by Freestyle (Jinky Vidal's version, that is)
  8. Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
  9. La Vie Boheme (again, from "Rent")
  10. Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus
Truly, a meme a day keeps the boredom away!

February 14: Hot Air Balloon Fiesta & Barasoain Church

I have been very curious of hot air balloons. I wonder if all the actors in adventure films (e.g. Indiana Jones, The Mummy) actually took a ride on those giant balloons during shooting scenes. I wonder if they have handy parachutes in case trouble finds them or an evil flying creature will peck on the balloon and off they fall to rocky cliffs. Down, down, down. Pffft. Disaster. But no, scary things were set aside. My curiosity finally got its wish yesterday! My boyfriend and I went to see the last day of the 15th Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta in Clark Freeport Zone (formerly Clark Air Base) in Angeles City. 


We woke up at 2am and quickly proceeded to the Five Star bus terminal in Cubao. Mind you, it was really tough waking up that early, but I cannot afford to leave my wish unfulfilled. The bus left at exactly 3am, arrived at the Dau bus terminal at 4am, took a jeep to Clark main gate and took another jeep to the venue. The line to the ticket booth was already long that it took us almost 20 minutes to finally get the tickets. The crowd is majorly composed of urban young. Tickets were priced at Php 150 each.

As expected, a large crowd was formed in the area reserved for the spectators around 5 am. SLR camera users seemed to multiply all of a sudden. Of course, there are still a few digicam users around, myself included. Then a small airplane was seen hovering above and it dropped three flying thingies.

 


It's a bird, it's a plane! Nah. It's the skydiver flag jump portion by the Philippine Air Force. Amazing! The national anthem was then played while the Philippine flag became clearer in view. Simply awesome! 

In the take-off area, there were already partially inflated hot air balloons. One will not immediately appreciate the view, but the feeling of excitement to see the balloons up, up and away was there!


 

The hot air balloons came in different colors and shapes. I bet every child at heart will really say it was a feast for the eyes. The fun part was seeing the transformation of the hot air balloons: from being flat-dead on the ground, growing bigger every minute until finally achieving its final shape and up to the air. I learned from a quick detour to Wikipedia that a hot air balloon is partially inflated with cold air from a gas-powered fan, before the propane burners are used for final inflation.



 

These are common shaped hot air balloons preparing to take flight. That's Mount Arayat on the background, a potentially active stratovolcano and considered as a mystical mountain and the legendary home of the diwata Mariang Sinukuan. I cannot remember well my Filipino folklore 101 on this but I can still remember very well our family outing at the Mount Arayat National Park years ago. It was my first dip in a swimming pool in the island of Luzon, beat that.

  

These are the two of the most interesting hot air balloons that day. It's quite amusing to see the turtle's untied shoelaces and the smiley faced sun.

                                                        

These are the brave paragliders. They kept on hovering noisily above our heads which reminded me of jurassic electric fans. Hahaha!

                                          
Ebun-Ibon festival paticipants



A colorful hearts day to y'all!

I never grew tired watching these three balloons. They are certainly amazing!

  
Up, up and away!

Spot me!

The historical Barasoain Church in Malolos City



* Noypi, ikaw ba 'to? I'm fond of abbrevs lately.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Tooth Fairy: Magic Is Getting Some Muscle

(N.B. This is actually an overdue post. It has been filed as draft [photo only] for almost two weeks and I think it's best to blog about this ASAP. ~ The Authoress)

In all aspects, The Tooth Fairy seems to be a no-brainer movie. It's a movie which would enable you to munch on popcorn as many as you want or to even send a quick reply to a friend's SMS without getting lost in the story line. Ooops, the SMS part depends, however, on how you respect the term: movie etiquette.

Dwayne Johnson (a.k.a. The Rock) reminds me of Vin Diesel in another no-brainer movie The Pacifier. Why, you may ask? Muscles, the rebellious yet cute kids and some boring, wholesome romance with the leading lady. These three factors really hold some truth that Hollywood sometimes recycles movie plots to the point of becoming too achingly familiar.

My memory bank allows some deposits, to wit:
  1. Julie Andrews. Her portrayal of Lily, the head fairy, reminds me of her portrayal of Queen Clarisse Renaldi in Princess Diaries 1 & 2. She seems to remain regal and poised over the years.
  2. The tooth fairy weapons ( e.g. Shrinking Paste, Invisible Spray, Amnesia Dust, Cat Away, and mints that makes people bark like a dog). I'm wondering whether our country's folklore has a counterpart for this.
  3. The "dream crusher" scenario. I had a sinking feeling when Derek Thompson (The Rock's character) said to the kids that "there's no such thing as dreams". It's a good thing emotional bailout scenes soon followed.

As a general rule, I am not a big fan of surprises, but such rule admits of an exception -  Hollywood movie plots.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

What's Yours?

When I know nothing else, I know that I can answer random Qs.

Your cell phone? Practically defunct
Your hair? Used to be jet black, now corn husk dry
Your father? My knight in shining armor
Your favorite food? Spaghetti with meatballs and lots of cheese
Your dream last night? I was too busy sleeping I forgot what it was.
Your favorite drink? Del Monte Fit 'n Right Four Seasons
Your dream/goal? one of them = to go to Texas this year
What room you are in? Living room
Your hobby? Reading 
Your fear? Losing my loved ones
Where do you see yourself in six years? Still in urban zone as a lawyer/happy wife/lifestyle columnist with 2 healthy kids
Where were you last night? Home sweet apartment
Something that you aren't? A snake
Muffins? Corn
Wish list item? RT ticket to DFW
Where did you grow up? City of Golden Friendship
Last thing you did? Read Mo Twister's entertaining blog
What are you wearing? Jim jams
Your TV? Nope, not mine. It's folks'.
Your pets? Never had one.
Friends? They make my life so bitchin' fantastic.
Your life? A miracle.
Your mood? Fantabulously excited for some jetsettin'
Missing somone? Yeah.
Vehicle? I have to learn driving first.
Something you aren't wearing? Fishnet stockings
Your favorite store? Powerbooks
Your favorite color? Purple or pink
When was the last time you laughed? A few minutes ago
Last time you cried? 2 moonlit nights ago
Your best friends? Well-rounded and awesome individuals
One place you to go over and over again? the Big Apple, Gotham, the City that Never Sleeps, the Empire City, the Modern Gomorrah, NYC
Facebook? Love-hate relationship
Favorite place? Bohol

Whew! That was a bit reminiscent of those quizzes we used to do in senior high, but it's fun nonetheless.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Word Wrap a.k.a. Lunatic Charm

So some words kept on running to and fro my eyes. They came from various sources on my left, my right, above - everywhere. And then I thought it's better to compile the same and make a poem. This time it's very stream of consciousness, first-drafty type writing. There are times I feel all these mysterious words and have all these confusing thoughts bouncing around inside my brain, and the only way I can think to relieve myself is to jam it all out through my fingers. And click. Sort of like creative Tourette's or something. Whatevah.*

Pop goes the weasel on
The mermaid chair
Sent items made an exit;
ViewSonic them and
Return to list of posts.

Mickey Mouse,
save now!
Ready, coach!
Miranda warnings?
Restart later.

Required workhours per day,
Streets, sidewalks, curbs and gutters, public grounds,
Select.

Is this correct?
My account?
Help!
Monetize.

Search favorites;
Reply to all;
Type a contact to find
For follow up
Large mail, unread mail, junk E-mail,
Mail!

Snag it!
By category,
By company,
By follow-up flag.

Briefing stopped;
Open a shared calendar;
Meet now
For kids.

Motion to extend time.
Show time as: Free.
Post options.
(We) I value what you think.




*I cannot believe I wrote this. Incomprehensible? No. I call this as lunatic charm. Hahaha!

Season(s) of Love

Looking forward to the following:
  1. The 9th birthday celebration of my nephew Dave tomorrow (Februray 13). For sure his favorite food lumpia (spring rolls) will be present on the table.
  2. The Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta in Clark Field, Pampanga on Sunday (February 14, Happy Hearts Day).
  3. Lovers in HK adventure on February 23-25, 2010. Gouda, you want? Here it is: A mon copain, je t'aime avec tout mon coeur!
  4. The RENT musical on February 28, 2010 at the Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium in RCBC Plaza. I got my four (4) balcony tickets yesterday for my parents, my boyfriend and yours truly.
I'd like to end this quick blog post with a song from # 4. Oh yes, it's the title too. It perfectly suits the mood* for this month, despite the ups and downs. Spice up, they say.


525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? (3x)
Measure in love
Seasons of love.



525,600 minutes
525,000 journeys to plan
525,600 minutes
How can you measure the life of a woman or man?



In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died.



It’s time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love (3x)
Measure in love
Seasons of love (2x)
*For unknown magical reason, I feel better today than the previous days.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Gem of Thought: Perfect Love

The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

-Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker

All About October 13

I got this interesting information about my birthday from a random book in Booksale. The title of the book escaped me though.

Color: Turquoise
Number: 4, 13, 22
Stone: Turquoise - a stone sacred to Native Americans, used for protection
Flora: Pussy Willow
Animal: Iguana
Occupation: Company founder, politician, bouncer
Key features: Fierce, tenacious, powerful, naturally good at taking the upper hand when others show weakness

Character: You can be likened to polished steel, shiny, hard, and never rusty! You have a strength and power that are awesome and a little dangerous, but if you are one of the very few who are not in touch with their power you may feel totally victimized. You don't mess around, and with sheer gall and grit always rise to the top of the heap.

Life: You can be too single-minded and focused. When you are set on some goal or battle you forget about not only your own emotional well-being of those around you. You can transcend this and discover the way of the peaceful warrior if you try. Open your heart to gentleness.

Love: You crave security but once you have it, you tend to take your partner for granted or see them merely as extension of yourself. When you are in a casual relationship or chasing someone, you are much more loving and giving. An Aquarius, whose ruling planet, Uranus, is also your birth date ruler, would be very good for you.

Best present: Bubble-making machine, rose-quartz heart pendant.

Birthday share: 1925 Lenny Bruce, comedian, and Margaret Thatcher, former prime minister of Britain; 1941 Paul Simon, singer; 1959 Marie Osmond, singer.

On this day: In 1992, the pyramids, the Sphinx, and other monuments survived an earthquake in Cairo that killed at least 400 people and injured more than 4,000.


Wednesday, February 10, 2010

So A Bus Ride Made Me Think Of This?!

Like most people, I have a lot of random thoughts all the time. Sometimes I just keep them to myself, only to mourn them later when I forget them. For those rare times that I find my thoughts are publish-worthy, I think I should be able to put them here. I'm allowed to do that because it's my blog.  

On my way home on board a bus, I entertained some dreamy thoughts about some secrets. 

One of my deepest secrets is that sometimes I really just want to be a real grown-up. I know I'm already 29 and will be 30 soon but living in the metro, which is sort of like every rural girl's dream, makes me feel and act younger than my actual age. The hustle and bustle, the hype, the traffic jam - all these reverberates to the very core of my physical self and they serve as my instant age-defying vitamin. I feel old, however, when I'm checking out the hot buys of metro malls. I dunno why. When I see a pretty dress and it won't fit all right, I suddenly feel old blaming myself for not watching my diet. When I survey the shelves in the surpermarket, I feel old when an inner voice tells me to stop buying junk foods. Health is wealth. When I face the mirror and see some fine lines in my forehead, an alarm clock would tick inside my head.

Then being a real grown-up leads me to one nagging thought. I'm holding my breath for the consequences of this honest blog of mine. OK, I'll spill now.

All I really want is to meet the man I'm going to marry and start growing up beside him. I want to call him from work to see how his day is going and then he'd ask me the same. I prefer actually if he'd call me first. I will tell him I'm having a bad hair day and that my head is very itchy due to dandruff (one of the ill effects of random searching of hair shampoo in the grocery aisle) and he will tell me to keep quiet and tell me how pretty I am. Then I want to go home to our adorable house and find him there, cooking dinner and listening to our common favorite artist. Surprise, surprise, he'd say. His work allows him to go home early and he thinks of his lovely woman while driving home. And then I'll drop my shoulder bag on the sofa and walk over to him and he will hug me while he drops the pot holder. I want to tell him that it's my turn to cook and that he can go to the living room and watch TV. With the absence of intelligent TV shows, he will put off the idiot box and will ask me, over and over again, how my day was, who the monsters of my day are, while kissing me.... I'll let my imagination run wild here at this point. And then dinner will be left cold in the kitchen.

I want to wake up beside my man every morning and laugh because he fell asleep in the middle of our big bed. I want to reach over and try my best to move him beside me, and I want to hear him grumble sleepily in protest before he rolls over and wraps his arms around me. I want to sigh because I know he will be asleep again within a few seconds. He is. I want to slip out of the bed and go to the kitchen to make coffee. Now, this is something I have always so equated with married life* - making coffee while hubby is still complaining why the day started so early. Then I'll switch on the TV for some mandatory morning noise. I will write a short note in a stick-on  colored sheet and press it to his coffee mug: A few months ago, I would sit on the bus and dream about you, whoever you were. Now you're here, and turns out the universe is way better at making this stuff up than my brain was. Want to have babies? Yes/no? Circle. I love you.


So a bus ride made me think of this?!



*The first time I thought of this dreamy thought I pictured that marriage will  soon follow, but heck, I typed "married life". Either applies, really.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Whipping Up Pinoy Spaghetti on a Hot, Hot Sunday!

One of my favorite things about being home on a lazy weekend is whipping up one of my favorite dishes in my twentysomething life --- spaghetti! I prefer, however, the Pinoy version with hotdogs and the sweet style sauce. In addition to that, I'd like the kitchen goddess in me to slowly come out of her shell. I used to be a kitchen disaster. I burnt several meatballs, pork chops and scrambled eggs in the past, but practice makes perfect, so goes the cliche.

I so recognize my old self in dishes-gone-bad scenes in the movies and soaps, but I have long since stopped caring about what other people (including my boyfriend) think about my kitchen prowess. I mean what is this, impress your man thingie? Wow. But hey, if it makes kitchen snobs feel superior to label kitchen newbies as simpletons, then whatever, man --- LoOk Im A HuGe sPaGhETti FaN aNd I cAnT SpeLL. Or CoOk. LOL!

Behold the pics we took while whipping up Pinoy spaghetti on a hot, hot Sunday. Summer's already creeping in nowadays.

My boyfriend cooked the spaghetti noodles so perfectly...


... I crowned him the... 


Oh no, this is true to life. No drama, I assure you. From garlic, onions, bell peppers and hotdogs... Hey, where's my crown?


 The fragrant and garlicky Gardenia toast...


This is the only shot I managed to take at our joint creation. I know it won't pass the aesthetic department of any culinary arts school but we love our own. It tastes better than it looks. LOL!


Looking forward to another kitchen test.

To the four corners of our kitchen... I am, now and always, majorly yours.

The Amelioration of Goya Choclits Part 4

And I thought I had enough of this childhood choclits. I was browsing the shelves in Shopwise Cubao when I saw another batch of Goya. Yey Goya!

 
 Goya Pretzel Twists in Cream White Chocolate, Dark Chocolate and Goya Chocolate (the classic Goya taste, that is)

 
Better late than never. This is the Dark Chocolate Nuggets. If you've been paying close attention to my Goya series or you're simply a Goya fan like me, you'd noticed that Goya has always three varieties for each product: cream white chocolate, dark chocolate and the Goya chocolate (classic!).

Suffice it to say that I'm looking forward to more Goya varieties. And I also want to remember that one day, I will look back on these Goya related posts and realize how special they were, and how important. I can't know now why these choclits are important, but one day, if I'm real lucky, I will.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Cheap Thrills in Life Series: Claudette's Cloud 9

A quick Google search would reveal this definition of cloud nine (lazily spelled as "cloud 9") --- bliss: a state of extreme happiness. This definition turns out to be surprisingly accurate for Claudette's semi-sweet chocolate cake called Cloud 9!

Cloud 9 Cake
Claudette's (I Cakes)
Valero Street, Makati City
Php 370

The cream filling complements very well with the chocolate cake. It's not too sweet for my taste buds and it's not too pricey. If the latter's not true, then I guess this cake would've never landed in this series, right? I'm even tempted to add an entry here. In food, Cloud 9 is a staple dessert in Netopia's gatherings. But I won't unless I want netizens to have eyebrows crossed out of cluelessness. LOL!

Urban Dictionary Just Made My Day... LOL!

Sheer curiosity made me do this and the spirit of vanity whispered to me as well. I remember I used to browse this cool wordkeeper when I was working my butt off in a law firm in 2008. The giveaway pressure and tension (all because my boss was so, uhm, bossy, to put it mildly) prompted me to search the random definitions of words as my icebreaker. I never thought, however, to search for my own name. And for now, Urban Dictionary just made my day, fellas

1. Whoever submitted this entry to Urban Dic deserves a hug and a kiss from me. I owe you one! You're also unreal, buddy! And because of this, I forgive you for some minor lapses (e.g. lack of apostrophe and the misspelled "dam". Oh damn!) in your entry.

  

2.  See # 1 for similarity of my thoughts on this.


3.  A big Whoa! I think this honor of having my name defined so erotically goes to none other than... I'll keep you posted. LOL!


4. Creepy silence. This is NOT me except for sweet and smart. Thank you.


Now go Urban Dic your name!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

If Only These Breads Can Talk

BreadTalk, a bakery of Singaporean origin and famous for its glass shelf and rack display, is a familiar spot everytime I go home. I usually drop by at the Gateway branch for two things: first, earthquake cheese loaf for Annabelle Rama and, second, hot floss for Papa. But this time around, I opted to buy the cartoon faces-inspired buns. I find them too cute to eat, so much so that I took pictures of them.

  
This is Mr. Beans, a bun filled with red bean paste.

This is JJ Baby, a dark chocolate filled bun. With its pointed top that resembles baby hair, this bun reminds me of Jack-Jack Parr from The Incredibles.

 
This is Choco Bear, a milk filled bun. The cutest of them all!

If only these breads can talk... I'd be horrified! Kidding.