very funny ;))

right. you have to let me do this for you guys. you, me and fiolo together. let me do your star matrix for you. it's hilarious.

among the things that you can find out are from your universe (the people around you), who are most like you? unlike you? most like each other? from the way you perceive them of course, so it's very subjective. which is the entire point :D

also, you can see who you perceive to be the most masculine, the most feminine, and even the traits that you see as masculine or feminine.

also, who you love? who you hate?

also, you can map out everyone into the good, the bad, and the beautiful.

for starters, i've found out i am most like most intelligent person (gemini sister of the coven ;), employer (Capricorn ex-boss), and others i can't quite remember but you get the drift. wahahahahaha hilarious ;)) scary women all.

my ideal self is like most successful person -- my favorite teacher last semester which makes sense.

lover is somewhere in the middle of people like and unlike me.

let's have fun, shall we :D

no i'm not fine but here i am :)

dear tita eds,

salamat nga pala sa pagtext mo. hayaan mo naiisip din at naintindihan kita. alam kong malungkot talaga ang pagbalot ng dilim sa paligid at ang lamig na nanunuot hanggang ... hanggang sa pag-inom ng isa pang tasa ng hot chocolate. (teka lang, nilalagay nga ba sa tasa ang hot choco, o sa mug lang talaga yon dapat ilagay? :P) hayaan mo at sabay na naman tayong nalulungkot. ikaw dahil sa pagkawala ng init ng araw, ako dahil ... sa wakas ay nahanap at naisuot ko na ang aking hinahanap na sapatos :P. noong nandito ka ay tsinelas, ngayong wala ka ay sapatos naman. salamat na lamang sa aking dalawang paa. ewan ko na lang kung hindi dahil sa paa, baka tuhod o tenga ang mapag-trippan :P.

huhuhu sana'y nandito ka. samahan mo kong tumunganga sa katahimikan, maglakad ng maglakad hanggang sa Pasko na. tapos? tapos wala lang, eh di Pasko na :P. bilhan natin ng bagel ang iyong pinakamamahal at polo na tama ang sukat ng haba. hehehe.

ok ba yon? ;)

nagmamahal,

tita vv

p.s. kasalukuyan akong umiinom ng hot chocolate na nasa ... BASO :D hehehehe.

a long lingering tale mostly of no consequence except to me

a few weeks ago i told myself to buy myself a book on the enneagram for christmas. i've been curious for the longest time what enneagram type i am. i wanted to take the enneagram class last summer but duties and responsibilities hindered me from doing so (I REALLY WANTED TO). and teachers last semester kept bringing the enneagram up.

today i got this sudden hankering for fuschia sneakers. especially because i wore this powder blue dress. (don't mind the frivolity too much, i genuinely need a break these days.)

so i fixed my route to include the mall, and stopped at six stores that could have possibly carried those fuschia sneakers but they didn't have it in my size. on my way to store three, i went past a book sale, glanced at the window, and doubled back in one second. one enneagram book for sale for P290 (brand new ones sell for P800 up). with a nice fuschia cover. (nice touch eh?)

four shoe stores after the book purchase, i sat down for a bite, sans shoes, and started reading. i read very quickly, i was due at school and was in a hurry to discover my enneagram type. ran off to school wondering why while i could relate with some types i read, there didn't seem to be one that was mostly me -- the good the bad and the beautiful, so to speak ;).

tonight, i KNOW it. at the very end of the checklists and the descriptions, i am type one. i know it even more from reading the recommendations for type one personalities. i'm sure you'll agree :D here goes some of "my journey" (from Understanding the Enneagram by Don Richard Riso):

1. Learn to relax. Take some time for yourself, without feeling that everything is up to you or that what you do not accomplish will result in chaos and disaster. Mercifully, the salvation of the world does not depend on you alone, even though you may sometimes feel it does.

2. You have a lot to teach others and are probably a good teacher, but do not expect others to change immediately. What is obvious to you may not be as obvious to them, especially if they are not used to being as self-disciplined and objective about themselves as you are about yourself. ...

3. It is easy for you to work yourself up into a lather about the wrongdoings of others. And it may sometimes be true that they are wrong. But what is it to you? ...

4. Your Achilles' heel is your self-righteous anger. You get angry easily and are offended by what seems to you to be the perverse refusal of others to do the right thing -- as you have defined it. ...

5. One of the most difficult things for Ones is to learn to allow people to be as they are and to come to decisions on their own. ...

at their best, Type Ones become The Wise Realists practicing tolerance. At their worst, they are The Punitive Avengers (with seven other levels in between).

*************

here are some recommendations for Type Fours:

1. always remember that your feelings are telling you something about yourself as you are at this particular moment, not necessarily more than that.
2. avoid putting off things until you are "in the right mood." commit yourself to productive meaningful work that will contribute to your good and that of others, no matter how small the contribution may be.
3. self-esteem and self-confidence will develop only from having positive experiences, whether or not you believe that you are ready to have them. therefore put yourself in the way of good. commit yourself to something that will be good for you.
4. avoid lengthy conversations in your imagination, particularly if they are negative, resentful or even excessively romantic. these conversations are essentially unreal ... instead of spending time imagining your life and relationships, begin to live them.
5. talk openly with someone you trust. ... you need both to express your feelings spontaneously and to have someone react honestly. you may well discover that you are not as different or as much of an outsider as you sometimes feel you are. paradoxically, one of the surest ways of "finding yourself" is by being in a relationship with someone else.

womanity/ witches

Hermione burst into tears.

'There's nothing to cry about!' Harry told her, bewildered.

'You two are so stupid!' she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug, and dashed away, now positively howling.

'Barking,' said Ron, shaking his head. 'Harry, c'mon, they'll be putting up your scores ...'

-- the Goblet of Fire

ay!

brownman revival makes me laugh ;)). tara let's (wish it need not be at X though, that's like inhaling pure smoke.)

INTRO
Uno, dos, tres, kwatro


CHORUS
Lintik na pag-ibig
Parang kidlat
Puso kong tahimik na naghihintay
Bigla mong ginulat


'Di ko man lang napansin ang iyong pagdating
Daig mo pa ang isang bagyong namuo sa malayo
Ihip ng hangin biglang nag-iba
Sinundan pa ng kulog at kidlat
Sa biglang buhos ng iyo sa akin
Ako'y napakanta


[Repeat CHORUS twice]


Mga halik mo't mga lambing, inuulan mo sa akin
Binabaha, binabagyo na ako ng iyong mga cariño
Nananaginip ba ako nang gising
Ay, tinamaan ng magaling
Nadali mo ang puso ko ng iyong kidlat


[Repeat CHORUS twice]


AD LIB
Lintik, lintik, woh woh woh
Parang kidlat


[Repeat 2nd Stanza]
[Repeat CHORUS twice]


Lintik, lintik, woh woh woh
Parang kidlat

please show up

your presence is important :)

there's also a politics to presence, the politics of showing up.

for instance, my big boss of two weeks, almost hyperventilating from his work anxieties, wanted me to be there in his presence working away on this one particular day. though i wanted to indulge him just to reassure him that everyone was on top of the paper including me, i wasn't free that entire afternoon, so i walked past his frown and out the gate.

(i was sure though that the world would continue to turn without me that afternoon... i had done my part, and it was the others' turn, and i would be back on track the next day.)

but i understood -- having learned this the hard way long ago -- that sometimes it's necessary or diplomatic or reassuring or political to be there. or at least let others know where you're at and how. if, for no other reason than to make them feel better :D.

whilst

sounds like a combination shush-and-pssst (shut up but take notice....wwwwwhhhilllssst)

whilst is the one word i have as yet to think to use in all that i have written in my decades of existence in the wide wide world... whilst :D

whist i may not have done so, "whilst" was the favorite word of the bevy of writers that came together to work on the synthesis report of ngo's to this zerten bank on its policy on tubeeeeeeeeg (as in "tubeeeeeeg, ano ba iyan wala na namang tubeeeeeg." or "tubeeeeg ang mahal na ng tubeeeeeeg.").

so there. whilst there were the many who helped in bits and pieces, after sitting in front of Fiolo laftaf for 13 hours straight, more or less excepting the times i got water, coffee, gobbled dinner, and went to the "washroom", i found myself at three in the morning typing THE VERY LAST PARAGRAPHS that were being debated, discussed and dictated to me by three MEN, one sri lankan (amusing), one british (bright), and one dutch (my favorite).

and the punchline is, just at that particular moment, they were brainstorming the ngo recommedations on gender.

wahahahahaha. three dedicated men and the braindead feminist typist. ;))

"frendz"

roommie arrives. dumps bag. "want some food for the gods?"

"no thanks."

roommie (didn't hear my answer): "i bought it as my Christmas gift to you."

me (louder, with conviction): "NO."

what food for the gods? wahahahaha ;))material girl.

********

in retaliation, universe sends me an email:

Only our true friends tell us when we have a dirty face.
Sicilian quote

yes. that's what today's futureminder email said to me. wahahahaha.

********

true friends know when a song is your song. thanks for the download, dd ;)!

********

p.s. errr, akira, i disagree. i don't think having issues with the term "manhole" is hardcore feminism. maybe OC (like your wiping the wet table thang that i do too to my amusement) but not hardcore, no. now, if only men only fell down manholes! ooops, maybe that's hardcore feminism? hahahaha. man-hatred, more like. :)

kabilugan ng buwan

elegantly_wastedlady: eto po-ako inaaliw ko sarili ko at nalulungkot ako
themundaneandthedivine: sige aaliwin kita ng mga kalungkutan ko
themundaneandthedivine: hmmm nakakaaliw ba yon?

dear ms. elegant,

naalala mo yong librong binabasa ko once upon a boracay? (naalala ko ang mga bakasyon dahil sa mga librong binabasa ko habang gumagala). yong tungkol sa mag best friend tapos binabasa ko pa nga sa inyo habang tayo'y nakahilata sa puting buhangin ang mga nakakatuwang bahagi. katulad ng pagkuwento ng main character kung paano siya pinalaki ng dalawang babae -- ang nanay niya at tita niya at kung paano magkaibang magkaiba ang magkapatid pero natutunan niya sa dalawa ang kanyang mga kailangan matutunan tungkol sa buhay at sa kanyang sarili? at di ba natuwa din ako sa kung paano niya pinakilala ang kanyang asawa dahil sinamahan niya ito ng kuwentong astrology?

naging absorbing masyado ang nobelang yon dahil naging malagkit at masalimuot ang istorya simula sa bandang gitna. naalala ko kasi doon sa huli kung paano hirap na hirap siyang ipaliwanag sa asawa niya kung paano nahihirapan siya sa tuwing tila pumapasok sa black hole ang kanyang partner at nakaiwan siyang nakatanga. iniiba iba niya ang kanyang reaksyon. merong nagiging malambing, merong nagagalit, merong pabaya, merong tila hinahatak niya muli ang kanyang asawa sa agos at daloy ng buhay. naintindihan niya ang asawa niya pero ang gusto niya lang sabihin, may sinisingil din sa kanyang kalakasan ang mga ganoong pagkawala, at kung sana lang, huwag naman lagi, o di kaya'y huwag na lang. siya kasi ang sumasalo, siyempre kailangan may sasalo, at kahit papaano may hinihinging bawi ang mga ganitong kaganapan. may bumibigay din doon sa nagbibigay.

nagustuhan ko kasi ang nobelang yon. naalala ko siya sa ngayon. naalala ko rin na pinabasa ko sa yo iyon at sabi mo, nagustuhan mo rin.

nagmamahal,

mundane

just a thought

under construction:

in the process of
rearranging recreating our minds
our hearts our bodies
our very cells minutest of personal details
our spaces our time our lists
in order to accomodate, errrrr, embrace
each other. to be like
velcro: detachable/attachable. careful,
souls are silk, and velcro has ruined many of my bikinis.

thank the angels.

Too many ILYs in one bad poem

I love you
says my spirit but I hesitate to say,
so soon after an altercation,
where it could be: released:
one, grease for the pan, ingredient for smoothing over
or two, blackmail for peace a bribe for renewed affection.

Not that.
Not now anyhow.

I love you.

Like the smell that wafts from freshly baked banana bread (mmmm);

Like my smile on overhearing something funny,
the child chasing his sibling down the carless street, screaming mali ka! mali ka! (the judgments one so young learns to make!)

Or my taxi driver and I grimly amused on hearing the radio announce a rally exactly where we’re going
(but I knew, I was, in reality, going there; just that taxis have been known to refuse on hearing that street name, what more with a rally there).
Or how when we got there, the traffic flowed, all’s well and everybody’s happy: rallyists, driver, moi.

I love you: the child’s singsong voice, when he’s freshly scrubbed and ready for school when the sun rose in the East barely an hour ago (oh what do I know).

But that it is so.

hmmmp.

i am seriously disappointed.

my bid for geekdom has been temporarily thwarted!

HA!

double HA! (haha!?! lol ;)) )

generally, i got grades a step lower than expected, so i probably have a better opinion of myself. hehehehe!

but anyway, for the record (LOL), it's A-, B+, A-, and an A, according to my sked last semester. and the thing i am most happy about is the A, of course :D. i think i predicted an A, A-, A and A-. ;))

as for other letters, congrats to the cheerers and cheerleaders of yesterday's O-U-S-T pep rally. what a pretty lively sight! :D

as for still other letters, i really like being de facto team member (often without my knowledge hehehe!) over there at C-A-T-W. looking forward to 2006 with you ;) (HB take note).

o siya lalalala, i have to earn more money to buy more tsinelas, and carry out my geek girl campaign. i leave you with vika's words of consolation: "Haha ok na yan, d rin naman cool matawag na straight A student. :)"

*insert bitter laughter here*

;))

you know it's a 'war'

situation when, despite my vast humongous bed, and the dusty single beside it, i pull the folding tokyo bed into the bedroom, open it, dress it up, and lie down to rest my eyes.

this all means, all the papers i need (plus whatnot) are spread out on the vast humongous bed and i am seriously out of time, inclination, energy to move my papers off it to rest a bit because i am needing to stay up thru the night, and get on with this long winding story of how projects in the water sector in various Asian countries have failed.

i am seriously serious. lol. i am remaking several years' worth of karma tonight, i swear ;)

immersed in the world of Carol Shields (to distract me from unbelievable ADB hypocrisies)

"Thank you for releasing me from your loins," my middle daughter, Christine, said to me today, October twelfth, which happens to be her seventeenth birthday.

Loins. Where had she got a word like loins? "It's from Tom Wolfe's novel," she explained. "It means uterus. Or else womb."

She was standing in the kitchen and eating a breakfast of leftover pizza and washing it down with a mug of apple juice.

"You're welcome," I said, and then, to keep the rhythm of our conversation going, I added, "It was a pleasure."

-- excerpt from UNLESS, by Carol Shields (a lovely book btw)

Happy Birthday today to my first and only daughter, and sister, (hehehe), DUNI TAMARI. Those born on the 8's are somewhat espeyshal :D.

afraid

Back to Rhonda with the ringlets :) (yes, when Starting Over moved from Chicago to LA, life coach Rhonda started sporting ringlets. A bit disconcerting but hey, idol ;)) )

You know how it is, you started reading a book a few days back, set it aside, and then something rises to the surface in your full glass of water :P. In Fearless Loving, Rhonda starts by saying everyone lives in fear, and loves from fear. She asks, what are your fears about love? In effect, what are your myths about love?

Me: I love but I am always afraid that love will willfully hurt me. Like there you (I) am, loving, open, vulnerable, and love (your lover) turns around and bites you in the butt (buttbites you). I am always afraid of being surprised like that, so, often, particularly after bad moments (bad moments are bound to happen anyway, whether intentionally, unconsciously, accidentally or synchronously), I will say to myself, wag na lang. And withhold my love. Or try to anyway. Which could be a good or bad thing depending on the person I love, but especially if it’s a good person who loves me, withholding my love and trust just ends up hurting me and loved one.

A lot of this fear came from my experience with most difficult ex, where we would get together, and we’d be happy, and I’d be happy and trusting. And then a few hours later, or a day, or a week, I’d be with a gf, and this gf would know some things that bf did, and the house of cards would once again come toppling down. And the things that ex-bf did weren’t things that were or could have just been mis-read. He really did cheat on me, he was always hurting what we had, was very often bad, no ifs or buts.

I got used to hearing bad news, became expert at taking it calmly, suspending reaction, going on with my daily life. (And who sees how your spirit bleeds? Sometimes not even yourself.)

And before anyone goes and says, well it was my fault after all, I should have known better, blah blah blah blah, you should know that one shouldn’t be tried and executed for trying, trying again, going out on a limb, hoping, blah blah blah. After all, love is a process, it takes two to tango--- in this case, two plus plus plus -- and I eventually learned or as what often happens, was forced to learn :). Also, on hindsight, in the tradition that Rhonda is trying to spread, he was obviously operating from a lot of fear. More fear than I ever, would ever live with, coming also from his experiences of love and life.

But my point in bringing up the deader than dead past (alleluia) is that such experiences can very powerfully shape one’s notions and fears of love, and can greatly influence how one proceeds with life and relationships. Sometimes without me seeing it, it’s like I’m walking forward but with arms raised warding off imaginary blows. Which as you can imagine, is not a very joyful way of walking.

Remembering all this now makes me understand again what I am afraid of, why I’m afraid of bad news (because in the past, bad news came and hurt me), and why I am most leery of opening my arms wide for an embrace, and being willfully, intentionally, or thoughtlessly hurt still.

To each his or her own crosses, but we must rise :).

on the subject of matter

Rosie Spence lit a cigarette. "I used to come here sometimes with the man who was kind. He loved me -- I think now he did. I didn't see that then -- but I didn't see then how I could matter to anyone. D'you understand?"

- Mr. Golightly, by Sally Vickers

when my subconscious sings, i listen ;)

Still in all I'm happy
The reason is, you see
Once in a while along the way
Love's been good to me.

flowers for you

the Diego workshop at the Fourth Young Men's Camp. Each graduate got a certificate, and a flower. hehe.

search and rescue

on flights back from CDO, the hands that lug the baggage look out for escaping lanzones :D



and so did we


ALL GONE.

i learned

1. dear mum, after nine months, i finally took the time to learn to use the dustbuster. hehehe! in fact, i was holding fiolo laftaf upside down while chatting with roommie while using the dustbuster on it (not the world's wisest maneuver but fast). thanks for it :D

2. i've just learned that roommie was actually an ENGINEERING STUDENT for a year before she became a psycho. wahahaha, the things you don't know when you're preoccupied with your lovelife :D pity, i like women engineers.

3. i learned one other thing, i swear, but i forgot already :D

and, besides

the only reason i get so frustrated is because i want to be in a loving relationship with you. yes, you ralph macchio. yes, you johnny depp. (gotcha! ;) ... and besides in someone's laboratory, someone was seriously torn between patrick of the opera, and john high fidelity hehehe)

unfortunately, it can't be just on my terms. (sigh, that would make it all so much easier, hahahaha). nor yours. we have to make up our common terms. maybe we should have a business meeting. hahahaha. sit down and find something we can agree on, so each one takes and finds offense at less things in the future.

but it's true though. i do want to be in a loving relationship with you. can you see it? ;) can you feel it? ;) i mean, a loving relationship? :)

i spy with my mind's little eye ;))

a scary girl like me

aaaaaaaaaarggggghhh. this is a bitchy post, be warned.

i've had our "general" cleaner, the electrician and the plumber over in the last few days, and i'm just about tired of them all. introvert girl always has to work up energy and motivation to be able to sustain having to supervise many people in her own home, also called the place of rest and quiet where may it please me not to have to talk to a single soul for hours on end. i mean they're all nice but it's trying to "have people" for several days even if it's for my purposes such as a cleaner leak-proof house with lights. hahahaha.

(plus, i talked with the engineer again today after successfully avoiding contact for probably a year now, and he still doesn't listen. hahaha. probably his antenna was up -- uh-oh, there's this girl again who hates my guts).

i've also been bouncing from cleaning, to reading, to examining my conscience (must get to my nice racket NOW) and while i'm picking up some good tips and thoughts from Starting Over coach Rhonda in her book Fearless Love, it's also adding to my frustration (mostly because I wanted the book to solve my problems for me :D hahaha, but I discover that I already know a lot of what's in it, and think I'm living many of the ideas already. not all though. hahahaha)

anyway, now i know (as if i didn't) that i really want the 2 C's and 1 R. yes, i think only commitment, communication, and responsibility will work. commitment because with all the growing up that each person has to do in this life, and all the personal stuff that gets tickled when in relationship with another, it will really need commitment (stick-to-it-iveness) to be able to make progress (or rather a loving life and better persons). otherwise, a hundred fresh starts will do you no good. because people are "comprehensive" (hahahaha) -- they are never just wonderful, they're also annoying as hell. while you may want to cuddle with them 7 times out of ten, three times you want to throw them out the window. and the gap time may just be seconds. (oh yeah, i forgot the times when you don't really feel too strongly one way or the other -- to chuck or to hug, that is the question.) so only commitment ensures you're there for the comprehensive education program it often becomes (while joyful, fun and funny, also often boring, tiresome, and despite your best efforts, you may not often get good grades)

communication too because our ESP powers aren't as yet fully developed, and while there are a thousand ways to relate, direct, kind, loving and mutual communication makes up the bigger chunk of relationship. otherwise, if you weren't communicating, you would in fact be, by yourself, or with others. not together, in relationship. or more specifically, while i enjoy sharing about myself, and appreciate being remembered, it is not a relationship if you don't share about you.

and third responsibility. while i do many things wrong, it takes responsibility to realize that i don't really "do" those things to you. i don't make you feel what you feel, or make you react the way you do. it's you and your experience or your stuff that does that, not me. so, take responsibility. i am innocent.

and damn it, vice versa.

:P

super tired

aaaaaaargh. have been at work the whole day, sorting and filing my papers.

ALL MY PSYCH PAPERS ARE NOW FULLY SORTED, FILED, and dutifully STORED to keep away from dust, just waiting for the comps. hehe. (let's not talk about my other papers ;) )

my extra single bed is now fully visible ;))

i have finished crumpling and throwing out tons of receipts and whatnot.

and i have found the following:
1. the luggage lock i got from dad ;))
2. finally! my frequent customer spa card! hahaha.
3. my printer receipt so i can now go have my printer fixed

plus i have just been working on the bad girl scrapbook HB gave me in long-ago January. hehe.

plus Manong plumber and I were right, the leak to our first floor ceiling was coming from the neighbors. ha.

plus i am now fully apprised again of just where all my current files are (bills, bills, letters, pieces of my life).

but am so tired :(

all in a day's tiks ...

... email, chat...

*confirmd na July 16, 2006 wedding namin. hehe humanda ka pag may iba kang plano sa araw na to.
a long time gf, whom i shared my bed with, once upon a "homeless" time hehehe.

*tara! tara! tara! :) saan? saan? saan? :)
buddha excited to tell about her

*ate v, thanks for making me feel at home always ...:) :)
ate j who makes really good ampalaya salad

*uncle sam said hi, hehe. how are you cousin dear?
my cousin (uncle sam is his departed dad)

*...you need to be with someone! on the other hand, you ignore me kinda fierce when you do.
my drama king guy friend

*p___! anlamig na dito!
guy friend in a strange new country


* takang taka na talaga ako sa kanya ba't di niya nakikita kung ano meron siya ... pero ang sarap kasi magkarelasyon na partners talaga kayo di ba?
babae, nagtataka. hahaha.

*hey sisterrrrr ... this is my 3rd attept at writing you an email. i tried twice last night when i got in from work but when i accidentally pressed 'back' after
finishing my second attempt it was alread 4:30am and i needed to sleep! ...
i just wanted to say thank you for the email you sent ... it certainly made me feel a lot better and a lot more at ease about my decisions. i have just decided to leave them and let them come round.
my sister who, thankfully, tells me about herself, and whom i am glad to be able to help.

the way i cook ;)

being ever-ready Capricorn person, the thought of a long holiday makes me think of food shortages or closed shops, and sends me to the grocery queues with a full cart.

hence, last sunday's shop that included a packet of chicken drumsticks, and sinigang mix, as i thought i'd experiment with tita eds' not-so-secret fried chicken recipe. so too with the packet of pork chops, as i remembered roommie's pride in marinating-- she said, just a bit of calamansi and salt, then grill them! and the two long bitter gourds, with the matching spicy vinegar for a salad.

back at home i settled down to crumpling old receipts, sorting papers, and working towards the general aim of a new life, and a clean(er) household. but ate joan got bored, and asked to prepare the ampalaya. after a while, ensconced in the middle of papers, i asked, why doesn't she go ahead and do the chicken, in her Mana's tradition, to which she smilingly agreed? mwah, it was a yummy well-rounded dinner indeed :D.

yesterday, i asked ate v to buy food, forgetting for a minute the invitation for an intimate lunch at shakey's, where i joyfully slurped a super chocolate shake, mmmm.

today, roommie and i finally find each other in the same place-- our house, after months of meeting in the hallway and communicating thru text. i put out the porkchops to thaw, cooked rice, went upstairs for a while. hours later, i come down and roommie is taking out some spicy sauce to marinate the pork chops.

moi: di mo matiis? (grin)
roommie: oo

and hence, that is the way i cook :D. with a lot of good intentions, without much effort, and a healthy appetite.

hehehe.