Sounding Like A Mini-Boss

In the middle of creating a list as to how would you know if you like someone (wherein my friend and I are stuck in a rut), I woke up one morning with some materialistic love pack seated on our couch. Immediately, my focus shifted (I don't blame ADHD) from the list to the package. Ha! What a way to know one's priorities.

Amazon, I love you.

I might be late from the time everyone almost had portable speakers with them (not like it's strapped to their bodies anyway) but each time we go to the beach or decide to have a good time on the outskirts of civilization, one whips out his/her player (iPod or a mobile phone) for some good music and... And... And it ends there. The music is good for 5 sleeping people!!! Nobody can't freaking hear anything (acoustics hello)! Even huddling together doesn't make it any better, c'mon, seriously? Why would you do that? A group of 6 would put their heads real close to each other so they could all try to listen to music? Just listen to the crickets or the howling wolves. Then someone would finally snap, "who brought some frugging speakers?!" This question will (almost always) be answered by, "inom na nga lang tayo...nang madami."

Btw, if you can see in the photo, that's Tegan and Sara's Heartthrob CD which I ordered from Amazon. A few weeks later, a friend told me it's available in the local CD stores. OH WOW. Mainstream goodness and I just practically saved PHP 16. That's like an hour for parking. -____-

The Vegetarian Cat Meets Up With The Rat

Oh, to add to the number of my posts/entries (but it's a good one anyway), here's a story about a vegetarian cat reportedly penned by Haruki Murakami . Source here.

A cat met up with a big male rat in the attic and chased him into a corner. The rat, trembling, said, "Please don't eat me, Mr. Cat. I have to go back to my family. I have hungry children waiting for me. Please let me go." The cat said, "Don't worry, I won't eat you. To tell you the truth, I can't say this too loudly, but I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat any meat. You were lucky to run into me." The rat said, "Oh, what a wonderful day! What a lucky rat I am to meet up with a vegetarian cat!" But the very next second, the cat pounced on the rat, held him down with his claws, and sank his sharp teeth into the rat's throat. With his last, painful breath, the rat asked him, "But Mr. Cat, didn't you say you're a vegetarian and don't eat any meat? Were you lying to me?" The cat licked his chops and said, "True, I don't eat meat. That was no lie. I'm going to take you home in my mouth and trade you for lettuce."

Thanks Rough, the Murakami-fan, for this!

Me and My Tsinelas

A friend mentioned that my blog has been stagnant for quite sometime. He's clearly not a fan of subtlety. So I checked when was the last time I actually barfed out an entry, and OH. My blog? Stagnant? *checks blog*

Let's look for a topic that we can digress from. Hmm. Oh wait.

My parents were not fans of my "tsinelas get-up" back when I was still in college (this is not eons ago, OK?). They think the straps would just one day give in and I would be forced to walk home with rubber bands or masking tape or I'd be suddenly advocating that "barefoot walking is actually good for our health". Well, walking around in your tsinelas is not really advisable when you're in Manila. The streets are just full of good things surprises. The pavement doubles as spittoons, garbage cans, urinals (applicable to both people and animals alike), and other things that don't make you happy.

Thanks to DISCS for the materials and to Anna for being a good foot model friend.

I remember this "prototype" my friend and I did way back February 2010 (oh college life). It was finals season and everyone's stalking the whereabouts and lurking around the areas where the copy machines are. It was so warm (hello open Ateneo grounds) and we were desperate for a photocopying machine to have all our reviewers well, photocopied (no duh). The nearest and most available place would be the library. *cue in the sound from the dagger-in-the-shower-horror/thriller scene* Problem? There is a frigging dress code! Minimum rule: no spaghetti straps and slippers/flip-flops. Yes, that's a dress code already, and you got it right (you're a genius!), I'm not a fan. No one's actually a fan of that dress code, I mean come on?! Zeee flip-flops is the staple footwear of the summer (or of most Ateneans)! How could you take that away from us??

What to do? Go to your home department and get some freaking straws and wrap around your slippers. #instasandals

With the current weather the Philippines is feeling sweaty about, my dehydrated brain suddenly thought of...slippers. Like tsinelas. Habayanas. Flip to the flops. And how I want to buy a new pair right now! Iamthisclosetobuying a pair before my wallet goes dehydrated, too. I won't get one with so many embellishments although it could be a very good weapon when you feel violent and want to do a roundhouse kick on someone. To be honest, I just churned out this entry because aside from having an entry for April, I am thinking of buying a new pair of slippers. If other folks crave for TJ's Cookie Butter or some milk tea, I might be craving for slippers. Ohh.

It's March, Let's Drink More Wine

So since the start of the year, I've been trying my nose and taste for wine. I was able to drag a few friends into the whole "let us drink wine" shenanigan I have and they have been updating me and sharing wine bottles. Sniff, swirl, and drink. Try not to say anything bad until the other person does first.

First drink was the lovable moscato from [yellow tail]. Well, it's an Australian moscato for crying out loud. Sweet and easy to drink. It is only 7.5% though, a bit stronger than your San Miguel Light (coming in at 5%).

Thanks, Neth, for the photo! :)

So for my birthday, I opened the "oh, there's a wine bottle here?" Gallo Family Vineyards wine we have at home. It's a Californian moscato with 9.5% alcohol. Pulling out the cork is always so much fun.

I think the bar (for fun factor) was set too high for the casual wine drinker, so we moved on with the other ones. Hello, Jacob's Creek! The sparkling rose was a little too fruity and well, duh, carbonated. Sparkling drinks are meant to be shared with a group, not with only a few bodies as you'll feel full from all the carbonated awesomeness that is called sparkling (rose) wine at 11.5%.

Look for Jacob's Creek! The proud sponsor of the Australian Open.
Thanks, K, for the photo and the drink. Haha.

Then comes the chardonnays. Make way for them and be careful not to step on their gowns. We had New York's Arbor Mist and Australia's Hardys. Arbor Mist's Tropical Fruits flavor is an explosion of lots of tastes, it can make you go bonkers. It has an aftertaste which I'm not yet sure if oak-y or one of those tropical fruits they included in the drink. It's just 6% though, compared to Hardys which tastes so (so) much better at 13%. It has that tolerable sweetness and a smooth feel that doesn't get you wondering what putrid thing did you put in your mouth. Always thought that the higher the alcohol content is, the aftertaste would be worse. Hey, this one is an exception.

The blinds are shady. No pun intended.

Then we moved on to the "real" white wines (because chardonnays and moscatos are very easy to drink, they are for kids). Chenin Blanc and Sauvignon Blanc in one night. However, no one's mind blanked even with 2 bottles between us. That's the beauty of it! Anyway, this South African 2002 Chenin Blanc is a surprise. Smelled a little like Edam cheese for me and the taste was good. However, the Sauvignon Blanc from Chile is uhmmm... Dry? My friend said it's bitter for her, and can make you feel bad sad about the world. Let's just say I'll give Sauvignon Blanc another shot before I put my foot down about this wine. In the meantime, Chenin (Blanc) wins the battle of the Saturday Blancs!

Only the wine was touched in this photo. Promise.
Other liquors were left unharmed.

Don't put your drinks on the pool table. Okay?

The Mostar Diving Club - Worlds Apart

That moment where you just want to keep on posting links and links of songs you like that you think are somehow applicable in your life in any other way possible. Or maybe not? Maybe the music is just so nice.

This time I'm not sure if I'll still be giving away my one-week treatment. Do I really want to? Regardless, there are still a lot of earthly things to do.

Well, people change. Then put in the cliche that somehow helps people to cope, which is the main reason they're there - to help you cope. Just be thankful that it happened, instead of regretting it ended.


Some day you will find me
I haven't gone too far
I miss the way we were back then
How we laughed
I can feel you in my heart

There's a world in your eyes I can see it getting brighter
All the hours that we turned into days
We were young seemed like life would go on last forever
All I had was you by my side

Some day you will answer
Remember how we were
When all our hopes and dreams
Floated in the air
I feel it in my heart
I can feel you in my heart

That's the way that it was in the past you remember
When we ran through the wind and the rain
We were young seemed like life would go on last forever

Now everything has changed.

Extending the 13th

This is probably one of the most poorly constructed blog entries ever. Like. Ever.

It's a mighty fine day for a roller-coaster ride. Or maybe I was just moody and disappointed for the wrong reasons. Guess Neanderthals really did have feelings. Fire. Burn. Fingers. Ngaaarr.

The 13th can be summed up in one word: Serfries!!

What's better than TWG macarons?

A whole box of TWG macarons!!!!!

How about the 14th? I basically watched Barbie's Cradle (I'll never get tired of Barbie) at Piazza which is smack across our office. Finally!!! McKinley had some use in my life! Afterwards, I got pissed off became moody for some reason but at the end of the night, I still managed to drag myself and eat out even though I was in no mood at all. I have nothing to apologize for even if I barely talked to some folks. HAHA. Jupiter Street is pretty easy to go to. I guess I have a new place to trade my money on for more unnecessary calories.

Mitsuyado Sei-Men's Double Cheese Tsukemen

Despite the weird 14th I got, the 15th was epic! Paramore comes back to Manila for their 2nd concert! They rocked the MOA Concert Grounds before and now they have returned to try out the establishment built on those then-concert grounds, aka the MOA Arena.

Lowerbox ain't bad, it's great! Hayley looks a lot different now. Not so kyotepatote anymore, I guess. The acoustics of MOA Arena? Hamayzing! Perfect for concerts!

Thanks to my friends for making my 13-15 hardcore awesome, I'll forget the flaws and mishits - they're not worth it. :)

Oh, It's Pre-Valentine's

They say 3rd time's the charm. Well, I ditched the idea of going to Tagaytay for the birthday salubong. Instead, had it at a friend's house (my mother had guests until 1am haha) for some unknown reason. That would also be the last time I'll be doing that. And since I'm still on my no-hard-alcoholic-drinks, let's bring in the non-dangerous beverages (except for wine)!

Thanks, Neth, for the photo.

It was just a very simple (and sober) salubong - I am dead this year, anyway. Stay zombie-fied till I get to that moment? I need some ember or worst case, a flint.

With all the basuras in front. HAHA.
Empty boxes, dirty plates, empty bottles, and all.

Let's Make Non-Excuses for Being Single

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More Than 12 Days Were Spent Last Month

I really believe my 12 freaking days were all spent last month. January made me a wallaby or a koala or a kangaroo or basically a toasted human.

So far, I've had calls (they're non-work, hallelujah!!) until 4 or 5am, and I got things from Baguio. Have you ever seen such a beautiful broom?!

I still don't know what to do with the strawberries.

They're too pretty to eat. Just like the broom - too pretty to use.

I don't ask for much now anyway! Weeeell, save for some x-mini speakers haha. I'll just save for it (because it's a want vs a need).