For the Love of Shoes
April 29, 2009 at 4:23 am (Passion for Fashion, True Story)
Umm… You’re Dripping
April 23, 2009 at 4:23 am (True Story)
This is a link to my other blog. No one seems to comment there so yeah, reblog hehe 
Just Click the link below:
At least it got me through the day :D
November 6, 2008 at 1:42 pm (True Story)
This morning before I left for work, I noticed that Kyle’s mobile phone was still plugged. He apparently left it to charge overnight. Being the electricity-saver that I am, I turned of the outlet’s switch, which caused his phone’s screen to light up. I was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. It was a picture of me taken on one of our special 23 celebrations, set as wallpaper. It was so out of character for him! The only times his wallpaper is set to my picture is when I get bored, toy around with is stuff and tease him by setting a picture of me as his wallpaper.
So there it was. Me on his phone’s screen, we have always been the less demonstrative couple. This might have been caused by the years apart and starting off our relationship as really3x good friends. It was so unexpected, but I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it. I had gone through the whole day thinking about it and it got me excited about the wedding even more. If you see surprising things like this in the future, it would be fun.
I got home to day to a usual scene. I turn the key, open the door, and take my shoes off, then my towel slippers on. I walk towards the living room as I ask, “Kita pa na abot? (Are we the only ones who’ve arrived?)” And Kyle takes his eyes off the screen off his laptop a bit and says, “Yup, but Alfon and Razid won’t be eating here.” (This means Alfon & Kim and Razid & Tonet are not having dinner at home.)
Then I went to the kitchen, grabbed a bite to eat, then sat across Kyle in the living room. I said, “Bibs, you set my picture as your wallpaper lagi, uuuuuy!” And I laughed, expecting him to joke about by saying something like “Of course!” making it sound like it was out of spite, but you know he really meant it. But noooooo…What actually happened was this…
Kyle said, “Ah yeah, you remember I told you about the meeting we had? Yan took my phone and he played with it, changing the settings and stuff. (Yan by the way, is the name of his boss)”
And in my head I went, “Alrighty then…oh well, at least it got me through the day! 
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Shortly after telling him, the whole day I was thinking about how it was so out of character for him to do, and it amused me (Hay, I know him too well!), I came up to my room to blogaboo about it hehehe!
Suga Suga How You Get So Fly?
August 13, 2008 at 2:55 pm (True Story)
You know how it is with people handing you flyers in the train station? There are days when I walk passed them and there are days when I just grab one. When the flyers come with freebies like tissue though, I get the urge to want to be handed one.
It also depends on the one distributing them. When I see those cheerful, hopeful teenagers handing out the flyers, I feel the need to be more lenient on them. On occasion, I would even give a little eye contact and smile. There are those however who give you about 5 flyers; I mean c’mon, that’s cheating! They get paid to stand there in the crowd, carefully pick whom they hand out to, and smile.
Whenever I go to Orchard, that’s when I get handed the most flyers. Usually I’d go there on Fridays and I would be carrying my laptop bag. What people normally do is take a flyer, and at the sight of the very first garbage bin, they throw the flyer away. Waste of paper right? And I doubt people ever really read the whole of it too. I, out of the “kindness” of my heart and my great appreciation for people doing something useful and to not waste resources and other people’s efforts, I don’t throw these flyers right away. I stuff them in my laptop bag, and when it’s time to clean the bag, I read the flyers or, just throw them away…eventually hehe.
Just how effective an advertisement are flyers anyway? To be honest, I think it must be a real good strategy. Specially during sales and such.
We Only Got 4 Minutes to Save the World
July 24, 2008 at 6:17 am (When the Heart Speaks)
Do you think that the world is in trouble? Surely you’ve all heard about the world coming to an end, but at the back of our minds we think, “I’m pretty sure the world’s not going to end tomorrow.”
We watch movies or TV shows with stories of people who are terminally ill, and then they’re told that they only have a year, 6 months, or a few weeks to live. If you were told you only had 6 weeks to live, what would you do?
Please don’t say crap like “I don’t wanna die a virgin!” I would honestly much rather hear someone say something cheesy like, “I want to leave behind a legacy” As Michael Jackson’s song would go, “There are people dying, if you care enough for the living, make a better place for you and for me”
Deep inside us we know there must be something we can do, even if we have a lot of years ahead of us. Unless of course, we die unexpectedly. (Okay, I freaked myself out right there while typing that sentence. What if this blog entry is like my one last shout out to the world?) To some of us, death can come to us like a thief in the night. Many of us probably don’t feel the urge to do anything about everything yet.
All these things came to my head when Jewel’s “Hands” song was played over and over in my head while I was coding. It never occurred to me until American Idol Season 7’s Inspirational week. David Cook sang Innocent by Our Lady Peace, Jason Castro sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and other contestants sang their song hehehe. We were watching it at home when I thought about what song I would sing if I were in American Idol. (Yeah yeah like you never imagined doing anything onstage). Two songs came to mind. One was Sarah Mclachlan’s “World On Fire” and Jewel’s “Hands”.
Read the lyrics below, to know how and why to save the world 
“Hands”
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we’re all OK
And not to worry ’cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won’t be made useless
I won’t be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn’t steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn’t ever after
We’ll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what’s right
‘Cause where there’s a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s mind
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s heart
We are God’s eyes
God’s hands
God’s eyes
We are God’s hands
We are God’s hands
source: www.azlyrics.com
I Want To Ride My Bicycle!
July 10, 2008 at 3:05 am (True Story, When the Heart Speaks)
My dad used to sing this to me while I was learning how to ride my bike when I was 6:
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
-à Bicycle Race by Queen
I think my dad’s pretty cool to have sung this Queen song to me!
Yesterday I had one of the most exhilarating experiences since I came to Singapore. I went on a secret mission in the morning, all hyped-up, excited and hopeful. When I woke up, everything seemed to have run smoothly. I even found the pair of foot socks that I use for my sling backs, you can’t imagine how relieved I was to find the pair. When they’re not on my feet the socks just look like a tiny ball of hair. I guess many would agree that finding anything as hard to find as that after searching for a long time, would be such a pleasant surprise!
So let’s skip the part when I was doing my mission. I’ll go straight to what happened after.
Right after the mission, I went to the restroom. After any gruelling experience, I always get the impulse of having to go the restroom. I ran through all the mission’s events in my head. I tried to review what I did wrong, how well I did and if going through it was a mistake. Then shortly after the self-review, I then asked myself if I can live with failing yet again.
I talked to someone but instead of feeling comforted, I felt like I needed to beat myself up. So before things got worse, I hurried to the bus stop before I did or said anything stupid.
When I got home, I felt a lot better. My friends were there. I didn’t have to think too much about what I did wrong in my mission. I had maki, a little pasta, some cookies, leche flan and some chocolate. (Stressed much?) We had a round of DOTA, and we watched a movie. All seemed well and the mission felt like it never happened.
That evening, my housemate and I cooked up a fest with our newly purchased oven. I always thought I hated cooking. I didn’t love it, but I can’t deny that I love to eat. As I mom would say, if you’re a picky eater, you have got to know how to cook. Everything for dinner was baked, except our rice and the stir-fried veggies.
What I especially like about cooking dinner is that I get to talk about stuff I can’t usually talk about to just anyone. Dinner itself wasn’t the best part. It was the preparation and the things I get to talk about with my housemate. I can share my silly thoughts to her. Funny how we never thought all these little “tragedies” would lead to something as precious as making a new friend.
Last night, I celebrated friendship by getting on a bike the second time in so many years. My riding skills have gotten so rusty, I kept flying off the bike every time I tried to make a turn or tried to stop. Waaah! I’m a daredevil like that wahahahah I had to suck out the fun out of their biking session by just cycling in straight pathways instead going around corners. They had to accompany me. They will never know this, because I don’ think any of them read my blog haha, but thanks for being patient with me and for lending me your bike I had so much fun even if I have all these bruises on my legs now. Haha! Also, last night, after so many years, I discovered that I still have my monkey bar skills. Whappak!
Have you met… Kordapia?
May 29, 2008 at 3:51 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: Kordapia
When I was younger and had more idle time, I would write songs, poems and even stories on my PC or in an old notebook. But now, I only get to write them in my head. They stay there until time just takes it away with my youth (LOL).
Having the grown-up schedule I have, doing chores and going to work, and going to bed to let time pass before tomorrow comes, I wanted to make life a little more worthwhile by indulging into the activities which I used to do to calm myself. To de-stress.
I came up with an idea to put myself in a different light. To make myself into a comic character. To challenge myself into sharing significant aspects of my life and squeezing them into a 3-panelled comic strip.
Tonight I introduce you to my creation. Shanita Chikita Bonita y Kordapia. May you enjoy reading about her, or at least just amuse yourselves by looking at all those pretty colors.
Leave comments if you like, but please don’t be mean
Pinch Me, I’m Dreaming
May 28, 2008 at 6:30 am (True Story, Whiny Weasel)
Have you ever tried to look up the meaning of your dreams in the internet? Whether it’s because something really amazing happened in your dream, it felt really nice and you kind of ach e for it to come true that you just had to know what it meant. Or you had one disturbing dream that was just a wee bit short of a nightmare; you can’t quite get it out of your head. Some of them feel almost real and you get scared of them ever coming true.
Can you just imagine that I got flashbacks of a dream of having my leg shaven? And last night I had another one of the shaving dreams again. In the most recent one, my armpits were about to be shaven by somebody else. How freaky is that? And the one with the leg was even more annoying because there were two people taking turns (and NO… not in a kinky way!). One of them shaved my leg too quickly, I had a cut. The other one took really slow and I kept saying I could do a much better job.
Shaving is one rare occurrence in a dream, and to have them two nights in a row? Now that has got to mean something. So I visited my trusty dream interpreter site. Take note of the word trusty. I am a frequent visitor because I always have strange dreams. www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary The interpretations are almost always head on.
I looked up the word shave and this is what I found. “To dream that someone is shaving your leg, represents a lost (loss) of your independence. You are relying on others to get through some difficult times. You need to build up your self-confidence and self-esteem.”
Here we go again with the self-esteem! When in the hell will I be over this? Can it be programmed into my character already? And isn’t it already a bit too late for character building? I’m already 23 years old for crying out loud! I’ve got issues, I know. But who the hell doesn’t?
I don’t deal with my issues the wrong way. I simply don’t deal with them. Revisiting any of them or even facing my problems almost feels like rubbing salt in my wounds which, oddly enough, is something I on occasion, find myself doing. Not literally of course. Come on.
I am a bit of a masochist, if you prefer euphemisms, go ahead and call it being a martyr. Maybe it’s because I’m scared, or maybe I’m too lazy or too tired. Like me not picking sides because I do not want to do with anything that is not deliberately caused by me, especially when it turns into some crazy fiasco.
That’s just me.
Deal with it.
I Don’t See What Anyone Can See, In Anyone Else But You
May 24, 2008 at 4:31 pm (True Story)
It’s 12 midnight and my head is throbbing. It’s from the drink my housemate mixed up for me and my fiancé. He’s playing some online game busy talking to his buddies, so I drank the whole glass. It’s vodka (Absolut Vanilia, and yes, it is spelled that way) with Hershey’s chocolate syrup. Yum? You betcha!
There’s an almost stinging pain at the top of my head as I type but I have been itching to write an entry, the only thing stopping me is that there hasn’t been anything interesting to write about lately. Since I’m starting to have a rash from the alcohol I’ve been drinking, I am reminded of the interesting bus ride we had on our way home from Orchard (Great Singapore Sale).
My fiancé and I were at the bus stop, and it was so crowded so we moved somewhere a little away from the shed. There was this Eminem look-alike, about 16-18 years old sitting on one of the benches with his head bowed down. I didn’t notice him until he looked up and stared at me for a bit, and then he started to spit. It looked a bit like it was a shitload of spit. Then he bit on his earphones’ wires, placed his elbows on his lap and bent his head again.
A few minutes later, our bus arrived, we got on, went to the top deck and I followed my fiancé to the front of the bus. I asked if he preferred sitting on the front. The bus was quite empty, and thought that it was an odd seat to pick when I found it tempting to pick any of the seats in the back.
The bus was filling up, when suddenly I heard stomping on the stairs, which made me turn around and look. It was the spitting kid. He was walking to the back of the bus when he started puking all over the place! And apparently, also on some passengers! He casually walked to the very back of the bus and lay there. Just like nothing happened. He passed out.
Then I thought, “Man, this dude is so wasted. Wait, did he piss or did he puke?” Either way it was a horrible sight. I turned to my fiancé and asked how the kid will know if he’s reached his stop. A couple of stops later, people kept coming up to the top deck ,then going back down because of the vomit on the aisle. This obviously concerned the bus driver, so he grabbed some newspapers and tried to cover up the puke. The kid also puked on his way up the stairs. Passengers kept saying “eeew, disgusting..”.
It’s good that I’m drinking at home. I’d know where to puke if I had the urge to.
But man… I still can’t get over what happened on the bus. I think I can still even smell the vomit. Gross. And yeah, this kid was so drunk but it was still 9pm. It really did seem like he had a lot to drink.
Good thing the dude wasn’t driving.
