gangnam-nam-nam

One stressful Monday, we decided to fill our tummies with happy food.

We went to the newly opened Korean resto "Gangnam" in Abreeza Mall

Food and place is good.

I love the smoked salmon maki (drooling).

 The price is a bit expensive though compared to other Korean restos in the city.

spoonful

to my used-to-be seatmate

who easily believes in my "made-up" stories(hahaha)

who endured all my daily quirkiness and unintentional bully mood swings

who went penniless with me with our first online business venture

madam (naks! we have a term of endearment)

it was a not-short-yet-not-long enough time we've shared as workmates

but we were able to build a strong foundation of friendship

we don't agree on same things yet we often end up laughing on our differences (di ba?)

from creating test scripts to testing bugs

 from reading system logs to running queries

(there were days we turned into zombies)

our goal was perfection!

but know that there's always that silver lining for errors

so now you're a MRS?!?!@#@!$

(paano na si "edward" nyahaha)

truly, i am super-duper-over-over happy for you and oj

wait-while is worth-while :) 

 

love love love you shyn!

see you in our monthly date!

dear coffee, let's breakup

dear coffee, 


    let's break-up.

mornings don't pass without a sip of caffeine from my old-cracked- heart-painted mug

you leave a bitter taste on my tongue that awakens my sleepy cells
you warm my cold thoughts on system bugs, critical emails, and failed cron jobs

you charge me up and electrify my veins

it was too good to last

then the betrayal of the human anatomy took place

my stomach no longer wants to take you in
i tried to push it more and continued on with morning caffeine sessions

i lose the battle in the end, damn acid reflux!

it's one of those things in life that brings you happiness and pain at the same time

so i had to bid farewell to your smell, warmth, taste, and the mere thought of you

but it wasn't easy! 

people around me reminds me of you
it was decided, i had to get better

after then let's get back together and never break-up

MusicBoxDiary: She Used To Be Mine

 by Sara Bareilles

From her 5th studio album, What’s Inside: Songs From Waitress

[Verse 1]
It's not simple to say
That most days I don't recognize me
That these shoes and this apron, that place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave them
It's not easy to know
I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true
I was never attention's sweet center
I still remember that girl

[Chorus 1]
She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine

[Verse 2]
It's not what I asked for
Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true
And now I've got you
And you're not what I asked for
If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew

[Chorus 2]
Who'll be reckless, just enough
Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love
And then she'll get stuck
And be scared of the life that's inside her
Growing stronger each day 'til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes
That's been gone, but used to be mine
Used to be mine

[Refrain]
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine

7AM birthday breakfast party

Happy Birthday to our self-proclaimed gorgeous friend!!!

Sacrifices like waking up too early in the morning to attend your 7AM birthday breakfast party is something we'll do until you turn 70. Hahaha!

Love love love!!!

 

subsequent soliloquy

Been on hiatus for almost 2 months from this blog. So before the BER months come, let me break the silence.

Like the usual, there are ups and downs, there are stories to tell of the places I went, people I've met, food I've tasted, and all the cliches in between. A beautiful mess indeed!

Nevertheless, life is no less than interesting!

Within the 2 months, I haven't read any of my books. I haven't cooked a new dish. I haven't created any art crafts that I've been planning to do (BTW I bought brushes and pens that I'm not sure when will I be able to use). I did watched a lot of Korean TV series and new movies in the cinema. Appeared on a local TV show (hahaha) and had a lot of coffee during the day. Spent a lot of time with Mom & Dad ("the Parentals") on weekends - whether at home to do chores or at the mall with holding hands ^_^

That sums up things. To whoever readers out there...just in case, I'm still here (wink).

 

 

 

 

thursday cleaners

once there was a boy
he has distant and elusive eyes
once there was a girl
she has warmth and wonder in her eyes

they belong in the same class
she offered a handshake
he refused
she asked questions
he didn't answer

little did the boy knew that the girl is quite optimistic
she spent most of the school year watching him
reading him
memorizing every expression in his face
he cared not

the girl longed for connections
the boy restrained connections
it all began this way
she pushed, he pulled away

the girl find an answer in her prayers once a week
there is one day that they share hours
before the class starts and at the end of every class
they were assigned to Thursday Cleaners

for the brief ran of the hands of the clock
they did the same thing and they were in the same place
and once the cleaning tasks are done 
they go back to being strangers without any connection 

Thursday is that once in a blue moon stroke of fate
that most awaited rain in Sahara
that sweet promise 
and that fairy tale day when your wish gets granted

it could have been unrequited 
it could have been a childhood love that one will out grow
but the girl took to account all the hidden glances of the boy
all the silent details she recorded in her memory

years later - one day the boy told her,
"your love at 16 will not be your love at 24"
the girl was a struck with sudden realization 
and the possibilities of truth in what the boy have said

"i will cross the bridge when i get there" 
the girl told herself with conviction
he remained distant and she remained optimistic
and they continued sharing Thursdays