One Rainy Day at Glorietta 5

If I have lots of money, I will hang out at Glorietta 5. Last Tuesday, we didn't want to waste the traffic of going to Manila so we opted to use some golden GC's at Tokyo Tokyo Metro. What a great way to experience dining in the new Glorietta 5 haha :)



It was raining and I loved the big glass windows. I felt like singing "It's Gonna Rain" from the anime Rurouni Kenshin. I loved how we were only the diners around except for another table of teenagers having fun.

Look at these lovely bentos, ahhhhh~


How to translate Chicken Barbecue in Japanese?


Sushi Tray


Something that tasted like a delicious Pata Tim hahaha

I am praying we get to go out again by ourselves, he is starting to realize the beauty of privacy and rediscover the art of dating.



Went home with 5 boxes of sushis for mama. California maki is always the best for me. I miss the sushi rolls in QV.

Pet Asiety

That's how Anya calls it before. We even played Pet Society in a computer kiosk in Sydney, she loves the game so much. When she is restless, I just ask her to play Pet Society.

Dear Anya, this is our pet now. I like the dress you chose for her. We also have a new garden to fix!

I got letter blocks so your name is also displayed in the house.

Escape Artist

Blame it on the rollercoaster of surprises life is handing me right now. Indeed, like a box of chocolate - one day you've selected a delectable melt in your mouth Belgian truffle, and on the next, a piece of bitter rhum flavored and molded chocolate. Blech!

Maybe this is the fate of the writer, unknown horizons with spikes of excitement and depression. Yet, sleep and food are the best forms of escape. During the day, people add lacerations to already existing wounds. I guess since they are oblivious of what goes on in my brain, how I am pushing myself to the limits to get out of the rut. Never-ending war is going on in my brain. At this point, the least of my concern is my messy room and the least I need is a nagging discourse that just goes in circles. Slept today at 3pm and woke up at 7pm.

The only thing that excites me is food and my next coffee break. Sometimes, I see new readers coming in and like a cold splash of water - I am temporarily refreshed.

It would be nice if I can get comfort in my own home but in reality, elders don't really get along with the young adults. As much as we try to prepare the best dinner, discussions always lead to telling off. One minute they are talking of someone else and the next thing you know you are being scolded. As much as one would like to share ideas and problems, the best thing to do is keep quiet unless you want to be ripped to pieces or feel like a headless chicken. Then, as much as you want to be together with parents, they have an instinct of pushing you towards the nearest exit. Yes there are segments in time when both parties enjoy and peacefully co-exist but this do not last longer than an hour. It may sound like a complain but this is not, this is me wishing for change (and I have, as evident in my lamb-like attitude in Melbourne). Time is running out and in moments like this, I don't need a Juicy but a reliable non-threatening relationship with my parent.

Otherwise, is this the reason why children and parents are better off in separate houses? Is this the reason for moving out? I am thinking about it (except I am not in the position to do so yet, financially) but honestly, I do not want it. Unless, is that what they really want?

An attempt to write

Watching Californication, Hank (David Duchovny) said that nowadays, people blog instead of write. That words are slowly losing their worth with the advent of LOLs and BRBs. I can't help but agree and I myself am guilty of blogging instead of writing. What's the difference? Blogging may be a free flow of words that are not so well-thought of, like an outpour of cranky emotions. Writing, on the other hand is an art, much like a painting - one has to dry and layer to come up with a meaningful picture.

This brings me to marry passion and writing, I always think of how passionate people like artists, musicians, and actors come up with the most effective words. With artists, I refer to seasoned dead ones who are no longer with us like Edgar Allan Poe or Da Vinci. More so, people who have been scarred by life. The most meaningful pieces come from either love or anger, unrequited love or flaming sensuality.

I have an insight on how the online world can categorize persons into say fashionista, eventologists, gate-crashers, food lovers, etc. By being sorted I feel limited, won't you? Maybe as life is complicated people try hard to make sense by classification. Yet, by being nobody but just as YOU then one can be an artist and experience life like an art.

Then all we need is courage to break free from boundaries, persons, and embrace something unfamiliar yet inspiring, life itself.

We've been attacked! By the Giant PUSSY!

June must be the toughest month of the year for me. Seriously, I needed to go out everyday until I burned my wallet. My remaining bills are gone now ahaha and I just had to stay at home today.

I wanted to blog but don't have anything much to say except that I enjoyed Confessions of a Shopaholic again on DVD. This time, with my sister. I am pretty excited for something I won't mention because it might get jinxed. But I hope everything goes well on Tuesday. At least, I would have something else to focus on and spend my time into.

Last night, I got to see Pussy Cat Dolls live here in Manila. Or should I say, live on the projector screen as I was too far away to even see the shadows of Nicole. Yet, I enjoyed every beat and words of their songs. I might have looked stupid dancing miles away from the stage but I just had to shook it off :)

The best part for me is when Nicole said, "ladies... you don't need a man to be happy. It is only when you are happy with yourself, that you can be happy with someone else".

Party and Bull

I didn't like how the day was turning yesterday so I decided to go out, party, and get attacked by the paps.

Then hang out with the sexiest ladies that night.

Ended the day with burger and fries. Thank you to RG for the company :)

Damages

Awesome how an old relationship can be crushed to pieces in 2 months. It has happened to me before and I know each and every step by heart.


I want to shout out to my friends who only talked to me and nobody else, never published anything, or even got in between any couple. I know it's hard for them now because the limelight has been shed to them when in fact, I know we discussed everything in person. If there is a gossiper, definitely it's not any of my friends. They never made noise in plurk we were discussing everything over a cup of coffee, decently and discreetly in a coffee shop. We actually meet each other often while shopping, etc.


Everything was alright until this afternoon and, it is not in my nature to compete with someone not in the same bracket. Like a mouse, they played with my cheese while I am away. Now my cheese is all crooked, it doesn't taste the same.


Even while I was dating this week someone has been texting my date to ruin the moment. You can have what you like, because I already spit it out. I am not running out of time and I will never do anything like that. You can say bad things about me but leave my friends alone, I won't get you, but karma will.