Content

It's 3 in the morning and I'm about to start my day. Then I remembered my convo with hon last night and I do still miss a dear friend. He has been my unofficial counselor since college and last year, when I needed someone the most-he was at my doorstep in a call.

He knew how much I loved the beach-how I felt at peace with the sound of the waves and the sight of the sun rising, so he first took me to this beach in Cebu. I was wandering at first why he chose this particular beach. It had a gate and a private jetty, not my usual type of beach. But he asked me to wait till morning so I did, enjoying the warm breeze during the night and enduring the cooler breeze as morning came. Turns out, the surprise was the beautiful sunrise. Call me sunrise addict, but there is something in the changing hues-red, orange and yellow, that calms my mind. I'd trade dinner at my favorite Chinese resto for an early morning date at the beach anytime.

Remembering that day always makes me sad coz I miss this dear friend but in the end, after remembering exactly how the sun rose that morning, I feel relaxed, calm and contented with who I am with today. I had the mistake of saying my thoughts out loud last night and probably have hurt hon, so I reminded him that nothing could be more special than that one morning in Cebu. For us, that morning in Cebu are the magic words and it can stop any argument we are having. In the first place, its what made him come back when I've completely turned my back on him.

Then he asked me if I was expecting a wild ride ride after explaining how the 'good' life with this dear friend did not suit me. The wild ride being nightly trips to the bar and getting a doze of booze. His question surprised me and had me laughing, then I asked back if I looked the type who drank at some bar each night. The next thing he said surprised and made me love him even more. 'I want to build a family borne out of love.' Then he said something like 'Okay na sa akin occasional na inuman pero eventually I would stop drinking and smoking [smoking daw! joke!]'. He can say the sweetest things that's enough to make me content on what we have for now and wait patiently for that walk down the aisle. [May wedding gown ba na black?]

Vintage Shirts

I’ve always hated shopping for clothes since I don’t want to be bothered with color selection and the frustration of not getting what I want if my size is not available. I resort to online shopping and catalog shopping, and I was more than happy that there are a lot of thingies for sale on multiply.

These shirts are from my friend Milalfel and they are called Vintage (design) shirts. I’ve bought more than ten shirts from her, and I’m still looking forward to buying from the next batch. [This from a gal who did not know that a thing called vintage shirt ever existed.]

[hmmm. looks like I have too many pink shirts already...have to think of a different wardrobe theme for next year...black maybe, just like late last year. may wedding gown ba na black?]

Ukay Ukay

This year I have a fetish for anything pink so when I stopped by a garage sale on my way home from the dentist, I just had to get this pair of sneakers that had pink highlights. Got it at a low price plus I don’t have to break them in. It's perfect for my early morning walks to the beach…

Saturday Night Companions

It's hot. I'm in a bad mood and in need of ice cold San Miguel Beer Light. [Plus a mix of my favorite chips]

Yanni's Keys to Imagination

Yanni's Within Attraction

Had to Grab These Pics

When I was in college, I was lucky to be a part of our school's Internet Service Provider -CNMS (Center for Network Management and Services) as a system administrator. The other students thought we were the cool studs, but the truth was-behind the techs we got to handle was a lot of responsibilities. And im not saying responsibilities like it was a daunting and tiring task, I'm saying it proudly. We were multi tasking, we had open door policy-we didn't call our professionals (that's what we call those who were not students) sir or ma'am and it was all about talent. Even if we were students, most of us held positions-supervisors, team leaders and etc.

I came accros these pics in our yahoo group. It was there since 2004 and I just had to grab them. We barely had time to have fun, and these pics were taken during one of our gen. cleaning. Its purelly jologs and chaos...hehehe

clockwise: Lem, Arnold-our official techie guy who I liked to call by his last name (Bugtas), Rose and me.
clockwise: Lalay, Malou the model, Dave (davie boy, the one who liked to give me bear hugs!) and Apple the supervisor.








The guy in white is Bernard. Lem and him just got married last May.





TAP was open til 9 pm. I think this was on a weekend....








Food? I think these photos were taken during my birthday. We had spag, cake and drinks, I think.







Then disco. hehehehe. those were the days. The school scholars had no time to go out.

Yanni's Nightingale

David Benoit's Freedom at Midnight

New Owner ng Max...hehehe

Traumatic Experience

I spent the last four days sleeping, just waking up to eat what I would call-missionary food. My meals were either ice cream, noodles, Nido Oriental Soup w/o egg and oatmeal.

When I woke up this morning I was feeling a little better so i decided to finally show up at the office.

I'm 24 and four days ago, I had my wisdom (wizzie) tooth extracted. I was pretty anxious to had it removed since the surgery had been moved twice, first by my dentist and the second time by me after an unexpected monthly period.

The operation did not go as I had imagined it and I realized, however independent I am and how old I am, I will always turn to my mom for comfort. My dentist made it as painless as possible but given that it was a wizzie extraction, the pain was excruciating. Just before my dentist started to pull the tooth, she told me to signal if I felt any pain I could not handle. After many attempts, my jaw felt like it was going to come off so I signalled I was in too much pain. She gave me another dose of anesthesia and proceeded to extract my tooth again. The second dose was no help and I couldn't help but shiver how much pain I would have been in w/o it. When the tooth came off, I felt like my whole left upper molars were all extracted.

My body was shaking from the stress and my mom holding my cheeks helped a bit. I could not wait till she finished with the stitch. She did one, just to keep the socket closed and told me she need not take it off. On my way home, I felt like crying if not for the 1 gallon of chocolate ice cream that my mom bought for me. When I arrived home, I tried to sleep but was too disturbed thinking about what I just went through. That night, I was disturbed that there was blood in my saliva and the whole wizzie area was swollen. I was afraid of the bleeding and what was worse was that I could not swallow my saliva coz it hurt every time my tongue moved. I was not allowed to spit since it my cause my blog clot to dislodge. I really felt like shouting and crying but thought better not to. Shouting would only make my jaw hurt more and I couldn't even open my mouth to two centimeters wide. At 2 am when I couldn't take any more pain, I finally gave up and took painkillers and a medicine that helped with blood clot. It was silly of me to think I could stand the pain. I have ulcers and I practically had nothing but ice cream after the surgery. The next few days was pretty much the same. I slept to avoid feeling the pain but I took my painkillers (which was anti inflammatory) anyway since ice did not really do much in keeping the swelling down. Looking back, I was depressed the whole four days and I could not wait to go back to sleep again after I ate. It did not help that my boyfriend was very busy. It did not help that I had no one to talk to at all.

I never wanted to go back to my dentist but now (after four days) that I feel less pain (despite that it was still swollen) and I can open my mouth wider, I'm excited to finally get my upper and lower ortho appliance. Its a good thing that my upcoming wedding nudged me to have my braces earlier as planned. Couldn't imagine how much pain I would have been if I'd had my surgery done without my mom. I guess no matter how old you are or whether you are married or not, you'll always turn to mom for a small amount of comfort. After all, she took care of me for 16 years...(should be 20 but the four years I spent at college would not count.hehehe)

My advice for those who need to get their wizzie extracted. Go ahead with the operation but please do it on a friday, this was you have the weekend to rest. And take your mom with you...

This is all my fault

I dare not talk to Lem about what I'm going through right now. She had warned me not to be dependent on him again and just go out and have a grand time waiting.

Here I am, in the same situation I was last year. Hay...At least I'm not going out to some bar with the gothic bitch look on. I favored black eye shadow last year, which is totally unlike me.

Food Cravings

After three days of eating nothing but oatmeal, soft bread and ice cream, [Of course there is my daily dose of meds] I'm craving for a well-prepared classy dinner. At lunch I found I can open my mouth a centimeter wider and I can chew food better as long as I avoid the loosened stitch. Damn, I've lost a lot of weight already and having no one to talk to is not helping. I've just been sleeping on the couch for the past three days with the occasional chat and surf. I had my brother set up my notebook on the table beside the couch so I won't have to carry anything.

Now, If I could just have some breaded shrimp for appetizer paired with a really good sauce with wasabi. I'm a big fan of seafood, especially shrimp [and local lobster-the one with only one claw, I don't say this out loud since I'd get a good tease from my family. I had a suitor once who my family called banagan(lobster) since he lived in a town in Samar that was famous for its lobster]. I'd pair it with sparkling wine but this is my dinner so I'd pair it with San Mig Light. I drink wine but I'm more of the beer kind of person, which is just great since my bf likes beer better too.

Now for the main course, I'd like some pasta in white sauce with chicken bits. I like pasta with sweet style tomato sauce but I equally love white sauce with a distinctive garlic flavor. I can cook this dish in two ways depending on how much time I have. When I'm a little short on time, I cheat a little and use Campbell's chicken and mushroom soup as my sauce base. I can also get fancy with the spices and cream if I have a lot of time.

And what would a dinner be without sweets. I can say I'm an expert with dessert since I can bake almost anything. But for my dessert, I'd prefer the classic pana cotta with chocolate shavings. Two years ago, a desert that tastes like pana cotta came out on the market. It was called black sambo which I found to have too much chocolate flavor.

Now, If only I had this kind of dinner instead for toasted bread, cheese and sliced apples, which I now have on a plate in front of me... :-(

...Forgot, I have to learn how to cook adobo. Gosh! I'm going crazy talking about anything. I miss him so...