Monday, January 21, 2008

Needing to Regroup
Today, I am betting on your maybe. Because maybe is good enough, at least for now. And today, I am gladly sacrificing my pride. Because between us, there is no such luxury. Today, you are the prayer on my lips. Because more than anything, I want God to champion our cause. And today, I am as you are--unsure but willing. Because chances have come and gone. But for us, the perfect moment is still at large.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Can't Get Enough

My latest obsession...

Starting to develop a girl-crush on Hayley Williams. Right up there with ninjas.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Make Your Move

I am worried. Because the days are passing and I have not heard from you. And I know that I am in the process of missing you, except that you no longer appear in my dreams. And the questions that have no answers no longer keep me awake at night. There are moments when I realize how comfortable I am in both our silence. That my heart no longer stops at the mention of your name, nor does it race when you speak of mine. I even forget who you are and what your face looks like. And maybe that's not such a big tragedy.

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Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Delusions of Grandeur

9 AM:

Oprah calls and begs me to come to her show. I tell her, "Have my people call your people. You know I can never refuse you." Meanwhile, one of my personal assistants mouths the words, "Johnny Depp on line 2." I nod and quickly end my conversation with Oprah.

"Johnny, stop sending me messages. I'm Mrs. Krasinski now, you have to respect that." Before I can send this text message, ten delivery guys show up, asking one of my people to receive the 100 pale pink peonies from Mr. Depp. I just sigh in exasperation and ask assistant number 7 to take care of this problem.

8 PM:

Because it has been confirmed that I am appearing on The Oprah Winfrey Show, designers promptly send outfits from their latest collections, and I literally have my pick of the litter. I owe Donatella, but Marc Jacobs is celebrating his birthday soon. I decide that I'll decide some other time when I'm more up to the task.

Day of the Show

10 AM:

So I still can't decide on what, or more to the point, who to wear. I then ask assistant number 3 to get me some banana leaves, coconut husks, and lots of double-sided tape. I work on the dress for a bit, taping bits here and there. I have my hair done, and I'm all ready to leave the house.

1 PM:

I get to the studio and people usher me to the green room. Oprah drops by and her jaw drops in amazement as she proclaims my dress to be "truly avant-garde and tres chic." I give her air kisses and promise to entertain the audience to the best of my abilities. Oprah tells me, I don't have to do that because quite frankly, she opines, "You are the best thing since life populated this planet." I humbly accept her praise and wait for the show to start taping.

(end of part 1)

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Bad Wife

Two years ago, I posted this entry on my other blog (dated Dec. 23, 2006):

If there's one thing that's more precious to me than all the gold in the universe, it's probably sleep or sleeping or you know that thing that's the exact opposite of wakefulness? yeah, you get it now, i don't have to go to a lengthy explanation bout it. you know how they say "magbiro ka na sa lasing wag lang sa bagong gising?" well that should clue you in. there's a particular quirk to my body and my personality that's anchored on the sleep gene. i'm boorish by nature but it's nothing compared to what i become whenever my sleep is interrupted. some people get nasty when they're not fed, i get testy when i don't get my 8-hour sleep. of course that alone is an accomplishment for me, my circadian rhythm is synchronized to a 36-hour schedule. i'm a freak sure, but even if i'm only napping, people should never, and i mean NEVER wake me for some petty reason like the house is on fire or the president of the country has come to visit...NEVER. it's not just rude, it throws off my sleep-wake cycle out of the orbit, which makes me homicidal and makes me want to use the most colorful language in my arsenal, the kind that puts sailors to shame. it's not pretty, well it never is, but that's not the point. the point is, LET ME SLEEP. i promise you giving me and my body all the time it needs to rest, is your only hope of ever seeing the "nice" side of me. it's not a myth.

Two days ago:

I got into a fight. Actually, it wasn't really a fight, 'cause I was doing all the shouting and channeling the all-powerful Mrs. Grumpykins.

Bottomline: Nobody should ask me weird questions when I'm still sleeping.

Bad Wife Connection:

Woe to the man who asks me for nookie in the wee hours of the morning. Ditto for preparing breakfast and milking the cow (in case I marry a farmer...).

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Audio Chocolate

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Still have to thank Joseph for introducing me to the awesomeness that is Up Dharma Down...

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Last Laugh

So evil, it makes me want to slit my wrists. Still, it's mighty fantastic.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

2008 Mantra

If there's ever a reason to watch Why Why Love . . .

江小南:"你知不知道 我們隨時都要做好下一秒談戀愛的準備
誰知道 緣份會不會己經悄悄展開了
誰知道 愛神的箭是不是己經射中我們
又誰知道 那個白馬王子不會駕著馬車來接我們呢?
當然 時代不同了
總之 我有預感

Jiang Xiao Nan: "Do you know we all have to be prepared because we may fall in love in the next second. Who knows, fate could be quietly launching? Who knows, cupid's arrow could be shooting right at us? And who knows, that our prince charming won't be fetching us in his horse carriage? Of course, it's a different generation now. He may be driving a sports car, or a cool motorbike. Anyway, I have a premonition he is coming soon."

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