I'm immune from a lot of things; Crocs, Twilight movies, death. But one thing I'm not immune from is the year ender post. Yep, this is gonna be one of those.
ADClash. Never did tell you about what happened, huh? Well, we lost. That's pretty much it.
Graduated form college. BOOYAH!
Cats.
There's two of them living in the house right now. They were abandoned or their mom died I'm really not sure. I took them in, hand reared them, some of them died. Because really no matter what kind of milk I give them there's nothing better than their mom's milk. Antibodies. Kittens need that.
They also live harmoniously with our dogs. Yes, I was able to make them get along. They started living with us mid-August and before September they were already okay with one another. Slap me and call me Helen Keller. I'm a freaking miracle worker.
Disasters.
I don't think I really need to elaborate on this one. I'm sure pretty much everyone knows what I'm talking about. This is why people are calling 2009 a terrible year. Although if I remember correctly people are saying the same thing about 2008 around the same time last year. So which one is it? 2008 or 2009?
License.
I was Spongebob Squarepants for awhile. But I actually learned how to drive and got my license. Say it with me: There's a new droyvah on the block. Oy, oy, oy!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Hey oh!
Okay, okay it's been a while. I'll post something soon I promise. But for the mean time here's something wtf inducing.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Right.
After graduation you gave yourself one month off to get your crap together. Now, you know for a fact that you have taken far longer breaks. Actually when you were younger it would come regularly, two months or so; Summer vacation. And when you were little bit older than being young(what?) you would randomly take breaks just because you want to and just because you can, no one cares as long as you advance to the next grade when you're suppose to. So why is that you're bored out of your mind? You're not getting anything done, nothing amazing or relevant or mind-blowing or shocking is happening(don't care much for swine flu and sex tapes).And because of the lack of natural occurring awesomeness you try and introduce some to your system. Plan to make the biggest or the most of so and so. Try to be the fastest in this or that. But you end up not pushing through because you're out of butter and because someone who doesn't even bother to update they're blog everyday couldn't possibly get a book published in one month.
So, you have nothing to show for for that month off aside from a root canal-ed molar. And do you know what the worse part is? You still have one week left.
After graduation you gave yourself one month off to get your crap together. Now, you know for a fact that you have taken far longer breaks. Actually when you were younger it would come regularly, two months or so; Summer vacation. And when you were little bit older than being young(what?) you would randomly take breaks just because you want to and just because you can, no one cares as long as you advance to the next grade when you're suppose to. So why is that you're bored out of your mind? You're not getting anything done, nothing amazing or relevant or mind-blowing or shocking is happening(don't care much for swine flu and sex tapes).And because of the lack of natural occurring awesomeness you try and introduce some to your system. Plan to make the biggest or the most of so and so. Try to be the fastest in this or that. But you end up not pushing through because you're out of butter and because someone who doesn't even bother to update they're blog everyday couldn't possibly get a book published in one month.
So, you have nothing to show for for that month off aside from a root canal-ed molar. And do you know what the worse part is? You still have one week left.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
You Mothers!
Why is that mothers have this special power to make things suddenly all better?
It doesn't matter what your problem is or how long you've stressed out about it. The moment she says that it'll be okay and that she'll be there for you it's all rainbows and butterflies.
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms in the world! But most specially to my mom.
I love you!
It doesn't matter what your problem is or how long you've stressed out about it. The moment she says that it'll be okay and that she'll be there for you it's all rainbows and butterflies.
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms in the world! But most specially to my mom.
I love you!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
3 in 1
I was back from school before 11:30 this morning. Wow. I guess it's true what they say about early comers, huh?
Finally, I got my tickets for the graduation ceremony that's one less thing to worry about now it's just a matter of finding the dress and the shoes but before I get to any of that let's have a flashback, shall we?
Monday.
In my hands are the most coveted PINK CARDS. The cards that are virtually useless because they have the gradesheets anyway and you have your class cards but for some reason you won't be able to graduate without them.
Photocopied class cards. Check.
Duly accomplished pink cards. Check.
Some signatures. Check.
Validated receipts. No go.
The lines were too long and there's no way I'm lining up for hours. How abut a treat then? The sister and I went to the mall and had frozen yogurt, some fastfood, bought a cd for the kid and had ice cream. I was disappointed by the Doc Martens store in Babyland. There were only a handful but the price tag was really jaw dropping. 999. Holy cow! We saw it while we were in the cab on our way to the mall. We freaked out a bit and told each other that we are definitely stopping by later...and I already told you what happened next.
We were walking in the rain having fun. Sister is really happy with her The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus album courtesy of yours truly.
Enough fun time for some pain. Time for some of my Guerrilla tactics. Guerrilla payment is something that some impatient yet smart and sensible(heh) students do when the lines are too long which is 99% of the time. They leave and come back later in the day when everybody else is done and the lines are no longer there. Sometimes it works sometimes it does not. Lady Luck must have been on my side because it worked! I was the person before the last person. Imagine that.
I was very pleased with myself after that. I even called me unbelievably awesome. I was also unbelievably tired. Well, not really but it ties the whole thing up, doesn't it?
Tuesday and Wednesday
These two days muddled into each other. Pretty much did the same thing I did on Monday. Walking. Waiting. Had my mutilated clearance sheet signed by some people who seem to be important but aren't. And then suddenly I have enough signatures and receipts to claim my COC. Yet another piece of paper that been hyped up and put in a pedestal that when you actually get it you're disappointed because it really is nothing but a piece of paper.
Thurday aka Today
Like I said got the tickets. Quick happy dance. Some woo's. And one more yay. There end of celebration.
Finally, I got my tickets for the graduation ceremony that's one less thing to worry about now it's just a matter of finding the dress and the shoes but before I get to any of that let's have a flashback, shall we?
Monday.
In my hands are the most coveted PINK CARDS. The cards that are virtually useless because they have the gradesheets anyway and you have your class cards but for some reason you won't be able to graduate without them.
Photocopied class cards. Check.
Duly accomplished pink cards. Check.
Some signatures. Check.
Validated receipts. No go.
The lines were too long and there's no way I'm lining up for hours. How abut a treat then? The sister and I went to the mall and had frozen yogurt, some fastfood, bought a cd for the kid and had ice cream. I was disappointed by the Doc Martens store in Babyland. There were only a handful but the price tag was really jaw dropping. 999. Holy cow! We saw it while we were in the cab on our way to the mall. We freaked out a bit and told each other that we are definitely stopping by later...and I already told you what happened next.
We were walking in the rain having fun. Sister is really happy with her The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus album courtesy of yours truly.
Enough fun time for some pain. Time for some of my Guerrilla tactics. Guerrilla payment is something that some impatient yet smart and sensible(heh) students do when the lines are too long which is 99% of the time. They leave and come back later in the day when everybody else is done and the lines are no longer there. Sometimes it works sometimes it does not. Lady Luck must have been on my side because it worked! I was the person before the last person. Imagine that.
I was very pleased with myself after that. I even called me unbelievably awesome. I was also unbelievably tired. Well, not really but it ties the whole thing up, doesn't it?
Tuesday and Wednesday
These two days muddled into each other. Pretty much did the same thing I did on Monday. Walking. Waiting. Had my mutilated clearance sheet signed by some people who seem to be important but aren't. And then suddenly I have enough signatures and receipts to claim my COC. Yet another piece of paper that been hyped up and put in a pedestal that when you actually get it you're disappointed because it really is nothing but a piece of paper.
Thurday aka Today
Like I said got the tickets. Quick happy dance. Some woo's. And one more yay. There end of celebration.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
It's a square
Whenever people describe me one word would always come up: weird.
So, whenever people ask me to describe myself I say "weird." And then people would ask what's weird about me I would then tell them the things people say that's weird. And then people who asked would say, "Well, that's not weird at all."
Well, here's the deal, I've been called weird my entire life, I've been weird my entire life. Weird seem to fit, weird sounds right. So weird I am.
Now, I've never been the one to depend on people to define who or what I am (c'mon they don't even know what color socks I'm wearing and I would let them tell me what I really am) but I've met normal. Ive been with normal. And normal people do horrible stuff. They kill, they betray, they sell each other out. Normal doesn't seem to work for me. Same goes with friends.
People have friends so I've heard. And the people they call friends always have a ready knife to stab them with. They also steal each others boyfriends, call their BFF's sluts and whores. See, if that's what a friend is I don't want a friend and I don't want to be anyone's friend. In fact don't even try and associate me with that word. I get really uncomfortable around it. You know that goat that seems to die when stunned that happens to me a little bit inside when people start throwing that word around. Although it always astounds me when people say that I'm their friend. Astounding but uncomfortable...but astounding.....buuutttt uncomfortable.
Still count your blessings, kid, the people who insist on calling you the f word are people you actually like.
So, whenever people ask me to describe myself I say "weird." And then people would ask what's weird about me I would then tell them the things people say that's weird. And then people who asked would say, "Well, that's not weird at all."
Well, here's the deal, I've been called weird my entire life, I've been weird my entire life. Weird seem to fit, weird sounds right. So weird I am.
Now, I've never been the one to depend on people to define who or what I am (c'mon they don't even know what color socks I'm wearing and I would let them tell me what I really am) but I've met normal. Ive been with normal. And normal people do horrible stuff. They kill, they betray, they sell each other out. Normal doesn't seem to work for me. Same goes with friends.
People have friends so I've heard. And the people they call friends always have a ready knife to stab them with. They also steal each others boyfriends, call their BFF's sluts and whores. See, if that's what a friend is I don't want a friend and I don't want to be anyone's friend. In fact don't even try and associate me with that word. I get really uncomfortable around it. You know that goat that seems to die when stunned that happens to me a little bit inside when people start throwing that word around. Although it always astounds me when people say that I'm their friend. Astounding but uncomfortable...but astounding.....buuutttt uncomfortable.
Still count your blessings, kid, the people who insist on calling you the f word are people you actually like.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Potpourri
Exclusivity. I'm against it. Never condoned it never will. Why? Because it feels a lot like discrimination. I will not be discriminated. Not by age, not by sex, not by status, not by race. I treat everyone as my equal and I expect people to do the same.
Some people are, no, scratch that, A LOT of people are Narutards. I, on the other hand, am infected by the Hanta virus. Oh, I'm loving it like I'm twelve again. It inspires me, keeps me up at night, I have plans like you wouldn't believe. And most of all I am very happy.
The Yoshimoto Cube just blows my mind.
I'm showing signs of recovery from EGD aka Excessive Gashaponing Disease. Haven't been back since the 21st (but for some weird reason I'm still broke). Although I don't think that I will really rid my self of EGD, I mean just look at them all lined up:
Some people are, no, scratch that, A LOT of people are Narutards. I, on the other hand, am infected by the Hanta virus. Oh, I'm loving it like I'm twelve again. It inspires me, keeps me up at night, I have plans like you wouldn't believe. And most of all I am very happy.
The Yoshimoto Cube just blows my mind.
I'm showing signs of recovery from EGD aka Excessive Gashaponing Disease. Haven't been back since the 21st (but for some weird reason I'm still broke). Although I don't think that I will really rid my self of EGD, I mean just look at them all lined up:
Pay close attention to the middle four...OOOHHHHHH, YEEAAH!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Chocolate Chunk Cookies
For some reason the story that's suppose to accompany the picture never materialized so instead I'm just gonna write down stuff that used to be a part of the piece that never was.
The cookie is five inches in diameter. Almost as big as my face and could possibly end world hunger.
Didn't use chips. Instead I melted a block of dark chocolate, chilled it and chopped it. Now, you don't actually chop chilled chocolate because when you try and do it they shatter. And that is wonderful. I had big chunks and I had fine chocolate sand.
I wanted my cookies to look lumpy and crack-y. I want them stop turning out like that thing up there I mean they look good but they always look like that.
Still searching for that perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe. This one is not it. They got great feedback from the family but not from me. No, not horrible just not IT.
Tried chilling for a long time like that New York Times article suggested and recommended. The funny thing is I've done that before without realizing it. Because for me that wasn't ooh this would give the eggs time to get to the flour. It was just left over dough from last night. But why did I not think that chilling would make a difference? Because it really did. When I baked it the following day it was certainly better.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Why do people always say that I "have a good command of the English language" or "magaling mag-English" when they've only heard me speak it once or twice their entire lives?
Being made to be one of the frontliners--what's that you ask, well, a frontliner is someone who gets shot first when things go horribly, seriously wrong, hence the name-- for the upcoming ADClash gives me the heebie jeebies. It's flattering that these people entrusted me this important task on being one of the voices for everybody, and this might just be the thing to help me get over my crippling fear of public speaking. But that is the very same thing that I hate the most about it, for the defense and presentation wouldn't happen in front of a panel of judges consisting of maybe 5 or 6 big shots. Oh, no, we're too flashy for that! Instead this will happen in front of the entire Advertising student body plus a few more curious people who have absolutely no idea of what's happening.
Did I mention that it would also be documented? I'm talking videos and pictures and if possible, holograms!
Well, if you hate it so much why don't you just quit? You're a big fan of the No-one-can-make-me-do-anything-I-don't-wanna-do movement so quit! I can't. There we're three people before me who were forced into it as well but they didn't say anything. Not a pip not even a "what the fuck!"And then me who even underwent a voting process had the nerve to be a diva and say hell no. I can't. I just have to deal with it, suck it up.
Yep, I already accepted the fact that come ADClash I will be sweating under uncomfortable clothes in front of hundreds of kids trying not to sound stupid.
But still this is all ridiculous! Just as ridiculous as the ridiculousness that was going on in my head while the whole ridiculous voting process was happening ridiculously.
"Well, I have nothing to worry. There's only two more slots left and there are, what, eight, nine ten people to choose from. What are the odds of me being one of the two?"
"Okay, so the fourth one is Angelique..."
"Crap! And what a landslide fail too. Man, so all the theories of probability or whatever doesn't really apply to me. Great!"
Being made to be one of the frontliners--what's that you ask, well, a frontliner is someone who gets shot first when things go horribly, seriously wrong, hence the name-- for the upcoming ADClash gives me the heebie jeebies. It's flattering that these people entrusted me this important task on being one of the voices for everybody, and this might just be the thing to help me get over my crippling fear of public speaking. But that is the very same thing that I hate the most about it, for the defense and presentation wouldn't happen in front of a panel of judges consisting of maybe 5 or 6 big shots. Oh, no, we're too flashy for that! Instead this will happen in front of the entire Advertising student body plus a few more curious people who have absolutely no idea of what's happening.
Did I mention that it would also be documented? I'm talking videos and pictures and if possible, holograms!
Well, if you hate it so much why don't you just quit? You're a big fan of the No-one-can-make-me-do-anything-I-don't-wanna-do movement so quit! I can't. There we're three people before me who were forced into it as well but they didn't say anything. Not a pip not even a "what the fuck!"And then me who even underwent a voting process had the nerve to be a diva and say hell no. I can't. I just have to deal with it, suck it up.
Yep, I already accepted the fact that come ADClash I will be sweating under uncomfortable clothes in front of hundreds of kids trying not to sound stupid.
But still this is all ridiculous! Just as ridiculous as the ridiculousness that was going on in my head while the whole ridiculous voting process was happening ridiculously.
"Well, I have nothing to worry. There's only two more slots left and there are, what, eight, nine ten people to choose from. What are the odds of me being one of the two?"
"Okay, so the fourth one is Angelique..."
"Crap! And what a landslide fail too. Man, so all the theories of probability or whatever doesn't really apply to me. Great!"
Capsule toys
Did it for the first time yesterday. I got lucky I guess because I got who I wanted first time doing it. I got Kurapika! Wooop! And then from the next machine I got Nobita. I got all the critters I wanted. Okay, from the Doraemon gang anyone would have been okay, they were all cute but still. Anyway, when I got Kurapika I have to admit I squealed a lil bit. Never really thought I would get him I'm really unlucky when it comes to things like that. There could all be nothing but Kurapika's and I would still get, I don't know, Barney. Yes, unlucky like that.
Maybe it's just me being a weirdo or me just missing out on a lot of things but doing the capsule toy thingamajig was really fun. Sure it rendered me broke and I probably could have gotten them for half the price in Divisoria but then I wouldn't have had the pleasure of turning the knob.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
What I have been doing
I was cooking. Not really shocking but here's something that sounds hardcore: even up to the last minutes before '08 becomes '09 I was making frosting for the cake my aunt asked me to do. Fifteen minutes before midnight exactly was the time I pronounced that cake done and done. Good thing too because after all the fireworks, which were considerably less this year, and the jumping, and the "Happy New Year"-ing the relatives ate the the cake. About two-thirds of it. They said it was good, I say it's okay. Here's a photo:
This wasn't the exact cake the kids devoured the cake pictured has marshmallow frosting the cake that got eaten by the family has Swiss Buttercream . But they look similar.
Other things I've been cooking:
and most recently Butter cookies. I used my gingerbread men cookie cutters and added some color to make it a little more interesting. This took a while to do because of the cutting and freezing and rolling and transferring. I was working on it for two hours and there's still some dough left.
I worked with fondant too for the first time. No picture though. Didn't take one. It was okay the family even oohed and aahed because it was "beautiful and artistic." They were mesmerized by the roses and leaves. Yep, it was a painting of a garden full of roses alright if the artist who did it happen to be on acid.
Cooking wasn't the only thing that kept me busy during the the holidays. I was also reading. Here's my reading list:
Me 1: Oh, this is bad!
Me 2: Yup, it is.
Me 1: Who am I kidding? It's King it can't be bad.
But it was. It was overwritten. What could have been said completely and perfectly with four words he used ten. It had its moments(King and I--ha!--have the same zombies in our heads, not really the walking dead just kinda cuckoo) but not enough to redeem itself.
I spent a buttload on books. It's cool they keep me happy. Happier still because I still have The Graveyard Book and Nightwatch to look forward to.
Other things I've been cooking:
S'mores bars
Chocolate Chip Pecan Bars of which I also made in cookie form
I worked with fondant too for the first time. No picture though. Didn't take one. It was okay the family even oohed and aahed because it was "beautiful and artistic." They were mesmerized by the roses and leaves. Yep, it was a painting of a garden full of roses alright if the artist who did it happen to be on acid.
Cooking wasn't the only thing that kept me busy during the the holidays. I was also reading. Here's my reading list:
- Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
- Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
- Stardust by Neil Gaiman
- Cell by Stephen King
- Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman
Me 1: Oh, this is bad!
Me 2: Yup, it is.
Me 1: Who am I kidding? It's King it can't be bad.
But it was. It was overwritten. What could have been said completely and perfectly with four words he used ten. It had its moments(King and I--ha!--have the same zombies in our heads, not really the walking dead just kinda cuckoo) but not enough to redeem itself.
I spent a buttload on books. It's cool they keep me happy. Happier still because I still have The Graveyard Book and Nightwatch to look forward to.
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