Toy soldiers. Jaden really wanted the bicycle, but that's for his birthday.

I am so loving my life right now and I'm not ashamed to admit it. She is such a darling!

*Sigh*

Ok, I admit it. I collected Korean stationery when I was a kid. I loved the cute drawings and the grammatically incorrect clauses (hee). I used to raid the neighborhood supermarket for the stuff whenever I could. So. I work for a Korean boss now and have to expose myself to Korean culture. *cough* I've never had the desire to go to Korea but this morning, I found this and thought hmmm...

Made me think of the stupid "MMDA art" in EDSA. What makes them think stenciling shapes over graffiti is art? Anyway. I'd like to visit Dongpirang. And I'd like to learn how to draw. I am artistically challenged, to say the least. I'd like to be able to draw for my kids. And make my own stationery, for me and Leala.

On a week of sadness, they remain and will always be, the bright spots on my horizon. Thank god for children, my children.

Hey, join me on Plurk!

Nao left us berry knots when she left this morning. I had to slap Youghp's hand away so I could take a picture. Thanks Nao, but this isn't good-bye. Kulitan tayo sa multiply.

[Hmmm...I have been taking pictures of food for the past three days. Eeep. Emotional eating alert!]

Pizza for Hyun's last night. And no, we did not get drunk (I did it on purpose, sorry guys). Meg, answer the question, please. Good luck to all of us.

So I had to bawl my eyes out and prove that too much pressure is never a good thing for one's weight. Thanks, uh, Sharkboy.

You seem to be in the middle between the Type A and Type B personality. In this case, the middle ground is good. Your attitude to life is more of the "smell the roses" kind and you know how and when to relax. Nonetheless, you realize that picking up a challenge and competing a little bit for your place in the sun can add some spice to your life. The equilibrium is important, so don't let your hostile, aggressive, and competitive alter ego take over too often. Generally, you are easy to be around, and people tend to feel relaxed and comfortable in your presence. Yours is a very healthy attitude towards life.

At least for me. I.want.more.time.to.spend.with.my.kids.
Drats.

As a kid, my parents regularly brought my sisters and me to book stores and on some days, we would pick out one book for each of us. I love shopping for books, even if I'm just browsing around. I hope I can pass my love of books and reading to Jaden and Leala. These books were on sale and I love them.

Many, many years ago, my mother used to work here. My dad worked next door, at the government information agency. That's how they met. And they ended up having me and my two sisters. So yeah, an ode to this.

I was probably two or three when this photo was taken by my dad. I can't believe I've become old enough to have a toddler (and a newborn) of my own.

I just found out that a typical writer in New York earns ten times as much as we do here in the office. (I found this calculator in the yahoo hot jobs website. Sadly, no data on Asia.) Granted, the cost of living there is way higher than here. But it just shows me the value they put on creative thinking as opposed to here in this country.

Sometimes I feel like I’m in the wrong country. No, I love being Filipino, there’s no country I’d rather call home. But most of the time, I wish things here in the Philippines were different, better different. Some of our values are skewed and I wonder if it’s just really because we were under foreign rule for so long or if we’re perhaps the only country with an icon for laziness and resist changing our behavior and way of thinking.

On another note: I have promised to post Leala’s pictures here but my computer broke down and it’s either I have to replace the memory chip which was scorched or the entire motherboard (which is a bitch) before I can access the hard drive that contains the pictures. I just hope I can rescue the PC before it’s too late.

Too many possibilities, too many deadlines. May be enough to make the screw turn.

I most certainly do.

And you lose some...sleep that is. It is nearly 12 when I remembered I have yet to take a picture for the day. Extra work means extra money. Extra money means less debts. *sighs*

I usually like gloomy weather, but it's so inconvenient and weathers like these are for sleeping in and I can't sleep in. *head desk*

Anyway, Project 365 updates! Here's my photobucket Project 365 album

I did not sleep.

I did not want to eat.

I did not smoke.

I burst into tears at the slightest thought of my kids.

Am I working too hard? Will it be worth it?

Do you think America has a gun problem?

Oh god I am so out of it today.

Having just had two hours of sleep, my brain is now on auto-pilot.

And I still need to do a lot more stuff.

So let's get these two articles out of the way shall we?

Gah.

Well, good and bad news on a Monday morning.

The good? Extra work.

The bad? Lovable Chef Arvin has decided to quit on us, well sort of. After that scary attack last week, it is understandable that he'll be more careful.

Ben, I did tell you to go easy on the beer. That's what happens when you don't listen.

But I did spend Saturday with Jaden. Went to his lola's house then brought him to Power Plant where he delightedly pushed a kiddie cart while I was in checkout. Sunday was spent developing a crick in my neck and putting myself at risk of having carpal tunnel syndrome.

*sigh* Whatever it takes to get the bills paid, I guess.

I've posted new Project 365 photos on my album. Do check it out.

We are going to have an open mic night on November 28 and I am so excited. Especially since H wanted to hear Tagalog poems. I'm thinking of reading one of my grandfather's poems.

Anyway, an old poem from my old poetry blog:

Delicious

Well, the speech writer is damn good.

I wonder how long it took the writer to write that. I wonder, too, what good it will do for the Philippines to have, for the very first time, a non-white person in the White House.

@_@ Should it still be called the White House if the person there is not white? Hee. Maybe they should change the name, too. (Do NOT lecture me on why the White House is called the White House, I have wikipedia too.)

Because I already made the work quota today, I've decided to blog. Sadly, my life has gotten in the way of blogging about my life. Leala's already over a month old and I haven't even posted a single picture of her yet. Thing is, home computer's on the blink again and I haven't gotten around to making it work. It's just that I feel so tired most of the time when I get home from work that I barely have the energy left to nurse Leala and play with Jaden let alone tinker with the damn thing. I should do that tonight though. There's always the danger of not being able to make it work forever and I don't need that problem right now.

On looking for topics to write about for work, I came across project 365. I've known about it before, from one of y_slaybelle's posts but reading about it makes me want to do it. But who am I kidding? I can't even blog regularly and I keep forgetting to bring our camera even when going out to the mall with Jaden. (I make do with my beat-up camera phone that badly needs a replacement.) I want to start my own Project 365 though. But I want to begin next year, on my birthday, sort of like a countdown to my 30th year on this planet.

Turning a year older makes me queasy. It sort of forces me to think about what I've done with my life, and I cannot help but compare it to what others my age have done. I know, I know, it's not healthy to compare myself with others, and think about what I don't have and haven't accomplished. So I just try and think about what I do have: a loving husband, two great, healthy kids, and a wonderful job that pays well. Come to think of it, I'm actually pretty lucky.

And my time's up playing hooky.

My most desirous Julius.
You are the cockroach to my kitchen. Spray me.
Do you not realise that if life were a cracker, you would be the cheese?
Let me melt you. Your lickable ears are flushed with pinked pleasure my poppet.
Do not be shy. Do not weep, but sucumb graciously to the inevitable.
Your strokeful stiffnesses frenzy me beyond compare.
I would fry ourselves in the oils of delight and batter, batter, batter, my saucy shark!
If you were the weety-bix I would be the milk.
Let me soak into you slowly.
I will stare forlornly at my mail button until it rises, glowing.
I am greedy for your slobberings.
I am expired and limp with longing. Heed my call!

Made me laugh out loud. Get your own love letter!

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