today my hubsterman and i are able to catch some 'home' time just lazing around and chillin'. we barely get any of those lately. must savor every minute of that.
we attempted a apple and pear crumble. not bad for a first attempt. found the recipe a bit too sweet and tweaked it for my own recipe collection. in fact, i tweaked it quite a bit and the new recipe is almost totally my own.
there we were, the both of us in the kitchen, measuring and cutting and mixing and all. it was kinda fun. luckily the recipe was quite easy.
YUMS!!!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Easter Sunday
i normally go vegetarian on maundy thursday, good friday and holy saturday. i boo boo-ed on good friday. i forgot and accidentally snacked on some dried squid. i mean it's no big deal. not a big huge sin or anything like that. no moral or religious police is gonna cuff me up for that. i forgot. i only remembered that i ate the squid after my dinner of potatoes and peas.
HAPPY EASTER Y'ALL
GOD BLESS
GOD BLESS
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
i am what i am
I am what I am
I am my own special creation
So come take a look
Give me the hook
Or the ovation
It's my world
That I want to have a little pride
My world
And it's not a place I have to hide in
Life's not worth a dam
Till I can say
I am what I am
I am what I am
I don't want praise I don't want pity
I bang my own drum
Some think it's noise I think it's pretty
And so what if I love each sparkle and each bangle
Why not see things from a different angle
Your life is a shame
Till you can shout out I am what I am
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the aces sometimes the deuces
It's one life and there's no return and no deposit
One life so it's time to open up your closet
Life's not worth a dam till you can shout out
I am what I am
I am what I am
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck sometimes the aces sometimes the deuces
It's one life and there's no return and no deposit
One life so it's time to open up your closet
Life's not worth a dam till you can shout out
I am what I am
I am I am I am good
I am I am I am strong
I am I am I am worthy
I am I am I belong
I am
I am
Who whoooo etc.
I am
I am I am I am useful
I am I am I am true
I am I am somebody
I am as good as you
Yes I am
I am my own special creation
So come take a look
Give me the hook
Or the ovation
It's my world
That I want to have a little pride
My world
And it's not a place I have to hide in
Life's not worth a dam
Till I can say
I am what I am
I am what I am
I don't want praise I don't want pity
I bang my own drum
Some think it's noise I think it's pretty
And so what if I love each sparkle and each bangle
Why not see things from a different angle
Your life is a shame
Till you can shout out I am what I am
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the aces sometimes the deuces
It's one life and there's no return and no deposit
One life so it's time to open up your closet
Life's not worth a dam till you can shout out
I am what I am
I am what I am
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses
I deal my own deck sometimes the aces sometimes the deuces
It's one life and there's no return and no deposit
One life so it's time to open up your closet
Life's not worth a dam till you can shout out
I am what I am
I am I am I am good
I am I am I am strong
I am I am I am worthy
I am I am I belong
I am
I am
Who whoooo etc.
I am
I am I am I am useful
I am I am I am true
I am I am somebody
I am as good as you
Yes I am
Sunday, April 09, 2006
a little time for them
this morning we went to the cheras christian cemetery to say hello to some of our departed loved ones. my hubsterman wanted to go coz it was his late grandpa's birthday a few days ago.
there were quite a number of people there visiting their loved ones too, comparatively to the other times that we went where there barely was anyone else around (saved for all souls' day and christmas, of course).
we first stopped by at my grandfather's. i was his favourite grandchild. he's very creative and when i was young he used to make little drawings of me in my many childhood moments on small pieces of cardboard (he was a lampshade and rattan goods maker). these drawings depict me in happy, as well as sad or annoyed times of my childhood in his shop. perhaps one day i'll scan and post them here.
then we moved on to my grandma and aunts' (both my aunts share a grave, my uncle's wife who was cremated and buried with my little aunt joan). their graves were separated by a little english girl's who died when she was still very young. their graves are framed by two frangipani trees which forever rain down beautiful white flowers on them. i've never met my grandma or my aunt joan. my grandma passed on when my mom was still a young girl, and my aunt joan never made it to her first birthday. my uncle's very petite late wife drowned when she was trying to save my cousin jason who could barely swim (she could barely swim herself) in a clubhouse pool. where were the lifeguards? dunno. not there.
next was great-granny juliet's grave. after my grandma died, my mom was taken care of by my great-granny. i've never met her as well, she died before i was born. she was a nyonya lady who wears kebayas and sarong. my dad loved her to bits as well. i've always enjoyed the stories they tell me of great-granny juliet.
my husband's grandfather passed away in the ripe old age of 90 some years back. they used to call him grandpa "who". in his later years, he was hard of hearing and he'll ask "who??" as to acertain who was talking to him at that time. there was once when my brother-in-law joshua came home at night(grandpa was staying with them) and called for grandpa to open the gate. grandpa peered out the doorway and ask, "who?" my brother-in-law replied, "joshua". grandpa said, "oh, joshua's not in" and he closed the door!
my hubsterman's grandpa was the last of our combined clan that we visited in cheras christian cemetery. everyone of them had some stories i could share with you, everyone of them lived on, either in the memories we carry in our hearts or in the tales that we very so often hear in our families' stories.
lit some candles, placed some flowers and spent a lil time with them.
there were quite a number of people there visiting their loved ones too, comparatively to the other times that we went where there barely was anyone else around (saved for all souls' day and christmas, of course).
we first stopped by at my grandfather's. i was his favourite grandchild. he's very creative and when i was young he used to make little drawings of me in my many childhood moments on small pieces of cardboard (he was a lampshade and rattan goods maker). these drawings depict me in happy, as well as sad or annoyed times of my childhood in his shop. perhaps one day i'll scan and post them here.
then we moved on to my grandma and aunts' (both my aunts share a grave, my uncle's wife who was cremated and buried with my little aunt joan). their graves were separated by a little english girl's who died when she was still very young. their graves are framed by two frangipani trees which forever rain down beautiful white flowers on them. i've never met my grandma or my aunt joan. my grandma passed on when my mom was still a young girl, and my aunt joan never made it to her first birthday. my uncle's very petite late wife drowned when she was trying to save my cousin jason who could barely swim (she could barely swim herself) in a clubhouse pool. where were the lifeguards? dunno. not there.
next was great-granny juliet's grave. after my grandma died, my mom was taken care of by my great-granny. i've never met her as well, she died before i was born. she was a nyonya lady who wears kebayas and sarong. my dad loved her to bits as well. i've always enjoyed the stories they tell me of great-granny juliet.
my husband's grandfather passed away in the ripe old age of 90 some years back. they used to call him grandpa "who". in his later years, he was hard of hearing and he'll ask "who??" as to acertain who was talking to him at that time. there was once when my brother-in-law joshua came home at night(grandpa was staying with them) and called for grandpa to open the gate. grandpa peered out the doorway and ask, "who?" my brother-in-law replied, "joshua". grandpa said, "oh, joshua's not in" and he closed the door!
my hubsterman's grandpa was the last of our combined clan that we visited in cheras christian cemetery. everyone of them had some stories i could share with you, everyone of them lived on, either in the memories we carry in our hearts or in the tales that we very so often hear in our families' stories.
lit some candles, placed some flowers and spent a lil time with them.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
panic manic
me thinks me is suffering from depression.
insomnia
high stress levels
incessant worrying over the most minute matters
unidentified fears
emotional tightness in the chest
lethargy
concentration problems
lack of interests in most things
basically the feeling of being in doldrums all the time.
i've had bad emotional periods in my life before, but this time i just can't seem to pull myself out of it. i've always been strong enough a person to get out of a slump, but this time...
sometimes i feel like i need a good cry, a real bigtime bawl to release all the tension inside. but the negative emotions seemed all locked up inside and i can't seem to find the key for them.
don't worry, i'm sure i can get out of this one.
I’m not afraid of anything in this world
There’s nothing you can throw at me that I haven’t already heard
I’m just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And now you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
I will not forsake the colours that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks, they left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears, through your eyes I can see
And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it’s tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don’t really need now, my, oh my
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep
I wasn’t jumping, for me it was a fall
It’s a long way down to nothing at all
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
And if the night runs over
And if the day won’t last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
It’s just a moment
This time will pass
insomnia
high stress levels
incessant worrying over the most minute matters
unidentified fears
emotional tightness in the chest
lethargy
concentration problems
lack of interests in most things
basically the feeling of being in doldrums all the time.
i've had bad emotional periods in my life before, but this time i just can't seem to pull myself out of it. i've always been strong enough a person to get out of a slump, but this time...
sometimes i feel like i need a good cry, a real bigtime bawl to release all the tension inside. but the negative emotions seemed all locked up inside and i can't seem to find the key for them.
don't worry, i'm sure i can get out of this one.
I’m not afraid of anything in this world
There’s nothing you can throw at me that I haven’t already heard
I’m just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And now you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
I will not forsake the colours that you bring
The nights you filled with fireworks, they left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears, through your eyes I can see
And you are such a fool
To worry like you do
I know it’s tough
And you can never get enough
Of what you don’t really need now, my, oh my
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Oh love, look at you now
You’ve got yourself stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
I was unconscious, half asleep
The water is warm till you discover how deep
I wasn’t jumping, for me it was a fall
It’s a long way down to nothing at all
You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
And if the night runs over
And if the day won’t last
And if our way should falter
Along the stony pass
It’s just a moment
This time will pass
Thursday, March 30, 2006
oyster is a bad boy
hubsterman and i had dinner at victoria station in taipan tonite. i'm normally very boring with my choices. i'll always have the parisienne garlic steak, whereas his choice is always a guess for me.
tonite he chose the carpetbagger. i was already tearing into my own juicy piece of meat when his order arrived at the table. he took a bite and instantly asked be to take a whiff of the oysters sandwiched in the middle of the steak. i took a sniff and a taste. they bad. totally off.
he got the waiter to take his steak away and changed his order to a garlic steak (no point taking his chances with the oysters again).
they fired up his order pretty quick and when he cut into the meat, it was rare (he ordered medium). it was more than rare. infact, it look raw. again the plate goes back into the kitchen. guess they nuked it and this time it came back perfect.
did we tip them? yup.
will we go back? yup.
will we order the carpetbagger again? not on your life.
tonite he chose the carpetbagger. i was already tearing into my own juicy piece of meat when his order arrived at the table. he took a bite and instantly asked be to take a whiff of the oysters sandwiched in the middle of the steak. i took a sniff and a taste. they bad. totally off.
he got the waiter to take his steak away and changed his order to a garlic steak (no point taking his chances with the oysters again).
they fired up his order pretty quick and when he cut into the meat, it was rare (he ordered medium). it was more than rare. infact, it look raw. again the plate goes back into the kitchen. guess they nuked it and this time it came back perfect.
did we tip them? yup.
will we go back? yup.
will we order the carpetbagger again? not on your life.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
am i man enough?
i've been thinking about my likes and dislikes recently and i've come to realise that i've got a lot of "manly" interests.
~ i love football (by football, i mean the european football, not the american game where they use their hands and hold the ball and run around, the only thing they do with their FOOT is to kick the ball. then why do they call it FOOTball???)
i love the game and yes, i do have a team that i support. in fact, i support 2 teams, one as a big time supporter and the second, well, as a small time supporter.
i love to watch a great game of football. yes, even when the team that i'm supporting is losing (i'll be very disappointed though). i like that better than the inconsistant and downright horrendous thing they do that they call 'referreeing'
~ i love formula 1. i've always been a die-hard mcClaren fan especially the late aryton senna and mika hakkinen. as the two greats no longer race in f1, i'm not so much a supporter of the team. i just enjoy the races and the GOOD driving skills. funnily enough, i've never been a fan of michael schumacher. hmm... i wonder why ;P
~ i like d.i.y. doing simple repairs, assembling, plumbing and all of those sorts have always been an interest of mine. i like to put things together and i like to know how things work.
~ i happen to prefer beer over cutesy cocktails. i prefer the taste. forget the beer belly and all that. gimme a beer rather than a cutesy pina colada. although i admit that there are times when i wouldn't mind a well put together cocktail with a kick.
~ i like war movies, especially those with loads of strategizing and fight scenes.
~ i like superheros and their comics. i have a secret kinda superhero alter-ego back in highschool.
~ i like spy books, and war books (in fact i'm a readaholic. i read anything and everything, even read a phonebook once coz there was no other reading material). so maybe this category doesn't really count, but what the heck.
~i like snooker. not pool, but snooker.
~ i like the sports section of the newspaper. i prefer that to the lifestyle section on most days. when i read the papers, i always save the sports section for last. looking forward to it eagerly whilst reading the rest of the paper first. definetely saving the best for last.
i do have my girly interests, but somehow or rather i've always prefered discussing a good game or a good race or a new way of doing up the house to a discussion of makeup and clothes and fashion. i figure that i AM man enough. that's why i'm a lady =D
besides, my 'manly' interests have brought my husband and i closer together. think about it, wouldn't it be nice if your wife enjoys a game or a race with your rather than having her sulk about it the whole time? *fluttering eyelashes with a coy smile*
~ i love football (by football, i mean the european football, not the american game where they use their hands and hold the ball and run around, the only thing they do with their FOOT is to kick the ball. then why do they call it FOOTball???)
i love the game and yes, i do have a team that i support. in fact, i support 2 teams, one as a big time supporter and the second, well, as a small time supporter.
i love to watch a great game of football. yes, even when the team that i'm supporting is losing (i'll be very disappointed though). i like that better than the inconsistant and downright horrendous thing they do that they call 'referreeing'
~ i love formula 1. i've always been a die-hard mcClaren fan especially the late aryton senna and mika hakkinen. as the two greats no longer race in f1, i'm not so much a supporter of the team. i just enjoy the races and the GOOD driving skills. funnily enough, i've never been a fan of michael schumacher. hmm... i wonder why ;P
~ i like d.i.y. doing simple repairs, assembling, plumbing and all of those sorts have always been an interest of mine. i like to put things together and i like to know how things work.
~ i happen to prefer beer over cutesy cocktails. i prefer the taste. forget the beer belly and all that. gimme a beer rather than a cutesy pina colada. although i admit that there are times when i wouldn't mind a well put together cocktail with a kick.
~ i like war movies, especially those with loads of strategizing and fight scenes.
~ i like superheros and their comics. i have a secret kinda superhero alter-ego back in highschool.
~ i like spy books, and war books (in fact i'm a readaholic. i read anything and everything, even read a phonebook once coz there was no other reading material). so maybe this category doesn't really count, but what the heck.
~i like snooker. not pool, but snooker.
~ i like the sports section of the newspaper. i prefer that to the lifestyle section on most days. when i read the papers, i always save the sports section for last. looking forward to it eagerly whilst reading the rest of the paper first. definetely saving the best for last.
i do have my girly interests, but somehow or rather i've always prefered discussing a good game or a good race or a new way of doing up the house to a discussion of makeup and clothes and fashion. i figure that i AM man enough. that's why i'm a lady =D
besides, my 'manly' interests have brought my husband and i closer together. think about it, wouldn't it be nice if your wife enjoys a game or a race with your rather than having her sulk about it the whole time? *fluttering eyelashes with a coy smile*
Friday, March 24, 2006
twohands' hall of... duds
my list of "I DON'T LIKEs". shitty stuff. bleakh!! *the date the item is added to the list is in brackets*
- matthew mcconaughey (27 march 06) how's he the sexiest man of 2005??
- matthew mcconaughey (27 march 06) how's he the sexiest man of 2005??
Thursday, March 23, 2006
twohands' hall of... cool cheet
list of "I LURVEs" mwah, mwah!! *date of item added to the list is in brackets*
- crash (23 march 06)
- to kill a mockingbird - harper lee (24 feb 06)
- bohemian rhapsody - queen (24 feb 06)
- da vinci code - dan brown (24 feb 06)
- angels and demons - dan brown (24 feb 06)
- shawshank redemption (9 feb 06)
- remember the titans (9 feb 06)
- beautiful mind (9 feb 06)
- three men and a baby (9 feb 06)
- american history X (9 feb 06)
- grease (9 feb 06)
- the alchemist - paulo coelho (9 feb 06)
- riders - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- rivals - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- players - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- polo - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- man who made husbands jealous - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- apassionata - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- score - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- pandora - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- not a penny more, not a penny less - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- kane and able - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- the prodigal daughter - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- shall we tell the president (9 feb 06)
- first among equals - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- a matter of honour - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- as the crow flies - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- honour among thieves - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- fourth estate - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- the eleventh commandmant - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- sons of fortune - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- a quiver full of arrows - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- a twist in the tale - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- twelve red herrings - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- to cut a long story short - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- first wives club - olivia goldsmith (9 feb 06)
- shantaram - gregory david roberts (9 feb 06)
- the whole harry potter series (up to book six now) - j k rowling (9 feb 06)
- memoirs of a geisha - arthur golden (9 feb 06)
- lightning - dean koontz (9 feb 06)
- watchers - dean koontz (9 feb 06)
- tick tock - dean koontz (9 feb 06)
- nat king cole (9 feb 06)
- chester bennington of linkin park (9 feb 06)
- eminem (9 feb 06)
- jim reeves (9 feb 06)
- U2 (9 feb 06)
- freddy mercury (9 feb 06)
- tupac (9 feb 06)
- oleta adams (9 feb 06)
- josh groban (9 feb 06)
- luther vandross (9 feb 06)
- andrea boccelli (9 feb 06)
- il divo (9 feb 06)
- crash (23 march 06)
- to kill a mockingbird - harper lee (24 feb 06)
- bohemian rhapsody - queen (24 feb 06)
- da vinci code - dan brown (24 feb 06)
- angels and demons - dan brown (24 feb 06)
- shawshank redemption (9 feb 06)
- remember the titans (9 feb 06)
- beautiful mind (9 feb 06)
- three men and a baby (9 feb 06)
- american history X (9 feb 06)
- grease (9 feb 06)
- the alchemist - paulo coelho (9 feb 06)
- riders - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- rivals - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- players - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- polo - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- man who made husbands jealous - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- apassionata - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- score - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- pandora - jilly cooper (9 feb 06)
- not a penny more, not a penny less - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- kane and able - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- the prodigal daughter - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- shall we tell the president (9 feb 06)
- first among equals - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- a matter of honour - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- as the crow flies - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- honour among thieves - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- fourth estate - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- the eleventh commandmant - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- sons of fortune - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- a quiver full of arrows - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- a twist in the tale - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- twelve red herrings - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- to cut a long story short - jeffrey archer (9 feb 06)
- first wives club - olivia goldsmith (9 feb 06)
- shantaram - gregory david roberts (9 feb 06)
- the whole harry potter series (up to book six now) - j k rowling (9 feb 06)
- memoirs of a geisha - arthur golden (9 feb 06)
- lightning - dean koontz (9 feb 06)
- watchers - dean koontz (9 feb 06)
- tick tock - dean koontz (9 feb 06)
- nat king cole (9 feb 06)
- chester bennington of linkin park (9 feb 06)
- eminem (9 feb 06)
- jim reeves (9 feb 06)
- U2 (9 feb 06)
- freddy mercury (9 feb 06)
- tupac (9 feb 06)
- oleta adams (9 feb 06)
- josh groban (9 feb 06)
- luther vandross (9 feb 06)
- andrea boccelli (9 feb 06)
- il divo (9 feb 06)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
drifting anchors
sometimes i look back in life and wonder where the people we call our friends are at now.
the people from our school days, our college/uni days, people we used to work with, play with and cry with.
i've got good friends from my school days who just live a couple of rows from my home, and some are a couple of continents away. it's an irony that my closest friends in school are the ones who are far away from me now. and then there were the ones from after school. where's nik? last i heard, he's somewhere in germany. where's zu? dunno. where's christina? where's ailene? where's justin? heard he's now some big shot in an ad agency in the u.s. where's bala and siva? where's eugene? heard he's with ibm. only one i kept in touch with was howie, but apparently he's now known as brian, or was it mike? dunno, he'll always be howie to me.
i've met loads, and i mean loads of people when i started working. some became friends, some moved on and the one i missed most is sendi. she married some prick and is now apparently somewhere in some farm in australia. haven't seen her for years. do i miss her? very much.
in recent years, i've met loads of new friends, and a bunch of them thru my husband. some are knuckleheads, and some are nice. will we stay friends? dunno. hope so. especially with the nice ones =)
as i look back at my life, i ask, "who are my friends?" "what are friends?" are they anchors? or drifters?
the people from our school days, our college/uni days, people we used to work with, play with and cry with.
i've got good friends from my school days who just live a couple of rows from my home, and some are a couple of continents away. it's an irony that my closest friends in school are the ones who are far away from me now. and then there were the ones from after school. where's nik? last i heard, he's somewhere in germany. where's zu? dunno. where's christina? where's ailene? where's justin? heard he's now some big shot in an ad agency in the u.s. where's bala and siva? where's eugene? heard he's with ibm. only one i kept in touch with was howie, but apparently he's now known as brian, or was it mike? dunno, he'll always be howie to me.
i've met loads, and i mean loads of people when i started working. some became friends, some moved on and the one i missed most is sendi. she married some prick and is now apparently somewhere in some farm in australia. haven't seen her for years. do i miss her? very much.
in recent years, i've met loads of new friends, and a bunch of them thru my husband. some are knuckleheads, and some are nice. will we stay friends? dunno. hope so. especially with the nice ones =)
as i look back at my life, i ask, "who are my friends?" "what are friends?" are they anchors? or drifters?
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
fucking dumbass mother cat
me thinks the title says it all.
which mother prefers to leave their young in a wet drainhole compared to a warm shelter environment on a cold wet rainy day? A DUMBASS CAT, THAT'S WHO.
a mother cat recently gave birth to 3 lil kitties and at noon, she left them in the drain where the hot overhead sun was shinning mercilessly down on them. where's the mother in the meantime? away to God knows where.
i mean, come on... even i, who kinda dislike cats (i'm very much a dog person) found these newborns (who have yet to open their eyes, mind you) cute and pitiful.
my hubsterman took a piece of tile to cover the drain so that the poor things will at least have some shade.
a couple of hours later, it started to pour (tropical weather, no warning, no season). i could hear them mewing so pitifully. i took a container, lined it with newspaper and kitchen towels, and picked the little kitties from the wet drain and dried them and put them in the container. i also laid out some fish for the dumbass mother cat (she's gotta eat to be nourished enough to feed them right??!!)
guess what she does? the freakin' dumbass pussy came back, dragged her litter into the wet DRAINHOLE and came up again to feed and clean herself, all these whilst her babies were again mewing pitifully and probably drowning in the drainhole.
she won't let me near, she spits and hiss (i could probably kick her ass if i wanted to, but then the poor kitties will be motherless).
i had to hide and peep to watch all this take place, as i was afraid that she might be wary of me and gobble up her young if i sat right next to her kitties. fat load of good that do.
at the time of writing this entry, i can see that the structure and composition is just out the window as i'm still so upset with the fucking dumbass cat. i'm not going to correct this later or whenever as i want this to stay as a testiment of my anger, my irritation, my disappointment, my frustration and my sadness of the whole issue.
which mother prefers to leave their young in a wet drainhole compared to a warm shelter environment on a cold wet rainy day? A DUMBASS CAT, THAT'S WHO.
a mother cat recently gave birth to 3 lil kitties and at noon, she left them in the drain where the hot overhead sun was shinning mercilessly down on them. where's the mother in the meantime? away to God knows where.
i mean, come on... even i, who kinda dislike cats (i'm very much a dog person) found these newborns (who have yet to open their eyes, mind you) cute and pitiful.
my hubsterman took a piece of tile to cover the drain so that the poor things will at least have some shade.
a couple of hours later, it started to pour (tropical weather, no warning, no season). i could hear them mewing so pitifully. i took a container, lined it with newspaper and kitchen towels, and picked the little kitties from the wet drain and dried them and put them in the container. i also laid out some fish for the dumbass mother cat (she's gotta eat to be nourished enough to feed them right??!!)
guess what she does? the freakin' dumbass pussy came back, dragged her litter into the wet DRAINHOLE and came up again to feed and clean herself, all these whilst her babies were again mewing pitifully and probably drowning in the drainhole.
she won't let me near, she spits and hiss (i could probably kick her ass if i wanted to, but then the poor kitties will be motherless).
i had to hide and peep to watch all this take place, as i was afraid that she might be wary of me and gobble up her young if i sat right next to her kitties. fat load of good that do.
at the time of writing this entry, i can see that the structure and composition is just out the window as i'm still so upset with the fucking dumbass cat. i'm not going to correct this later or whenever as i want this to stay as a testiment of my anger, my irritation, my disappointment, my frustration and my sadness of the whole issue.
Monday, March 20, 2006
like we never loved at all
You never looked so good
as you did last night,
underneath the city lights,
there walking with your friend,
laughing at the moon.
I swear you looked right through me.
But I’m still living with your goodbye,
and you’re just going on with your life.
How can you just walk on by
without one tear in your eye?
Don’t you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that’s just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all.
You, I hear you’re doing fine.
Seems like you’re doing well
as far as I can tell.
Time is leaving us behind,
(time – leaving us behind)
another week has passed
and still I haven’t laughed yet.
So tell me, what your secret is
(I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know)
to letting go, letting go like you did,
like you did.
How can you just walk on by
without one tear in your eye?
Don’t you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that’s just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all.
Did you forget the magic?
Did you forget the passion?
Oh, and did you ever miss me,
and long to kiss me?
Oh baby, baby.
Maybe that’s just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all.
as you did last night,
underneath the city lights,
there walking with your friend,
laughing at the moon.
I swear you looked right through me.
But I’m still living with your goodbye,
and you’re just going on with your life.
How can you just walk on by
without one tear in your eye?
Don’t you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that’s just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all.
You, I hear you’re doing fine.
Seems like you’re doing well
as far as I can tell.
Time is leaving us behind,
(time – leaving us behind)
another week has passed
and still I haven’t laughed yet.
So tell me, what your secret is
(I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know)
to letting go, letting go like you did,
like you did.
How can you just walk on by
without one tear in your eye?
Don’t you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that’s just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all.
Did you forget the magic?
Did you forget the passion?
Oh, and did you ever miss me,
and long to kiss me?
Oh baby, baby.
Maybe that’s just your way
of dealing with the pain,
forgetting everything
between our rise and fall
like we never loved at all.
Friday, March 17, 2006
| Your Love Element Is Fire |
 In love, you are a true listener and totally present. For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt. You attract others with your joy and passion. Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate. Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life. And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal. You connect best with: Wood Avoid: Water You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly |
WRITINGsssssssss
how many blogs do you have?
me? i've got a few. one main one, which is this one. a recipe blog, a wishlist one, one about our home and one just for ranting and raving (which i don't write in anymore, i rant and rave on this one nowadays).
i know of some people who has loads of blogs, writing as different personas for each one.
to each their own i guess.
me? i've got a few. one main one, which is this one. a recipe blog, a wishlist one, one about our home and one just for ranting and raving (which i don't write in anymore, i rant and rave on this one nowadays).
i know of some people who has loads of blogs, writing as different personas for each one.
to each their own i guess.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Alex Xara Fernandez OR Caleb Joaquin Fernandez
...or maybe both.
these are the two names my bro and sis have picked for their soon-to-be newborn.
Alex meaning Protector Of Mankind and sweet Xara is Princess
Caleb means Faithful & Bold while Joaquin is God Will Establish
...well, i'm hoping they'll use both, which means, i'm hoping for twins, a boy and a girl for them...
=D
these are the two names my bro and sis have picked for their soon-to-be newborn.
Alex meaning Protector Of Mankind and sweet Xara is Princess
Caleb means Faithful & Bold while Joaquin is God Will Establish
...well, i'm hoping they'll use both, which means, i'm hoping for twins, a boy and a girl for them...
=D
november 2006
my sista gurl is due to have her baby in november 2006!! i'm so happy for her and my bro josh.
i've got so many questions to ask them, i'm such a busybody.
when's the due date?
natural or c-section?
names?
how's the older kids taking it?
blah..blah..blah..blah..blah..... so many more questions
i'm just too excited to write anymore!!
i've got so many questions to ask them, i'm such a busybody.
when's the due date?
natural or c-section?
names?
how's the older kids taking it?
blah..blah..blah..blah..blah..... so many more questions
i'm just too excited to write anymore!!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
AARRRGHHHH!!
i am ill again!! just gotten over a bad bout of flu, was up and running, and now i'm down again with a bad cold, cough and fever.
i really hate this shitty feeling. feel so useless and lethargic and just plain bleakh!
i'm almost certain i know who i got this from, and i feel like throttling his scrawny neck!!!
i was at a outdoor concert last weekend, and one of the audio production guys spittled in my face (right in the nose and mouth area some more!) as he was talking. so rude. do something about that disgusting habit dude.
i found out a couple of days ago that he's on medical leave coz he's sick. and on that same day, i fell ill.
been falling ill pretty often lately, hmmm.... guess it' time i start hitting the gym again to get some exercise and to boost up my fitness level... will go when i'm well again. can't go when i'm ill and feeling like shit can i???
i really hate this shitty feeling. feel so useless and lethargic and just plain bleakh!
i'm almost certain i know who i got this from, and i feel like throttling his scrawny neck!!!
i was at a outdoor concert last weekend, and one of the audio production guys spittled in my face (right in the nose and mouth area some more!) as he was talking. so rude. do something about that disgusting habit dude.
i found out a couple of days ago that he's on medical leave coz he's sick. and on that same day, i fell ill.
been falling ill pretty often lately, hmmm.... guess it' time i start hitting the gym again to get some exercise and to boost up my fitness level... will go when i'm well again. can't go when i'm ill and feeling like shit can i???
Thursday, January 19, 2006
marcus
marcus. that name sends shivers down my spine.
not in the sense of heart palpitations, sweaty palms and tingling scalp.
it's in the sense of heart seizing, fingernails on chalkboard, and cold blood rushing to the very hot brain.
in my previous home, i had nextdoor a family from hell. they had a father who hits our car with his beat-up small suzuki jimny and told me to hit his car back if i'm not happy with it. i called him a fucking asshole. and i told my dad about it (yes, i said the word 'fucking asshole' to my father). and when he saw my dad, he had the fucking gall to tell him that his daughther called him a fucking asshole just because he's had a bad day and accidently gently bumped our car. he also told my dad that he'll apologise to me when he sees me next. he didn't. no balls.
there's also a wife who screams all day long, and tried to sweet talk me into joining her direct selling programme.
and three sons; matthew, marcus and lucas. these three monsters were made to practice the piano all day long (no musical talent at all too). and they scream too. a lot.
anyways, i moved into my new home in dec 2005 and the neighbourhood seems pretty quiet. there are some kids in the houses around, but no screaming moms and kids. i have a inquisitive 6 year old kid and his 3 year old sister next door. but they are mostly indoors.
couple of weeks back, my neighbour was cleaning the frontyard and she was talking to her kids who were indoors. all of a sudden i heard, "MAAARRCUSS!!!"
my heart stopped. my breath caught. my blood went cold.
the little boy's name is marcus.
i heard the woman shouting that name again today. same thing. stopped heart. caught breath. cold blood.
twice in a month is very good compared to the daily ear torture. still, it's not good enough.
no screaming of any sort would be ideal.
not in the sense of heart palpitations, sweaty palms and tingling scalp.
it's in the sense of heart seizing, fingernails on chalkboard, and cold blood rushing to the very hot brain.
in my previous home, i had nextdoor a family from hell. they had a father who hits our car with his beat-up small suzuki jimny and told me to hit his car back if i'm not happy with it. i called him a fucking asshole. and i told my dad about it (yes, i said the word 'fucking asshole' to my father). and when he saw my dad, he had the fucking gall to tell him that his daughther called him a fucking asshole just because he's had a bad day and accidently gently bumped our car. he also told my dad that he'll apologise to me when he sees me next. he didn't. no balls.
there's also a wife who screams all day long, and tried to sweet talk me into joining her direct selling programme.
and three sons; matthew, marcus and lucas. these three monsters were made to practice the piano all day long (no musical talent at all too). and they scream too. a lot.
anyways, i moved into my new home in dec 2005 and the neighbourhood seems pretty quiet. there are some kids in the houses around, but no screaming moms and kids. i have a inquisitive 6 year old kid and his 3 year old sister next door. but they are mostly indoors.
couple of weeks back, my neighbour was cleaning the frontyard and she was talking to her kids who were indoors. all of a sudden i heard, "MAAARRCUSS!!!"
my heart stopped. my breath caught. my blood went cold.
the little boy's name is marcus.
i heard the woman shouting that name again today. same thing. stopped heart. caught breath. cold blood.
twice in a month is very good compared to the daily ear torture. still, it's not good enough.
no screaming of any sort would be ideal.
Monday, January 16, 2006
looking back at 2005
i came across a meish site that lets you sum up your 2005 in 24 words or less and publish them.
have a go. it makes me reflect on MY 2005.
here's what i had to say:
1st wedding anniversary
moved into our own home
good friends relocating
rediscovering film photography
getting white hair
thought of getting a dog
how 'bout you?
have a go. it makes me reflect on MY 2005.
here's what i had to say:
1st wedding anniversary
moved into our own home
good friends relocating
rediscovering film photography
getting white hair
thought of getting a dog
how 'bout you?
Sunday, January 15, 2006
sweet sad read
i came across belle de jour's writing from an article in the newspaper the other day, and i decided to check it out since i enjoy reading erotica. it wasn't erotica in the normal sense but it's still a good read.
in one of her blog there was a link to this person's writing in his site and after i read it, i felt so touched and so sad. very bittersweet writing. nice.
enjoy.
in one of her blog there was a link to this person's writing in his site and after i read it, i felt so touched and so sad. very bittersweet writing. nice.
enjoy.
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