22 March 2009

My secret love affair

I am in deep trouble with this new obsession. I know I shouldn't but I can't stop. Sigh.


L-R, top to bottom: Studio Sculpt Foundation, Prep+Prime, Select Sheer Pressed Powder,
Studio Fix Foundation, Select Cover-Up Concealer, Select Moisturecover in NW30
and NC35, Harmony Powder Blush



L-R, top to bottom: Painterly Paint Pot, Soft Ochre Paint Pot, Woodwinked ES, Cork ES,
Grain ES, Lingering Eyebrow Pencil, Stubborn Brown Powerpoint Eye Pencil



Top to bottom: Plushglass in Pretty Plush, Hug Me Lustre Lipstick, Fawn Satin Lipstick


L-R: Brush cleanser, the 187 (one for foundation and one for blush), the 129, the 217, the 239

I can't let you think that I'm addicted to MAC so to prove that I spread the love, here's what else I bought during one of my I-forgot-to-take-my-medication moments:


Top: Orgasm blush, bottom: Laguna bronzer


L-R: Mrs. O'Leary's BBQ, Chick Flick Cherry, OPI Top Coat, Fiji Weejee Fawn, Sweet Heart


Burt's Bees lip balm, Lemon Butter Cuticle Cream, L'Oreal Carbon Black Lineur Intense

No, I don't know how much I spent. I don't want to think about how much I spent. The key is to close your eyes while handing the cashier your card. See no evil. Am I right?

I still have so much to buy! I want to have a "complete" neutral palette. Once I have that, I think I can stop going crazy at the MAC counter. So many products, so many brushes...

Also, some random pics when we went to Elizabeth, NJ:













I really need to buy a good camera so I can post better pics here. Sigh.

08 March 2009

Wish I had an easy button

It sure feels like the longest winter ever.

EVER.







And I am sick again. I have been coughing so bad that my back hurts every time I cough. My throat feels like it's scraped raw and I swear I taste blood with every cough.

Speaking of taste, I recently tried Good Burger's Crabby Patty just for the heck of it.









I was expecting something a little more solid? Packed? You know, something more like a big juicy meaty burger? Which is probably not a good idea since it's "a golden brown Maryland crab cake topped with organic greens, tomato and a homemade rémoulade tartar sauce". In short, it's a crab cake with salad.

I'm not saying that it's not good, it's just that I had the wrong expectations. It's good as far as crab cakes go. You can see real crab meat and very little (if any) extenders. You know how some crab cakes have more flour or onion in them? Yeah, this one has like 99% crab meat.

Will I have it again? No. Honestly, the only reason I got it is because Bob treated us to lunch. ;-p

Also, the only pics Anna Marie would let me post (without me fearing for my life) from her visit two weeks ago:





It wasn't too cold that day, it was raining and I promised to treat her to frozen yogurt. Where else but at Pinkberry! Love eeet!

They say the toppings you choose say a lot about you as a person:

strawberry - sweet, tart, juicy (Anna Marie)
mango - sweet, tart, juicy (me)

Amazing huh? Tell me what your favorite topping is and I will tell you who you are. Believe, my children! Believe!

Hey, I'm just making this shit up. LOL.

So yeah, not much has happened in the past weeks and I'm just so exhausted coming home from work that I don't update as regularly. But hopefully, I get to do it on the weekends since I don't have laundry duty for two weeks. :-)

22 February 2009

I hate needles

I had blood work done like two weeks ago and I just knew that there was something wrong with the way the lab lady stuck the needle in my arm at a perpendicular angle. Even my arm muscles felt terribly sore a few minutes after she drew blood. This, for the record, is the biggest bruising I ever got from getting blood work:





Poor phone camera quality but I swear the yellows, greens, purples, blues, blacks and reds are much more vivid in real life. It took two weeks before the bruise went away. :-(

I was browsing through old food photos and found this from June, at Smith and Wollensky's. It's their white chocolate mousse. It was good but a little too sweet for me.



I'm not really a fan of white chocolate. I prefer mine dark, if you know what I mean. ;-p

14 February 2009

Valentine's came early

I got a box of Godiva Gold Collection from Amir as a late birthday slash early Valentine's gift yesterday.









I also got my period. Not that getting it ruined any plans, it's not like I'll be getting any action any time soon, if you know what I mean. It's been what? Six months man. Six months. No wonder I feel so stressed. I need release. Maybe a massage will help relieve some of that pent up steam.

Today, I received three red roses from my sister's boyfriend and a single rose from my other sister's boyfriend. I am touched that they gave me flowers. So thoughtful. That, or they felt bad for me not having Gerd here. I don't need your pity! Sob sob sob. *throws away flowers and locks self in the room*

Kidding.

I am so immune to the self-pity thing by now. I've accepted the fact that I am technically engaged to someone who lives halfway around the world who never ceases to amaze me with the fact that in this day and age of connectivity, still finds sending an email too time-consuming.

I know he tries.

I just think he's not trying hard enough.

I honestly think I'm stuck with this situation for eternity. Like it's something I have to accept because I have no other choice. I'm not happy about it and I know I shouldn't be such a bitch about it but whatever.

I think, no, I'm sure that if we weren't engaged we would've been so over by now. I need to feel that I am missed. I want surprises that make me go all giddy. Sucks for me, he is seriously lacking in the romance department. No matter how blunt I am about wanting surprises, he still doesn't get it. Tip for the ladies: Hints do not work. If you want something, say it. Men are stupid like that.

So anyway, he called to greet me a happy Valentine's though we both know that neither of us would be having a good one. Last year was a bit better because we spent a week together in Hong Kong but it wasn't to have a post Valentine's date. It was to try to make things work. I think I've mentioned it in previous entries, though not in detail.

Earlier in the week, there was this shocking incident about Rihanna and Chris Brown. I'm sure you're well aware of that by now. I think it's wrong to hit a woman, unless she's a psycho axe murderer who wants to eat your brains. Nobody really knows the real story but as I said, hitting a woman is just wrong.

I don't know why I don't feel hatred for Chris Brown. Maybe because he has a clean image? Maybe because I have a crush on him? Yeah I know, he's too young for me. Whatever. All the guys I've been with are younger than I am but the most is like a year my junior. Gerd is eight months younger than me. What can I say? I like 'em fresh.

Another plane crashed in NY but this time, nobody survived. My sister worked with the first officer on that flight two weeks ago, on a flight to Buffalo. Really creepy. You really don't know when your time is up which is why I always make it a point to tell my family that I love them every single day. I don't want to be one of those people who said I love you too late.

I would like to have lived my life with as few regrets as possible.

Lately I've been noticing that I've been looking at wedding stuff. I don't know why I do that. It just makes me feel sad because I know I won't be getting a church wedding. I don't know why I still make notes and bookmark pages when I know I won't be using them.

Maybe I'm a sucker for punishment.

Or just plain stupid.

Maybe a little of both.

To top off the depressing tone of this post, I would like to share a text message sent by my dad:

Hppy valentine i cant give you any material things but only love and care love you till i am gone

Now do you see where I get my flair for the dramatic from?
Bleeding love

Not in the mood right now.

07 February 2009

Went to the doctor and the doctor said, "No more monkeys jumping on the bed."

I've been sick for most of the week, sneezing and coughing. So sick in fact, that my boss ordered me to take a sick day. Pretty funny if you ask me. I think it has more to do with him not wanting to get sick than wanting to make sure I get rest. I keed.

I'm lucky he's not one of those people who don't give a shit even if you're practically dying on your desk. He's really easy to work with and he's very patient with me when I mess up. No, I'm not sucking up to him because I'm sure he doesn't know that this blog exists.

So anyway, I'm on my way to recovery and I'm thankful that I took days off but the downside is that I only have three sick days left. And it's only February! :-(





Good thing the weatherman said we'll be having relatively warmer temps for the next few days. And by relatively, I mean it's about as warm as frozen yogurt could get when you stick it in the freezer.

Speaking of frozen, look at what I have in the freezer. Well, not literally in the freezer but whatever:



The Neapolitan is Bom's favorite. The other two are for me, when I'm stressed. The coffee for a cold caffeine fix and the Bailey's for the alcoholic in me. The ice cream seemed like a good idea then but I'm having second thoughts. My doctor said I need to lose 40 freaking pounds. Yes, four-zero. Forty. O_O

I know it's for health reasons but that means goodbye to my boobies and my booty. It's a fact that when you lose a lot of weight, you also lose the fullness of those body parts which would result in un-perkiness and un-firmness. Even if you exercise, you can't bring it back to the way it was before the weight loss. Sigh. Now I really have to resort to plastic surgery. Dr. Belo? Dr. Li? *waves frantically*

I'm seeing a nutritionist next week who will probably charge me $50 per visit and tell me the same things that my mom used to say when I hated veggies. I know, I know, I don't make any sense. Whatever. I just want to give it a try.

To happier things! Makeup haul! I decided I needed to update my makeup and change my color palette. So I went a little crazy at MAC the other day. Love love love love eet! Pics and swatches on my next post. :-)

01 February 2009

Me like ramen

Friday saw me going to a house party for the first time in four years. Bring on the beer, wine, vodka and tequila. Woohoo! I'm such a wild child.

I have a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, mostly due to the fact that it takes a significant amount of alcohol to intoxicate a large body of mass not unlike a baby elephant, and slightly because of all the booze I've imbibed during the period in my life that I refer to as my Dark Ages. Now that would be an interesting blog entry.

Trust me when I say that it is never a good idea to drink on an empty stomach.

Since I get off work at 4:30, Hayden and I decided to grab a bite before heading off to Peter's for the party. I was craving for ramen after seeing reruns of Naruto so we went to Ippudo NY.



It was a good thing that we went early, around 6:00, because by the time we left, the lobby was packed and the line stretched out the door. People are standing in line in 20 degree weather freezing their butts off just to dine at Ippudo. That should give you an idea of how good their ramen is.

I apologize for not having pictures of the restaurant itself and for the poor quality of the photos. I only had my phone camera and the place has very dim lighting. So anyway, I had the Shiromaru Moto-aji which is your basic pork ramen with seaweed, cabbage, egg, scallions, some kind of veggie that reminded me of bamboo shoots but tasted like ginger and the naruto, which is the white round thing with the pink swirl on it.





I think what makes ramen good is the soup. It has to have a slightly thick texture to it and it has to taste like it has been simmering in the pot for hours, infusing the broth with a symphony of flavor from the pork and whatever secret ingredient they use. Yums!

A bowl starts from $12 which I think is a fair price for such a delicious meal perfect for a cold winter night. I wouldn't recommend ordering a bowl for yourself though unless you're really starving (their serving is big enough for two to share) or if you have a guy's appetite.

We wanted to get dessert but decided against it as we were too full from the edamame and the ramen. We still have to have room for alcohol yes?

Afterwards, we went to Peter's where I had half a cup of red wine and mingled for about two hours with past acquaintances. Most were my co-workers from the company who had the nerve to fire me. Me? Did they even realize how great I am? Their loss really. My previous co-workers told me they laid-off about 99% of their workforce and are almost non-existent. Payback's a bitch no? Harhar.

I felt a little awkward at first since it seems that everybody was tight with everybody else but I forced myself to go out there and talk to people and I actually had a good time. I had a lot of laughs and made new friends. I don't have pics of the party but I will grab some from Peter once he's posted the staged photos. :-)

Also, somebody told me that I was so Asian because I was taking photos at Ippudo. Like that's a bad thing? Whatever. You're just jealous that you're not from Southeast Asia. *death stare at Hayden*

I miss my drinking sessions with the peeps back home. All the sexy photo shoots, the comedy, the drama and the action. We should get together soon. I promise, no more Pier One episodes. ;-p

24 January 2009

I'm easy...easy like Sunday morning

It's been a while since I hung out with the girls after work so we got together last Thursday for coffee at Caffe Martier on Second between 53rd and 54th. It was sort of a post-birthday get together for Trem and I, as we celebrate our birthdays two weeks apart. It is a really small place, just off the side of the Martier store. They serve good coffee, their salads are crisp and light and I bet the sandwiches are mouth-watering as well (none of us ordered a sandwich when we went). It is my new favorite coffee place. I just wish that the lights were a little dimmer to play up the ambiance.



My caffeine of choice that night was a cappuccino, only because I've been drinking coffee all day and I felt that I needed something weaker than my daily cup of joe. I usually take my coffee really strong, somewhere between an espresso and a double espresso, with one sugar and enough cream to make the coffee a rich caramel color.



I also had the Romeo and Juliet, a strawberry and banana crepe with a rich hazelnut sauce. I was thinking that they would probably be using Nutella for the hazelnut sauce but I was pleasantly surprised that they didn't. The crepe was really light and refreshing, a perfect match for my cappuccino. It was really good! So good in fact that this is all I had left after five minutes:



I have three good reasons why I left that last bite on the plate. One, I needed to take a pic for this post. Two, I didn't want to look like a fat ass wolfing down her food without even pausing to breathe. And three, I've observed that rich people don't finish off their plates so I didn't finish mine. I want to be rich too. :-D

I also like the Nespresso Botique Coffee Bar on Madison. I had the Grilled Panini which is a buffalo mozzarella panini with prosciutto, sun-dried tomatoes and basil pesto. It also comes with a side salad. Just thinking about it makes me want to go to Nespresso again.



I topped the panini off with the Liegeois, an iced roma grand cru topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream which doubled as my dessert and coffee.



Sigh. I really should make time to go out and catch up with friends. Right now my social life consists of home-work-home. I'm hoping that next year Gerd would be here and I can take him to all the fabulous eats I've discovered. God knows how much I miss my Daddy Beb.

Going off on a completely different topic here. I got a little hand action last week at Woodbury Commons.



Awesome, right?! I can actually see the pressure from the dryer move the skin on my hand. It was so cool. Hehehe.

21 January 2009

In the news

Yesterday at 12:05 pm, Barack Obama officially became both the 44th President of the United States and the first Half-Black, Half-White President. Below is his 8,500 word speech:


My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.

I'm all for Obama giving hope to the people and inspiring them but I wouldn't rush into thinking that he is the answer. He hasn't proved anything yet. We only heard his words and though those words were said with conviction, anybody can say what he said. I'm not saying that he isn't capable of following through on his political platform, in fact, I hope he does. America has put tremendous pressure on him to be the change that this country needs and I pray that he delivers.

But for me, I still say to see is to believe.

Six days ago, United Airlines Flight 1549 crashed into the Hudson River. All 150 passengers and five crew members miraculously survived in what experts describe as a textbook landing. Kudos to Captain Chesley Sullenberger for preventing what could've been one of the biggest disasters in aviation history.

The number 1, 5, 4 and 9 were locked out of the Pick 4 game because too many people bet on the numbers. Even if the numbers won, they would probably get only $3 each. So what's the point really?

Two days ago, I got another haircut, my shortest yet. I am now more Dora the Explorer-ish than before. No pics of the new do because I think I had it cut too short. I don't know what came over me. I just wanted to cut it all off.

So in memory of my past haircut, I am posting this:

Until we meet again, my long, lovely, luscious locks.

18 January 2009

Too ugly to be a hand model



I've never been a fan of red polish but even I have to admit that I'm totally loving this one from OPI called Chick Flick Cherry. Meowrrr...


Next on my list: red lipstick! I got my eye on you, MAC Prussian Red.

I don't know why I suddenly have this thing for red. I've always preferred the cool colors of the spectrum so this unusual craving for red is really making me feel weird. Holy shit! Is this menopause? O_O



Pasalubong from one of Anneth's trips to Maine. Or Maryland. Or wherever. Loving the key chain! It's Hoops & Yoyo, the same characters from the best birthday card ever!

I finally got the chance to speak with Gerd and he shared very bad news. Alyssa lost in her school's competition! I think it was for a poem recital. She reminds me so much of when I was younger. I was always a contestant in declamation and story-telling contests and I always win first place. Always. True story.

Gerd was telling me how she had everything down pat when she was practicing at home but when she went up on the stage, she just froze. My poor baby got stage fright. She was able to deliver the piece but she spoke so softly the judges can barely hear her. Awww.

Her daddy promised her a Barbie doll house if she wins but she lost so I told Gerd to give her a smaller prize instead so she won't feel discouraged and also to show that we are proud that she was able to finish her piece. I'm hoping that she wants the doll house bad enough to overcome her stage fright.

This pic was taken the night before she left for the Philippines. I was talking to her while she slept, telling her that I love her very much and that even if I am not with her, I will always be in her heart and in her brain (that's what she told me, LOL).



I miss my baby girl. :(