Organized Chaos, Ltd

Monique050210069

2010-05-03T07:57:00.001-07:00

Monique050210069, originally uploaded by Indigo Windi.

One of the kittens that we have up for adoption at the CARA clinic. Her name is Monique and she is quite the charmer. She is looking for a loving home with people who will be amused no end by her funny antics and respond to her trusting demeanor.

Relief Operations - You're Doing It Wrong

2009-09-28T03:46:00.000-07:00

We were helping out at a relief center yesterday for the victims of Typhoon Ondoy and some of the stuff people donated was really hilarious. For example, someone donated like 5 boxes of sachets of catsup. Like, yeah... they're really gonna need THAT. And someone else donated a bag full of swimwear. I don't know whether that person was trying to be funny or what. If he was, it was a really bad joke. Then others donated ladies' stiletto shoes. Just in case they need to attend a formal affair, you know...

Nostalgia

2009-09-24T21:28:00.000-07:00

Sometimes we have days that just go by and we barely notice them, but then we look back and realize that they were some of the best days we've had. In this myriad world we live in, it is so easy to get lost in the multitude of colors and sensations that to go out and embrace everything all at the same time seems like the best option so as not to miss out on anything. Often though, we find ourselves just flying past the most important ones.

Bratislava City Tour 2

2008-08-12T03:37:00.001-07:00

Bratislava City Tour 2, originally uploaded by Indigo Windi.

I love this photo! It was one of those instant, shoot-while-moving photos that I took while riding on a similar vehicle that was ahead of this one. With a little help from Adobe Lightshop, I was able to get this old world effect.

Burgenland

2008-08-06T04:04:00.001-07:00

Burgenland, originally uploaded by Indigo Windi.

Taking photos in Austria was very easy because there were so many beautiful panoramic shots that I could hardly stop shooting. This was taken on the scenic drive to Fritz's sister's farm house in Edsestahl.

Raubkatzen - Wild Animal

2008-08-06T03:51:00.001-07:00

Raubkatzen - Wild Animal, originally uploaded by Indigo Windi.

One of my favorite subjects for my photos are swans, just because they are so photogenic. This swan looked so nice and graceful from afar, but once it came close and we were eye to eye with it, it suddenly seemed pretty scary and we sped off as fast as we could away from it.

Sunset over Wolfgangsee

2008-08-01T02:22:00.001-07:00

Sunset over Wolfgangsee, originally uploaded by Indigo Windi.

A glacial stream taken in Schladming, Upper Austria

2008-07-31T03:05:00.001-07:00

A glacial stream, originally uploaded by Indigo Windi.

Right after white water rafting, I got inspired and chased Fritz all the way to the Wilde Wasser theme path. We didn't have time to actually go the 12 km, but what we did see was pretty impressive: crystal clear glacier water running through forest scenery. It was very impressive and looked like something straight out of a storybook.

Spider Pig Lyrics

2007-08-16T19:41:00.001-07:00

Spider Pig

Spider pig
Spider pig
Does whatever a spider pig does
Can he swing
From a web
No he can’t
He’s a pig
Look Out
He is a spider pig

This is SOOOOOOOOOOOO hilarious!!!

Lichtenstein

2007-03-15T18:29:00.000-07:00

Today, I've learned that if you're bald, sport an earring and are from Lichtenstein, you can get away with saying "titties" in public and everyone will think you're charming and hilarious...

Bagan, Land of Pagodas

2007-01-31T03:21:00.000-08:00

When they said there were almost 3,000 pagodas in Bagan, I couldn't really picture it. But here it is... Pretty astounding sight.

The sunset was nothing short of indescribable. So I took a picture instead. It felt almost like we were in another world altogether.

If you look closely, you can see the hot air balloon that you can ride on for USD 250 per person. Uh, maybe when I'm too old to climb the pagodas...

Shwedagon Pagoda Myanmar

2007-01-25T02:33:00.000-08:00

This is it. The mother of all pagodas. Right in the heart of Yangon. The Shwedagon Pagoda.

"While much of the pagoda's beauty derives from the complex geometry of its shape and surrounding structures, equally mesmerizing is its golden glow. The lower stupa is plated with 8,688 solid gold bars, an upper part with another 13,153. The tip of the stupa, far too high for the human eye to discern in any detail, is set with 5448 diamonds, 2317 rubies, sapphires, and other gems, 1065 golden bells and, at the very top, a single 76-carat diamond. Surrounding the pagoda are a plentitude of smaller shrines housing pre-Buddhist spirits called Nats, miracle working images, and even a wish granting stone. The entire temple complex radiates a palpable sense of beauty and serenity."

Exploring Burma

2007-01-22T20:02:00.000-08:00

If Angkor Wat captivated me because of its grandeur and size, the simplicity and sense of timelessness of Bagan enchanted me...

The SIMS

2006-07-21T03:24:00.000-07:00

Remember that game called The SIMS, where you start with a character and build her up, choose a career, have relationships, maintain a home, etc?
Well recently I've been feeling like that. I think I have past due notices on my phone bill and electric bill and probably the only reason why I still have both is because the people who cut them off can't get past security at my condo.
Hehehe.

Vito on CNN!

2006-06-15T21:01:00.000-07:00

This is the picture that made it to CNN Sports Fan Zone! Woooohoooo! My doggy is famous :D

World Cup Fever

2006-05-30T19:53:00.000-07:00

The 2006 World Cup is just around the corner, and Vito is obviously more than prepared for it. Italia! Italia!

Old Friends, New Friends

2006-05-28T23:29:00.000-07:00

The best part about meeting up with friends you have lost touch with is rediscovering them and realizing that the connection between you is still there. It's almost magical the ease with which you fall back into comfortable conversation with them about all the things that have changed in your respective lives. The realization that instead of growing apart, your bond has grown stronger because it has withstood the test of time, distance, boyfriends, girlfriends, children, pets, careers, and whatever else there is.

Proud Momma

2006-05-08T02:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, as Fritz and I were walking with Vito in Urdaneta village, a car screeched to a halt and a woman opened the car door calling out to us. In that split moment as I took in her colorful outfit and equally colorful hair, I imagined a million scenarios ranging from "Fritz's ex?" to "It wasn't me!!!"

When the woman called out, "Is that your dog?" I was thinking, "Oh no, don't tell me dogs aren't allowed here or something."

"Yes he is!" Fritz and I yelled back.

"What kind of dog?"

"A Jack Russel"

"He's very active isn't he? A friend of mine has one and when she throws the ball up in the air he catches it even before it bounces on the ground..."

As the woman rattled on and talked about her friend's Jack Russel, I couldn't help but think: "Wow, my dog stops traffic!"

I am soooooooooo proud of this uber cute canine who has come into our lives and taken over, much as we try not to let him!

My new love

2006-04-20T20:23:00.000-07:00

Meet Don Vito Coltrane, Birthdate January 19, 2006. Exactly 3 months from my birthday. He is the cutest thing on four paws and I love him to bits!!!

Actually, I am in grave danger of becoming one of those parents who can't stop talking about their kids and every single thing that their kid did no matter how boring it may seem to the listener. I'll take it as a warning sign when my friends and co-workers start avoiding me...

Exploring Indochina

2006-01-16T18:31:00.000-08:00

Like any event that is so overwhelming and so grand in scale, our journey through Vietnam and Cambodia was filled with a virtual flood of new experiences that it has taken me more than a week to completely absorb it all. Now that sufficient time has passed, I feel I am up to the task of relating the entire experience in its entirety without dwelling too much on the little details that were significant for me, but would probably bore the hell out of anyone else ;-)

We took the Philippine Airlines flight from Manila to Ho Chi Minh and arrived in Vietnam on December 25, 2005. We had no reservations at any hotel (which made the anal obsessive-compulsive nerd in me go bananas), having decided to just play it by ear and hopefully find a nice hotel to spend Christmas night in. I was, however, already having nightmares about knocking at each hotel and being turned away at every place we tried and having to spend the night in some manger or in our case, some drafty old parking lot.

The first hotel we checked was The Grand hotel, which was already fully booked except for the really expensive suites that we weren't quite willing to splurge on. So Fritz went hunting around some more and we ended up in a spacious, old-fashioned suite at the Riverside Hotel with a gorgeous view of the Saigon River.

After unpacking a bit, we immediately started off exploring the city, and it was certainly a beautiful city to explore. We had already been warned about the thousandsof motos that we would encounter, but nothing anyone could have told us could have prepared us for the actual sight of a moto-to-moto traffic jam.

We made our way to the city center and checked out the Continental where we asked if they still had available rooms. Turns out they did, so we made reservations there for the next night.

We spent the rest of the evening walking around the city and sampling the cuisine (including the bia, of course).

Funky noodle house. I can't get over the fact that the neon sign is as big as the front of the shop! I thought it made for a great photo-op.

Sonya's Garden

2005-12-21T19:26:00.000-08:00

Finally! After three months and seven thousand pesos, I have my battered, 3.2 MP casio exilim back. Just in time for our Angkor Wat trip :)

Before I delete all the pictures from my mem card in anticipation of the numerous photos I will be taking to document our trip, I decided to post a few memorable ones.

Our salad/pasta buffet at Sonya's Garden which we thoroughly enjoyed, although a nice juicy steak afterwards would have been highly appreciated.

Me and fritz at the Taal Yacht Club before we sent sailing on a hobie cat.

My experimentation with digital photography and cellphone lighting. Models are Amanda Virrey and Gabby Gaskell

Christmas 2005

2005-12-19T18:11:00.000-08:00

Since we invited my mom, my sister and my grandmother over for Christmas Eve, Fritz and I have been trying to decide what to serve for dinner. We finally settled on the following menu:

Starters: Bouillabaise with fresh seafood and crusty french bread
Salad: Fritz's favorite garden salad with vinaigrette dressing
Entree: What else but authentic austrian schnitzel with thai rice as a side dish
Dessert: Ice cream sundaes

I think that should be enough. The bouillabaise alone would probably be very filling :)

Then the next day, we leave at 11am for Ho Chi Minh City to begin our Indochina adventure....

I can NOT wait!

My Very First Christmas Tree

2005-11-28T22:18:00.000-08:00

Of course it isn't my first ever Christmas tree. It's just the first one that I ever actually purchased. The funny thing is, I already had a particular one in mind. I hadn't seen it yet, but I could imagine what it would look like already, down to it's height, the exact shade of green it would be, the material of its leaves and the thickness of the branches.

Fritz and I decided to go Christmas decor and general Christmas gift hunting yesterday (three cheers for Monday holidays!) at Bangkal in Makati. We absolutely love bargain hunting in this not so well known part of Makati because you never really know what you're going to end up finding. One time, Fritz was able to purchase this antique musical mini-bar there one time for like, Php800. On another occasion, I found a San Miguel Pale Pilsen bottle that looked like it had been stepped on and turned into an ashtray. I thought that was hilarious and was planning to give it to Fritz last year for Christmas, but I just couldn't keep it to myself for that long...

Bangkal is a bit like Portobello Street in London, in the sense that there are so many knick knacks and odds and ends lying about (yesterday there was this old jukebox player complete with old records and all, right beside a cage with two pit bull puppies). As we were going about, I suddenly saw, sitting nonchalantly on a side table, the Christmas tree of my dreams. It was absolutely perfect, just how I had imagined it. I did the usual bargain-hunter tactic and pretended to be only mildly interested when I asked how much it was. The shopkeeper did the usual seller tactic and quoted a price higher than what she would be actually willing to let it go for. After some good-natured haggling, we finally settled on the price of Php400.

Php 400 for my first Christmas tree!!! Well, I guess it's actually officially OUR Christmas tree. Whatever. It's beautiful and it's perfect :)

Angkor Wat, Here We Come!

2005-11-25T13:41:00.000-08:00

Here's the travel itinerary for the Indochina trip that we will be making in December for anyone interested in joining us :)

Transportation set expenses:
Roundtrip ticket to Saigon = USD300
3-day pass for Angkor Wat temples = USD40
2-day tour of Mekong Delta = USD21
boat from Phnom Penh back to Saigon = USD6
bus from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap (roundtrip) = USD12

Total set cost so far (for TRANSPORTATION) = USD379

I'm assuming a cost of USD30-40 per day for food, drinks and accommodation, so that's around USD400. So all in all, the trip would cost about USD779.

Dec 25 - arrive Saigon
Dec 26 - spend day in Saigon
Dec 27 - go on Mekkong Delta tour
Dec 28 - arrive Phnom Penh
Dec 29 - spend day in Phnom Penh
Dec 30 - travel to Siem Reap
Dec 31 - spend day in Siem Reap
Jan 1 - spend day in Siem Reap
Jan 2 - travel to Phnom Penh
Jan 3 - travel to Saigon
Jan 4 - fly back to Manila

This will be my first time to go to another Asian county besides the Philippines. Plus, it will also be the first time that I will be traveling internationally with someone other than a relative or co-worker. I cannot even begin to describe how excited I am!

Diving with the sharks

2005-11-10T20:48:00.000-08:00

Right now, 2 things keep recurring in my mind: bamboo's new song "hallelujah" (i was able to download the mp3 in a matter of minutes thanks to BEARSHARE!) and the image of a thresher shark appearing 23m below sea level swimming towards me out of the blue. Not that the two have anything to do with each other except maybe the kind of effect that they have on the senses.

Anong balita, sa radyo at tv?
Ganun pa rin kumakapa sa dilim
Minsa'y naisip ko ng umalis na lang dito
Limutan ang lahat, lumipad, lumayo

The dive with the sharks was at 530 am and I was quite apprehensive before the dive. I was worried that I would panic once I saw a shark up close and personal and do something stupid like maybe bolt for the surface or thrash about trying to swim away. (Images of Jaws scenes flashing before me). I was worried about my BCD being too big for me and bobbing up and down behind me and knocking me out with the oxygen tank. (Hey, it could happen!) I was worried about not waking up in time for the dive and the weather being lousy and spending all that time and money and anxiety for nothing. (Dumb sharks don't have enough sense to come out at a decent hour like noon or something when it's bright and sunny and I've fully recovered from my hangover)

In effect, my entire evening before the dive was ruined because I was worried about everything and anything I could think of to be worried about. The rationale behind which was to exhaust myself with worrying about it now, rather than during the dive. I was finally exhausted enough by 11pm to fall asleep.

Bato bato sa langit,
tamaan wag magalit
alam naman natin sino ang tuso
sa bawa't sumpang umiiyak singil ko ay piso
sa bawa't lumuluhang dukha, alay ko'y dugo

Apparently not exhausted enough since I woke up at 2:45 am panicking that I hadn't set my alarm. I forced myself to go back to sleep and reserve my energy for the dive ahead. Two more precious hours of shut eye... Thankfully I was able to go back to sleep almost immediately.

Promptly at 5:01, my alarm sounded off and I gave myself a minute to wake up and then I promptly rolled out of bed and donned my pink brazilian bikini. (Courtesy of Eileen Sison of Guarana) I made my bleary-eyed way towards the end of the beach to ty and find the dive shop that my divemaster friend recommended. I had no idea who my dive buddy would be, all I knew was that he had done this dive before already and it would be just the two of us on the dive. Thank god. Last thing I wanted was to be paired off with an equally anxious newbie.

Turns out my dive buddy was an old pro who had been diving for 46 years already. He was a Swiss-German who learned to dive in Switzerland when he was only 16 years old. I was like, "where on earth do you dive in Switzerland?" and he said that they would dive beneath the ice during New Year's with a bottle of red wine. (more confused thoughts in my mind: how do you drink red wine under the ice??) Apparently what they would do was sneak up on the fish that were hibernating and pour the wine into the mouths of the fish and watch it come out of the gills. I was cracking up laughing and thanking the stars that I was born in a beautiful tropical country abundant with colorful tropical fish.

We had a lot of time to exchange stories and get to know each other better becuase we started the dive later than expected because the boat we were supposed to use was beached due to the low dive. Apparently the captain had too much fun the previous night and was not able to wake up early enough to move the boat. By the time we were ready to ship off at 8AM, I was more confident with the dive. I was assigned to a divemaster who works for the Search and Rescue division of the Philippine airforce, and then the two others on the dive was Guido, the Swiss-German and Danny, the resident divemaster of Divelink. I figured if worse came to worst, they could just knock me out and drag me to the surface!

May pag-asa ka kapatid! Kaibigan!
Hangga't ako'y humihinga, may pag-asa pa!
Hallelujah!
Sinong sawa, sinong galit?
Sumigaw ngayong gabi
Hallelujah!

After 30 minutes of tanning myself on the prow of the boat, watching the flying fish jump out of our way and admiring the amazingly clear sparkling emerald water below me (2 worries out of the way: it was a BEAUTIFUL sunny day and I woke up on time), it was time to gear up for the dive.

The only reason why I have enough patience to deal with all the tugging and pulling required to don a 3cm full length body suit is because I know that it's better than shivering throughout the dive at 25m below. All in all it took me another 10 minutes. (1 more worry out of the way: the BCD was a snug comfy fit)

Edison, my Search and Rescue dive buddy, gave me a few more pointers (to inflate you bcd, press here, to deflate press here) and then we were off. I was the last one in the water and for a minute or so I was panicking about not being able to descend. Finally, a strong arm reached out and hauled me towards the line. (good old Edison!) I couldn't see anything below me at all except for Edison's shadwy form, so I just concentrated on following him trying my best to block out the theme song from "Jaws" from playing in my head.

After what seemed like an eternity, we had finally reached the bottom. No walls here, thankfully. Edison signalled for me to follow the rest of the group who were already in place, crouching as low as possible to the surface, making as little movement as possible. I tried to follow suit but I was having trouble controlling my buoyancy. I must have looked like an idiot bobbing up and down there. I was beginning to have the sinking feeling that if we didn't get to see any sharks on this dive, my dive buddies would all blame the greenhorn diver who couldn't even manage to do the simplest task: float.

My worst fears were confirmed when Danny signalled after minutes of staring at nothing to move to the next shark watching spot. Once again, I tried looking at least half as professional as the group I was with, to no avail. Good old Edison had to once again reach out and haul me along like a sick puppy. At this point, all my worries about seeing a shark and panicking were thrown out the window. I was more worried about NOT seeing a shark and having to sit in a boatful of frustrated divers who were all bound to blame me for the 30 minute ride back home.

I dredged up all the tips and strategies that Ralph, my Dive Master taught me during my certification and concentrated on controlling my breathing and my buoyancy until I was finally able to maintain a fairly stable floating position hovering near the bottom of the underwater coral bed. Now I could focus on keeping a lookout for those sharks. Or pretend to at least. I was still concentrating on maintaining my buoyancy level.

The suspense was starting to kill me when Guido finally turned towards me and made the "shark" motion with his hand. I scanned the area he was pointing at, but couldn't see anything for a while, and then suddenly, just like in a movie, there it was, appearing out of the blue as it's silhouette gained definition the closer it came to us. And it was coming straight towards us too. But I forgot all about being afraid, as I was just caught in awestruck wonder watching it swim towards me. Around 10 meters away from me, it turned and circled back to wherever it came from. I will never forget that moment when the shark fist appeared and it was facing me directly! Spellbound was a word invented for moments like those...

Blinded by the light
I could barely see the faces in front of me
Asking me where do we begin
Well for starters from within
I'm ashamed of what I've become in the mirror
The face of my one true enemy
Hallelujah it's a new day

Everything was pretty much anticlimactic after that. After the dive, Guido showed me the pictures he had taken and I made him all but sign a written oath that he would email me the pictures. He promised that he would but that it might take a couple of weeks. Hell, I don't care, better late than never!

The best thing about traveling, aside from having new experiences is meeting new people!

Cheers to that :)

(Photos above courtesy of Guido Brander, my Swiss-German dive buddy, who remembered to email me the photos! Danke schon!)

Sleeping like a king

2005-10-18T19:20:00.000-07:00

The best thing about having a king-sized bed all to yourself is the fact that you can S P R A W L! you can stretch and stretch and stretch and toss around all you want and never hit the edge of the bed. of course, it helps if you're only 5 feet two inches tall. just the sheer amount of space you have to sleep in makes you feel as if you slept longer than you actually did.

it's funny, i lived in a hotel room with a king-sized bed for a month and hated it because all that space just made me feel even lonelier. now that i'm used to sharing a bed with someone, any chance i have of having the bed all to myself is suddenly such a luxury. i think it helps a lot that i know fritz will only be gone for a week and that he's with his dad and that he's having fun in dubai, as opposed to him being miserable in austria for 3 weeks. maybe it's the fact that since we share the bed, fritz and i have some sort of connection already. something like: if he's sleeping well, then i'm also sleeping well because when he's in austria, i feel he's absence beside me so strongly that i wake up after a couple of hours sleep and get disoriented when i don't see him sleeping beside me. maybe that's because i know that he is missing me halfway around the world too...

Epiphany #2

2005-10-17T22:39:00.000-07:00

One of these days I will end up writing that book on how to deal with men. It isn't that easy to make the transition from a fun-loving, sassy, tongue-in-cheek chick to a mature, cosmopolitan, diplomatic woman.

The first thing I had to learn was to pick my battles. Let's face it, the reason why we love men is because they're like puppies: dumb and adorable. If they didn't go gaga over women, they wouldn't be half as adorable. The problem starts when you try to teach them to become adult human beings. Sometimes, it doesn't work out and they just turn into dogs. Like puppies, they tend to start fights over the stupidest things: taking a bath for example. Or peeing in the right spot. Or hanging out with the other puppies and chasing cats. Or any number of ridiculous things that only puppies and men can come up with. The trick is to give in to all the small things so that it seems like you're the nicest person on earth. It really doesn't take much to make them happy anyways. When the time comes that you are really fighting over something serious, then don't back down. By this time, he will be so used to you giving in that he will pay attention, realize that this is serious, and give in to you. At the end of the day, he's happy because he got all the small unimportant stuff and you end up getting the important ones.

Thai Cooking on a Tuesday Evening

2005-10-11T02:37:00.000-07:00

i never knew until today what the difference was between shallots and spring onions and leeks. thank god for the internet! that wonderful invention that has the answer to pretty much everything except "what is the definition of a loathsome disease?". i just recently found out as well that someone with a loathsome disease can be prevented from entering the country.

aloy and her boyfriend, gert, are coming over for dinner tonight and i decided on a thai menu which i am still experimenting on. hence the sudden interest in spring onions and shallots. fritz told me that spring onions are just small onions so in lieu of putting in spring onions, i chopped up some real onions instead and put those in the green curry paste i made. in other words, if the curry tastes funny later on, i will just blame him. one of the conveniences of having a white boy for a boyfriend: easier to pin the blame on!

Finally Friday!

2005-10-07T00:36:00.000-07:00

I remember my creative writing professor telling us before that the best way to become a great writer was simply to write. Our assignment for the entire term was to write as much as we possibly could, about anything, about everything that came to mind. Every night, before we went to sleep we had to fill at least one sheet of bond paper with our stream-of-consciousness writing. It sounds simple, but it was actually quite daunting sitting there with a pen in your hand, staring at a blank sheet of paper. The hardest part was always the first sentence. But it was kind of liberating once your mind and your hand started to work together; it was almost like going on autopilot, writing without even having to think about it.

Nowadays, it's the blank computer screen that I need to overcome and I've managed to avoid the entire blogging thing for quite a while. But now that my diary is pretty much defunct due to the fact that I *gasp* live with someone now and generally don't have as much time on my own as I used to, I've started to realize the benefits of blogging. Read as: something that can be done at work.

Actually, I got inspired because a graphologist I went to a few days ago told me that I no longer do something artistic that I used to do before. Writing is the only thing that comes to mind. I hardly think water coloring a few stationeries would constitute something that would have an effect on my life.

Anyways, since it's a friday and i have nothing better to write about, i may as well just jot down here my brilliant money making idea for an invention. A process to alter your genes so that all excess weight you gain would go to the right places. This way you eliminate the need to diet as well as the need to have cosmetic surgery done.

Hehehe.... Thank god it's FRIDAY!

Wiener Schnitzel

2005-10-05T21:21:00.000-07:00

Fritz cooked chicken schnitzel for me last night. Amidst my sudden surge of emotional malfunction wherein the idea of never ever getting a marriage proposal caused me to plummet into a momentary pit of depression and tears. I honestly don't know what caused it. Maybe watching too many chick flicks. Maybe thinking about this gorgeous x-carat cat's eye cut diamond engagement ring that I tried on when I was like, 16 years old. I was actually more interested than the rings than I was about the weddings and the dress and all that. It may not have been something that I actively fantasized about, but it was still one of those things that I somehow took for granted that I would eventually end up having in the course of my life. Kind of like a job, a house, a car, etc. Not that I have a house or a car yet, but then those are things that I can control. Unlike someone asking me to marry them. That's still one thing that all the bra-burners and women's liberation advocates in the world can't change.

But then again, how many married women out there can say that their husbands cooked wiener schnitzel for them? Or how many married women can still catch their husband's eye across a crowded bar and see him mouthing the words to "waiting in vain" to them? Marriage rings symbolize love and commitment and all that, but then at the end of the day, I guess I'd rather have the real thing. (Dammit, I still want both though! The cat's eye diamond cut ring and the schnitzel :P)

Self-portrait pre-wasted version

2005-10-04T01:48:00.000-07:00

Contrary to all those wasted party pictures that may or may not be circulating on the net, depending on the settings of your internet browser. It's amazing how one can go from this

to THIS :

all in one night!

Well, so long as no one gets hurt I guess! After all, we are only young and stupid and beautiful enough to get away with it once in our lives... After that, we become just plain stupid.

Of Broken Hearts and all that crap

2004-12-07T18:05:00.000-08:00

I have this friend who puts "the heart does strange things when it is broken" after each and every email she posts on our egroups. It's pretty sad mainly because we all know who she used to go out with and they were going out for a long time. Compounded with this is the fact that she wanted to get married and he didn't. I feel even more sorry for her because a scarce few weeks before they broke up, she had sent me a nasty email about how she hated my guts, or something to that effect, and she stressed the point that i should be thankful that her BOYFRIEND was too nice to get pissed at me as well. What goes around comes around, I guess, but although I have to admit that it gives me some small measure of satisfaction that she fell flat on her face in that respect, I am not happy at the thought of yet another couple breaking up.

Relationships are so complicated and just when you think you have it all worked out, something comes up and you manage to mess it up. I have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world and yet somehow, I am incapable of measuring up to him. I have no idea why I keep discovering ways to screw up our relationship when he has done nothing to deserve it. Maybe it's because I love him so much that subconsciously, I try not to. I don't know. All I know is that he's one of the most beautiful people I know, inside and out.

W.B. Yeats Cloths of Heaven

2004-11-29T22:57:00.000-08:00

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17

2004-11-29T22:47:00.000-08:00

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire;
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries,
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving,
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep, it is your eyes that close.

it all began when...

2004-11-24T18:47:00.000-08:00

I was lying in bed last night... i don't exactly know what i was doing, but as in the case as when most epiphanies strike us, my mind just started going off on its own tangent, and before i knew it, i was coming up with the middle of some story and i realized that if i didn't write it down at once, i would forget it and wake up the next day knowing that I had thought of something incredible the previous night, but for the life of me, couldn't remember what it was. So i grabbed this old steno notebook and a leaky black ballpen that was lying around and began writing furiously.

"... until she came along. Women have a delightful way of ruining a perfectly good thing, and i'm sure that all men will agree with me on this. Look at the Garden of Eden, for example. Man was having a good old boy's night out. He was in Paradise, for Christ's sake. And then God had to ruin it all by creating Woman. And that's where all the trouble began. (isn't it just like men to blame everything that's wrong with the world on one woman?)

Along with the Woman came responsibilities and as if THAT wasn't bad enough, God also told Adam and Eve to 'go forth and multiply...'. Great. Children and parenting had come into the picture. Even MORE responsibilities! It was just too much for the poor Man to take. He had been happy with the simple pleasures of life without a Woman to complicate matters. The Woman had never known what it was to be alone and free, and She would never experience it either because She had been designed to carry another person inside herself and so her consciousness was geared towards seeking the component which would make that possible.

Thousands of years after Man had choked on the Apple of Wisdom because it was too much for him to absorb, men are still yearning for those short-lived blissful days when they were single in Paradise."

Hm. I really thought it would be a much longer entry than this. On the other hand, considering that this is the first non-work-related literary work that I've managed to do in almost a year, I would say it was decent enough.

hmmm.

2004-09-27T17:56:00.000-07:00

If someone copies my blog, publishes it as his own and makes millions out of it, can I sue him? =)