mad solid

finally.  the end of mercury retrograde.  

not that i'm blaming astrology for all the month's effery.

well, pwede rin.

cut!

my hair: even if i want to sport a more impressive length, my scalp says no, and warns me by letting go of oh, a handful a week.  i know i've reached my length limit when hair fall happens.  time to snip.

and by snipping i mean an extreme amount of hair, rather than just a trim.

ige was joking (was he?) about me sporting a short, gel-ible style and he having the long hair which makes him look like russell brand.  i can't, i said.  i have a big round face; i'll look too butch!

the change may also do me some good to disguise me from the bad luck that's been hovering around me this month (like my beloved rats getting sick and dying).  folkloric, yes?  hmm.  anyway, the haircut would also go well with the other changes that's been going on: in work, my studies, and who knows, perhaps even in doing projects and my photography!  i've been terribly bland photo-wise; i need something to perk me up--definitely not a new camera (hahaha) but a new idea, just--something.

(sigh.)

i'm going for some coffee.  i'm currently into 7-eleven's mocha cappuccino and croley foods' ensaymada-flavored butter cream crackers.  [little bits of consumer happiness for the burnt-out office girl with a dream bigger than all of the world's pimples combined!]

what i do to vienna sausage

this post is inspired by ige's lunch today ("may baon ako byena soseyg").  :)

i like vienna sausage, but i don't eat them straight out of the can.  they look too pale, too "raw" for me, and so i do a couple of things to them before they move in to my stomach.  kinda defeats the purpose of its being 'ready-to-eat', huh? oh well.  good luck to me when i have to eat them "raw" during an emergency!

so what do i do to vienna sausage?


A - The American (or so i think, obviously stereotyping)

i put all the sausages in the toaster and heat them up until the skin is almost brown, and almost crunchy.  i turn them over every once in a while to prevent the skin from sticking to the toaster tray, and for an 'even' brown.  (not that it matters.)  while they're toasting, i get a tall tumbler and pour in some coke.  then i hunt for some potato chips (preferably classic lay's--mmm!).  when the sausages are done i put them on a small plate and, munching chips between sausages, i watch a movie.  i would probably die in a few years if i did this often.


B - The Pinoi (just because i think i'm not the only one who does this in this part of the world)

as with The American, i heat up the sausages in the toaster until they're brown.  while they're tanning, i prepare around 3-4 pieces of pan de sal (or "tasty" bread) and grab some mayonnaise.  when the sausages are gorgeously done, i put them in a bowl and mash them with a fork.  sometimes i put the pan de sal in the toaster to warm while i mix in mayo with the sausage.  then i fill the pan de sal with the mayo-y, sausage-y goodness.  great with coke or coffee.  or iced tea.  and some kundiman in the background, yo.


C - The Simple, Pero Rock (i'm staying away from stereotypes now)

open the can and put 'em in the pan.  fry until satisfied, and you're done!  oldskool, greasy and good--eat with bread or rice (or both).  i think i must try this with beer.  ;)


i enjoy them all, but my favorite would be The Pinoi.  how about you, do you like vienna sausage too?  (wow, that rhymed!)

2am story

last night i slept early (9pm).  i was tired.  i set my alarm (4:30am), checked to see how darcy was doing (on his side, asleep), and slumbered peacefully until a CRASH! woke me up.

it didn't sound like paper.  or books.  or a water bottle.  or my bag, which would have sounded like a THUD.  it was a CRASH, the sort of sound you'd hear when something heavy and resonant falls to the floor, from a height.

it could only be one thing.

("oh shit.")

i jumped out of bed and grazed my hand on my desk in the dark.  what should have been there wasn't.

("shit, shit, shit.")

i ran to turn on the light.

and it was there, on the floor: my week-old laptop, bottom up.  a few inches away was the wooden book stand i use as laptop platform.

also there was one of my cats, the one who likes to sneak into my room through my window.  spassky jumped from my desk, sensing perhaps that he'd done something wrong because i was making all these fast movements and glaring at him.  i made him go out the window again with a spanking on his butt and a "no spassky! bad!".  i finally locked the window flap shut with a twist wire. 

i went over to darcy's box and checked him.  he was asleep (but in a different position).  relief.  good thing the cats haven't discovered that i now keep my lone rat in my room, and that i let him walk around freely while he's sick.

next, i took the laptop and shook it a bit, listening for anything loose inside.  didn't hear anything.  then i put the laptop back on my desk and hurriedly checked for anything broken.  pushed the power button on and wished so hard it was okay (warranty terms were already floating around my head, particularly the "seven days replacement" thing, then i remembered it's been more than a week since i bought it, and i didn't want to go through the hassle of having it repaired, bla bla bla).  the screen granted me my wish; the machine started up fine.  i found the memory card slot cover on the floor and put it back in.  the cd drive popped out normally-- i'll have to check if the reader-burner functions work though.  that was all my sleep-muddled mind was able to command my body to do at two in the morning.

satisfied that my rat was safe in bed and that my laptop showed no signs of brain damage, i went back to sleep.

Ako at si Jollibee

Naisipan kong gumawa ng isang tribute post para sa isa sa pinakamamahal kong kaibigan.  Nakwento kasi ng nanay ko na tuwang-tuwa 'yung mga pinsan kong Stateside noong unang nakakita ng Jollibee branch sa Pinas.  Ang laki raw kasi, di tulad nu'ng sa New York, na ga-booth lang ata.  Hehehe.

 Mahal namin si Jollibee.  Kung pwede lang taon-taon doon magbertdey ang pamangkin ko.

 Nagpapahalik siya.

 Yakap niya ang lahat.

Mahal kita, Jollibee.

I will always be your girl.