Lady And The Tramp (Guinea Pig Style)

Hehe. Made me laugh.
Guinea pigs are sooo cute!

An Über-Quick Rant

Don't you just hate ALBUM RE-RELEASES???


It's happened to me multiple times:

I check on album updates from an artist I love.
I go regularly to music stores to see if that CD has come out.
I buy the CD.
A few months thereafter, they re-release the EXACT SAME CD with ANOTHER Bonus disc.
And worse even, it's an LP more often than not.



ARRRGHHH.
I literally can't decide which I hate more. This or Coriander.

A Short Video For Shoe Addicts

From The New York Times website.
09.13.08

VIDEO: On The Street With Bill Cunningham

Haha.
Everyone's a masochist to a certain degree.

Case in point:
My nude satin peep-toe booties. 4" heels.

We have a love-hate relationship. ♥

Laura Izibor's Shine

Wake up one morning you realize

Your life is one big compromise

Stuck in the job you swore was only temporary

Feel like the world is passin' you by

Never done all the things you wanted to try

Stuck in one place, got a pain in your face

From all your stressin' out

You ask yourself there's got to be more than what I'm livin for

You ask yourself there's got to be somethin else

Somethin' more, more, more

CHORUS

Well let the sun shine on your face

And don't let your life go to waste

Now is the time, got to make up your mind

Let it shine on you, let it shine on you

Feel like theres nothin', nowhere to go

You try and fight but you can't let go

Of all the pain, got so much to gain

Now is the time

You ask yourself there's got to be somethin else

Somethin' more, more, more

CHORUS

Let the sun shine on your face

And don't let your life go to waste

Now is the time, got to make up your mind

Let it shine on you, let it shine on you

You ask yourself there's got to be more than what I'm livin for

You ask yourself there's got to be somethin else

Somethin' more, more, more...

CHORUS

Well let the sun shine on your face

And don't let your life go to waste

Now is the time, got to make up your mind

Let it shine on you, let it shine on you

Well let the sun shine on your face

And don't let your life go to waste

Now is the time, got to make up your mind

Let it shine on you, let it shine on you

Let the sun shine on your face

And don't let your life go to waste

Now is the time, got to make up your mind

Let it shine on you, let it shine on you

For the audio clip, please visit http://www.lauraizibor.com/music/shine/

Happy New Year!

And in Steve Jobs' words:

Stay hungry.
Stay foolish.

Hyper When Hungry

Friday night, us four again in the car: ahya (driving), dihya (passenger seat), Daddy and me.

We were on our way to pick up Elaine from her bakeshop Carla and Elaine's in Greenhills and as expected, traffic was slow that night.


Around 7ish, Dad was getting hungry and we soon discovered that hunger was one of the three things* (and counting) that triggered his hyperactivity and heightened talkativeness, or what my dihya would refer to as "second childhood."

*(1) Golf the next day. He couldn't even sleep due to his excitement. And it's not like he just started to play the sport. He's been a golfer for more than a decade.

(2) Spicy food. Proven by Kocco's Hot Tuna Bread.

(3) Hunger.

Because of the traffic, my ahya had to look for a different route so we could go home in time for dinner. My dihya suggested that he take a shortcut dad had taught him a few weeks ago.

Remembering that my dihya was skeptical of his shortcut before, dad goes: Ooohhhh!! Iyan yung tinuro ko sa iyo dati. Sabi mo hindi OK yung turo ko tapos ngayon tinuturo mo na kay Ahya. Tama ako noh? OK yung daan ko. Aminin mo. Tama yung tinuro ko. Aminin! Uuyyy aminiiiiin!!! (then putting on a girly voice) AMIIIINIIIIIII--- (he cuts himself off, distracted by the car shop named Mother's we just passed by).

2 seconds after,

Daddy, singing a John Lennon song, feel na feel: "MOOOTHERRRRR...."

Someone give this guy a sedative. HAHAHA.

PostSecret 11.08.08

This is as beautiful as it is heartbreaking.

From PostSecret.

-----Email Message-----

Sent: Sunday, November 09, 2008 8:58 AM

Subject: So sorry for your loss.

I don't know if we have read your beloved's obituary, but my husband and I read your secret -- one of our favorite things is to read PostSecret on Sunday morning when we're still bleary-eyed and in need of coffee, making up stories about the poster's lives -- and he hugged me because it made me cry, and touched the screen saying, "it's really beautiful."

So you just became a part of our story. I wanted to share this with you, because I would be honored to be a part of yours.

Uhh...Guess Not

Dad was being his usual talkative self, this time the topic centered around someone's daughter.

My brother asks: Maganda ba?

Daddy: Mabait.

Brother: Maganda ba?!?

Daddy: Uhh...Matalino.

Conan: Celebrity Survey

My favorite Celebrity Survey* to date:

To the question: "My favorite time of day is..."

Evangeline Lilly wrote: "Dawn."
Matt Lauer wrote "Twilight."
.....
....
...
..
.
O.J. Simpson wrote: "Murder O'Clock."


Conan: I like how there's no attempt there to make sense.



*Celebrity Survey-- A Late Night With Conan O'Brien sketch wherein Conan supposedly sends out surveys to celebrities and then reads off their replies.

The Neverending Story

The ride going to and from the office is never, ever dull.
In the car, both of my brothers are always seated in front; my dad and I at the back. The two most talkative, without a doubt, are my daddyo and his mini-me (although actually taller than him), my dihya.

Being the only girl there, I'm indebted to my iPod for letting me tune out and escape from all their chitchats on cars, sports, and other guy stuff I could care less about. Once I get in the car, I automatically take it out and press Play until we arrive home 30-40 minutes later.

Sometimes, their conversations would get too heated up I'd either have to increase the volume of my music or hit pause and play the role of the adjudicator.
Though if it isn't raised voices, it's usually boisterous laughters I hear through my earphones.

One time, my dad started sharing to us a story about China (or a childhood memory of his, or one of his business-related anecdotes-- I forget. He always talks about these 3 all the time.), so I stopped my iPod for a while and listened.

Two sentences in, my dihya goes: OOOOoooohhhppp ohp ohp ohppp. Stop. Alam na namin iyan.
My ahya followed: Nakwento mo na iyan.

My dad pauses. Sitting beside him, I see his face still looking excited. And so he continues on with his story.

My two brothers: OoOooohhh narinig na nga namin iyan. Ilang beses mo na iyan kinwento eh. Paulit ulit na.

Daddy, pauses again, letting them finish. His facial expression still unchanged and his body shifted forward, making sure they hear him loud and clear: .....tapos noh...blah blah blah... tapos........

Brothers, laughing a little while daddy continues talking: Sinabi na ngang narinig na, kwento pa rin siya...

Daddy, unmindful and still fascinated by his own repeatedly-told story (his intonations and hand gestures full of emotion each time he tells it): ...blah blah blah...tapos.....blah blah blah..........

Brothers: Wala talagang effect...

Me: HAHAHAHAHA!