Instead of doing HW [procrastinating yet again... because obviously i am queen of procrastination] i find myself looking at resort photos online, possible locations where we'd be staying in Philippines ( Read more... )

I got home at 6:40 today from school. My mom doesn't like to cook dinner when it's past 6:45 or close to 7pm. That meant I had to fend for myself. Originally I was just going make red wine vinaigrette and eat salad but I remembered that we had leftover roasted chicken from 2 nights ago. Well, hungry ol' me decided to make chicken ciaccatore. The ( Read more... )

Holy guacamole. It's so bloody hard to enjoy food these days without my mouth taking a beating ( Read more... )

There's this sense of displacement again, especially when I listen to certain songs/playlists. It doesn't necessarily mean something bad. Occasionally it's quite uplifting. I've been toying with the idea of blogging but there's this idea of putting "yourself out there" to be scrutinized, nitpicked or worse a joke. I suppose I'm afraid that it will ( Read more... )

Ok So, I' am finally feeling better but not 100% well. I have been sick thrice in two months so I guess my immune system is shit. But I will now take better care of myself and eat healthier. On another note, I'm going back home to Asia end of April. I have been waiting so long for this. All I could think about and hope for is this since we've ( Read more... )

I miss summer. the brilliant sunsets and soft warm breeze that caress your skin. the rustle of the leaves whispering against the blue open sky. Of freedom and days that stretches into nights pregnant with possibilities. I miss afternoons spent in languid relaxation.

It feels like 5 winters have passed when it's already just begun.

uneasy thoughts and discarded plans like crumpled paper strewn across the floor mindlessly brushed aside. Heavy eyes half closed unable to focus on visions that hover in and out of my peripheral view. Clarity is lost within the spaces of goals unattended, unfulfilled. the Blinking of text is like imitating a pulse. slow and gradual beating. words ( Read more... )

It has been awhile has it not? An entire summer's passed, fluttered away to a distant south.
The warmth memories leaving but a small trace in the Autumn breeze. How could it have happened so quickly? I am feeling melancholy with the approaching cold. I want to chase after Summer and elope to the blue skies and sunshine filled beaches.

Now that I finally laid off buying stuff from ebay.... I'm hooked on estate sales and vintage shopping around ossington/queen st. west. This is not good. I think I'm starting to acquire a really bad spending habit. This must stop :( But I am so obsessed with looking for the cheapest and best quality shit. Damn

My first and lasting love would always be Brandon Boyd. :) Yup, that man has it going on: looks, talent, brilliance. Not only is he eloquent but also a visual and audio artist. yumm