Here is a list of blogs that I follow and read:

• Best 5 Lists
• The Official Website of Stanley Chi
• Notes from the Philippines
• GamerGroundz
• Ten Minutes Tops
• Natural Pain Remedies
• Extra Kanin
• Your Look Today
• Alma Jones, MD

If you want to be part of this list, go ahead, contact me. Don’t be shy.

And if you have Facebook, you might wanna read my Facebook posts – but please don’t plagiarize, okay?

I thought it was a good idea to get to know myself again.

(What music do I like? What food do I love eating? What clothes do I prefer?)

I dyed my hair, got a haircut. Went around the mall looking for anything that might catch my fancy. And after a few days of alone time, here’s what I found out about myself:

• I like Auntie Anne’s. Original pretzel and caramel dip. But eating it alone makes me feel a little sad, which I find weird.
• I like pho chin nam, Vietnamese noodles with thin strips of beef. Something fascinating about cooking food when it’s already in the bowl.
• People-watching is something I can do for a long time. Trying to figure out people is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle. That guy is lying, that girl is looking for someone. This child wants to go home. So many people with their own stories to tell.
• I like wearing dresses. I thought of myself as a shorts-wearing kind of girl, but it looks like I’m more of a girly girl than I would like to admit.
• Music is something I can’t yank out of my system. And there’s something about Sara Bareilles’ song Gravity that got me hooked. And just like that, I hear Megadeath’s 99 Ways to Die and I smile to myself because I love that song with a fierceness that surprises me.
• People think I’m kikay, but I’m a serious person. Being a “blonde thinker” is a mask I love wearing, but there are just too many thoughts swimming in my head. (Like what level of significance and margin of error would I use in a study determining the effect of caffeine and frontal lobe function? No, seriously?)
• I don’t like roses…

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• I don’t like roses. I think they’re a lot of fop. But a tulip seems like a nice flower. It’s not as predictable nor as overused. One unassuming tulip – no packaging, no ribbon, no nonsense – would be as stimulating as a whole bouquet of roses.
• Korean food is something I will never get used to. Sorry to all kimchi fans…
• I’m always right about my instincts and sometimes, just sometimes, I hate knowing that I’m right. Not knowing is blissful ignorance.
• I miss playing the piano, which I haven’t touched in five years. I have a song itching to get out of my head but I’m keeping it at bay. In due time, in due time.
• I like bitter chocolate; it’s truer to its original taste.
• Drawing is like riding a bicycle; you simply don’t forget. I picked up my pen and started sketching today and before I knew it, the sun has set and it’s three hours after.
• I like spontaneity. Routines, plans, and schedules make me feel like I’m tied down. I’d rather be without proverbial chains.
• I’m fiercely loyal to my friends. Tell me if you're one. :)

I’m in the process of going through files in my computer, preparing to back them up, when I saw a whole folder of some old works. I’ve forgotten that I’ve written a lot in the past! Perhaps it’s time they found their way here. :)

Here’s a really old poem. Hope you like it!

 

Funny Bone

Told myself a lie today

When I said I didn’t care about you

And I was there,

Biting my tongue,

Laughing despite myself,

Thinking, “Man, you are fine.”

…You and your hazel eyes.

I decided to bring my cat with me during lunch. Unfortunately, as I was about to enter this popular fastfood chain that I will not mention, I was unceremoniously barred from entering.

It would have been alright if the guard had said, “I’m sorry, but there are no pets allowed inside.” Instead, he raised his stick to block my entrance. He then pointed to a sign on the window that said No Pets Allowed and told me with a frown, “Nakasulat.”

I felt like I’ve done something wrong and I’m being shamed for it. I then realized I shouldn’t feel guilty that I had my cat with me.

If I were to assume he was rude because he was “just a security guard,” that would be an insult to all the well-mannered security guards I’ve encountered. It shouldn’t take a white-collared job or a fancy degree for someone to know how to treat other people with kindness… or am I just kidding myself?

Perhaps I’ll just take my business to McDonald’s or Jollibee next time. My little cat still won’t be allowed inside, but at least I won’t feel like I should be ashamed I brought him with me in the first place.