And long after …

And long after I’ve gone, you’ll still be humming along and I will keep you in my mind — the way you make love so fine.


Trivial Pursuits No.2 and Wishing to Be Frida Kahlo

I was delighted to visit one of my dearest friends today in her house. This friend of mine has got to be one of the wisest and most graceful people I know; it’s a no-brainer that time spent with her is time well-spent.

Since I haven’t seen my friend for quite a while, we immediately found ourselves talking and talking and talking — a little eating, too. We basically just entertained each other with anecdotes from our lives. I felt like there was not enough time to talk about all the things I wanted to share with her, vice-versa.

We talked about everything under the sun: school life, her weird dream, my potential love gone wrong (as usual), and much more. 😀

We also watched videos of Blair Fowler giving a tour to her new condo — which was just, frankly, worthy of every single envy on my body. Oh, it was just too cool. Her space was small but she managed to make use of it smartly and efficiently. As I have observed, nothing felt like too tiny or cramped; everything was in its right place. I also loved the fact that she “recycles” furniture and she only bought quite a few number of it when she moved in to her new place.

I think I may have had a change of mind when it comes to condos (F.Y.I.: I’m a big believer that condominiums do not make for a great living environment.).

Here’s the video if you want to see for yourself:

My friend and I also watched some videos of D.I.Y. projects. Is it me or do these videos always proclaim that they are easy to do and can be done in a matter of minutes. Yeah, right. Like that ever applied to me. Unfortunately, as much as I’d like to be Frida Kahlo-esque, I’ve absolutely no talent when it comes to arts. This is a reality which I never cease to lament.

My friend is especially quite adept when it comes to arts, though. She’s always up for a new project. In fact, she has already made her first scrunchies. They were cute — as I held them in my hands, the song “Gwiyomi” played on my mind…


Anyway, to save myself some embarrassment, why don’t you make your own scrunchie, eh?

We also watched how to make your own bow ring and mustache necklace. Although I think the ribbon one was absolutely adorable, I still am kind of doubtful about the idea of trotting around a mustache necklace. Hmm. Maybe it’s because some of the most evil men in history sported mustaches? Think about it: Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin…

Anyway, I’m ruining the artsy atmosphere. The video:

The last video we watched — I had to go; it was about to rain — was about how to make your own statement bib necklace. I’ve always wanted to try bibs but it seems like I do not have any article of clothing that will match the look. Hmm.

So, that was my day and thank you for listening to me. Or bearing to listen to me.

Until next time.



“An Abundance…” Finished(!)

Before I ramble on about Katherines, let me first tell you that I woke up today better than expected — considering that my brain was alcohol-ridden last night.

Really better than expected. I thought that I was going to be in bed for half the day. Which, fortunately, didn’t happen. In fact, I woke up at 10 A.M. and found my head incredibly clear. Sigh. Relief. Anyway, I even managed to finish Katherines right after waking up and taking a bath.

So, Katherines: I had been expecting more from this. Although the witty John Green style of writing is still there, it is, in no way, near The Fault in Our Stars good. Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little biased because The Fault was just so good. And quotable (Haha!).

But still. The plot was uninspired and the main characters leave a lot to be desired. I can honestly say that none of the main characters really grew on me. Although there were some scenes that were good, it kind of drags on and on and on.

In addition, there was just too much Katherines! FINE! I know, I know. That’s supposed to be the point of An Abundance…: It was all about the 19 Katherines who dumped Colin. At one point, you’ll just find yourself thinking, “Who the hell dates 19 girls with the same name?!?”

The Colin + Lindsey ship… nah.

Did I also mention that the mathematics part of this book really annoyed me? And confused me. Even if I am curious as to how exactly you can calculate the longevity of romantic relationships into graphs and formulas and whatever, I just don’t think it’s a good idea to incorporate it in a book. That’s a difficult task per se but to make a whole story revolving around it… hmm. Maybe next time?

If anything, An Abundance… has taught me that mathematics and love should be entirely separate entities.(I’d like to think I’m good at both but, in reality, I’m just really delusional.) Both are already complicated in themselves. By combining the two in a book, it just leaves one confused. And feeling some sort of remorse for sucking at math.

So, to conclude:

  1. Don’t be obsessed with your former flames.
  2. Don’t monopolize your dating life to dating people with the same name over and over again.
  3. Math and love. Never again. Unless you’ve got some fetish for it.



6×23 Love Spell Potential

So, only two episodes left until Season 6 ends.

I am psyched for this one! The preview is hilarious!!! I cannot get enough of that part where Penny says, “Why don’t your character (points to Amy) and your character (points to Sheldon) do it in the game?”

HAHAHA! Epic. Too bad Sheldon doesn’t want to do it. Come on! Not to sound like a total perv but aren’t we all — well, at least the Shamy fandom — just dying for them to do it?!?

I know I am.

Aaaaaand good news for the newest ship in TBBT: there’s going to be some Racy (Raj + Lucy) moments. I’m a new member of the Racy fandom so I’m very much excited about this.


“An Abundance…” Progress

Well, I’m on page 160-something now; near the end now.

Hmm. As far as my tipsy brain can remember, Colin and Lindsey have a little something going on now. I’d like to call it Sparks. Yes. With a capital S.

Please, allow me to define Sparks for you:

Sparks (noun/verb): not quite platonic love; not quite romantic love. Almost there but not quite. 

What a sucky definition.

Anyway, I was hoping that the Colin-Lindsey ship will get me all giddy but it just leaves a lot to be desired. And I find Lindsey bland so far. I don’t know. I don’t find her that lovable — unlike what those oldsters say. Hmm. I’ve still got a few pages to go and I hope my view of her will take a 360 degree turn. For the better.

Hmm. What else? I’m starting to have a little — just the teeniest bit — of affection for Colin. He just wants someone to love him and stick with him. I guess that’s not so hard to understand. And kudos to him for calling Katherine III — a.k.a The Most Forgettable (At least, for Colin) of All the 19 Katherines.

From where I’ve left, Colin and Hassan were being chased by a feral pig. Ooh. Sounds interesting.

No Drinking Again. (Well, as long as I can resist it, anyway.)

As I write this, I am feeling a little bit tipsy and sleepy. Two signs that can be associated with drunkenness. Sigh. For the first time in a long time, I am kinda, sorta drunk. And although I’d like to feel guilty about it, I can’t. It was time well spent with my friends anyway. And our host was amazing — she took care of everything (foods, snacks, drinks(!), and even desserts). And… she gave into our every little whim. Sigh.

I know. I’m sort of an ass.

It’s a wonder to me why I am still able to type this blog post in my state. My head is spinning ever so slightly…. wooh. I’ve always credited myself for having quite a strong resistance against alcoholic drinks. Well, maybe not. But at least I didn’t do anything stupid that would make me hate myself.

Which reminds me of the first time I ever drank. Do you remember the first time you got drunk?

Was it good? Was it bad?

Well, my first experience was both good and bad. Like every other naive teenager, I did it for the heck of it. I thought it was alright — this always happens in the movies, right? Teenagers get drunk and it’s normal. Perfectly normal. And besides, it wasn’t like I was going to go out of the street and parade my worst self.

Wrong. I managed to confess my “undying” love to my then-crush and run out of the street and lie down on the lawn in the house across us.

I thought that was the right way to get drunk. Be silly. Don’t give a fuck.

I should have really given a fuck, though. Because my friends would occasionally bring up that first time and I wish that memory could be erased off the history of mankind.

Sigh. Anyway, I’ll have to end this post because my brain is going to falter soon.

Stay at home. Don’t get drunk. Seriously.