Loneliness

Why do I have to leave and be away with you? Just want to be by your side... always.

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On Coming Back...

I will be back for this. Promise, mahal.

On Girls Who Read, Maybe Even Write

You Should Date An Illiterate Girl

by Charles Warnke

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

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Date a Girl Who Reads

by Rosemarie Urquico

In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’sUlysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She'll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she's sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

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On Hair and Hearts Getting Tangled :-)

Power, Gleam and Glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once mine.

Heal what has been hurt

Change the fate's design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine,

What once was mine...

I was still having my hangover with The Swan Princess last week when I decided to watch Tangled, Disney's 50th animation movie. I watched it with my friends Micmic and his better half Mon, and Thea @ Ali mall yesterday. This movie was amazing, really amazing! :) 10 out of 10 critics' reviews were well justified. Disney did a great job on tangling a very simple plot, with catchy music and animation, and a great deal of funny moments. :)

I was really amazed how animations today have improved so much. I have been always a fan of animations, maybe because of the drawings. which I am very fond of doing. Also, sometimes it's nice to imagine being in a man-made world for an hour or two and escape reality. Nowadays, animations have improved not only in graphics, but also in content. I can confidently say that today's animations not only touch children's minds and hearts, but also adults like me. :)

Rumors said that Tangled is Disney's last animation movie. I certainly hope not.

'cause someone out there, may he be a child or not, has a heart which never grows old, and yearns to be in a place where dreams, all dreams, can come true. :-)

On Missing You :-(

I miss you. Grrr.

Kung ganitong apat na araw ka lang mawawala, pano pa kaya pag umalis ako ng dalawang taon? :-(

Hay. Hindi ko maisip. Yoko isipin pa. :-(

On Jealousy

Mahal, I'm so sorry that I'm the jealous type.

I can't help it.

' will try my best to tone it down next time it happens.

I love you and I miss you already even though it's just hours since I have been in your arms.

My Birthday 2011 ^____^

Getting older by a year on just one day isn't a big deal for me. Hell yeah, I'm proud to reach and turn twenty-six. :) I haven't experienced the quarter life crisis, so I haven't had to hurry and do the things I need or desired to do. I heard that some tended to be depressed or something...so I guess I was just plain lucky that I wasn't. :)

Anyway, as my birthday came, it started as an ordinary day that ended to be a special one:

@12am - 1am: Since I was still awake at the eve of my birthday (yup, I sleep early- early in the morning :D), I was doing my everyday "tasks" such as Facebook stalking and watching series/ movies (at that time I was catching up with Desperate Housewives), and also I was cooking European sausage carbonara for my officemates (just a little something for them). Then when I looked at my profile page, voila! I was overwhelmed by the greetings posted in my FB wall. :) So I started thanking those who remembered and took time to post a simple message. :) And I also talked to Ken on the phone after I finished cooking (of course, it was a given :D). After talking to Ken, I rested so I could wake up early, go to work early, and off from work early, because..it was my birthday! :D

@6am - 830am: Greetings kept coming! :) After thanking those who greeted, I started preparing for work and wore my birthday dress! Yey! ^_____^ I didn't wake my mahal (my daily routine), since he was still sick. So off to work, I was, bringing two heavy plastic containers of carbonara and peach ref cake. :D

me @ the office wearing my birthday dress ^____^

@830am-430pm: 仕事！仕事！^_____^

@430pm-530pm: Merienda time! ^_____^ My officemates and I enjoyed the food that I prepared for them. I was happy that they liked it, my Japanese boss was even telling me "とてもおいいしい！！！" and I would be a good wife and thank you and a happy new year. Hahahaha. :D Sir, you were funny indeed! :D

my European sausage carbonara and peach ref cake ^_____^

@530pm-630pm: I pretended to work while waiting for my beloved. :)

@630pm: Ken called that he was already waiting for me at the ground floor, so I went down with Em, and in the elevator, we saw Motmot (Ken's college friend) who was also working in CyberOne building. So all of us met Ken at the ground floor then there came teasing (libre! libre!). Hahaha. :p I just wanted to spend the rest of the day with my Ken. :) Motmot parted from us, and Ken and I walked towards the condo, Em tagging along with us because she's also heading towards the same direction. Em suggested that Ken and I should eat out because it was a special day, but Ken politely refused. I didn't mind because I also prepared food for us (the same carbonara and ref cake at the condo). Em, too, went home. :)

@7pm: At the condo, as I was preparing our dinner, Ken was making me go to my room because he wanted to prepare the food himself. Well, fine, he would just re-heat the food and make calamansi juice, so I let him do those stuff (if it's his way of pampering me on my special day). :D

While I was waiting in my room, I watched Desperate Housewives (yeah, I was still catching up :p), and with no ideas what so ever, he knocked and then...

he gave me a dozen of red roses! ^_____^

A good surprise indeed! :) He rarely does this kind of thing, but when he does, it is amazing. :) He was planning to deliver the flowers to the office but since he was sick, he didn't have enough time to do that... but damn, it was still good, and I was very happy. :) After that, we just ate at Cookbook kitchen (I've always wanted him to experience the Parmesan crusted white fish because it is heavenly :-p~) , then headed back to the condo, and rest, and watch some series, with him by my side. :)

Ken, I and the beautiful roses ^_____^

Getting older by a year on just one day isn't a big deal for me, it is just like any other day of the year. But with a loved one by your side, celebrating that ordinary day becomes a not-so-ordinary day after all. :)

Coffee Jelly + Espresso Shots to Go Please!

Dear Time,

This cannot be. I don't know why you're so fast. It seems like you are eluding me for the past weeks. Just to catch you, I am now an addict.

Espresso is now running in my veins.

Tons of load to do and juggle. Not enough sleep.

I hope I get to spend my weekend with my love and watch HP7 Part1.

Time, please give me just extra 6 hours of R&R, will you?

If you don't, I will continue to catch you.

Running after you,

Faith

On Doing My Laundry and a Hamperful of Clothes

These days have been pretty damn busy. I have to balance my work, Nihongo studies, love life, family life, and of course, my personal time. Things at work have been crazy lately: so many new technologies to learn, demanding targets, and to top it all, Nihongo classes. I don't mind studying Nihongo, not at all. In fact, I look forward to my Nihongo class: it somehow takes my stress off a bit. Also, I can write Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji pretty well. But for the past weeks, my work has been so demanding that I haven't got enough time to study, rest, sleep, and do my personal stuff. You know what I have discovered?

1. I haven't done my laundry in a month. A month.

2. BUT, I still have ironed clothes to wear from my cabinet. And I think I can last for another month without doing my laundry.

3. I also have a hamperful of clothes that I can wear, but are not yet ironed.

...which lead to me to an inevitable truth:

I have TOO many clothes!

Gosh, I don't know how I acquired them all! They're like viruses-- very fast to multiply.

Oh well, I think I might dispose some of them, give to my brother's girlfriend, or to my sisters. ^____^

On Singing Songs of Praises

Since I was a child, I always loved singing songs of praises. Even though I wasn't a good singer, I sang my heart out whenever I did. I remembered back then when my father, who was a devout Catholic (and still is), bought cassette tapes of religious songs and praises. When the music played, all of us, even though no one in our family had the gift of music, sang loudly and joyfully. We never got tired of singing those songs: my father always requested to play those tapes especially during Christmas, Lenten season, All Souls and Saints day. Sometimes, out of the blue, or in the morning, the familiar music would play and wake us all, and then the "singing" would begin. :)

When I sang alone in the mass today, I reminisced those moments with my family and realized how I missed them.

I sang, trying to grab those notes and the time without them that had flown unknowingly.

I sang, imagining those mornings, the voices that were nearly as battered as the cassette tapes were.

I sang, teary-eyed and wishing that they were with me in that mass, singing not with our voices, but with our heart as we glorified our God.

As a tribute to those now voiceless voices, I would post my favorite songs of praises:

~o~

Take and Receive

Take and receive, O Lord, my liberty.

Take all my will, my mind, and memory.

All things I hold, and all I own are thine.

Thine was the gift, to thee, I all resign.

Do thou direct and govern all and sway,

Do what thou wilt command, and I obey.

Only thy grace, thy love on me bestow,

These make me rich, all else will I forego.

~o~

Anima Christi

Soul of Christ

Sanctify me

Body of Christ save me

Water from the side of Christ

Wash me, Passion of Christ

Give me strength

Hear me Jesus

Hide me in thy wounds

That I may never leave thy side

From all the evil that surrounds me

Defend me and when the call of death arrives

Bid me come to thee

That I may praise thee

With thy saints forever

~o~

I Will Sing Forever

I will sing forever of Your love, O Lord

I will celebrate the wonder of Your name

For the word that You speak is a song of forgiveness

And a song of gentle mercy and of peace

Let us wake at the morning and be filled with Your love

And sing songs of praise all our days

For Your love is as high as the heavens above us

And Your faithfulness as certain as the dawn

I will sing forever of Your love, O Lord

I will celebrate the wonder of Your name

For the word that You speak is a song of forgiveness

And a song of gentle mercy and of peace

I will sing forever of Your love, O Lord

For You are my refuge and my strength

You fill the world with Your life-giving spirit

That speaks Your word

Your word of mercy and of peace

And I will sing forever of Your love, O Lord

Yes I will sing forever of Your love, O Lord

~o~

Healing

Now that we have gotten through

One more fall

I can just admit I've got it all

Cause I do

Cause I've got you

We've crossed these battle lines to many times

It passes through the heart

But it never leaves a mark

Cause Your love just keeps on healing me

No matter how I bruise

If I just trust You

Your love just keeps on healing me

One more clue

One more chance that wasn't there before

In your arms

no pain can harm the way I'm feeling

Lord I know that Your love is healing

I've kicked around those lines in my head

But I've never listened to the words that You said

See where its lead

Well I know I have it now

Cause You showed me how

And all I had to do

Was just to keep my eyes on You

Cause Your love just keeps on healing me

No matter how I bruise

If I just trust You

Your love just keeps on healing me

One more clue

One more chance that wasn't there before

In your arms

no pain can harm the way I'm feeling

Lord I know that Your love is healing

Cause Your love just keeps on healing me

No matter how I bruise

If I just trust You

Your love just keeps on healing me

One more clue

One more chance that wasn't there before

In your arms

no pain can harm the way I'm feeling

Lord I know that Your love is healing

~o~

Panalangin sa Pagiging Bukas Palad

Panginoon, turuan mo akong maging bukas-palad

Turuan mo akong maglingkod sa Iyo

At magbigay nang ayon sa nararapat

Na walang hinihintay mula sa Iyo

Na makibakang di inaalintana, mga hirap na dinaranas

Sa tuwina'y magsumikap na hindi humahanap ng kapalit na kaginhawaan

at di naghihintay kundi ang aking mabatid na ang loob Mo'y siyang sinusundan.

Panginoon, turuan mo akong maging bukas palad

Turuan mo akong maglingkod sa Iyo

At magbigay nang ayon sa nararapat

Na walang hinihintay mula sa Iyo.

~o~

Awit ng Paghahangad

Ika’y pagmamasdan sa dakong banal,

Nang makita ko ang ‘Yong pagkarangal.

Dadalangin akong nakataas aking kamay,

Magagalak na aawit ng papuring iaalay.

Gunita ko’y Ikaw

Habang nahihimlay

Pagkat ang tulong Mo sa tuwina’y taglay.

Sa lilim ng Iyong mga pakpak

(umaawit akong buong galak/umaawit, umaawit, umaawit akong buong galak.)

Aking kaluluwa’y kumakapit sa ‘Yo,

Kaligtasa’y t’yak kong hawak Mo ako.

Magdiriwang ang hari ang Diyos S’yang dahilan.

Ang sa Iyo ay nangakong galak yaong makakamtan.

~o~

I could still hear the echo of those voices...making me recall that I was once in a home where music was valued not for how good you could sing, but how you could make yourself worthy of the music.

Where Did My Weekend Go???

Where else??? Sleeping.

Ken and I just kept on sleeping...

...and sleeping

...and sleeping.

Before we knew it, it was Sunday afternoon already.

We had not done anything but lay down on the bed like sloths and slept.

But I wasn't regretful or anything. I loved sleeping with him because it was a deep one. Normally, I do sleep like a chicken: I easily wake up. Because of that, I sometimes get tired easily because I'm not able to have a proper sleep and rest.

So, I was thankful to have my (beauty and weekend) rest with Ken, it was bliss. :)

And yeah, time passes by so quickly when you're with your love one...

Sweet Recipe to Solving Problems :-)

This came from Prezi, an online tool for creating very cool presentations. :)

I might try to create a presentation on how to cook no-bake lasagna (thanks Mic for the recipe!) using this tool.

As a sample, enjoy this presentation! :)

Sweet recipe to solving problems on Prezi

Cooking Day With Micmic :)

At last! A cooking buddy! :)

I was really excited as the day began yesterday because my good friend Micmic and I had previously planned to cook in their house. :) He would teach me how to cook lasagna (the shortcut version and without needing an oven), and Caesar salad (the shortcut version also). So we agreed to meet at SM Hypermart Pasig first to buy the ingredients, then go to their place at Valle Verde 5. Being an early bird that I was, I arrived 15 minutes before our meeting time, and damn, I was very ecstatic to see all the veggies, fishes, and fruits Hypermart had to offer! My eyes were feasting on the array of colors! :) Also, I saw veggies I never knew existed, and to top it all, very weird-looking veggies, too! :D I even had to call my boyfriend just to tell him the colorful veggies and to shop there later that day. :)

The fresh salad garden section of Hypermart Pasig. :) I would like to applaud them for such a collection, theirs had the most variety (so far) from all the Hypermarts I had seen. :)

It's not what you think it is! hahaha. :D This is a butternut squash. It's my first time to see this odd-shaped veggie, I didn't even know it existed until then. Must try one... *evil grin* ^___^

More butternut squashes! :) I also saw a sorta-giant-garlic veggie. I think it's squash too but I didn't see the name. :D

Sweet beets! :)

Big, fat radishes. :D

Mini cucumber. :) My good friend Edgie and I had an inside joke about the pronunciation of cucumber: it's pronunciation KA-KAM-BER. :D I dunno, but it's hilarious for both of us. :D

Big salad tomatoes and tomatolets! :D

This is nice, really nice. :) Green and golden Zucchini. :D

Green Capsicum, green and red Jalapeños, iceberg lettuce! :) It was rare seeing Jalapeños here.

Japanese cucumber and red cabbage. :)

Fennel and Swiss Chard. I haven't tried both of them. :p

One of my faves, Butterhead lettuce. :)

And finally, red coral lettuce and green ice lettuce. :) Micmic called them "curly lettuce". :D

After secretly taking pictures of veggies (yes, I instantly became a veggie stalker that time), Micmic arrived and we then started shopping for the ingredients. Some weird and unique things we saw were the shrimp-eating-fishie and humongous mushroom:

It's nice that Hypermart dry market exists: I really don't like wet markets. :p I've always hated the feeling of walking on dirty ground and those mud scattering all over my white socks and legs. Anyway, after shopping for ingredients, we went back to their home and started the fight! :D

The Contenders:

Ingredients

and the cooks: Micmic and I :D

Micmic was really up to fight, haha! :D Anyway we successfully created our masterpieces:

Yummmmmm!!!! :D

Caesar salad without the dressing and Parmesan cheese. :)

Four layers of Bechamel and beef! :)

The "lataks" or excess ingredients in English. :D We also tried to arrange them. Still nice. :)

Whew! What a day! :) We had a blast. I hope there will be more cooking sessions to come. :) For the procedure on cooking shortcut versions of lasagna and Caesar salad, I'll just post them in a separate entry. :)

Tabemashou! :)

On This Wednesday Morning

Faith, get your ass off the bed.
Negative.
Faith, you should exercise, you're not taking care of your body again.
Negative.

Negative...
Negative...
Negative. :-(

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Migraine!!!

Uh-oh. :(

And like this picture, I have the urge to squeeze my head using the C-Clamp.

This is bad.

Very bad, indeed.

I need to sleep this one out.

Luckily, I only have to work for 5.26 hours today to complete my work hours for this cut-off (I already rendered 74.74 hours out of 80 hours).

And another fortunate event, this weekend is a long one (Fri to Sun) because of Eid'l Fitr or end of Ramadan to be celebrated tomorrow, 10th of September.

Thank goodness for that.

Anyway, I will take a nap now to ease some of the pain.

Squeeze...

Squeeze...

Squeeze...

Coffee Jelly + Espresso Shot + Android Research = Panic Attack!

Yeah, panic mode.

' have a deadline this Thursday.

I think I'ma have a heart attack because of this combo. :-D

Ohwell, better start with this immediately! ;-)

Just keep researching...

Just keep researching...

Just keep researching...

Take One Step at a Time...

Focus.

I need a breather.

Been browsing, researching, reading, panicking since 8:30am.

Focus.

Break down the impossibilities down to into several possibilities.

Breathe.

Relax.

You can do it.

Breathe.

Aja!

In Memory of Our Dog Lyka...

She is a very loyal and jolly dog.

She passed away last Monday, August 23rd 2010 and suffered immature laboring and pneumonia... May she rest in peace wherever she may be.. St. Francis of Assisi, please take care of her and her unborn puppies...

You will surely be missed Lyka.. ;-(

' Love you..

And for you, Fatima.. ;-)

Aja! ;-)

My Suelas Collection ;-)

Actually, I only have two flats from Suelas ... for now. :)

And yes, they both are comfy and cute. :)

Here they are!

1. Red Manejo

2. Blue UAAP Laceless Sneaks (Ateneo, of course) :)

I hope to adopt more Suelas and add them up to my collection! ;-)