Sunday, October 23, 2011

Me vs.Tummy talks

I've been sorting some of my albums when I discovered some great gastronomic stills. It took me out of my senses and produced an inevitable wild chaos within my ten-chambered tummy. It was so violent that it suddenly made me fight the urge to dial McDonalds knowing that it would be too foolish since I'm between the great valley of Green and Gold. *yeah!

So to share that Tummy talk with you and to let our tummies have munchy intercourse and foodgasms with each other, I'm sharing them here. They are so far my best foodie finds in my 19 years of existence.

Warning: The following pictures are not for the HUNGRY. It may cause stomach turbulence due to an alien trapped within your systems. It might steal your food so watch out. Otherwise, consult your ob-gyne. You might be pregnant. har-har.

The Best Feasts




I will never trade my Mama's New Year feast! Look at how the lechon Kawali invites you to a midnight foodgasm. Fancy and erotic. 

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Dampa offers the best variety of seafood treats in the Metro. I'm always glad to be back! :)




One of the few great things I look back at home. The Barrio feast! I think grilled liempo has been the family's staple food since the old days. Not included in this list are Gilligan's family combos. I just can't get enough of it! :)

The Best Pizzas and Pastas
Special Pizza
Italian Sausage Parmigiana
I'll never forget my experience at A Venetto Napoli Pizzeria Ristorante at Timog Avenue. The servings are HUGE and pretty affordable!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Me vs. The Disappearing Man

The book that killed me...

...NOT!

I'm reading again, and 2 nights ago I literally stumbled upon this book along my cousin's amazing clutter. *peace sign for Ivy :)
It is a piece made from heaven, a savior of my month long queries on love and self. I find this book easy-to-read and absorbing at the same time. It made me feel that we ladies are God's ultimate masterpieces although God is not directly mentioned in this long witty narrative. And how we, the freshest and most beautiful apples hiding behind the leaves of the tree of Venus, should not waste our time on undeserving cowardly men who'll never find us anyway because they're busy looking down and finding the rotten apples along the dirt and mud and screwing them afterwards. *peace sign for those few legendary good men :) 
I appreciate the fact that it relates realities of that not-so-complex world. Men are not supposed to be confusing, but they would like us to think they are. They are giving their signs of disinterest, but we're just too kind and understanding to ignore them. 
It slapped me back to reality. While I was reading it, I saw images of myself hopelessly looking at my cellphone for minutes, checking my phone for his texts, updating my facebook just to check if he's online and more. Then I thought during the paramount of my enlightenment that all of these have to end. Otherwise, I might find myself still doing the same that I'd fail to see myself delusional. I have to break the habit before it gets worst.
The best part of the book is how it tackled different actions of men and how these should be taken into consideration. Here are some helpful quotes that made me go loco:
Wasting time with the wrong person is just time wasted.  
When a guy is into you, he lets you know it. He calls, he shows up. 
Men are not complicated, although we’d like you to think we are.
Don’t waste the pretty. 
There is no such thing as "He Doesn’t Want to Ruin the Friendship” excuse 
I should be guilty for making this excuse for him a lot of times. Gone were the days of brotherhood. :(
There is no such thing as "He wants to Take it slow" excuse
If a guy truly likes you, but for personal reasons he needs to take things slow, he will let you know that immediately. He won’t  keep you guessing, because he’ll want to make sure you don’t go frustrated and go away. :(
He's just not that into you if he's not calling you. Men know how to use the phone.
Ouch. :(
The but "He's got a lot on his mind" excuse

A lot. Maybe a Lot. But at least he could have told me! Or perhaps I'm being immature to think that way.. Alright, I'm being too kind again. :(
The “He just says things he doesn’t mean” Excuse.
 When he tells you he'll call tomorrow or later that night but never did, toss the hopes away. Been there and it hurts. :(
The “But He’s Very Important ” excuse
Men are never too busy to get what they want.:(
And Finally,
He’s just not that into you if he disappeared on you.
My checklist,
Sometimes you have to get closure yourself
He might be lying in the hospital with amnesia, but more likely he's just no that  into you.
No answer is your answer
Don’t give him the chance to reject you again
Let his mother yell at him,. You’re too busy

There’s no mystery – he’s gone and he wasn’t good enough for you.
 This book stabbed a dagger straight into the abyss of my heart. But it obviously didn't kill me. As they always say, what does not kill you makes you stronger. I'll live and love more with that.
 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Me vs. Vanity


I'm not vain. In fact, I loathe the word vain. It reminds me of skinny models or plastic surgery-rich Korean finger-pointy girls. (Yeah! Right!) But from time to time, I think about it as an ideal self.

I should admit that I really have a low self-esteem. Who wouldn't given the "skinny-is-sexy" and "big boobs and J.Lo Butt" crazed society? I don't have those! I'm a man trapped in a woman's body! (Kidding :))

But good thing I got my own set of pretty girls who never fail to let me do the self-esteem reevaluation. They have better fashion sense than mine (I don't even think I have fashion sense! Crap!). So when boredom strikes, they do dolls - Human Dolls. And since I'm the poor "losyang" warrior, I ended up being dressed and quite forced (not really) to do the pose.






I can't stand the pumps! So I've posed barefooted. toe exposure fail :)))
Best shot? Hear or Shame? I really hate my hair. haha



These dresses aren't mine. They are my cousin's. Just so you know. :)





Me vs. Red Velvet

I am the queen of cram, and when I cram, this is a typical sight.

When my neurons lose up its electromagnetic energy, there's a sudden craving wave that keeps me drooling for some sweet dreams. I'm quite weight conscious and I always try my best to resist the temptation. But most of the time, I lose. I think those Red velvet ones are stronger than my cognitive prowess.

So posted above is an evidence of being a loser. I took this pic while cramming for my Econ exams at my usual food and study haven, Xocolat Katipunan. It was sinfully orgasmic. :)