tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67293172011-12-28T09:10:44.368+08:00aimee raenoreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-71705976033800581802011-06-11T13:33:00.000+08:002011-06-11T13:33:04.433+08:00

One day I woke up and just said, "I want to go to the beach." Lucky for me, the hubs was in an acquiescent mood and encouraged me to look up places we can go to. So I did. And found this. Acuatico Beach Resort A month later, we were relaxing and enjoying the sun with this as our daily view. Now, mind you, booking a stay here isn't all that easy. The resort is small and can only accommodate

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-45428961140082351012011-05-06T20:45:00.000+08:002011-05-06T20:45:12.530+08:00

I have an addictive personality. Well, no, not really. But I do have this tendency to get addicted real quick. It can be anything—a celebrity, TV show, a certain type of food, a gadget, anything really. This is why I’ve never went near drugs or smoked a cig or even hit the tables and slot machines when I was in Las Vegas. I knew then as I do now that there is a small possibility I’d get hooked.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-30672768111674988882011-04-15T19:02:00.000+08:002011-04-15T19:02:59.322+08:00

I did something for the first time, two weeks ago. For some reason, I woke up early that Saturday, and so was able to see an email about a Wacoal sale (everything at P100 each, proceeds to go to Japan quake victims). I dragged the husband to the sale, and was immediately disappointed at the selection. On the way home, the husband said, "Let's go to Tagaytay." And went there we did. No plans,

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-3858286788860980942010-09-01T20:50:00.000+08:002010-09-01T20:50:05.626+08:00

They say things happen for a reason. I have become increasingly envious of people who seem to have things going their way. You know those people too. Those who seem to lead perfect lives, with perfect families and perfect houses. They may even have the perfect dog. Or those who seem to be in tune with the universe, so much so that all the forces in the universe seem to conspire, enabling them to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-38642245445857348322010-08-18T10:33:00.000+08:002011-09-02T00:42:05.976+08:00

I do not know what you have heard but I am not a very sociable person. I hate public speaking. My hands get all clammy, my heart starts thumping like crazy, and my insides turn and twist into indecipherable knots at the thought of having to address an audience. It does not matter whether I am speaking behind a podium or to a polycom. Given the choice between picking up the phone and sending an

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-76339916514803105552010-08-04T22:51:00.000+08:002010-08-04T22:51:01.617+08:00

Barnes & Noble Puts Itself Up For Sale. That little piece of news was one of the many that greeted me this morning. It was not the most interesting nor the most disheartening, but it is certainly one that affected me most. Why? Because I love books. Leave me in a library or a bookstore and I will be fine. In fact, because my parents do not remember ever teaching me, I probably taught myself to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-26640768625445065252010-08-03T14:29:00.001+08:002010-08-03T14:30:15.519+08:00

I probably picked up my first copy at some random bookstore in an airport. When I travel alone, and I get to the airport early, I tend to gravitate to the bookstores. Not the clothing stores. Not even the ones touting electronics or trinkets for last-minute buys. Nope. Just the bookstores. I can spend hours in them if I want to. And it was probably while immersed in the heady scent of new books

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-10451342498916073242010-08-02T19:05:00.045+08:002011-09-02T00:34:29.198+08:00

We just had to drop by the Bohol Bee Farm, which came highly recommended. Since this was just a quick stop before we head off to the airport for our flight back to Manila, we decided to just have lunch at the farm. We started with bread and three types of spread: pesto, honey and mango (I think). And then came our meals. Before this, I never thought flowers were edible. But the

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-28351700800495409492010-08-02T07:27:00.205+08:002011-09-02T00:38:46.121+08:00

I was certain of one thing: I did not want your usual, run-of-the-mill packaged tour. So I did my research, and how. Philip was not the cheapest of the recommended tour guides I came across while researching for the trip. In fact, he was not on the list. But a friend of mine knows him, and vouched for him, and that carried much more weight than any of the recommendations on the boards I trawled.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-69155860036219898472010-08-01T16:25:00.002+08:002011-09-02T00:33:14.746+08:00

As with many things, I came across Eskaya while lurking in one of my many email groups. It was the perfect destination for our yearlong delayed honeymoon, I thought. [DISCLAIMER: We went to Eskaya in December 2007. The amenities, food and service may have changed since then.] Not having a bottomless pit for a budget, we booked a garden and not a sea-view villa. Unlike the latter, the garden

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-79892803672223132402010-08-01T15:17:00.000+08:002010-08-01T15:17:37.292+08:00

I am resurrecting this blog. For how long, I cannot say. Work, more work, and a nifty little social medium called Twitter all kept me from pausing long enough to compose a comprehensible version of the ramblings in my head. No, I still do not have a Facebook account. I do not think I ever will, despite the peer pressure. My husband, bless his soul, is perhaps one of the few people who believes I

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-61054336060898784412010-03-15T21:17:00.003+08:002010-03-15T21:21:36.450+08:00

As a fundraiser for Ballet Philippines, James Reyes came up with five different looks for the iconic doll, all of which will be auctioned off for the benefit of Ballet Philippines' scholars. He is one of 40 designers in the country that did so. Here's one of James': Black taffeta bubble cape with black ostrich feathers and matching satin pants. Don't you just love the drama, grandeur and

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-25139471964779860822010-03-04T18:47:00.005+08:002010-03-04T18:53:13.315+08:00

I got lost on the very first day of my very first trip to Shenzhen, while on the hunt for a 7-11 (or Watson's or a Circle K, or any convenience store for that matter). I don't remember whether I managed to find my way back or gave up and took a cab. But I did get back to my hotel, eventually. I don't remember how many times I've been to Shenzhen prior to this trip. I know it's been more than

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-81245135056797855942010-02-21T14:13:00.001+08:002010-02-21T14:14:45.771+08:00

My husband asked me to take this quiz. So I did. And here's the result: You are DeathDeath, who is also life; who is the sound of wings in the darkness; who is always there when you need her most. You are a very kindly person, and always try to be empathetic and understand others on their own terms. You are down-to-earth when you have to be, but your personality has a distinct perky jollity

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-87871996870914293392010-02-20T13:50:00.000+08:002010-02-20T13:50:47.330+08:00

My boss asked me what I wanted for a wedding gift. Without missing a beat, I said: An espresso machine! We were gifted with this: We were excited to try it out, and make a fresh, homemade cup of cafe mocha. We didn't have a proper jug to steam and froth the milk in, but that didn't stop us. We improvised. And I got burned. So we had to store our pretty espresso machine while we don't have a

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-36990558538700144912010-02-19T08:52:00.005+08:002010-02-19T08:59:10.428+08:00

I am not voting for Noynoy. I never was. I'm not voting for him now for the same reasons I did not vote for him then, when he was just running for senator. Take away his surname and his pedigree, and you're left with nothing really striking enough that would make you believe he is the country's next leader. That's what I think at least. Reading about the history, and the bitter and bloody

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-76025354412117654682010-02-18T09:21:00.002+08:002010-08-04T21:08:57.937+08:00

Would you like to have dinner with Neil Gaiman? I would. But I'd probably just stare at him all night and listen to him talk about anything—his dogs, cats, Amanda, stuff he's writing about, whatever. Scoring an entire set of signed Sandman volumes wouldn't hurt either. Yes, I have all 10. Some are signed. But not all. I wish Fully Booked's giving out Absolute Sandman volumes instead. I'd die to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-26350772638082109382010-02-15T21:58:00.004+08:002010-02-21T00:02:57.784+08:00

I first read about it last month, on Neil Gaiman's blog, while he was writing about cats, and Lush, and missing Amanda. To say that I was excited is an understatement. But then all he said, in passing, was this: (She's on a plane to France right now, for the Midem Conference, then on to Australia. We rendezvous in New Zealand, mid-March...then I'll go to the Philippines without her for two days

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-23171514640782673142010-02-12T07:57:00.003+08:002010-02-12T08:07:28.883+08:00

This morning, I woke up with Lady Gaga singing in my head. Bad Romance, to be exact. It played in my head all morning and I shrugged it off, thinking, well, blame the group performances on Hollywood Week.And then the cab I got on played Lady Gaga. Poker Face and Bad Romance.And then T told me Alexander McQueen is dead, of an apparent suicide.Then I got the chills. Maybe that was why Lady Gaga was

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-5453587555962675842010-01-12T09:15:00.001+08:002010-01-12T09:17:06.719+08:00

You know that Don Moen song, God is Good All The Time? Well, He is. Despite the state of our finances, the husband and I always manage to get by. We've never had a surplus of funds and yet we've been able to splurge on some really expensive getaways without swiping the plastic. And every single time we've come thisclose to missing payments, enough money magically comes our way.So yes, God really

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-77476054788971867392009-10-29T08:12:00.002+08:002009-10-29T08:16:12.301+08:00

One of the gems in my inbox tells me:Great writers don’t learn how to write by sitting in writing courses, reading writing blogs, or browsing Barnes & Noble for yet more books on writing.They learn how to write by coming to a blank page, writing something down, and then asking themselves if it works.The truth is that you’re in charge. You. The blank page is sitting there, and you can fill it up

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-75522474428368082009-07-24T08:44:00.001+08:002009-07-24T08:44:40.419+08:00

I can't wait!

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-81510403070605457122009-06-10T08:07:00.010+08:002010-08-04T21:05:45.174+08:00

Or two. Because I go crazy and I binge and I end up going home with these: I've actually already read Norwegian Wood. I love it so much I had to have my own copy. All these minimalist covers look really pretty too, and make me want to grab them all. Funny story. Bookstore guy quipped when I asked if the book is available: Oh, yes the graphic novel! Um, no, the children's book. Cry.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-17473464979762818392009-06-09T09:09:00.001+08:002009-06-09T09:11:09.216+08:00

During my first couple of years at the university, I wanted to become a political writer slash analyst. I had every intention then of graduating with two bachelor's degrees: Journalism and Political Science. Math 11 changed all that and now I'm stuck with just one degree.But I never lost the drive to read the news and stay updated. Sometimes, I just tune in to CNN and/or BBC to have the news on

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-12466547521662606392009-06-08T14:13:00.002+08:002009-06-08T14:14:48.062+08:00

The things you see when bored and stuck in rush hour traffic

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-52577174387976253622009-06-03T08:24:00.002+08:002009-06-03T08:29:19.149+08:00

I will write about our Batanes trip, I promise. Right now, I'm still in the process of adding captions to the hundreds of photos up here. And by in the process, I mean I intend to but I haven't really gotten around to doing it.Anyway, here's a little shout out to the Almighty, for all the blessings and the guidance, and for really making sure everything's gonna be alright. The process was long

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-28130504774928062642009-05-26T18:06:00.003+08:002009-05-26T18:08:55.270+08:00

Pretty yes? Now I regret not having such a photo during ours.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-31191593127428362312009-05-20T10:28:00.002+08:002009-05-20T10:32:25.148+08:00

From a recent report:Given the challenging export climate, suppliers are welcoming any form of aid, including the stimulus package enforced by the XXX government recently.But the one measure that has started to impact companies is the higher export tax refund. In addition to raising the rebate to XX percent, the government has made it faster for suppliers to get their money back. In the past, it

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-56445699031358908212009-05-19T09:50:00.002+08:002009-05-19T10:06:43.119+08:00

Does the government feel the need to tax imported books? We're not reading enough books — educational or otherwise — as it is. Make me wonder who DOF officials consulted before imposing the duties. I truly do not understand the intricacies of the decision, particularly this passage explained here:Based on these two laws, book importers could avail themselves of the duty-free privilege if, first,

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-65615148681319772652009-05-14T11:34:00.003+08:002009-05-14T11:54:04.073+08:00

We've finally made the trip to Batanes, and in the five days we spent there, we've managed to have lunch with the governor, become terribly annoyed at our tourmates of doctors, struck up a weird tourist acquaintanceship with opinionated British guy and fell absolutely, head over heels in love with the place. So much so that we've decided to go back next year.I still don't know how to encapsulate

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-159312711207427002009-05-14T08:02:00.006+08:002010-08-04T21:07:09.341+08:00

I receive Fully Booked's e-newsletters regularly because I like reading about new titles I can read. So guess what was in my inbox this morning? Anyone who's ever kept up with my literary passions (whatever's left of it) would know about literary gods (OK fine, idols). Gabriel Garcia Marquez tops the list and is actually the first who moved me enough to buy all of his books. I have ALL of his

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-21059150927410155972009-04-03T15:00:00.004+08:002009-04-03T15:39:48.889+08:00

My boss lent me a bunch of old movies after having found out how much I love Grace Kelly's last movie, To Catch a Thief. Do not ask me why, but I've decided to watch the films in chronological order starting from the oldest, which in this case was Frank Capra's It Happened One Night (1934).The next film I watched was also directed by Frank Capra and was based on the 1933 book of the same title.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-64271389263494768612009-04-01T13:54:00.006+08:002009-04-01T14:03:07.983+08:00

My brother has a new dog. Named Ri-Ri, she's half a chow chow and half a pug. And she's sooooo adorable.Last night, my brother called me up to ask whether I'd like to have a dachshund. No, I don't. Would I like to have a female beagle? Beagle yes, female no.So this morning I sent my brother a message. These are the dogs that I like, in order of preference. Male pups only,

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-62884025012759866702009-03-25T14:57:00.004+08:002009-03-25T15:10:26.516+08:00

Can somebody get me a nice steaming special asado siopao (the one with asado, chicken and salted egg) from Ma Mon Luk? Pretty please?Photo credit: Food Trippings.com

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-1060102681472396352009-03-18T17:32:00.003+08:002009-03-18T18:06:50.537+08:00

Helpful, accommodating, efficient and prompt are not the best words to describe our condo administrators. Allow me to illustrate.I called the admin office from work to inquire about getting an Internet connection. We don't have a fixed landline so I wasn't sure whether we need to have one prior or if we can skip that. I was asked to call four different people, none of whom were able to able to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-55775692549939510572009-03-17T15:38:00.000+08:002009-03-17T15:39:53.668+08:00

One of the downsides of holding my job for as long as I have is I get easily irritated by misused words and phrases.In one episode of How I Met Your Mother, Ted criticized Robin of her misuse of the adverb "literally." Robin injects the word in nearly every single sentence, even when she means "figuratively."My recent encounter with a call center agent was way worse than that. CCA said "at the

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-24622892672236984012009-03-16T19:31:00.004+08:002009-03-16T20:03:03.477+08:00

One of my good friends from way, way back (we met, or rather, our families did, when we were six) got married last Saturday. It was, by far, the best wedding I've been to. Everything from the invitations and floral arrangements to the color scheme and choice of entertainment was absolutely perfect. You know that (lots of) money was spent but oh, how tastefully it was spent. There was nothing over

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-39612642739290363732009-03-10T19:20:00.000+08:002009-03-10T19:21:38.210+08:00

If I only know how to do their job, I would.Do they ask why things are running this late? Of course not. They just pack up and leave, without saying a word, knowing full well the output expected from them and when.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-14907509366869286842009-03-05T13:57:00.010+08:002010-08-04T21:11:04.737+08:00

I've put off cleaning house for several weeks because I'm always tired after work. I've finally found the energy to start doing so and now I'm more tired than I ever was. The tradeoff is real nice, though: a sparkling-clean bathroom, fresh sheets, and a dust- and hair-free floor. Don't ask me why but the hubby and I shed hair like a couple of hairy dogs. --------- My birthday's coming up in a

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-54482129472161724142009-02-08T20:00:00.003+08:002009-02-08T20:35:15.860+08:00

I haven't been blogging a lot lately, and that's not for a lack of anything to write.When I was younger, back when the Internet was just something I watched about in Doogie Howser, writing was just a breeze. It was so easy to fill up pages and pages of my journal. I knew I can write my heart out and not worry about grammar and spelling. At the back of my head, there is the fear that someone might

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-52486774564338803322008-12-16T16:32:00.002+08:002008-12-16T16:36:52.176+08:00

If I Were A Boy (Remix) Beyonce featuring R. KellyIf I were a boyeven just for a dayI'd roll out of bed in the morningand throw on what I wanted and goDrink beer with the guysand chase after girlsI'd kick it with who I wantedand I'd never get confronted for it cause they stick up for meIf I were a boyI think I could understandHow it feels to love a girlI swear I'd be a better manI'd listen to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-52175534862855341122008-12-16T08:10:00.000+08:002008-12-16T08:11:01.250+08:00

People are creatures of habit. So when you know that for certain people, action A necessitates action B, and you don't want to feel the full effects of action B, then don't do action A. Especially when not doing action A is not an unreasonable task.Moreover, the best way to prove that you are not this person, is to be the complete opposite. Spouting angry defenses to say that you are not this

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-20126346103662679622008-12-04T09:45:00.002+08:002008-12-04T09:47:53.579+08:00

From Kat Z.1. Abi2. Kat (C not Z)3. Ems4. Sunch5. Secret :D6. Zane7. Volts8. No one.9. Bry10. Bry11. Abi12. Angel Jacob :D, seriously, Char13. Ice ('cause she is)14. Joel / Alan :D15. Bry :D16. Jas17. Kat, Char18. --19. Macy20. Sukhbir21. Char, haha22. Abi23. Bry, haha24. Abi, Kat25. Me! I kid. :D26. Bry27. All of them.28. Ems, Tanya29. Bry30. Curious? E-mail me. But only if you're willing to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-55957954408469710062008-11-12T08:41:00.001+08:002008-11-12T08:42:33.186+08:00

Or so the song goes.But words are so powerful. Sometimes, we let some of them go without thinking about the effect they will have on the person at the receiving end.Sometimes, the people at the receiving end read too much between and beyond what was actually said.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-34261209919914793392008-11-10T15:41:00.003+08:002008-11-10T15:45:10.043+08:00

A taxi driver thought he got some luck after his passenger "agreed" to pay a pre-arranged fare amounting to P700 for a trip from the airport to Quezon City - until he realized who his passenger was.Radio dzBB reported that the cab driver - whose identity was withheld - instead lost his license and had his taxi unit impounded after the man whom he contracted for the exorbitant fare was Land

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-38983972742433913972008-11-10T11:48:00.002+08:002008-11-10T11:51:17.377+08:00

I like clothes, obvious ba?Anyhoo, what this means is I take every opportunity I can to have a new frock (made or bought, doesn't really matter). Regular shopping excursions don't count because then, the dress will seem too frivolous. But shopping for an occasion – ayayayayai!So I make it a point to have a new dress whenever I attend weddings or what-nots. For the last wedding I went to, I tried

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-31690220271989423212008-11-04T17:57:00.006+08:002008-11-04T18:02:38.672+08:00

Would you believe that these are all laptop bags? Yes, they're pretty and sturdy enough to hold your precious Mac or PC. I've been holding out on buying a laptop bag for the longest time, solely because I don't own the one I'm using. These pretty babies might just change my mind.All bags from J'tote.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-68456462221201900212008-10-31T11:26:00.001+08:002008-10-31T11:30:54.677+08:00

Nothing seems to be making much sense to me. Workwise. I've been staring at my screen for the past three hours, intermittently checking my various e-mails, responding to those I feel like replying to, blogsurfing, oh and yes, trying to work.So, perhaps to mirror my muddled brain, this will be in no way a cohesive, maybe even sensible post.What the hey, who reads this anyway?So I've managed to get

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-41496320393188476222008-10-20T08:55:00.002+08:002008-10-20T08:59:29.877+08:00

I saw Angel Jacob at Angel's Kitchen (how apropos; not her kitchen, though) Saturday night.She is so pretty.She was sitting right across from where I was, and it took all of my willpower to stop myself from just staring at her.You know how some pretty people are gorgeous on TV or in pictures but just so-so when you meet them in person? She is just even more beautiful in real life.OK, back to

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-28596165429835212092008-10-15T08:50:00.001+08:002008-10-15T08:50:42.665+08:00

A guy once sang to me in front of an audience. Granted that this was in fifth or sixth grade and the audience was our class, but I still remember how utterly flattered (and self-conscious) I felt.A guy once wrote poetry for me. He broke my heart twice. I should have known better after the first time, but young people are stubborn that way. He gave me flimsy excuses on both instances.A guy once

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-42194336677615906022008-10-02T09:36:00.003+08:002010-08-04T21:15:31.331+08:00

Earlier, I mentioned that I was vacillating between preordering The Graveyard Book or not. I'm glad I couldn't decide and just let the issue rest. On the 30th, I decided to pass by Bibliarch on the off-chance that it already carries Gaiman's latest. I know that Fully Booked stocks up on Gaiman releases far earlier than Powerbooks, but Bibliarch is its little sister and I just wasn't sure if

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-64880498459185858742008-09-29T13:59:00.004+08:002008-09-29T14:08:10.472+08:00

Comic Book Tattoo Tales Inspired by Tori AmosThe Dangerous AlphabetLest anyone forgets, The Graveyard Book goes on sale tomorrow.I need another literati fix.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-74248976836766496782008-09-24T14:50:00.001+08:002008-09-24T14:53:08.981+08:00

I was fiddling with my new toy last night while watching the evening news and waiting for the hubby to arrive from work.This was what I came up with.

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-87222409732348314612008-09-11T09:42:00.000+08:002008-09-11T09:43:01.597+08:00

With friends like the ones I have, who the fuck needs enemies?!?

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-45004251601423294542008-09-08T11:07:00.002+08:002008-09-08T11:12:21.484+08:00

Guess what my iPod's playing?

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-6540913459142856072008-09-05T09:39:00.001+08:002008-09-05T09:41:17.881+08:00

The thing about growing up in a certain environment and learning to adapt in situations resulting from such conditions is that it is so hard to disassociate oneself from ingrained habits, particularly when thrust into a whole new atmosphere.The other thing about this is that you tend to become misunderstood and you feel even more alienated. Explaining is too cumbersome and doesn't seem to be a

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-25428315507493455492008-09-01T18:16:00.008+08:002008-09-01T18:27:26.774+08:00

The –ber months signal the start of the Christmas season, at least in this part of the world. Thankfully, I have not heard sappy Christmas-themed songs or carols all day. Then again, the day hasn't ended, I did not tune in to my daily morning TV fix and I did not listen to radio at work.No, I am not a grinch. I just do not like most of the Christmas songs being played on the radio.Anyhoo, I've

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-53144798921965715272008-08-30T15:08:00.007+08:002010-08-04T21:16:24.736+08:00

Nothing like a bad day to make me conjure up words in a flash. There was a time in my life when a bad day would drive me to write poetry or a long rant. Not today. Now, I am just going to write. I hied off to the office hoping that I can work on a report that needs to be signed off on Monday. I was supposed to receive feedback — on what needs to be clarified, deleted or written, or if

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-35851205844672498412008-08-20T18:51:00.005+08:002008-08-20T18:56:44.582+08:00

All from the Louis Vuitton Winter 2008 collectionIn other news:Sing for me again, will you?

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-56582140948464755632008-07-02T11:10:00.001+08:002008-07-02T11:11:17.059+08:00

The cover story for the issue we're working on is about sports socks. Yesterday, when I signed off on the cover study, I did so with no enthusiasm whatsoever and had to quip, "It's OK, but I'm not jumping up and down over it."The same is still true today. Much as I tried to finish the story yesterday, I just couldn't bring myself to be immersed enough in the report to complete the article. And I

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-79688292324651140382008-06-26T09:00:00.004+08:002008-12-11T06:47:38.222+08:00

Serb and world No. 3 Novak Djokovic was likely to play against Swiss and world No. 1 Roger Federer in the semis, but Russian and world No. 75 Marat Safin defied expectations with a 4-6 6-7 2-6 surprise win.I admit I only started watching tennis when Aussie Patrick Rafter broke into the scene. But I was hooked instantly.In addition to Rafter, Safin (and, OK, Ivanisevic — I mean who could forget

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-27769071948717859982008-06-24T08:56:00.002+08:002008-06-24T08:58:07.728+08:00

How do cab drivers keep themselves entertained and awake while trolling the streets for passengers or during a long trip with riders such as myself, who, unless absolutely necessary, will not make small talk?I went grocery shopping yesterday after work and as I was in no mood to take the train home while lugging four heavy bags (OK one heavy bag and three OK ones), I took a cab. A really smelly

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-91275275810431275982008-06-23T11:10:00.001+08:002008-06-23T11:10:42.881+08:00

In six days, we will have been living in our new place for four months. In the first few weeks, I thought time went by so fast. But now that we've settled into our routine, it doesn't feel like everything's going by in a blur. I actually am surprised that we haven't even reached the half-year mark yet. To me, it feels as if we've been living here for quite some time now.I do miss having 24/7

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-57525735803754667542008-04-03T09:31:00.003+08:002008-06-24T08:58:39.692+08:00

I used to take the MRT almost every day during the latter part of my college days. It was an efficient way for me to get from the south to the university. My travel time was cut only by half an hour, and I had to change transport modes four times, but that was preferable to having sit side-by-side with creepy crawlies that roamed freely on the buses for at least two hours.Once I started working,

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-75290955427350351582008-03-11T09:01:00.004+08:002008-12-11T06:47:38.778+08:00

Especially when you're setting up house in a place you don't own and moved into after another has lived in it.Let me enumerate.Although we lived with Bry's mom for just a little over a year, we've managed to accumulate a lot of stuff that we need to take to our new home. We had to get them into several boxes and I'm telling you, those cardboard containers are expensive. We had 20 boxes and those

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-10705614426088675242008-02-07T16:41:00.001+08:002008-02-07T16:41:40.592+08:00

I've been married for almost 14 months and yet I have never found the time to have my name and civil status updated and my ID card replaced at the SSS office.I finally found the time this morning, having finally crossed off all of the items on my things to do list yesterday and work being relatively light today. I was pleasantly surprised to see there aren't that many people at the office yet,

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-6719948964934029182008-02-02T11:49:00.000+08:002008-02-02T11:50:17.997+08:00

If all goes well, Bry and I will be living on our own in just 27 days. Although we agreed to start looking for a place to rent at the start of January, I never thought we'd actually find one so soon. I thought it'll take three, maybe four months. Bry was thinking six months.See, we don't really have a big budget but we want to move closer to where we work. That alone is a challenge. It was so

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-45074511845657643982008-01-14T10:50:00.000+08:002008-01-14T10:51:00.087+08:00

I'm supposed to be finishing a story but I can't get this thought out of my head.Why do some people choose to have drama in their lives?I was like that too, when I was younger. But I grew up, and realized there is no point going into something you know would only bring grief, however which way you look at it.So why can't other people grow up and realize that too?I have a good friend who's just

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-22135925082411779322008-01-12T09:37:00.000+08:002008-12-11T06:47:42.897+08:00

Intermittent blogger that I am, I've managed to accumulate a bunch of would-be posts that never got written. So, I'll just give a rundown of things that happened in the months leading to the end of 2007. And I'll list them in reverse chronological order, because, well, I want to.1. We spent New Year's Eve watching the fireworks display in Makati. We ditched the party, though, because it was

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-84423511927449961802007-11-03T12:28:00.000+08:002007-11-03T13:48:55.957+08:00

After two years of not seeing the beach, we're finally getting our butts out of the city and into the central Visayas region for some much needed R&R. Get a glimpse of where we're going:I've finally been able to cut down my shortlisted 23 must-see places to 13. I was actually able to trim it down to 18 and Bry helped whittle it further to 13. These are where we plan to go on day one—yep crazy me

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-82094170823213378242007-10-29T10:19:00.000+08:002008-12-11T06:47:43.262+08:00

A while back, Zane posted results of various Blogthings surveys. For lack of anything better to do, I answered everything as well, and guess what Zane said?wooh! images of twiggy ba 'to? =D at sinagutan mo nga rin lahat, he he he :DSo, just to share, this was one of my results:You are a 1960s DivaBold dresses, funky boots, bright patterns. You have an eye for fashion - and make trends timeless!

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-6896309640045609562007-09-30T18:42:00.000+08:002007-09-30T19:07:37.486+08:00

I had my hair cut a couple of months back, to everyone's surprise. My hair was starting to get long-ish again and I'm not ready to go back to my so-long-puedeng-pang-commercial hair days.Plus, you know, women usually hie off to the salon when things get really way out of hand.Was finally able to show overseas pal E my two-month-old 'do and she said it looks rock star glam. Teehee.Hey E, recognize

aimee raenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6729317.post-29568176302486334632007-09-30T18:16:00.000+08:002007-09-30T19:05:10.923+08:00

After being in hiatus for four and a half months, I've finally decided to try blogging yet again.Partie Deux, as the title of this post goes, is actually misleading, seeing as I've been in and out of hiatus for several times over the past three years that this blog—and a couple of others on the side—has been in existence.But four and a half months ago was the first time I actually considered

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