Agh!

I don’t know what I’m about to ramble about, well I do know, but I don’t feel like writing a ‘witty’ post right now as all I want to do is wake up from this freaky dream. Oh how I hope it’s a dream.

InterNOT

Due to the quake in Taiwan on Wednesday, it’s been a hellish effort just to get online. I haven’t been able to check my mails and if this post got published successfully, then I’m really lucky.

I saw my previous martini post, and I guess the internet connection is back on.

Wow.  No internet for three days.  That’s a record!  Heeheeee!!

Hm…

You Are an Orange Martini

Everyone’s favorite drunk, you’re fun, flirty, and charming. Unfortunately, you often spark jealousy – and unintentionally start bar fights. You should never: Drink and dial. You’ll just end up with multiple booty calls at your door! Your ideal party: Is huge and lively. You love to work a crowd. Your drinking soulmates: those with a Blueberry Martini personality Your drinking rivals: those with a Dirty Martini personality

What Flavor Martini Are You?

Touched…

I’m in an inter-religion relationship, and I’ve just experienced my first Christmas in it. Never thought that decorating a tree could be such an eye-opening experience…

Thank you sweetie. Thank you for helping me decorate my tree. I know I probably say it too much, but I’m going to say it again. I thank God every minute of my life for sending you to me. I love you with all my heart.

And there I go, all welled-up again. This time I know it’s not my PMS.

I’m touched. In all the right spots.

picture credits – gettyimages

Ho Ho Ho!

I finally succumbed to the merriment of the season and slowly getting out of the depression blackhole. Look what I found when I reached the surface…

 

Thank you Gettyimages for the lovely Santa 🙂

Hating The Holidays

Disclaimer:  This is meant to be a negative post.

Hi, I’m Miund and I’m a Hopeless Romantic

I’ve read my blogbuddy’s story last night, and I cried.

I used to not like it when people refer to me as a ‘hopeless romantic’. I used to want to be recognized as the ‘love cynic’. The person who thinks that being lovey dovey is crap.

Now that I think back, I wonder why I was so freaking stupid.

My Addiction Nowadays

I got addicted to many silly things. The Onion, smoking when blogging, etc. But there’s a new addiction that keeps me restless every Thursday night. The sensation is similar to those I had when I was in sixth grade that occured every Friday nights back then, not wanting to miss any episode of MacGyver. Not even a bit. Except this time around, it’s not the handy man with a mullet… it’s an action-packed race around the world, the Asian version…

The Amazing Race Asia.

Adelaide’s Lament

I post this lyric here in my ‘thoughts’ page because it corresponds to the Indonesian post I wrote here.  The most fabulous piece of lyric in Broadway musical history according to me.  Or shall I say this is an ode for single unmarried girls everywhere.  Hahahakahakhak!! Performed by Faith Prince, I present to you: the lyrics to Adelaide’s Lament!

Listen to THIS. Seriously.

I strangely relate to this story from The Onion Radio News… especially around Christmas and my birthday…

Just press the button, and turn the speaker volume up. You’ll know what I’m saying.

[odeo=http://odeo.com/audio/3186493/view]

Oh how I love The Onion!