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.
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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!!
|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
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
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 🙂
Disclaimer: This is meant to be a negative post.
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.
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…
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!