I want to make my skin glow like a baby’s.

Here’s what I know I have to do:

  • Drink lots of water.
  • Sleep early and sufficiently.
  • Exercise regularly.
  • Cut back on caffeine and processed food.

Here’s what I know I’m too lazy to do:

  • Drink lots of water. (I swear, I’m this close to constructing a device that will ferry water from the kitchen to my mouth. It’s not necessarily lazy. I call it “thinking like an engineer.”)
  • Adjust and regulate my sleeping time. (Something interesting always happens at night and at the wee hours of the morning!)
  • Exercise, for heaven’s sake (I always manage to come up with some excuse–no good running shoes, bad weather, bad neighbors…)
  • Cut back on caffeine and processed food. (The household rarely eats anything healthy and making a difference is just a tad bit too exhausting.)

I’m turning 22 in a few days. My skin’s turning 43. I’m only half its age, but we get along very well and we stick together no matter what.


My sister has an exposure trip today (She studies at an exclusive Catholic school. The exposure trips are intended to expose the students to what other people are going through, and also to hopefully spring them into action. For my sister, these trips are intended to piss her off and make her roll her eyes. Just kidding.). She can’t commute on her own yet so I brought her. When I got back, my mom said, “Thanks, Cotton!”

I beamed. I remember Cotton! He was such an important part of my childhood. During kindergarten, we had a pair of reading books. The main book was full of brief stories about a family, complete with photos. The other book had reading comprehension questions and exercises related to each story.

Cotton was their dog! Doesn’t it just make your day when out of the blue, your mom makes an allusion to your childhood experiences? And calls you a dog’s name?

Anyway, here’s a project I’m loving:


It’s a DIY jewelry organizer. You just get an old frame, some chicken wire or galvanized wire mesh, staples, and a staple gun. See the instructions here.

It’s perfect for the 20+ pairs of earrings that I used to love but now look kind of retarded to me.

My sister has a…

It’s been raining and cold as a witch’s teat (I’ve never touched a witch’s teat, but it’s said to be a cold place) so I’ve been having the urge to cocoon in front of the TV while sipping some coffee or hot chocolate. I love doing that so much it’s what I would answer if you asked me what type of personality I had. I’d say the cocooning-in-front-of-the-TV-while-sipping-some-coffee-or-hot-chocolate type. If I could choose the position to die in, I’d choose this position. It says so much about who I am and how I see myself in the future–a housewife. But it may be important to consider that I’m not yet married and am not involved in anything with the remotest semblance of a romantic union.

So I arrived at the painful conclusion that maybe it’s high time I looked for a job for real. I played around at Jobstreet.com a few days ago and got a couple of screening invites that I was too unprepared (or lazy–depending on who I’m talking to–my parents or everyone else) to show up for. Maybe it’s about time I took this jobhunting thing seriously. It can get pretty annoying sleeping for hours on end especially when you haven’t been getting paid for it for almost a month now.

Meanwhile, here’s a photo I took during one of my recent bus rides. It’s the back of the head of the grandpa sitting in front of me. He liked to recline at strangers’ faces.

Random bus photo

Hang out gang out

I want this…


as my version of this…


Then we’ll be drinking water and juice and other non-alcoholic drinks instead and be all wholesome and kid-friendly.

Apartment Therapy


I think this is an interesting design but sadly, I don’t see a lot of units here that can accommodate it. I would love to combine that with this:


They look so neat! I adore the frames in the second photo. I’m not a fan of carpets and plants, though. Anyway, here’s a good idea for a baby’s room that, I think, would look good with the first two:


*All photos lifted from http://www.apartmenttherapy.com.



I’ve been unemployed for a bit over a cutoff period now, and I can proudly (or shamefully–depends on who I’m talking to–my parents or everyone else) say that I have not yet become claustrophobic from staying in only 40% of our home’s habitable area 98% of the time (being lazy and semi-broke), and so far I haven’t developed any sort of illness from oversleeping and overeating (see daily schedule somewhere below this paragraph). I said there would be a schedule somewhere below this paragraph so here it is:

9 AM – Wake up. 11 AM – Get up, eat, watch TV, shower. 3 PM – Sleep. 5 PM – Eat, watch TV, eat, eat. 11 PM – Sleep.

I watched a lot of Dexter growing up–and I mean A LOT. For some reason, aside from the names Dexter and Dee Dee, the only thing I remember about it now is “Omelette du fromage.” I used to worry about it, but now I find comfort in stumbling across numerous Dexter-omelette-related things posted by other people.

Do companies still post vacancies in the classifieds? I’m reading Pygmy by Chuck Palahniuk, I really miss Lady GaGa, and I watched a two-hour feature on the History Channel about Harry Houdini this afternoon.

Notes to self

1. Drink more water. 2. Take more photos 3. Find a job and do well no matter how much it sucks 4. Be kinder, more understanding, more loving. 5. Explore more. Think about things not usually thought about. 6. Walk more. 7. Smile more. 8. Have more discipline when handling money. 9. Repeat goals to self everyday. 10. Recognize opportunity. 11. Pounce on them.