10.3.08

turkey bopis (my very own recipe)






actually it was ghrei that cooked it. i just made her promise that she'll refer to it as the "turkey" bopis so i can eat it (i'm so not picky when it comes to food, but i'd rather down the (delicious) fresh oyster with lemon than pig innards anyday!). For some reason, though, whatever Ghrei cooks, i eat. no matter what it is, as long as i remain ignorant. hence, turkey bopis. eheheh. it was very good! (i also asked her to put extra pepper in it. i just love hot and spicy food! i've also recently acquired the habit of munching on actual hot peppers as appetizers. yummy!)

a fever, wine and coffee, and mimosa bouquets

sunday. at ghrei's place.


splittin' headache. my girl k-drama. still at work. ads for grace. event posters for TQ.


coffee. cheese. cake batter. mimosas and sunflower. all i really want to do is sleep. another cup of cappucino.


it's still love by shin seung hoon. an hour in the tub (and some minutes of sleep, lavender bath salt. still the headache.



not really makin' any sense right now. oh, well.
if you want to see more of the most recent pics this weekend, just click HERE.

6.3.08

Bipasha

I stared at them
two fluttering butterflies

i wondered if i caught one,
can i wish on it?

Call it Bipasha
my deep dark desire

and watch it simply
flutter

away.

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TAR

He left,
and all she could
do was smile
wave a hand
and then weep
before the
confused audience.

She flew
right into that trap,
they all threw
cruel glances and
stones
at her face.

he laughed.

He left,
and all she could
do was smile.

No pain is more unbearable
than silence.

and he broke it

diving headfirst
freefalling
returning once more
to the ground.



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5.3.08

my own kdrama in the making ehehehhe

breathe.






okay. three steps to get really P-I-S-S-E-D off real early in the morning.

1. check on your blog and end up playing the Space Invaders widget in the sidebar.
2. waste precious minutes (and space-invader-combatting lives) fiddling with the mouse before finally realizing that the damn thing has nothing to do with the controls.
3. lose.

what comes next...

desperation.