Silent Conversations

...when she's tired of ranting out loud...

one-liner rant:

swallow your pride, and choke on it

posted by: wawayni at 12:11 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

yesteday i cooked kimchi chigae again. the first time i took on this korean cuisine was about three years back when i was hoping to learn as much as i can to prepare myself for the future (vague heheh). it could've been so beautiful if i had grown a brain before ruining everything between us. oh right. back to the cooking adventure. anyway, well, the future is all mine now and i've become a korean food fanatic.

tada!! (proud amateur chef grinning)

looks bloody mouth-watering delicious, aint it? you can enjoy this great kimchi-inspired soup for only 180 (or so) pesos. if you have enough budget to splurge on food, try eating it with samgyupsal and a nice glass (or pitcher because kimchi chigae can be very spicy) of coke. yum, yum... hehehe. how's that for advertising?!

anyway, if this post somehow inspired you to try other korean specialties (we are still on food).. just click on the "How to cook" link below.enjoy! i'm sure i will.  aja!

posted by: wawayni at 19:02 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

tsk...tsk..

i woke up pretty irritated today because of my unexpected dream about.... well a guy who is not supposed to be harboring near my subconscious mind yet. but there he was. looking very calm and ugh, i hate to admit it but he's very charming even in my altered state of reality.

in my dream, we were almost more than friends. he was trying to help me find my way because (as always) i got lost. all of a sudden, the ground shook and trembled. stupid mixed up. my sister informed me just a while ago that there indeed was a recorded 4. (something) earthquake this morning. funny how a part of our brain could continue working on the same dream plot  even after a short slip to the real world and infuse that additional piece of information to make the story extra dramatic or horrifying..  well, my guy remained exceptionally heroic in my dream.

what can i say. good dream. bad sign. here's to another night sistah!

posted by: wawayni at 23:06 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

mood song of the day! rock on!

Who knows

by Avril Lavigne

Yeah Yeah Yeah-ya Yeah-ya
Why do you look so familiar
I could swear that I
Have seen your face before
I think I like that you seem sincere
I think I'd like to get
To know you a little bit more

I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

How do you always have an opinion
And how do you always find
The best way to compromise
We don't need to have a reason
We don't need anything
We're just wasting time

I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

Find yourself
'Cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Who are you?
Find yourself
'Cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Who are you?

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day

So you go make it happen
Do your best
Just keep on laughing
I'm telling you
There's always a brand new day

Who knows what could happen
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

 by natalie dee

posted by: wawayni at 18:13 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

and so my home- alone week ends today.

i learned/accepted/observed/whatever... that

1.) i am more of a homebody type.

2.) i'd rather eat o-bento or just-add-water food than cook a sumptuous meal for myself.

3.) music is my number one companion.

4.) internet is my second hehe.

5.) help is accessible if you're smart enough to ask for it.

is this experience some sort of a prelude to my future situation. of course there is yet another exciting story behind this statement, but lets just stick to this particular experience of mine for the mean time. i thank the people who have given their time and assistance during my rescue-me and bummed out moments. i am not ashamed to say that i am proud of myself for surviving this week without any glitch.i guess i am ready for the future (lets keep our fingers crossed) hehe.

posted by: wawayni at 01:34 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

hmm i have to write 8 things about me says the i-tagged-u instruction from my friend rhea. so here it goes...

1.) i am a frustrated song writer/singer/artist. which explains a handful of my weird aesthetic activities.

2.) i talk to myself a lot. had this habit since i was a kid. i thought the world was too busy and complicated to listen to a little creature like me, much less understand me. now, i am part of that complicated world, maybe somewhere someone is talking to himself/herself.

3.) i love eating "dirty" street foods. my eating habit is always putting my immune system at risk. i better shape up.

4.) i hate noisy people. dont ask me why. but i could feel my ears ache (literally) after being exposed for some time to noisy earthlings.

5.) i cant swim. i know how to float and float some more and maybe shift my position but in a floating position nonetheless.

6.) i am a dan brown fan. and no. none of his writings caused me to question my faith, actually they strengthened it. because i made a choice and im stickin to it.

7.) i have a huge, map-like birthmark on the upper part of my left leg. not too sexy there hehehe.

8.) i have a poor sense of direction. i should learn to pay more attention to where i am going or being taken to. i think too much thats the problem. hehe.  

there you go. my share of the top 8 things that probably make me unique all the more. (good thing you're not me, huh?) hahaha. i tag... whoever cares to write things about themselves.

posted by: wawayni at 16:53 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (3) ]

too friendly.. yikes

its my second day alone at home. let me explain that i am not in my hometown but miles away from it. yesterday my sister and her family went to italy for a 1-week long conference in florence. unfortunately, i have no choice but to be left behind and look after myself. nothing new about that experience actually but i wish (okay i take what i said back te let) someone else is with me... now. *sigh*

i thought i could handle it. but being in a foreign country without anyone really to hang out with me, is hard. especially today. so lets start with my morning.  i woke up pretty disoriented. the noise that have always plundered my sleepy head to consciousness was absent, but instead a quiet abode greeted me with no intention to cheer. i slid out of my bed and started focusing on the missing details of my home-alone experience. "oh, right..." followed after a few minutes of collecting.

few hours later....

i was taking munchfuls of rice with our 2-day old adobo and in between swallows took sips of my comfort drink -  my sister's vienesse coffee. yup, that'll do for breakfast/lunch.  then i headed to the shower to prepare for the church service. okay, so far so good.

i have to get to the point of my story so, fast forward to what my dad used to call the eating "fellowship" of the program. hehe.

i took my modest share of the food and as usual checked out the pictures  glued impatiently in the bulletin board while the rest of the people buzzed around locating their respective cliques. i was in the middle of enjoying my lone moment when a guy approached me and started throwing unsolicited information about himself. at first i thought, hmm... interesting, very friendly for a first meeting, i think i could go along.

minutes later...

"here's my number. perhaps you can call me tonight.." my mind flashed "NO" in bold red and black colors. i said, I'm sorry but I can't because i am going out tonight with a friend.. (what's the connection? its a euphemism darling please take a hint). and then, without further considering what i just said he quipped "call me tomorrow then." and this was followed by " if you have the time can i meet you?" and... "where do you live?"... etc.. too much to process, my mind went blank.

more agonizing minutes later...

"what do you do in your free time?" I said, "I visit places with my sister, I am a tourist remember?" ah, by this time courtesy was dwindling to a pathetic 40%. i really really really really wanted to get out of the conversation that he so eagerly dominated. some people came by and gave their heartful greetings and when they did white flags twinkled in my eyes and my lips mouthed H-E-L-P. but my good 'ole acquintance radiated extraordinary comfort that tell them we are having a great time talking, so they let us be.

a girl named michelle came to my rescue (if i can call it that). she was the only one who recognized my discomfort while talking to mr. meet-me. i introduced her as my friend (new) when i hadn't learned about her name then (evil me) but my gratitude overfloweth and believe me, she's earned my trust.

in retrospect, i could simply laugh at this experience. truly, it was just a simple encounter with a  person so desperate to meet new people but my intuition or whatever it was told me otherwise. i've been in this kind of situation before, back when "i was young and full of hope." just take my word for it, been there, done that, fell in love, broke my heart (by choice), still pickin' up the damned pieces. im such a miserable tragic romantic  

 

posted by: wawayni at 00:38 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

japan...land of

blue-colored flowers    ...and green kitkat

          

 

 

 

 

 

posted by: wawayni at 14:08 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

talk?

"we'll talk again when i come back, without my mom.."

with that, you got up and left. those words are still haunting me up to now so i thought, heck, might as well write about it. so now the question is whether i am still holding you to that decision of yours or not. let me put it this way, at the time you told me this, i was in a marvelous state of embrassment, guilt, fear and martyrdom. so, your simply phrased words archived themselves immediately into the shelves of my memory with ease and each day they come out in the distorted forms of useless rantings, self-indignation, hopeful waitings, wishful thinkings and scary sketches. i am not sure why i let them permeat my thoughts so bad.

theory 1: maybe i am trying to hold on. that somehow you will indeed keep your word and contact me someday to have that long awaited talk about our possible future together or impossible reconciliation. either way, you will be there and i will be amazed.

theory 2: maybe time has its way of ripping the essence of what you said that i have to remind myself each day of the power of those words you left me to ponder and (most of the time) agonize about. like a way of refreshing your memory of some ancient wisdom or forgotten truth.

theory 3: maybe its all in my head. everything. from the degree of importance i've attributed to them to the unspoken necessity of their participation in our conversation. my mind decoded what it wanted to know. i dont like this, really.

so, tell me. are we really going to talk?  if not, how will you tell me? i can only think of one theory for this.

theory 1: you wont tell me. and if i could just stop being such an immature hopeless romantic for one sec., and listen to experience, i might know the answer.

that sounded more like a fact  than a supposition. care to talk me out of this?

posted by: wawayni at 00:33 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

if you think i'm weird...

You Are 60% Weird

You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

posted by: wawayni at 14:21 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

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