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10 May, 2008
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El mundo es un panuelo
Long time, huh?
23 April, 2008
Cookie Monster Soliloquy
- - - - Me know. Me have problem. Me love cookies. Me tend to get out of control when me see cookies. Me know it not natural to react so strongly to cookies, but me have weakness. Me know me do wrong. Me know it isn't normal. Me see disapproving looks. Me see stares. Me hurt inside. When me get back to apartment, after cookie binge, me can't stand looking in mirror—fur matted with chocolate-chip smears and infested with crumbs. Me try but me never able to wash all of them out. Me don't think me is monster. Me just furry blue person who love cookies too much. Me no ask for it. Me just born that way. Me was thinking and me just don't get it. Why is me a monster? No one else called monster on Sesame Street. Well, no one who isn't really monster. Two-Headed Monster have two heads, so he real monster. Herry Monster strong and look angry, so he probably real monster, too. But is me really monster? Me thinks me have serious problem. Me thinks me addicted. But since when it acceptable to call addict monster? It affliction. It disease. It burden. But does it make me monster? How can they be so callous? Me know there something wrong with me, but who in Sesame Street doesn't suffer from mental disease or psychological disorder? They don't call the vampire with math fetish monster, and me pretty sure he undead and drinks blood. No one calls Grover monster, despite frequent delusional episodes and obsessive-compulsive tendencies. And the obnoxious red Grover—oh, what his name?—Elmo! Yes, Elmo live all day in imaginary world and no one call him monster. No, they think he cute. And Big Bird! Don't get me started on Big Bird! He unnaturally gigantic talking canary! How is that not monster? Snuffleupagus not supposed to exist—woolly mammoths extinct. His very existence monstrous. Me least like monster. Me maybe have unhealthy obsession, but me no monster. No. Me wrong. Me too hard on self. Me no have unhealthy obsession. Me love cookies, but it no hurt anyone. Me just enthusiast. Everyone has something they like most, something they get excited about. Why not me? Me perfectly normal. Me like cookies. So what? Cookies delicious. Cookies do not make one monster. Everyone loves cookies. Me no monster. Me OK guy. Me OK guy who eat cookies. Who me kidding? Me know me never actually eat cookies. Me only crumble cookies in mouth, but me no swallow. Me can't swallow. Me no have no esophagus. Me no have no trachea. Me only have black fabric throat. Me not supposed to be able to even talk. Me no eat cookies. Me destroy cookies. Me crush cookies. Me mutilate cookies. Me make it so no one get cookies. Everyone right. Me really is cookie monster.COOKIE MONSTER
SEARCHES DEEP WITHIN
HIMSELF AND ASKS: IS ME
REALLY MONSTER?BY ANDY F. BRYAN
21 April, 2008
Summer 08 in BKK

10 April, 2008
I am Lucky
Donna, my friend and former officemate from KPMG Manila, was in town last week on a business trip. I couldn’t let pass the opportunity to see her… and ask her to bring my favorite Lucky Me pancit canton all the way from the Philippines.
I don’t know what ingredients they put in the seasoning but Lucky Me is just so damn tasty. I couldn’t compare it to any of the noodles that’s I’ve tried here in Bangkok, honestly. My favorite variant is the one with chili-mansi flavor. Chili plus kalamansi (musk lime) equals heavenly bliss. And kidney stones.
Thank you, baby Jesus and San Lorenzo Ruiz, for Lucky Me pancit canton.
03 April, 2008
The 10,000th
Who are you?
Who is this 10,000th visitor of my blog?
He or she has visited the site before, and guess how he or she arrives at my blog: through a google search result of a picture of Jasmine Trias. Visitor is truly a fan, but why must it be papara-pa-pam Jasmine Trias?
It's a photo I took while I chanced upon her in a mall show in SM Makati way back. Can you see the little otter hiding inside her hair?
10,000th visitor is from San Jose, California (or at least the ISP's server is located there), and he or she uses Firefox and runs Windows Vista on his or her PC. It's a big screen he or she is using too, like 1680 x 1050 big. His or her last visit was on Apr 2, 2008 at 6:18:35 pm.
You can't run. You can't hide. Reveal yourself! (Thunder! Flashes of lightning!)
And if you give me your postal address (through the Contact menu, not through Comment so that I'll receive it in my email) you might find a surprise in your mailbox one of these days.



