Where Dreams Are Made

Found this link on Neil Gaiman's journal. I cried a tear for the lone librarian. Imagine being the sole inhabitant of a municipality! Okay, so she doesn't really feel lonely. Still, I want to hug her. Maybe I just can't picture myself living a life like hers. On second thought, maybe I could--if I had a library all my own, there'd be hardly any time for loneliness as I'd be reading all the books in it! And I would never have to go hungry.

Words are yummy.

A paragraph for breakfast,
A sentence for lunch,
And a phrase for dinner.
Oh, and entire books for dessert.

That would make for a good diet.

Below is a picture of our new baby. He is called Galactus, the devourer of worlds in the Marvel Universe. He stands 16 inches and weighs quite a bit for a piece of plastic (I didn't really bother weighing him). The regal bearing is inborn, I'd say. And so is the penchant for PIK-NIK Ketchup Fries.


PIK-NIK tastes so much better than planets

Galactus came with the complete set of Marvel Legends Series 9; as in bits and pieces of him were packed in each ML figure in the series. Pretty brilliant marketing ploy, wouldn't you agree? Series 9 action figures include (from L-R) the mystical Dr. Strange (his cape came from an Indian flea market), War Machine with mask (he says he has a zit the size of Canada), cyborg Deathlok, a spiffy-looking Professor X (for a paraplegic--okay, that was bad, I'm sorry), X-Man Nightcrawler (no, that doesn't mean he's gay, it simply indicates he's a member of the X-Men), First Appearance Hulk (he's feeling a bit sad that's why he's gray), and walking-target Bullseye (right smack in middle of the forehead).

Did not celebrate V-day. I was never really fond of the day. I have never even celebrated an anniversary with a boyfriend. Of course, now that I'm married, it's different; I do acknowledge wedding anniversaries.

The stereotype of women is that they're big on commemorating events, legitimate holidays or not, as long as the day represents something "monumental". I guess I'm just not a fan of so-called days of ritual. I didn't even greet the hubby a Happy Valentine's. I didn't feel the urge to do so. It's like stating the obvious, you know: of course it was a happy day for him, he's with me! And vice versa. Duh.

Actually, most red-letter days don't hold much meaning for me. Count Christmas in. And Christmas isn't just a day, it's a season. Well, the whole friggin' season just leaves me cold and depressed. Even New Year's has become a dreaded holiday. I'm on my toes for any sign of a house on fire. So, if I'm paranoid the beginning of the new year, does that mean paranoia for the rest of the year? That would really suck.

Back to Heart's Day. Honestly, I wouldn't mind calling each day Valentine's if I receive comments like this. Mr. Anonymous is such a sweetheart. He felt sad for the post that didn't get any comments so he left one. (Apparently, all my friends were on this other journal site where my mirror blog is and they all posted there. ;p) Forgive the mushiness--I rarely do this--but his comment just had me fall in love with him a million times over. I married the right man. :) *swoons*

Okay, those were my three minutes of sappiness. I promise the next post will not be cloyingly saccharine.

I see this meme has sprouted a number of tentacles already, so I won't mention anymore where I got it from. Just check out the six degrees of separation. Honestly, I'm kinda nervous about what some people would say. Especially those who know me inside-out. Wehehe.

From 12am-2pm, I did nothing but sleep, wake up, sleep, wake up, sleep, wake up. So, that's three sets of sleeping and waking up.

I hit the sack at 12mn last night; early for my kind. I didn't really get much sleep the night before; I labored over this site revamp. However, by 3:30am, I was woken up by the hushed ambient sounds of my dear hubby who was preparing to go to work. Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I decided to read the 90th issue of Toyfare. I went back to bed around 4:30am.

The hubby was back by 7:30am with some taho I had specifically asked for. It's been a long time since I had taho! Yummy! Naturally, I had to eat/drink (incidentally, which verb do you use for taho?) it right away to savor the flavor while it was still hot. After the taho, I picked up where I left off on my reading, and, after only a short while, drowsiness kicked in. So I went back to bed--again--a bit past 8am.

I woke up six hours later. WTF just happened?! I haven't had that deep a sleep in ages! I thought I've only been asleep for a mere two hours. Geez. Another good day wasted. I so wanted to accomplish a lot of things today like...er...hmmm...I'm sure I did have a couple of things planned. Someone must've tinkered with my meomory while I was sleeping. Oh, kcuf. My lazy ass needs a spanking.

Baby?

*grins impishly*

My old template was sooo last year. It couldn't be any kitschier than tight fit jeans tucked into hi-cut sneakers. This new look, however, is not yet final as I am still in the process of tweaking the colors and fonts and inserting some silly stuff here and there. Bear with me while I struggle with my ultra-limited knowledge of HTML. I don't understand 99% of what's on my blog template. Really. I'm not exaggerating. Oh, what I'd do to learn how to code! And elegant streams of code, at that! Yes, when I dream, I dream the impossible.

Regardless, I still love my new template.

*contented sigh*

Okay, enough chitchat. Back to working on the site.

It's so much fun hanging out with friends!

After the three-hour badminton session yesterday, dandelionfluff, filmslob, bluellite, and hubby and I hung out at the house. We devoured two boxes of pizza with chicken wings on the side. Oh, and the Slob helped himself happily to broccoli with pork, not minding the overcooked state of the vegetable.

With stomachs so full that we could hardly budge from our seats, we had coffee and spicy sampaloc (not really a good combination) while the slob entertained us with piano tunes ranging from the obsolete to the contemporary and the never-heard to the ubiquitous. Sadly, he never got to finish any particular song. Five bars into a song, he would then stop and try a different tune. Nevertheless, we appreciated the accompaniment to an otherwise dry evening. In fact, his piano-playing even gave us something to talk about over coffee and indigestion.

When the Slob tired of his unfinished symphonies, he came to join us. From that point onwards, I have no memory of the topics the group pursued.

Shortly after, we watched Shaun of the Dead. It's my second time to watch the movie, but the punchlines still haven't lost their kick. It is incredibly funny! Even the commentary was hilarious! Highly recommended, five stars, two thumbs up, and cartwheels all around.

All in all, it was a fun, wholesome Saturday. Even if others would contest that fun and wholesome can never be used in the same sentence.

I luv my fwends.

just sleepless ones. Argh, I hate these nights. I've written about these nights like a million times already. Maybe this particular time it's because I ate too much pasta and pizza; my digestive system is working over time and it's not letting the rest of my body off the hook that easy. So much for wanting to sleep early--yet again. :p

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This afternoon, after a short meeting with dandelionfluff's friend, the hubby and I got a haircut. I have wanted to change the way I look since 2003. I've been wearing my hair long for a long time now and I wanted a change of scenery when I look in the mirror. So, from my mid-back-length hair, I had the stylist cut four inches off. I haven't had hair this short in ages! Now I have shoulder-length hair. I think along with the few inches of hair, a few years from my age were lost, too. Indulge me. Hehe.

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Yahoo! This weekend will see another athletic get-together! I cannot wait to get some exercise. Haven't done anything this week that resembles a work-out. I've been sleeping late again so I've been getting up late as well. The weather isn't helping. It's just perfect for sleeping in and breeding indolence. :p

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Well, I've got nothing more to say. I guess this post is just for the sake of, or something to do that's more productive than counting sheep. I sense the sleep fairy coming now. I hope this time it's for real.