Tsk Tsk

Yeah, we all know who isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed here.


I’m not a fan of bus drivers. Heck, i think they cause half the deaths on the road but i have to give it to this particular driver, at this particular time, “mahn, wala kang kasalanan.”


The Return Of The Comeback

Ok. It’s been half a year since i last blogged. A lot — and i mean A LOT has happened in the few months that i haven’t blogged.


I still can’t get over it. I am officially Mrs. Abbey Llanes-dela Rosa. I never thought i’d ever get married and now i have to go through all the motions of having to change my last name in all my documentation.

Me getting married is like giving a ginormous “the finger” sign to everyone who said i’d never settle down! Hah!


That’s one of the gazzillion photos we took on our wedding. It’s one of my faves.

My husband is a really great guy. Most times. Lol. We’re still going through a period of adjustment. It used to be so hard for me to be sharing my room with someone. Now, i actually don’t mind having to wake up to someone else’s morning breath three inches from my face.

It also makes travelling a lot easier too. I don’t have to drive myself anymore. That also means i don’t have to be lugging all the useless stuff i carry around with me. But that’s not the best thing about being married to my husband.

The best is how i could be so upset about anything (most times i’m upset at him *snigger*) and he’d make everything alright by holding my hand and hugging me tight.

It won’t always be easy but I’m glad I have him to hold my hand through the rough patches.

Facebook Timeline

Last week facebook rolled out its new interface. It’s a little confusing and everyone hated it. Heck, I hated it. But change is constant and I have grown used to using the new profile.

On October 2nd, the new facebook timeline will go live and I am psyched. I am not a fan of change but I know it’s all a matter of getting used to.

I actually like the timeline interface. You can control what u want to share when others view your profile. It also allows for a customized cover page.

This development is making me think thrice about migrating to google+.

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in search of the all spark

What. The. Eff. Is. The. All. Spark?

Some lawschool years ago, Di and I must have spent hours, not to mention a thousand pesos in globe credits to talk about our lovelives. It is our favorite past time.

I’ve seen all the transformer movies, we’ve asked drunk guy friends, googled it, sent an email to hasbro (which they totally ignored) asking about it, and 5 years after the first installment, still no concrete and sensible answer.

Spark :: [noun] a small but noticeable trace of some quality that might become stronger.

Yeah, “spark” is like miles away from “all spark” but it’s the most sensible search result I got.

Today I spent half the day reading in the middle of a coffee shop with people milling around me.

I spent half my day being surrounded by people and I still felt lonely. Have you ever felt like that? It’s like I was there but I wasn’t.

Well, I wasn’t really like this. Mom said there’d always be days like these. You know, days where I’d feel like I’ve been dragged through a pile of crap and I want to get cleaned up but there’s no water.

I feel like a void. Just a big black hole of nothing. I hope I’m just lonely and that it’s not the psychosis kicking in.

Di and I are absolutely clueless when it comes to sparks and/or all sparks. All I know is that it might be exciting to have it in our lives; and that we should compile all our silly made-up doctrines and have them published so that we’d at least be immortalized in print albeit our lacklustre and forlorn lovelives.

Happy birthday mare! Thanks for always having my back. *hugs*

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This is what I would call a selfish guy. Mahn, we’re all customers here, dya really have to have an extra table for your elbow??

After this shot was taken, he stood up to get some food. I actually thought he would have surrendered possession of the extra table. Ben and I were really cramped in ours. BUT NO! He came back and put his waffle in the extra table.

Dude, I hope u get to learn some manners from whatever it is you’re reading on your lappie.

Now, I’ll just ignore you and I’ll go back to eating my cookie.

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