It took a while before I got the spelling right, but I definitely am a hardcore Czykie. Not a day passes by without me watching Brian Barczyk on Youtube. Yes, that snake breeder at… Read More
Found a stained and dusty pouch lying idly on top of my fridge. It was brownish but had signs and traces that it used to be pink. What got me was the… Read More
Yesterday morning I woke up with a very nasty headache. And the night before I went to bed with a drilling in my cranium. It baffles me how I could sleep through such excruciating pain but I… Read More
So, this weekend we… Read More
My little sister is down with the flu. Her throat hurts and she hopes it’s just bacterial (or viral) tonsilitis and not goiter she was diagnosed with a few months ago. I suspect recurring laryngitis.
I am… Read More
Then I wake up at past 2 in the afternoon the following day. Yes, every… Read More
I really, really hate it when things don’t go my way but yesterday was a little extreme. It must be the killer lechon courtesy of my sister and her husband, the lack of sleep and the monthly period.
Or… Read More
Colorful chicks be damned. They’re always gone too soon.
Chick was no exception.
When Matteo bought a dyed-green baby chicken he couldn’t parent, Um stepped in and volunteered to adopt it, imagining one day the poor… Read More
Since going back home for summer vacation, we’ve occupied my son Um’s bedroom, the only one in our humble abode where there’s airconditioning. It’s called the Blue Room, being painted in three shades of blue (Um’s preference).… Read More
I remember reading Great Expectations on a Christmas eve when I was much younger. Well, on the eve of my birthday this year, I read The True Meaning of Smekday by Adam… Read More
The week before my birthday is the time when my annual blues start to kick in. Ah, these hateful hues. The melancholy. The sadness. The depression. The catatonia.
I dug up my phone gallery to check if I… Read More
My sister and I have decided that wearing the ubiquitous initials and the fleur-de-lis pattern has become tacky and we seem to have mutually agreed on putting Louis Vuittons in our secret compartments. I haven’t been seen with my LV… Read More