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Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Damn Him!
mr. heckles strikes again! this time, he went straight to the management staff of the building and complained about the noise "we were making" last night.
picture the scene, my sister and anya were already happily settled on the aerobed in the living room. anya was asleep, tired from the fireworks show and my sister was lulling herself to sleep by reading archie comics double digest. robert and i were in our room, he was watching Outbreak in HBOasia, i was reading The Kept Woman's recent post about poo. darcy, our adopted "puppy" was tied to her leash, asleep on top of her rug inside our room. this was around midnight, and as Dustin Hoffman and Cuba Gooding Jr. were trying to capture the monkey, our phone rings. hubby answered and nobody spoke on the other line. this happened three times... then, a few minutes later, my sister knocked on our door to tell us that there was somebody outside. it was someone from the management telling us that "mr. heckles" downstairs complained to them that our dog was making that noise again! what fucking noise?!!!! i'm already reaching boiling point... he is just TOO MUCH! we are already taking measures so that darcy's nails won't make "so much" noise... i've cut her nails this afternoon, laid out a thin mattress over the master bedroom's floors (no more tiles exposed), and even bought an area rug for the living room even though we weren't planning to because it's not advisable for asthmatics. now, whenever darcy runs, we barely hear the clickety-clack of her nails. if mr. heckles comes a-knocking, he might just meet the storm that i am. -prescribed by-  @9:27 PM -21 came for therapy session-
Monday, January 30, 2006
Hail, The Queen Bitch!
my sister, aka the Queen Bitch, flew in for the chinese holidays! she was here last year with our other sister to celebrate the chinese new year as well, but this year... it's just us. finally, i have my fashion guru and shopping buddy with me!
  this evening, we headed out to Victoria Harbour to watch one of the holiday's highlights, the fireworks display. nobody does it like the chinese, i tell ya. watching the fireworks was like having a visual orgasm.  just imagine the whole sky lit up with these beauties... the photos does not do it justice. there were fireworks that formed stars and smiley faces! the show lasted for a good 25 minutes or so... too short for me, actually.afterwards, we had dinner with a couple of our friends in a filipino restaurant and i was finally reunited with one of my favorite dishes. i was so full, i could barely walk out of the restaurant. i had a great time, all in all. it's been awhile since i had some laughs with my sister and it's always great to hang out with our friends. fireworks, food and laughter... a great way to start the year of the dog. -prescribed by- @12:10 PM -16 came for therapy session-
Friday, January 27, 2006
I'm Shaking, I'm Shaking
 so, this week's theme is "Shake It Off". i'm posting photos of my toys, my eyes and my secret. intrigued?*My Secret - well, it's not really a secret since i don't hide it... but it's not something i like to point out. as my college best friend would say, i have freakishly small nails... fingernails, toenails... all small. see this photo? it's my pinky beside my 7-year-old daughter's pinky. i'm the one on the right. imagine my toenails! now, that's a secret!  *My Eyes - i debated whether to post a photo of my eyes sans the eyeglasses... but, i'm never without it, so... here you are! can you see a theme here? i have (at least, not freakishly) small, teeny, chinese-y eyes. when i smile, my friends would wonder if i could still see. people, especially boys around my teenage years, would usually open a conversation with a remark about my eyes.  *My Toys - all my "toys" are in this PC. all the playing i do (shut up, you sewer-minded freak!) is with this PC. of course, i play The Sims 2 most of the time. i "sold" our Playstation 2 to my sister and am planning to buy the XBox 360 when it comes out here in HK. yes... i am into video games.  there you have it! drop by Kristine's to check out the other SPF-ers! KUNG HEI FAT CHOI!  -prescribed by- @4:01 PM -31 came for therapy session-
Thursday, January 26, 2006
A Woman Meandering
she looked out her window and felt a desperate urge to be anywhere else but where she was now. she saw none of the beauty her picturesque view had to offer. none of the lush greeneries, none of the azure sky, none of the sparkling ocean as the sun sets by it.
all she saw was her inner reflection on the window pane... of how she turned out to be her worst nightmare, of how she became her worst fear. she is someone whose dreams are now desperation, whose wishes are now vague fantasies... someone who is hopeless and dreamless. empty. for a moment, she believed that she can make it out. she believed that she could stand on the edge and take flight. but, it was fleeting and her reality descended upon her. whatever is left of her broken heart further broke. she looked out her window and felt a desperate urge... - an imagination note: this post is fictional... the woman is not me. like i said, it's an imagination... but thanks for the concern.;) -prescribed by- @6:15 PM -6 came for therapy session-
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
I Can't Believe I'm Posting This
 like i said, i can't believe i'm posting this. i've had many illnesses in my younger years. i'm just lucky that my mom didn't take a photo when i had the mumps, the chicken pox, bronchitis and the countless times i was rushed to the ER due to my asthma. purple nails aren't so me.unfortunately, one of my ailments made it into posterity... thanks to my darling husband. when i moved to hong kong, my body just went insane as it tried to adjust to the new environment. without further ado, i present to you... my allergy-ridden limbs. MY ARMS  MY LEGS  did i make you itchy as well? sorry. now, hop on over to The Kept Woman... you'll see much more, i promise ya. -prescribed by- @5:44 PM -18 came for therapy session-
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
We're Not Alone
my mom claims to see ghosts. she used to tell us of tales of her encounters and it would leave us spooked and wondering if it's really true.
i guess, i always believed in ghosts since i was always scared of them. there were several occasions when i pestered my husband to accompany me in the bathroom while i take a bath. i was afraid that while i shampoo, something would just appear and scare the bejeezus out of me. it wasn't until i got to college that i learned i inherited this "gift". i would always say that my third eye is only partially open since i'm not like jennifer love hewitt's character in ghost whisperer. still, my encounters make for interesting conversation. the first time i realized i was "not alone", i was in a hotel bathroom using the bathroom phone to call my then boyfriend. we were in the middle of our conversation when the sink faucet turned on all by itself and the shower curtain suddenly opened all the way. i kept on talking like nothing out of the ordinary happened. heehee. the latest happened a few days ago. it was the afternoon and i was in front of the PC, blogging, of course. to my left is our "hall" to anya's room and the bathroom, then the livingroom, which is still bare so we set up darcy's crate there in the meantime. everything was quiet, anya was taking an afternoon nap in her room, while darcy was sleeping in her crate. i was engrossed in someone's blog when i "felt" a movement in the hall. my initial thought was it was anya, then i remembered she was asleep. i looked to my left and saw darcy still asleep... and as my eyes adjusted, i saw a young girl, a toddler, walking from anya's room to the bathroom. both doors were closed. and we don't have any toddlers as of the moment. i should know. i haven't seen her since and i hope that she was only passing by through our apartment. we just don't have room enough for a ghost right now. -prescribed by- @9:07 PM -15 came for therapy session-
Monday, January 23, 2006
Consumed
there is a rage in me i do not understand. i can feel it flowing through my veins, i can feel it in the very center of me.
like an uninvited guest, the anger takes you by surprise upon its arrival. you wonder how it got in, you wonder who brought the pariah to the party. then, as the clock ticks, the guest overstays its welcome. it sits in your very heart and you are clueless as to how you can get rid of it. deep-seated rage. it overwhelms me so and it scares me. when i feel it surface, i lose control momentarily and i could visualize unleashing this horror. i could just picture myself screaming, raging... not a care in the world who receives my wrath... just so i could release it. just so i could be free of it. then, maybe it will leave me. leave me be. leave me alone. rage, this uninvited guest. oh, how i loathe it so. -prescribed by- @6:33 PM -9 came for therapy session-
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Humble Pie Actually Tastes Bitter and Sour
the day started wrong this sunday. as we were preparing to go to church, we had a surprise visit from our neighbor downstairs. he complained that we were making too much noise and that he wasn't able to sleep for several nights now.
my husband and i wondered what could be keeping him awake... we wondered what kind of noise we were making since we do try to keep things quiet here. the neighbor said that sometime around midnight last night, there was a loud noise from our apartment which sounded like we dropped something heavy on the floor. which bewildered us further since we were all asleep before midnight last night... no one even got up for a bathroom break. we told the neighbor that we'll try to keep it quiet but that we're 100 percent positive that we didn't drop anything last night, enough to wake him up. so, i was already pissed off 'coz i don't want to have the reputation of being a noisy neighbor... and we were already running late for anya's sunday school, which starts 30 minutes before the mass. i was convinced that the neighbor got it all wrong and we were wrongly accused. then, i got to thinking... if ever we were making any "noise" at all, what would it be? we narrowed it down to darcy. whenever she needs to go to the toilet, she would sometimes propel herself forcefully to the bathroom door which would create a booming sound... it might actually sound like something heavy was dropped... but darcy was asleep all through the night so there's a chance it's not her. i swallowed some humble pie and admit that we're not the perfect neighbors i thought we were... yet, it didn't quite make it to my stomach. i was sour and bitter all throughout the morning and i just wanted to stay in bed and wait for the day to be over. anya never made into her sunday school, which pissed me off further. i didn't hear one word of the priest's sermon and i felt like a hypocrite offering peace when i didn't feel any inside. the noise is still a mystery... it could've been darcy, it could've been somebody else. now, robert and i are practically tip-toeing in our apartment and i hate it... like even the slightest noise could upset anyone. don't you hate walking on eggshells? ** update: "Mr. Heckles" was back again last night complaining about the noise, which was insane since i was sitting in front of the P.C., chatting with my sister and robert was tucking in anya for the night. we weren't even playing music. to solve the problem, i asked robert to go downstairs to the neighbors apartment so we can decipher the sounds he heard. while he was there, i slammed the door loudly, i "propelled" my body towards it (hurt by the way) and even punched it twice just so i could make a loud noise. sure, they heard it downstairs but it was very faint according to robert. besides, the neighbor said that that wasn't the noise. after further talk, he described it as marbles falling and rolling on the floor. none of us are playing any marbles. robert said that it could be darcy's nails... the sound it makes whenever she runs around the apartment. yeah, it could be. but, if a slamming of a door is very faint, could you really hear and be bothered enough with a dog's running? btw, our floor is made of cement and tiling... not wood. imagine the thickness. i can't even hear my own footsteps. bah. -prescribed by- @6:45 PM -12 came for therapy session-
Friday, January 20, 2006
SPF - Afterbath
 once again, it's friday... time to take a break and have some fun. this friday's SPF assignments are photos of your towels, toothbrush and lotions. easey-peasey...first - our towels... it's an assortment, some bought, some from my mom's collection, some from robert's mother. they don't match, they never will. heehee.  second up - lotions. the vaseline i use during summer 'coz it does not have that greasy feel, the nivea i use during cold weather 'coz it's the only lotion that will moisturize my skin perfectly, the cetaphil is hubby's moisturizer (heehee), the bath & body works lotion is my anti-bacterial hand cream, and the tretinoin, i use on my face.  last - our toothbrushes... anya gave up her disney-themed toothbrushes and moved up to "adult" ones.  and that's the end of the show, folks! drop by kristine's to check the other SPF-ers! have a great weekend!-prescribed by- @6:22 PM -20 came for therapy session-
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Snippets
 one of the things that i love about our new place is that the sun is able to get in into our rooms. our previous apartment was surrounded with other buildings, so it was always gloomy... i always felt boxed in. when we moved, i welcomed the morning sunlight streaming through my windows. unfortunately, we've been having some mist (if you can call it that) in hong kong. the mountains and the top of the hills have disappeared into the clouds. i am a big fan of cold weather, i love winter... however, one drawback is that it makes me want to stay in bed all day long. there's a chill that just makes you want to crawl under the blankets, read a gripping novel and forget the outside world. too bad... responsibilities and all. you'd think i'd wile the day away but i didn't. i actually did some laundry and washed the dishes and will fold clothes once i post this.*sigh* as my sister said, i'm so domesticated. {{{shudder}}}----------------------------- last night, while i was washing dishes (yet again), i was singing the chorus part of Superstar over and over again. between hearing FunkyB's lovely rendition and watching American Idol, it was stuck in my head. so, i asked my dear husband to sing a different song so that i'd stop going, "baby, baby, baby, oh baby... i love you... i really do..." here's what he sang... "Heartbreaker, you've got the best of me But I just keep coming back incessantly. Oh, why did you have to run your game on me? I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart." funny guy... ---------------------------- hubby: so, tell me what's new? what's happening in the world today? xtessa: me. hubby: you? you're happening today? xtessa: honey, i'm happening everyday! -prescribed by- @5:52 PM -13 came for therapy session-
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Mixed Nuts
 today's assignment for Way Back Wednesday is to post photos of you doing something stupid, or thought of it as cool at that time and now go, WTF?!!... quite a feat as i make sure i don't document my foolish ways. i wanted to post photos of some exes... they surely make me go WTF... but, alas, i don't have any of their photos with me. so, here's the next best thing: i had a huge crush on this guy. but he's not the "stupid part". it was my hair. i thought it was a good idea at that time to get a perm... my mom would always tell me that my hair is lifeless, so i "volunteered" to get it curled. poor me. even my bangs were curly. {{{shudder}}} --------------------- so, enough of the drama. my chinese horoscope says that i should "profit well by the privileged moments of your existence instead of going on and on about your hardships." i just needed a "fictional" slap in the face to make me see that i'm not at the bottom of the barrel and stuff. i'm alive... i'm not sick... i may be financially-challenged at the moment... but at least, i know that i still have food to eat and a family to love. 'nuff said. ---------------------- chinese new year is around the corner... i'm seeing a lot of red in hong kong. hubby and i might put up some decorations as well, just for the heck of it. also, if everything goes as planned, i might have the Queen Bitch over for a mini-vacation during the chinese holidays. that ought to be fun... even if we're missing the Drama Queen. ----------------------- and because Diana asked nicely... here's a recording of my voice. bonus feature: anya singing Stevie Nicks' Edge of Seventeen.  -prescribed by- @4:34 PM -14 came for therapy session-
Monday, January 16, 2006
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
i have this ugly habit to turn a blind eye whenever i feel a problem is about to arise. i stupidly pretend that if i don't know about it, it won't affect me. instead of facing it head on or even prepare before it becomes a real problem, i choose the cowardly way of thinking that it will all go away if i just ignore it or leave it to someone else's hands.
my early years in this world did not equip me with the necessary skills to face a problem or an obstacle and not think that my world is about to come crashing down on me. i guess, the trauma of almost going over the edge has scarred me for life. i think subconsciously, i'm trying to protect myself by avoiding anything that could potentially make me struggle. i need to get over this. i KNOW that if i turn a blind eye to my problems, it won't disappear. i can't keep my eyes closed forever... --------------------------- i'm obviously coming down from a high. moving lifted my spirits up... it gave me something to do, kept me distracted... but now that we're somewhat settled in, i'm left with some time to look at my life... and on a bad day, it's quite depressing to reflect on one's failures and mistakes. i've become so pessimistic these past few days... i remember complaining to my husband yesterday how almost everywhere we go, we have to walk uphill... to our apartment, anya's school, the church... all located uphill so walking is quite a struggle to this mothballed body. anyway, i told him it might be a metaphor to our life... how everything is an uphill struggle for us. well, i guess he woke up on the right side of the bed, or maybe because we were inside the church and he felt kinda enlightened... he told me that he didn't see it that way. he told me it could symbolize that we are moving up. bah. --------------------------- no matter how much you see the glass, half full or half empty... it's still half. -prescribed by- @7:42 PM -10 came for therapy session-
Friday, January 13, 2006
13th and it's Friday
 growing up in a small, provincial town, i was exposed to a lot of superstitious stuff. i was very wary of black cats, i would never open an umbrella indoors... but i always considered Friday my lucky day. i'm just weird that way.heniweys... it's time for another round of SPF, friday the 13th style. let the fun begin! 1. something i'm afraid of - i'm not afraid of heights... i'm afraid of falling from a high space. i don't know when this fear started, but i steer clear from edges, balconies.  2. my lucky charm - these are my mother's earrings. she gave it to me on the day i got married. they are made of opals, considered to be bad luck... but if your birthstone is opal, then it is considered lucky. it hasn't shown any of its "lucky" powers yet... but nothing ever bad happened while i am wearing it.  3. something Friday the 13th-ish - i wondered about this one. i wanted to take a photo of something considered unlucky so i tried looking for a black cat today... but no such luck. HA! so, i took a picture of my black dog. she's not the bearer of bad fortune or anything but anyone who is on the receiving end of her breath is definitely unfortunate.  well, happy friday the 13th to all of ya... stay away from ladders and black cats! heehee... ----------------------- i just had to add this photo of the "almost" full moon (it's sometime tomorrow) here in hong kong... this is my view from the bedroom window. goes with the friday the 13th theme, right?  -prescribed by- @5:45 PM -27 came for therapy session-
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Reality
with husband back in the office and daughter back in school, my life is slowly having a sense of normalcy. i'm trying to settle back into my old routine... with some added bits here and there. every afternoon, i find myself riding the bus to Causeway Bay to pick up my daughter from school. it used to be i'd just pick her from the next block from ours...
we've finally unpacked the last box and the movers already picked up the boxes we used. there's a space in my living room right now crying out for a sofa. i'm still hunting for a great sofa to accommodate my couch potato lifestyle... speaking of couch potato, i'm psyched that American Idol will be back next week. i love the audition part... it cracks me up everytime someone actually believes that he/she can sing, much less carry a tune. remember the guy who thought he sounded like Brian McKnight?!! hi-la-rious! i also watched the first episode of The Bachelor: Paris... i know... it's one of those reality shows that can actually diminish your mental capacity... but, don't you just love it when there's a catfight?!! i know it's kinda demeaning to women and turns the sanctity of marriage into a joke... but, what the hey... it's "reality" TV. so, tomorrow's friday... and the thirteenth... too bad the full moon isn't till saturday. wouldn't it be just freaky?!! -prescribed by- @6:35 PM -10 came for therapy session-
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Hong Kong's Next Top Model
 tonight, there's a cause for celebration in our household. we just got a letter from anya's school stating that she received the Model Student Award. a parent always knows that her child is special, but to have it validated is such a moment of pride. i sometimes berate myself that i have such high standards for my kid... but, i guess, it pays off once in a while. so, i will have to cut this short... this calls for pizza! heehee! -prescribed by- @6:18 PM -14 came for therapy session-
Monday, January 09, 2006
Toys Galore!
my dear husband, who is SO busy at work, found the time to forward me these emails. it's not the toy itself that's hilarious... it's the features. read on... i advise you to put down your coffees, the bagels, the coca-cola. i will not be responsible for any food that might come up your nose.
*note: i copied the description word for word. not my fault it's grammatically heinous. Electronic Viagra Penis Erection Facilitator for Men  This device stimulates the base muscle group, specially the Bulbocavernosus and Ischiocavernosus, by impulse current to do rhythmic contraction and relax movement. Magic Vibrate Condom  1) Shake sexy to enclose outside breaking through traditional function that sheath practises contraception, through the shock shaking, strengthen the happy feeling in each other's sexual love; laugh on, laugh on. glad to bring a little cheer to you this day. now, i'm off to shake that strong wind, experience many kinds of DIY and find out how my sensitive G clicks! -prescribed by- @5:47 PM -12 came for therapy session-
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Stuff
a new year, a new story. drop by Adventures In Cyberia and check out Diana's latest escapade...
 ------------------------ gotta love a man who will cook for you. i've been spoiled these past few days with hubby treating me like a queen. he lets me sleep late (though i've been waking up earlier than usual as i promised), he makes me hot chocolate in the mornings, cooks lunch and dinner, washes the dishes... i'm sure gonna miss this once he gets back to the office.*sigh*  --------------------------------- remember the puppy we adopted last october... well, she's not a puppy anymore. she's growing too fast and she's definitely much more fun to have around. she's toilet-trained... too trained that she won't go potty unless you turn on the lights for her. she outgrew her bed so now she prefers the bathroom mat... but she loves to sleep in our room so there's a bathroom mat in here as well.  ------------------------------------ we were cleaning out the kitchen cupboards this morning and hubby found our landlady's old massager. of course, our minds live in the sewer so you could imagine the squeals of laughter and the direction of our conversation. naughty, naughty.  ---------------------------------- now, it's nighttime here on our side of the world. i'm looking out my window and enjoying the city lights... later on, i'll be burrowing under the blankets as the temperature drops, share rocky road ice cream with hubby and watch movies till we fall asleep.  -prescribed by- @9:16 PM -17 came for therapy session-
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Peaceful
i'm taken aback at how much i feel so at home in our new apartment. it's still a mess, i tell ya, but i love waking up every morning and not feeling as if i live inside a box.
it's definitely brighter as we're not surrounded by buildings, it's quieter as we're a bit far away from the main road. i look out my windows and i have views of hong kong's mountains and hills. when everything goes still, i could hear the the piano player who lives one floor below us. at night, i can see the city lights from a distance... home life still has to settle down. anya's back at school while robert's enjoying his last few days of vacation. it can still get crazy especially when one's trying to cook lunch and you realize that your frying pan is still inside one of the boxes, then it turns into a scavenger hunt. also, a salute to hong kong's efficiency and innovation, one can order their groceries online. since our building is uphill, i just can't take carrying bags of groceries up that road. we had our groceries delivered twice now and i wondered why we never bothered to do it before. i definitely can't wait till everything is in its proper place and i've finished transforming this flat into a home. from where i'm sitting, i can see sunshine and bright lights ahead. -prescribed by- @7:22 PM -12 came for therapy session-
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
I'm Not A Virgin Anymore
got your attention, right?
i've posted before that i've never had any alcoholic beverage in my life. well, last sunday, we attended a dinner party with friends and i broke my "clean" record. i maybe exaggerating... i only had two sips: one with champagne to toast the new year, the second one was some kind of "lemon juice" with one helluva kick. and yes, i qualify those two sips as "de-virginizing" me...;) (even anya got in on the fun. a record of her first champagne. she hated it.)  anya had fun with the crackers... our host was British so we had a somewhat English theme, with the crackers (which we enjoyed "cracking"), the paper hats and mince pie. the atmosphere was what i would call casual posh... or maybe because our host is one of the higher-ups in hubby's office so, i guess, some of us were a bit hesitant to "let loose".still, it was fun night out... a great way to start the new year. ------------------------------- a lot of the bloggers have been posting either their new year's resolution or a list of things they've accomplished last year. i wondered maybe this is the year that i should make my own list. the last time i wrote down my resolutions, i was still a teenager... and with all the things that i have to do, i barely have time to look back and reflect. so, i decided that i would ease myself into this whole new year's resolution thing. you know how you make a list and by the 2nd week of january, you've forgotten all about it? well, to avoid that, i'm going to make one resolution one month at a time. good idea, yes? i've already thought up of a lot of resolutions for myself... losing weight being at the forefront, but i know i'm only setting myself up for disappointment on that one. it would take a lot of commitment from me to lose weight, something i don't have right now... so, i've decided for my january resolution, i promise to... wake up earlier and sleep on normal hours. i am such a night owl and sleeping late throws my rhythm out of whack. i know i missed out on a lot last year because of late nights and waking up just in time for lunch. hopefully, i could program my body to adhere to this resolution. easy enough, right? ha! keep your fingers crossed... |
 
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