The Zimmerwoman

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

In the words of Karen O(h!)... I think I'm bigger than the sound.

Two weekends straight I'm sleeping out of the condo. Is that good? I just hate communal bathrooms. It suspends everything, including my very dodgy appetite. I asked my mother to send me some money for that Ateneo hoodie. I remember high school when I sashayed down the fourth year corridors wearing Mau Ty's Berkley (pronounced "burr-keh-lee") thing. This is the cooked Milo talking. I seriously need to get some sleep. I've been wanting to. I had a power nap this afternoon before NSTP and footieball. My paper is grabbing my wrists for me to dip my hands into the hell week jar.

Tomorrow I will be too stumped to write that yeast will form between the spaces of my chubby fingers.

Congrats Aila!

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The Studio 23 station ID sounds like that carne norte jingle. And, yes, men are like oranges! Thank you Ma'am Luna, Sir Egay, Sir Vim, Sir Larry, and Ma'am Beni (and of course to Sir DM and Sir Exie, though you weren't around when it was my turn! *mopey*)... :)

Here's to more gin and zesto... (and solitary rolls of tissue paper.)

Monday, August 21, 2006

Thanks to everyone who made my 18th a blast :)... both here in Manila and back at home.

Friday, August 18, 2006

This is my mind. Blank. Hehe. I want to learn how to beatbox.

Come and rest your bones with meee.

Monday, August 14, 2006

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Saturday, August 12, 2006

Nyek...

How to make a nikay

Ingredients:

5 parts competetiveness

1 part arrogance

5 parts beauty

Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of sadness and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Monday, August 7, 2006

A bird (gray dove) went inside the condo and plopped on my bed. It pooped on my blanket and would not go away. I threw a razor at it, and off it flew.

At least I'm feeling better :)

Thursday, August 3, 2006

Matisyahu
King Without a Crown

If Sir. ___ continues to act like a foot (oo, paa!), I shall have to convert to Judaism. Because Matisyahu moves like a gazelle while Sir's like a telephone pole. With legs.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

My blockmates may have noticed this already. Strike one was when we were eating at Yellow Cab during Sandi's beeday lunch. I seriously could not feel the "spicy" condiment (chili flakes in sesame oil) on my tongue. So I asked for Isel's packet of chili flakes, and poured it generously on my slice of pizza. Seriously, wala talaga. Also, I've been eating Zyng's (sa caf. up) buffalo chicken (i.e. chicken drenched in hot sauce and ranch dressing) for quite some time now. Wala pa rin.

Is this normal?

Am I dying?