A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. A RRRRRRRREALLY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. (^____^) ♥

Blackberry Cheesecake ♥

Recipe

Just kept doodling on my nails.

I had no plans of what I wanted to do exactly, hence this.

PS.

Not very good at painting my nails.

White Peach Sorbet
from The Perfect Scoop by David Lebovitz

• 2/3 cup (160 ml) water
• 3/4 cup (150 g) sugar
• 1 tsp kirsch or 1/4 tsp fresh lemon juice

Instructions:
Cut the peaches into medium dice pieces. Place in a medium saucepan with the water and cover. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally and checking until they are soft – about ten minutes. If you need to add more water, do so. Remove the saucepan from the heat and add the sugar. Stir and let cool to room temperature. Pour the contents into a blender and purée until smooth. Stir in the kirsch or if using, the lemon juice. Chill completely in your refrigerator and churn in your ice cream maker. Makes about a quart.

Baby Malaya is not a baby anymore. ♥

She’s about 5 months old now and growing huuuuuge!

#LemeLeme_iPhone Photo Sharing

You. Always. Forever. ♥

Dear Mindreader,

There is no certainty as to when I’d see you again. You pop up and you disappear time and again.

It only struck me last week, the 23rd of February, cold, harsh reality: You live such a dangerous life, a world so much more different than my own, a world that I only read in books or see in movies, that it terrifies me so much I might not get to hug you anymore one day.

So I’ve finally decided that while you’re here, right now in front of me, I’d hug you and kiss you and be with you while I can.

I’ve always been reluctant to show you how I feel, but now… I won’t be afraid anymore to show you that I care about you.

Because I do. I care about you. And I love you so, so much.

Remember that with me you will always find love and care, a home, shelter and everything you seek.

I pray for the day when you’re back with me, safe and sound.

Yours always and forever,

Fruit Salad

*** (written February 24, 2012)

♥ HOW TO MAKE COMIC BOOK AND NEWSPAPER NAILS. ♥

I’m not one to spend on make-up, nail art services and anything “pampaarte” so this is perfect. (Forgive the ugly nail job as I had to paint it myself and I have no talent whatsoever in the cosmetics department. hehe) Having a great appreciation for books, reading and words makes this so attractive for me though.

As I said on Tumblr, I was feeling up to doing something artsy-fartsy this weekend. And since I couldn’t find any glue to make the bookmarks I wanted to make (I always lose my bookmarks) I decided to create something else. So here it is…

Initially I was opting for a yellowish-brownish shade of nail polish to make the nail art look sort of like old parchment, vintage-y and such. I came across a site while looking for some crafts and I made a slight variation of my own.

Things you would need:

newspaper. scissors. white, nude or gray nail polish. clear nail polish. alcohol.

1. Cut newspaper into pieces that would fit nails. (In my case, I did something a bit different; I used newspapers with prints on them. I was lucky enough to find The Joker’s face in one of the newspapers.)

2. Paint nails with white or nude nail polish. White works best though.

2. When nails are dry, dip a little piece of newspaper into alcohol.

3. Place alcohol-soaked newspaper strip onto nail. Press hard.

4. Wait a few seconds and peel off the paper. Do this gently.

5. When the nails are dry, apply top coat of clear nail polish.

*Now if you find some newspapers with your favorite comic book hero’s symbol or face on it, why not use it for your nails? ^_^

I Am Not The Social Butterfly You Think I Am

A chat with a co-worker of mine led me to ponder deeply about how others perceive me. It’s so funneh!

Apparently, I first come off (to them) as a party girl. Lol! The kind of gal who parties all night and sleeps days and whatever. That’s so far off the true me. I can’t even sleep at daytime and I don’t even go to clubs or anything (coz I get a major culture shock.) First time to enter a club was last year and I’m almost 28. ^_^

But if you’ve known me a long time, you would know that:

1. I grew up in a box, having my own world.

I was never allowed to go out of the house except to school until I was out of college. My friends in college would ask me to go with them to clubs and whatever but I’m the only one who wouldn’t go. ^_^ I can even count the times my parents brought me to the mall. Honest.

2. My dad is strict and quite conservative.

My sister and I were raised inside the home quite disciplined. It’s only recently that he became less of a critic and authoritarian.

3. I am not a social butterfly.

Contrary to what people believe, I do not have many real friends and I can never keep up with having many friends. I may know many people, but I can’t socialize for long. This is partly why I go out only once a month. And if you do see me socializing, it would be online. Nerd? Yeah. Lol.

4. Going out more than one day a month burns me out. I’m a day person.

The mere act of going out exhausts me. Going out for a night a month makes me sleepy the whole month. It takes me like 2 weeks to recover from being up all night.

5. Some people are disturbing.

I have this thing with people, that everytime I see them doing something mean or really rude, I tend to withdraw from all socializing activities. Call me crazy. Like I could give a fish.

6. I babble and smile a lot when I’m nervous.

I smile a lot, making people think I’m cheerful and all that. But truth is, I’m shy and nervous around people I don’t know. I start to talk a lot about anything to fill the conversational void coz it makes me tense. Then I smile to hide the thumping of my heart, scared I might make a fool out of myself, which is why people think I’m a ditz. I am not used to people ever since I was a kid but I do try my best to be friendly and fun.

7. I usually meet my friends (even the closest ones) only once a year.

8. I only found two people with whom I can spend long periods of time comfortably.

One is my sister, whom I’ve known since the day she was born.

Second is a man I met last October. He’s tattooed, he grew up in LA. We have things in common when it comes to love, loyalty, beliefs and experiences in life, but he’s very, very different from me. He’s badass and I’m ditzy (he says.) He’s fearless and I’m a scaredy cat. But he fits me like a perfect puzzlepiece. We lived life simply, relaxing at home, with me snuggled up against him, or him singing to me. But even doing the simplest of things with him made time fly so fast —- But this is for another blog entry. I’m getting carried away. Lol! (Mygosh, I hope he never gets to read this. It would be too embarassing!!!)

9. I am generally nice and try to be friendly with people, but

10. I prefer being alone. Like 90% of the time.

I shop alone. I go home alone. I walk alone. I go to church alone. Hey I even have lunch alone! Even at home I prefer being alone, locked up in my room or in the attic, reading a book, playing musical instruments, drawing, listening to music, surfing online. I don’t enjoy being around people much, only once in a veeerrrrrry long while. And this is prolly why I make a lot of faux pas. Heh.

Dude, I am not weird. This is just me.

So I was wondering.. What did you think of me the first time you met me, friend?