Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Making of Donuts

Idea for homemade small ring-shaped cakes fried in a fat aka donuts stroked Hubbostrich one Sunday morning. We used The Joy of Cooking recipe for sour cream donuts. It was not going to take that long if we didn't have to walk to a nearby grocery store for cooking oil.

After gathering wet ingredients, mixing in the stand up mixer and a bit of folding of dry ingredients, Hubbostrich went to roll and cut the dough. We substituted some of the all purpose flour with whole wheat flour. We regretted this decision later on as the donuts came out a bit bread-y.

Roll and cut

Rolling and cutting. Rim of glass of appropriate size can be used instead of a biscuit or donut cutter.

I cut the inner holes to complete the donuts using the rim of a shot glass. I then transferred the cut donuts and the holes to a flour covered wax paper on top of a flat surface.

Waiting to be fried

Waiting to be fried.

The oil was heated to 375 degree F. Hubbostrich has such thermometer handy to monitor temperature before and during frying. Cooling rack was positioned near the fryer. Also, we resorted to use the smallest of our pans to save oil.

375 deg F

The fat of choice was this blend of canola and vegetable that was on super sale at the grocery store.

Glaze and toppings were to follow once the donuts were cooled for safe handling. Here we also used The Joy of Cooking recipe, it was translucent glaze. I used brandy for liquid and some lemon zest. The choice of toppings were chocolate sprinkles and mixture of roast walnuts and almonds.

Toppings and glaze

Brandy glaze and yummy toppings.

The final products needed to be guarded from donut-predator. Where is Billy The Exterminator when you need him? Next time we will omit the whole wheat and try to make it a little cake-y instead of bread-y.

Left over donuts

Left over donuts.

Daddy donut with his daddy.

Daddy Doughnut and Daddy

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Thomas, aka Didymus

Yes, we got your wedding invitation as well as the favor frame. They are so lovely!
Thank you for inviting us to be part of your day….it makes us think about our own wedding day back in May.

But, we are pouting because we just couldn’t make it back home for your wedding.

We are praying that everything will go smoothly on the D-Day so that you two love birds can just start your next day as a husband and wife already.

Inda & Billy

PS: Dua undangan & dua bingkai poto lainnya untuk U & Y juga dapet kok!

Monday, November 01, 2010

Halloween Pooper

Wife: Bibi, are we going to carve pumpkin this year?

Bibi: Hmm, I don't know, it's too much work. We'll see how we feel about it.

Wife: Yeah, it might be Baby's First Halloween when we will get around to it.

Bibi: *Pause walking* What do you mean?

Wife: LoL. Nothing.

We didn't dress up for Halloween and didn't go anywhere either despite of a (kids friendly) party invitation. But instead we had three Alfred Hitchcock DVDs(Rebbecca, Rear Window, and Vertigo) courtesy of Santa Clara Public Library and a bag of Kit-Kat and left over SF taffy on a silverish dollar store platter. We put last minute "Treats" sign on the door so little witches, Harry Potters, ballerinas and what have you, won't just pass by our apartment. By 7:45 PM there was a grand total of two knocks which left me with 1/3 of the candy bag all for myself. Yuh yuh. Not so yuh yuh, Rangers was producing nil on 7th inning.

Maybe next year I will make a conscious effort to be a blond Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson donning a dress, big hat, heels, a jacket, a gun, a big purse to dump all my crap investigative materials in, and a glass of mint julep on my hand, "thank you."

Thursday, October 21, 2010


On our recent excursion to the wine country, we visited this small winery in the Russian River Valley appellation. Its name is Christopher Creek. It was a surprise to find one of the wine makers actually graduated from Texas A&M! Texas and California are not really all that dissimilar when it gets to the country side. But the point of this post is not about the wine or the winemaker but about the labels in the wine bottles.

See, I know nothing about typography or labeling. Bu Didi will be the best judge of those, she is one helluva an amazing designer. Anyway, the labels on the Christopher Creek wine bottles are very catchy, at least to me. It has this Russian icon art feeling to it. It was an eye pleasing change to their old labels I found as our wine guy showed one of their old bottles. Labels are getting too generic these days.

Evidence A, on the left is the internet picture of 2006 Petite Syrah label Trish (Bibi's sister) gifted us. On the right, the old label I found randomly from internet.

See what I'm saying?

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Eat This, Bibi!

My flightless avian spousal unit/sidekick and I love thriller political drama movie. All hell breaks loose when we watched The Ghost Writer the first time this past Saturday. We just could not help to watch it again two more times within the next 24 hours. Note: those two more times watching were with caption turned on for greater clarity.

In between times of the day we were not concentrating on the movie, we both turned to IMDB for its user forum using our respective laptops. Hubbostrich kept yelling stuff at some of the posts, while I kept my cool and reading. The next morning, he even started his day perusing more postings on the movie. Yes, he was totally fixated. Everything about the movie fascinates him but the story line, the parallel to real world politics, the characters, and the ending got his most attention.

The highest point to me about this movie was this dialogue between Hubbostrich and yours truly. I was laying down in the sofa with my laptop munching on some chocolate while Hubbostrich was getting all worked up by his passion for the movie. If we were to connect an EEG machine to him, we could probably see his brain operating at its fullest capacity.

Hubbostrich: "See, they needed to hire a smart ghost writer. They are not going to hire you [pointing at me], they are going to hire me [pointing at himself]."

I: "What? Are you saying you're smarter than me? [Proceeding to choke him.]"

Hubbostrich: "Ouch, stop, you're hurting me."

All I am going to comment is that a smart person should never proclaims his/her smartness because you know there is somebody who is smarter than you and you will be left feeling foolish about yourself. Furthermore, the nature of our relationship as man and wife is best left to the character of Maria Portokalos, "The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants."

All in all, we both really love the movie and that is all that matter.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Sing with Me

We were driving on Highway 101 back from Los Angeles to Santa Clara Sunday night. As we cruised along the coast, moon light was reflected in the Pacific ocean. Together with the dark they cascaded an undescribable feeling.

The thing about being on a road trip is you get to think about anything and everything to the point that it is therapeutic. A big plus if in the background you have songs that further enable that kind of cerebral yet sentimental moment. One of these songs for me is Aerosmith's Dream On. Sing with me...

Every time I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It goes by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools
and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Dream on Dream on Dream on
Dream until your dreams come true
Dream on Dream on Dream on
Dream until your dream comes through
Dream on Dream on Dream on
Dream on Dream on
Dream on Dream on

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Should Quit Twittering and Start Writing

I am having a writer's block. It's that time of the year when we, lowly servants of the capitalist world, have to write self-assessment on our performance at our jobs. I'd say this self-review has no value since when the bosses get to it, it doesn't really matter what you think about your performance, it's what they think about you.

In my line of work, it is a possibility that you do a good job but it corresponds to a negative result. Think about it this way. You prove them that it is just not feasible to do whatever big picture stuff they want to achieve but they still count it against you because it is not feasible. Get it? Of course, worse things can happen. This is when you can not even prove the feasibility of the project. In that case, you're probably out as a bottom 10%-er.

Anyway, back to the writing process, it also got me chatting thinking.

me: Buu, I hate writing about myself

what are those FB, Twitter and blog posts about?

D***: review?

me: yeah
FB, twitter, and blog posts do not turn into financial advantage
while review does!
hmmm...why is it so hard then?

D***: cos you got to convince someone
to buy it

me: hahahahhahahahah
so it has to have a certain quality
and definitely not silly stuff like bashing Hubbostrich (tm)?

D***: lol

me: what an epiphany

“Breadwinning and the art of writing must be kept absolutely apart.”

Suffice it to say, Franzie's thesis doesn't apply to my situation.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

How to Perform Remote Return on DVD

1. Issue order for Hubbostrich to return DVD.

2. Confirm that Hubbostrich indeed gets the order.

Text message, 4:15 PM: Did you get my email?

3. Hubbostrich checks order.

Text message, 4:17 PM: Yeah returning movie now.

4. Voila! Confirmation return from DVD box.

Monday, September 13, 2010

San Bruno Fire Lawyers

Yesterday, I mentioned to Hubbostrich that before long there will be a lot of advertisements offering "helps" for victims to represent them on San Bruno fire cases. It's troubled me that these lawyers are going to make so much money on top of other people's sufferings!

And they didn't wait long. While searching for San Bruno updates on Google news this morning, three of such sponsored links popped out. Dismay.

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Hubbostrich Bashing # 258

I was simply saying thank you for this birthday present by posting it on T******.

Birthday 2010  021

Little did I know that hilarity ensued from my presyush followers.

@d***s******: @xinda_ woopitty whoo! wait, why is hubbostrich shirtless behind you?
@i***a*h***: @xinda_ @d***s****** AHAHAHAHA!! PHOTOBOMB!!!

In my defense, it was really hot, notice the sliding door was wide opened. Also, that's pretty much how Hubbostrich rolls and with a beer glass in his hand. Oh, my big fat redneck marriage.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Click Clack, Ding Dong and Charlie Chan

What a sentimental song this score is. The movie hit too close to home.

So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or what you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
The tender breeze blows
Whispers through my Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engine humms
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats a lonely rhythm
All night long

All the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh! How I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds

Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through
A Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long

These streets
Are old they shine
With the things I've known
And breaks through the trees
Their sparkling

Your world
Is nothing more
Than all the tiny things
You've left behind

So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or what you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engines humm
And bitter dreams grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long

May I be so bold and stay
I need someone to hold
That shudders my skin
Their sparkling

Your world
Is nothing more
Than all the tiny things
You've left behind

So realign
All the stars above my head
Warning signs travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh! How I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds

Gentle now
A tender breeze blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another tired song

Engines humm
And better dreams grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm all night long

--Gran Torino, Jamie Cullum

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Early Marital Problem

Husband is supposed to start writing his paper and dissertation once he's moved out here with me. I can only demand some progress, right? So, I texted him this yesterday morning while I was at work.

Daily progress report starts today!

His reply a couple hours later,

LOL I am at airport now.

What? He is not going back to Texas, is he? Suddenly, the chorus of one of the popular songs from lagu cengeng genre played in the background, "pulangkan saja, aku pada ibuku atau ayahku, u u u u [Roughly translated: please just take me back to my parents'].

I immediately picked up the phone and called him. It was improbable, but I just want to confirm the joke. He didn't answer.

Scenarios floating on the back of my mind, who's gonna make my coffee tomorrow morning, and, dang, it's gonna be lonely tonight.

The guy texted back not long after and reported that he was biking on a trail near the apartment. The end of the trail lead to the south part of the airport. But he did wanted to know what I was thinking about his first text. LOL.

I love you and your sense of humor, Mr. Ostrich. And thus born the term hubbostrich.

Monday, July 26, 2010


I told Husband that I love him, but I am going to watch Inception by myself. Two weeks from now seems like a long time to wait for such a blockbuster. Armed with high expectation from the reviews of internet reviews and real life people, I pushed myself to be out of bed at 9 AM last Sunday morning. I freshened up, drove and bought my ticket at the counter. Matinee show was at 10:20 AM.

The studio was small and at 10:15 AM it was almost packed. It was no problem for me. I was just by myself, I didn't have to ask people to scoot over to make room for my party. I seated myself on the middle row by the aisle, giving an extra seat in between me and a couple.

To tell you the truth, movie goers at 10 AM Sunday morning were interesting. I spent more time people watching than paying attention to whatever it was they were playing before the lights were out. This one woman in moccasins and a matching jacket particularly caught my attention. She was sporting the look of just got out bed and was thoroughly confused looking for her husband who was already perching up there on the second from top row close to the projector. They ended up going to the bottom quarter of the seats, a decision I still didn't understand. I call those rows Looser Rows, that's what you end up with when you are late to a movie.

Going to a movie for me requires ultimate effort to be on time for a good seat. At church, there's always a seat somewhere, provided that you just have to face the eyes of the congregation on lookers. At work, well, everybody is always late for work, plus you are already designated a place, so who cares.

Then, there were a group of four teenagers headed by a queen bee. They got there pretty late when the lights were about to be dimmed. As time progressed, the group went on to become band of teenagers. Queen Bee decided that the front rows were just not good enough for them. She directed everyone and their popcorn and drinks to sit on the stair aisle effecting themselves as fire hazard.

One of them who sat on my side of the aisle had a little problem breathing. It seemed that he had a little stuffy nose going on, even so, he still tried to breath from the one that was free. Added that breathing problem to his soda slurping and popcorn munching and I could not really concentrate on what was going on with the movie. One minute the Inception team was in Paris, in another in Africa. One minute they were working on one dream, next minute they were two stages into.

Not long after, a security person evaded them from the stair premises. The band was left with either taking the front rows or demanding their money back. If I were one of these infantile baboons, I would take up that offer and come back for a midnight show next weekend. They, however, took the front row seats but not before leaving trails of popcorn and candy wrappers behind. But, hey, at last, I can concentrate.

As for the movie, I don't mind watching it again with Husband. It has all the necessary ingredients: cool special effects, a simple story for a mind boggling concept, good actors, and, ultimately, a very low cost per minute (at 248 minutes, it sure worth all of my $6). At first, I thought what more do I want. And it dawn on me. It could have been better. A better movie would not let me winch my eyes from it even for a split second, not band of teenagers, not people went back and forth, not my hungry and thirsty self. It will afford me to concentrate on more thought provoking aspects of the movie, how Leo became this good, the gidget character, the psychology, technology and fantasy behind, and, finally, how I would like to go working for this team.

Friday, July 23, 2010


A couple friend of ours got pregnant. She had this splitting headache for months and finally gave up to see a doctor, a cousin of hers.

"Dude, you don't know you are pregnant?" says Doctor Cousin after she was done examining her. My friend had been carrying four months without realizing there is a fetus growing.

My friend is a typical happy-go-lucky. At least around that time, she sure had a certain uneasiness about the pregnancy. It is long due. They have been married for almost four years and have been together longer. Both sides of the family have been crying for grand baby all those years.

When I told husband the story, he said, "Well, it sure is cheaper than IVF."

"You are mean. Don't say that, we might need it." This is after he spelled out what IVF stands for.

"Yeah, I know."

Our conversations these days are typical of married people. It revolves around planning a family which right now mostly consists of babies and house. I have melodramatic tendency around these two topics.

"Maybe we should move out of California, there's no way we can afford anything here."

"Of course, we can. I will get a good job and we can start saving."

"Yeah, we can, but not on my time line."

"Gee, you are like one those people who want to drive a Beemer."

"What? I don't want a luxury car, I drive a [insert expletive] Saturn."

"No, I mean, you are just set to have a house."

"Yeah, it's the American dream, isn't it."

"OK, maybe we will move out California. Take it easy, Tiger."

I, for once, think it is a wife's job to drive her husband forward. We hope we will be okay eventually, it looks like it will be a bumpy road ahead.

Re fertility, even Facebook agrees with me. LoL. Are you married? Are you in your 30s? Do you need to get pregnant? Do you want bubbles with that (since this is CA)?

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Baking Frenzy

Continuing with keep-the-refrigerator-clean theme, I have just baked a Banana Blueberry Bread tonight. Yes, I store bananas in the fridge to keep them from ripening, I love the raw taste. Unfortunately, banana bread recipes usually require ripe ones. Since, there was no spare bottle of acetylene around, I microwaved the banana to induce ripening, of course, it did not work.

I have just enough of the required (despite fresh) second name sake of the recipe. On another note, I have been unfortunate with blueberries these past two weeks. They were tasteless, as in there were not enough of tartness or sweetness. I will mix some spoonful of sugars and splashes of lemon juice or balsamic vinegar to alleviate the dull taste of the berries next time.

The recipe I used is courtesy of this website. Now that I am rereading the recipe, I found out that I forgot the oats. I like the moist texture as it is, I might not incorporate the oats on purpose on the next try. Also, I will add more salt to keep it interesting mix of tart, salt, and sugar.

1 stick of butter
1 cup of granulated sugar

2 extra large eggs
1 cup ripe bananas
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt

1/2 cup quick cooking oats
1 tsp
Watkins Pure Vanilla Extract
1 cup frozen blueberries
2 tbsp flour

Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Grease and flour 2 loaf pans. In medium bowl cream together butter and sugar. Beat in eggs. Mash bananas until smooth and add to sugar mixture.

In large bowl mix flour, baking soda and salt together. Add in oats and mix well. Fold banana mixture into flour mixture. Stir in
Watkins Pure Vanilla Extract.

Sprinkle 2 tbsp. flour over frozen blueberries and mix until all blueberries are covered. Add to batter.

Transfer batter to the loaf pans. Bake between 50 and 60 minutes. Let cool slightly and serve warm with your favorite whipped cream or ice cream.

I am sparing officemates from this baking experiment since I deem the bread pretty successful and thus needs no outside forces to devour. I hate throwing good stuff out. The brownies two weeks ago, on the other hand, were slight disappointment.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

We Are Jaded and Tweeting

Best conversations these days are still with that Dianosaur gal. Here is one of them, edited and translated to protect the innocence.

Me: You go softie, I go jaded, what's wrong with us

Her: Its called growing up, we become bitter

Me: I know

Her: Maybe we should all move to tibet, find our inner being

Me: Follow @DalaiLama first, baby step you know

Her: hmpft


Saturday, July 17, 2010

Another Recipe

Wow, I finally had a chance to clean up the refrigerator. Practically, more than half of them are thrown away. Yuck. How did I amass this mess? Easy, it's because I never did any cooking when NY and Mama were here and I didn't resume cooking after they were gone. I didn't aware of the state of my own refrigerator.

Among the perishable, I found a bag of washed spinach still intact. It has been almost three weeks since I bought it. It had been intended for me to get back to salad-for-lunch bandwagon, but it has never happened. Amazingly, the spinach leaves in bag were still fresh. I also found a can of fire roasted tomatoes and a half pint heavy whipping cream. An idea for some kind of spinach pasta sauce comes to my mind.

The other day I watched Julie and Julia and was amused to find how their cooking adventures got so integrated in their daily lives. I wish I have that much passion for cooking, for now it is just a mean to survive and to cut cost. The only thing that tied me with the Julia Child phenomena is the dutch oven I used to whip up this sauce. My mother and NY gave it to us for our wedding gift.

Without further ado, here is recipe, from my kitchen (with half junk full of a refrigerator) to your kitchen.

Spinach Tomato Sauce

Half a bag of 9 oz washed spinach (trick is spinach has to be fresh)
1 14.5 oz can fire roasted tomatoes (preferably chunky)
1/3 cup heavy cream
1 jalapeno pepper
1 sweet pepper
3 cloves garlic
1 tbsp onion
1/2 cup water
1/2 tsp freshly ground pepper
1 tsp oregano
1 tsp basil
1/2 tsp sea salt

On food processor, put the spinach, tomatoes, jalapeno, sweet pepper, garlic and onion. Puree accordingly. Do not over puree the mix to a thin liquid consistency.

On skillet or sauce pan, pour the spinach-tomato-peppers mix and heat up to medium heat. Add the heavy cream and water. Add spices and salt. Stir. Adjust spices and salt to your own taste.

Pour over pasta. It should work well for dipping sauce too.

Picture below is of the sauce sans pasta. I had lunch already when I cooked this.

Baked fish fillet crusted with cheddar, parmesan cheese and panko bread crumb to eat along with pasta and the sauce above. Modified from this recipe.

Crunchy oven baked croutons from left over sourdough, maybe I will eat salad again one of these days. Recipe here.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Ms. Behavin

Husband put his furnitures on sale on Craigslist. He is finally moving out here with me.

He has a lot of reponses. He forwarded one of them to me.

So, I texted him.
"LOL. You pass the test."

He didn't response, so I called him while bursting in laughs.

Yeah, I am one misbehaving wife. LoL. He didn't fully grasp that he's being pranked by his own lovely wife.

Thursday, July 08, 2010

Overheard by the Hot Tub

Guy 1: I think she's pretty cute.

Guy 2: Nah, she's not.

Guy 1: You don't think so?

Guy 2: I've seen her in pretty bad light.

I wonder what the two bears gonna do tonight.

Yeah, I don't know. I hate to be prejudiced but I can't help too in this situation. I was walking to the gym by bypassing apartment's pool area when I overheard these two guys sitting on the hot tub talking about some girl. I like to imagine that they changed their conversation topic because of me.

So what if they are homosexual. I have to give a slap to myself sometime.

Wednesday, July 07, 2010


Apparently, I am not dead yet. So while I am waiting for husband to call (I doubt he will, this is already close to 1 AM his time), I have a pseudo recipe for a flatbread pizza. Speaking of the devil, here he is calling!

To be continued...

Here it is. Note on why I call it a pseudo recipe. All ingredients are store bought so it is not even qualified as a Semi Homemade recipes like those of Food TV's Sandra Lee's. Also, where you get the stuff determines the end results. Me of course, I got mine at good ol' Trader Joe's.
Another thing, even though there's no meat used in the recipe, I still refuse to count its calories, fat and sodium contents. It's just way delish to be worried about all those.

Try it!

1 flatbread or pita bread
1/2 cup of any kind of shredded cheese (blended Mexican is recommended)
1/2 cup canned heart of artichoke
1/4 cup roasted red (or yellow or both) peppers
1/4 cup chopped onion
1/4 cup chopped jalapeno
2 tbsp pesto

Smear pesto on to bread. Cramp all ingredients except for the cheese onto smeared bread. Sprinkle cheese on top. Bake on a cookie sheet at 350F for 20 minutes.

Make 1 serving

Unusual Day

What a weird day today is. I woke up this morning and just wished I didn't have to. As I dragged myself out of bed three minutes after the alarm went off, I thought that 07/07/07 was such a good date, while 07/07/10 is not.

The day being unusual started with my drive to work. First, I almost hit another car turning left just went I was turning out my apartment complex. Gladly, he stopped before he actually turned left and gave me the right of way. Second, I was late to switch lanes and was trying to hit on the gas, I thought I did a good job but the car behind me honked. I rarely got honked.

Then, there were uncountable mistakes I did at work when I was the one operating the machine. Seriously, those mistakes were too many to count. Luckily, I didn't break anything or kill anyone over the 10+ runs. They were petty mistakes and can easily be fixed or got rerun. I just never made that many mistakes in one day.

What else? Husband butt dialed me twice and didn't pick up my return call. This was the first time he butt dialed me ever.

All in all, I have a premonition that this is God's telling me that something "big" is coming my way. O Dios mio.

So, good bye, just in case I manage to stupidly kill myself tonight. I would like to have this epitaph on my tombstone:

"She'd only hope she did a much better job leading her life."

Monday, July 05, 2010


I am telling you a dark secret.

Yeah, what?

It's what I think about 60% of the time.

Go on.

That I am unique, there's no one else like me.

Wow. I thought that is like 10% of what you think all the tine. The other 90%, now you switch.

Well, now I have it on a regular basis...

Wow. LoL.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Still Depressed

While we are still talking about the depression episode, I figured I needed to record tonight. In attempt to clear my mind, I dragged myself this evening to a neighboring market place. There are a nice grocery store, fast food restaurants, cafes, bakeries and many small businesses in the area. It is quite a convenience. So I walked across the manicured neighborhood. Blooming agapanthus greeted me all the way. I even smelled some fresh flowery scent in the air.

At the store, I picked up a couple of odd ends of stuff, mainly junk food, and rented a DVD from the box. This evening, it was 2012. I had had strong premonition about the movie, not only on the cheesiness of the story but also on the non-sense science, it was confirmed. At least, the shrimp burrito was a perfect dinner. At the end, I feel the need to neutralize the built up negativity. I found that endless dose of The Muppet Show was just the answer.

Yes, there is little difference in my life two months into the marriage. Husband, we both know, I need you here pronto, lest, I am going crazy.

Saturday, July 03, 2010


I don't know what it is about this summer. I have been feeling depressed, very depressed. I am feeling ungrateful of all worldly things (and this marriage). At first, it seems that I don't care about the past, present and future, and that I am slowly losing my faith. But at a closer look, it is not that I do not care about the present and the future.

Being helpless usually instills nothing but fighting mechanism in me. As such, things eventually got better. This time around, I am just mad and being frigid. I refuse to correct the situations instead I act in ways that is destructive.

I'd like to think that this is merely a post wedding melancholy, but maybe I just lost it.

I don't like this and I don't like talking about it with any real person so I am channeling it out here.


Thursday, July 01, 2010

Married Life

We were watching this, totally not my cup of tea, by the way. The scene was a guy proposing to a girl.

"What more do you want?" The man character said after the whole walla walla.

Yeah, what more do you want? Husband said to me.

"A house...and a baby," I fluttered my eyelashes and ooggled my eyes. He rolled his eyes.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

That NY

Seperti yang Anda sekalian ketahui, susasana sebuah tempat itu kurang ceria tanpa kehadiran NY (Ndoro Yada). Saya pasti akan kangen sekali sama dia kalo dia memang harus balik ke tanah air bulan Mei ini.

Akhir-akhir ini dia tambah gokil, mungkin ditambah dampak samping persiapan interviunya untuk sebuah lapangan pekerjaan di Dallas. Ini merupakan peluang si Princy yang terakhir untuk bekerja di negeri Paman Sam ini.



Sang mama berantisipasi jikalau anak gadisnya yang ini punya ide baru untuk mengolah sesuatu di dapur. Yang didengar ibunda selanjutnya malah sebagai berikut.

"Susah, ya, nyari pacar?"

Setelah pulih dari kaget akan pertanyaan tersebut, sang mama pun bersabda,

"Makanya, badan itu lebih dikuruskan lagi..."

Setelah itu suasana kembali menjadi sunyi senyap, karena si Princy kembali berkutat dengan bahan interviunya. Dinginnya angin malam tidak berhasil menembus dinding dan pintu apartemen mungil kami, dan yang paling penting, cemilan-cemilan dengan aman tetap bertenger di kulkas dan di pantry.


Si Princy tiba-tiba memecahkan keheningan.


Saya berantisipasi kalo dia mempunyai ide tempat yang patut dikunjungi akhir minggu ini. Yang saya dengar malah pertanyaan serupa di atas.

"Susah, ya, nyari pacar?"

Pertanyaan retorik kah, Saudara-saudara? Saya menghimbau Anda untuk menjawabnya.

Tetapi untuk lebih membantu NY, adik saya tercinta, Anda dapat mengirimkan profil jomblo-jomblo berkualitas kepada saya (eh, ke dia langsung juga bisa, sih, hi hi hi). Syarat utama adalah berpenampilan menarik dan berke"pribadi"an--anda tahu kan yang NY maksud? Rumah pribadi, mobil pribadi, dll. J/k. NY anaknya tidak sedangkal itu, kok.

Cantik, kan, adik saya?

Kurang apa coba? Cantik, pinter masak, pinter dandan, punya gelar master dari sekolah terkemuka, lumayan anak Tuhan, dan sangat-sangat people person.

Saya harus berhenti mendeskripsikan dia, karena nanti dia keburu jadi tidak misterius dimata anda-anda sekalian. Ya yang jelas, NY itu dijamin nggak ngebosenin, deh.

Ditunggu kirimannya!

Monday, March 29, 2010

A Conference Opp

One Friday morning, the phone rang. A familiar but forgotten number showed up on the screen followed by a disfigured hello from the other side. Suddenly, my brain cells fired up. It was the advisor.

He brought an unusual inquiry granting I am not his student anymore. This could be a fodder for the PhD comics guy.

"Could you present this material for me? I couldn't be there for the conference. You are familiar with it and only a distance away. The slides are all set, the paper is done."

The registration fee for the meeting is pretty steep, so I carefully crafted an email to my manager. It didn't hurt to ask. The Advisor needs help. I want to attend this meeting and be among academia one more time. The company might get some beneficial return in the future. Everybody wins.

My manager is such a visionary angel. So, yes, I am going to be in San Francisco come April 8th. It is the first presentation of the session that morning. Wish me luck. I am slowly forgetting how it feels to present among this lot of people.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

First Post 2010

Hey, ho! How did that happen? Entire month of December was barren of posting and January is almost gone.

In retrospect, December was crazy, indeed. I had an itinerary that involves traveling to the many cities in Texas, helping people move, graduations, Christmas celebrations, wedding preparation, in short, spending time with loved ones. Sure, that was the second part of the month, the first part was less hectic but still... Suffice it to say that real life socializing barely left me with time and space to breath much less to sit in front of the interweb. Although, I didn't view the absent of interweb activity as deprivation of luxury, but in fact, a luxury.

Now that the new beginning of the new decade in here, I am glad that stuff is returning to its normal routine. It is actually a bit less normal routine that the usual normal, because, now, pretty much all of my free time is devoted to the wedding preparation. It is three months and several days until the big day which will be right on May Day. Gasp. I am lucky that I will have my complete living in troupe to prepare for the wedding since my mother is here to stay until the middle of May and NY is soon to arrive following her fruitless job seeking in Texas.

Life is going to be more interesting with this dynamic duo around. For instance, two co-queens reigning the kitchendom is inevitable--it might or might not be resulting in an immediate threat to the state of my gown. Also, bargain hunting shopping trips with NY are almost always bringing in the good stuff.

I am just cherishing these moments but of course I couldn't wait to share my life with that guy. So, Guy, if you read this, I love you.