When You Say Trenta, It Means 30. Right?

Are your ready foooooor …

The Trentaaaaaa!!!?

There was an audible toot when this was launched and although it has not entered my side of the globe, people are nonetheless stoked. Some may want to attempt not to keel over in undertaking its deep tub and some may just want to gawk.

And gawk, I shall do.

If and only if, I buy an SB Trenta it will only mean I am off to share it with someone. Make that 3 someone’s. Just the thought of it makes me want to formulate a way to not eat in three straight months. Until I can find it safe (that I won’t suddenly turn to a 350 lbs lady) I’ll live off the remnants of it’s ridiculous un-nutritional content.

Call me anti-hipster, prude or even anti-social (I think people socialize via coffee nowadays) I don’t give a hoot nanny’s. The only time I can assure myself that I will enjoy my coffee is if I stay below Grande. Anything over would mean a feat to overcome. A great coffee bender of epic proportion.

Ugh! No fun.


Conflicted Tongue

Funny thing, trying to get a girls attention.

Although I’ve been around the block a few times when it comes to the deuce it dance, there would still be times wherein I can’t identify if I’m being hit on. That just happened a few hours ago from a night out with a friend.

We were at Starbucks when out of nowhere this young Asian guy approached us and introduced himself. He was very foreign by his looks and he had a very uncommon name (so I forgot what it is) yet he looked quite charming, and no “Dang he’s creepy!” alarm came off in my head. But for the sake of the story being told, let’s call him Sam.

According to Sam he’s an exchange student trying to learn my language. And with his compliant dictionary in hand, he tried to translate the following:




My friend was able to put the words together and recapitulated that Sam was asking if I like to eat Sushi. I said yes and given the language barrier our chat consisted of me apologizing most of the time for not understanding. He was constantly pleasant during the very short conversation but was obviously straining to get his thoughts across. And the thought was, according to my friend, he (perhaps) would like to ask you out.

When the lady and the gentleman from the other table started snickering at his impoverished approach to perhaps take me and my friend out to dinner, he went back to his table (back to his friend who had a huge smile on his face) and maybe explain his failure to bait us.

A few minutes later, Sam and his friend stood up to leave and gave us a cheery goodbye.

So there I was, wishing I picked up the signal a little faster and possibly get to know him better. Why? Just for the heck of it and it’s not everyday I get to catch an exchange student’s attention.  Wink. Also, maybe because I’m good with the two language I know, I can probably teach them a thing or two so no city shark takes advantage of them.

Oh well.

Coffee Shop Scribbles

This morning, after getting official word that Avatar finally decided to nudge Titanic off its top spot, I took a beeline to the closest theater that has 3D. Now, sitting at a coffee shop sipping my honeyed Earl Grey tea, I can say that the novelty hasn’t faded. It still is a kick-ass movie and I think it’ll be that way for a long loooong time.

This is going to be my second, and hopefully not the last, viewing. I still haven’t seen it in 2D and given that I’m running out of time (they will soon take it off circulation for newer films), I feel I have to have it on my calendar soon.

The final tally (in dollar amount) will come in Tuesday evening US time.


I currently have four unread books sitting on my shelf. Just enough to last me until (perhaps) May — dang, I would read  twice as much if I wasn’t so darn lazy.

I have the new novels written by Audrey Niffenegger and Elizabeth Kostova; both lengthy novels that would need proper time management. The other two –  written by Neil Gaiman and James Patterson, can be safely and comfortably tackled during one of my weekends. Actually, if I’m a good girl, I can cover all four by the end of March. Given I still have five to eight more on my purchase list, I acknowledge that I do have to get a move on.


Do you remember me pining about a little black dress? Well I finally got one and it’s so pretty.

I just hope it’ll still be pretty on me, too.

There isn’t any special occasion to tell you honestly. I just felt the need to get one, well because I’m a girl. And sometimes, girls just like to buy pretty dresses. I promise myself that I’ll wear it on my engagement party.

But first, allow me to hunt a man for that occasion. LOL.


Enough of these musings … hmm, musings. Why does that word hang in my tongue like I was supposed to do something about it. Why, oh why? Hmm … oh shoot! Now I get it. Me, Mona and Ayie are supposed to be putting up a blog with that name. Muse and Musings, that was what we agreed on. And we were supposed to be discussing more of it over Skype.

I can’t believe I’ve been so inattentive with my comings and goings. This is an important project, how the hell did I manage to forget it?

I can be an awful friend sometimes.


I’ve just gone and finished reading a book.

In between writing these thoughts down, thinking about a guy with an accent, sipping my tea, calculating my expenses for the past few days, and watching people type away in their laptops (I’m doing this article old school — pen and paper), I finished reading a book.

I may or may not write a review about it but I wanted you to know it was very good. Now I suddenly feel I have to write two book reviews (one I finished yesterday and this) … for readers that may or may not exist.


A calm day; I need more of these.

The kind that does not clutch itself on deadlines. The kind that can while away inside a coffee shop that plays lite music. The kind that isn’t toxic, infuriating, hodgepodged, and unbelievably fast it can’t be described as living but coping. To some degree, I now understand why people like hanging out at coffee shops.

But first off, I should do this more often. Write long-hand, I mean.

Although my laptop have provided me with numerous  assistance, it still can’t beat the eternal power of the physical hand to pen and pen to paper. To where the world is at  this has now become a rarity. I don’t even know anyone who writes their journal/ diary via paper. And that’s saying a lot coming from someone who use to be surrounded by writers in dire need of therapy.

Sit on this one if you will. Do you know anyone who comes in a coffee shop armed with pen and paper with a sincere intent for cursive?

Write down an assignment, a letter (to be sent via post — something I also want to talk about), a research, a plan, a grocery list, daily expenses, a simple note etc. Some of you will say yes, but it’ll be very few. On your next coffee shop visit, sit there a little longer than you usually do and you will find out that I do have a case. Count the number of laptop (or any electronic writing device) versus pen and paper.

Note to self: At least now you have a reason purpose to sit for long hours at a coffee shop: Long hand and spelling. God knows how lousy you are with spelling.

Actions and Reasons

I write to remember.

Someday when my body has taken its long journey, when the lines on my face shows years of life handled and my mind has taken its stretched flight – that may or may not make me forget – I will need something to remind me that I once tried to live every moment possible. That as much as I can, I aimed to take in as much of life can offer and I did the things I liked the most without pretence or hesitation.

And today is a good day to write them down. Because after running this month at full speed I have passed a handful of dates that I would like to remember when I am grey. Days that are simple but entirely worthwhile and happy.

I had two good Saturday’s for November and because I had so much in my plate, I could not find the time to write about it. First it was a dinner with Reb (he refuses to be called Bernard, for reason’s I think is silly), Arlyn and Jen at Tender Bob’s in Shangri-La. For appetizers, I had Artichoke and Spinach Dip followed by their Tomato Soup. I can do without the soup (since it was a little too salty for my taste) but I thoroughly enjoyed the Dip. It was subtle at first but the flavour gradually introduced itself. By then the four of us are dipping away. I noted that in the event I return, I will order this again without hesitation. For my main course, I had Tropical Salmon. It was just like every other grilled salmon I’ve had only this was served elegantly.

After a hearty meal, Arlyn and Jen had to run to their dates so me and Reb walked our meal off and eventually headed to Starbucks. Enjoying my peppermint mocha, he talked about his life while he smoked, who he is and what makes him happy. Me on the other hand, talked about my frustrations at work and how I feel my life is going round in circles. With our little conversation, I learned that Reb is very smart, kind and a good listener. Some of the things that came out of his mouth are pretty quotable and I like that he never diminishes my problems as useless fits of the sullen.

He did not keep me long. We parted before midnight and I was happy to realize that in that little window of interlude, I got my reprieve.

A week later it was time to meet with my best friend Ayie. It was a long time coming given that both of us are buried neck deep with work. However, both of us could not keep it off anymore; we needed to celebrate me and Mona’s birthday (do the math: a week before = me. A week after = Mona). We met at my building then commuted to Shangri-La and took a beeline to Claw Daddy. We had corn for appetizers and immediately picking it off its cob, we jumped to each others updates. Laughing and swapping funny stories we then ordered pepperoni and cheese pizza, rustic carbonara, two glasses of 7 Up and a HUGE Thypoon Shelter Deep Crab that nearly broke the budget.

It was a blast eating with our hands and taking pictures with our huge bib (just like when you eat lobsters). But we soon realized that as much as we’d like to devour everything, we can only eat as much. So after an hour, we called for our bill (that topped all my bills for all eat out I’ve had in my entire life) and had the rest packed so I can take them home. Then we walked it off (I went to Powerbooks to grab a Marcus Sedwick novel and she went to the hardware). When we could not find any nice clothes to buy, I took out our movie tickets and asked her if we can already go so we can still watch the movie trailers.

Eating our Singapore Sling and Rum chocolates, I remembered how thankful I am for having her around. That even if we barely see each other, the few times we do are marked with genuine friendship and the familiarity never wanes. I met her when I was around seven or eight years old, after that we’ve been inseparable.

This is what keeps me calm, what keeps me sane and what keeps me grounded. The little interludes that tells me I was not born to slave away in the corporate world but to live. Live a life that can never be compared to a zombie. And when I write I get to untangle my thoughts and remove it from the violent hours I so intensely fight.

Yes, to write is to remember but to write can also be to forget … the things that are not important.

A Good Friday

I’m a fairly good girl. When I’m at work, I would like to believe that I am zoned. So I don’t get side swept by other things not related to work. But a sudden surge of mischievousness on a languid Friday drove me to cut work time short and head to the Shangri-La Mall.

I am in the middle of my airline training and so far I am faring well but in all honesty I feel like a thin butter spread over a loaf of bread. Although I’ve given my commitment to finish this whole thing, I cannot deny the roaring voice in my head to just, how shall I say it? Chill. This sealed my decision to ditch drudgery and provide myself its much-needed leave.

Hence the mall.

The objective was to get me new shoes, new purse, new top, and perhaps a new book.  I dragged myself around to all my favourite boutique and found it rather hard to choose amongst extensive unexciting designs.  Soon after, I picked up a book by Neil Gaiman and new shoes.  Try as I may, I can’t seem to find a fill for the other things on my list.  Concluding my hunt, I grabbed myself a tall glass of lemonade and a Pesto Pizza.

Sitting at the restaurant enjoying my early dinner and my new book, a message came in from some friends setting up a touch base for Iron Man. So far, my Friday is becoming just how I wanted it to be – good food, great book and a movie.  After confirming our plans for our Friday night, I went up to the theatre to get our seats reserved for the 7:15pm screening and again I leisurely walked around hoping I can find the perfect bag to replace my faithful but aged one.

I wanted to get the oversized once with lots of pockets inside and out.  I want to be able to stuff everything I have inside so I do not have to haul a nuisance such as a paper bag for my other things.  I tried to convince myself with one of Bayo’s pricey totes but my taste seems to condescend my buying impulse therefore abandoning my retail addiction. I went ahead and jumped to the other item on my list.

Although I have enough blouse to wear for other people not to realize that I’ve worn it again, I still felt the need to have one more. Well, what’s a girl to do?  Sifting after hangers and hangers, I realized that this might not be my day for my other provisions.  Seeing the time, I went and met with Det and Pinky for our movie date. The commercials before the movie are necessary for me, so I left my friends at the concessionaire to get us a pop corn.  Shortly the movie starts, we got swallowed by the darkness and got lost in the film.

The night was still young so me, the girls and a surprise companion headed to Starbucks for some sweets and catching up.  Eventually when one of us started yawning, we grabbed a cab and went home spent and happy.

A shower and fresh PJs, I whispered to myself as I slowly dozed off “Thanks for a good Friday although I’m not such a good girl.”