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awww...

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 14:38:00 +0000

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how to make a Marichelle

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 28 Jan 2011 00:12:00 +0000

Servings:

Original recipe yields one (1) serving

You will need:

1 bottle of Red Bull Energy Drink

3 tablespoons of ground coffee beans

1 French press

Milk and sugar, to taste

Directions:

Place the ground coffee beans into the French press; add hot water.
Stir the coffee beans, and then leave it to brew for about 5 minutes.
Press the plunger to trap the coffee beans to the the bottom of the French press.
Pour contents into a mug.
Add milk and sugar to taste.
Pour the entire contents of the Red Bull Energy Drink into your coffee.
Stir and enjoy.

The Marichelle is best served chilled.

Warning: Marichelle may cause severe palpitations or anxiety attacks in some adults. Limit to only one serving per day.

addict much?

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 00:51:00 +0000

I remember a few days back, we had lunch over at Cafe Laguna with my friends. I looked over at the next table, and I noticed this guy: he was maybe 30-ish, he ate alone (and hurriedly, it seemed), and while he was eating, he had his laptop open and he was typing something there.

So, I thought: hmmm.. working lunch, huh? He must have such a busy and hectic life.

And then I really thought nothing of it, and even forgot about him when, as I excused myself to go to the restroom, I passed by his table and happened to glance over at his open laptop. You know? That thing I said where I thought he was so very busy?

HE WAS FACEBOOKING, Y'ALL.

Mygedd.

song of the week: season of love

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 16:13:00 +0000

Shiny Toy Guns is an indie rock/electronica band from L.A., California. Season of Love is from their second album, Season of Poison.

The song may be a tad too girly for your taste, but that's just how I like it. :D

how to teach your kids to behave

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 07:24:00 +0000

#wheniwaslittle I really, truly believed in a Santa Claus. Damn straight I tried to be nice come christmastime! #howmyparentsfooledme

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time-turner!

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 07:52:00 +0000

Remember Hermione's thingamajig in Harry Potter & The Prisoner of Azkaban?

I NEED THAT.

RIGHT ABOUT NOW.

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these are not synonyms

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 05:50:00 +0000

You're wrong, Laura Pausini. Loneliness is NOT solitudine.

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tired of being terrified

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 11:02:00 +0000

Sometimes I wish I were a ghost, because then my only purpose in life would be to scare the shit out of people.

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these dreams

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 08:21:00 +0000

Last night, I dreamt a question mark grabbed me from behind, and then an exclamation point bopped me 3 times on the head.

(Metaphorical) inception much??

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stupidity brought to you by gelatissimo

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 05:44:00 +0000

Double shot affogato=not possible.

Single shot affogato=150.

Double shot espresso (110) + 1 scoop ice cream (95) = double shot affogato.

DUH.

(really, gelatissimo. you need to educate your baristas.)

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just asking

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 17:18:00 +0000

i wonder why the first letter of a sentence should be capitalized. isn't the period, question mark, or exclamation point from the preceding sentence an indication enough that a sentence has just ended? ergo, the next one is, of course, another sentence (or phrase or what-have-you).

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rush!

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 02:13:00 +0000

Woke up frickin late again, and had to rush like mad to the office. So of course my earrings didn't match. ^_^

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it's all about the scorn

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 12:01:00 +0000

She's got venom in her blood, and she won't rest until you've been had. #hellhathnofury

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how to enjoy eclipse (the movie)

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 01:52:00 +0000

Down a few beers just before the show, and then during the movie, be LOUDLY interactive with the characters. (At least, that's what the boyf did. I dunno if I should be chagrined or just plain amused. hahha)

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the office

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 12:10:00 +0000

The Help team a few cubes away renders acoustic versions of Zombie and Linger. Just another day at the office.

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to our langging-pangging

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 14:02:00 +0000

Dear Eve,

When you’re big enough to read this, I’m sure you won’t remember me as that Aunt who visited you when you were still one year old. By then, you’ll probably know me as that crazy Aunt who unceremoniously pops up for dinner without warning, carrying two bottles of wine – one for the rest of the family and another one for herself.

So, yeah, you probably won’t remember me as that Aunt whom, to the surprise of everyone in the house, you consented to be cuddled, and that you fell asleep in her arms the first day you meet.

What a beautiful experience that was, Eve. That day, your Dad and Kuyas fetched me at the airport, which was a good one-hour drive away from your home. I felt both excited and anxious to meet you; excited because this would be our first meeting, and anxious because I had a feeling you won’t like me at all.

You see, your Kuya Brus didn’t like me the first time we met, so I was pretty sure you’d be the same, too. Even your Mom warned me beforehand: when her friends tried to hold you? You had a hissy fit, and would not let them come touch you.

When I arrived, you had just woken up from your nap, and traces of sleep had not yet left your eyes. I remember you stared intently at me for a good second or two, your brows furrowed, as if you were thinking: “Now who is this girl, and what is she doing in my house?”

So imagine all our surprise when, a few minutes later, I ventured approaching you, holding out my arms, and you JUST WILLINGLY GAVE YOURSELF TO ME. Your mom and I were both so shocked we just stared at each other, and I did not dare move, for fear that you might realize what you just did, and then start wailing. Thankfully, you didn’t.

You even fell asleep while you were in my arms.

And even though, minutes later, my arms were literally screaming with pain (because you’re really heavy for a little lady), I sucked it up and held you as long as I could.

I know our time together was not enough (well, it may never be enough), but seeing you with your brothers, I just know you’ll do fine. You’re our only baby girl, and, they may seem to be overprotective of you, but that’s just because they love you. (I know. The men in our family have a funny way of showing their love, sometimes.)

Just the mere sight of you seeming to be in pain, just the mere peep of your cry, or that hiccupy thing you do that tells us you are about to cry, your Dad and Kuyas go and trip over themselves trying to comfort you.

I know I can’t ever hope to be your best friend, Eve, because hello? WE’RE HALF A WORLD AWAY. But know that whenever you need someone to talk to, or someone to convince your brothers to leave you alone – hey, I’m always here. :)

We love you, langging-pangging.

hey you

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 25 Jun 2010 03:32:00 +0000

Go ahead, fill your Facebook page with what are obviously copied lines from the internet. So I can continue to laugh at your lame shout-outs. IDIOT.

~~~~~~~~~

Before we got back together, I told him he'd be better off with you, because you're obviously crazy about him. But he chose to be with me. Ambot, girl, pang-katre lang jud siguro ka. ;p

~~~~~~~~~

If he meets with you only during the odd hours of the night and you've never been to the mall with him, then I'm sorry sweetie, BUT YOU'RE ONLY A PINCUSHION.

oh, glee

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 15:14:00 +0000

They say watching glee is like watching porn:

you won't care about the plot or the lousy acting,

you just wanna watch the good parts.

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insignificance equals bitterness

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 23 Jun 2010 02:36:00 +0000

If you're dating a guy and you know you're not his priority, yet you allow it to happen, then you can't help but be bitter about it.

And your bitterness will always show.

(jejemoned in twitter to fit into the 140-char limit. haha)

them basketball playas

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Sun, 20 Jun 2010 05:13:00 +0000

posted in facebook:

if only basketball players would go back to wearing their tiny short shorts, then i wouldn't mind slow-mo playbacks. at all.

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first impressions last

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Sat, 05 Jun 2010 03:08:00 +0000

posted in facebook:

my first impression of you when you first friended me on facebook: "kang kinsa maning mama??" sorry, girl, i didn't know you were still in your mid-twenties.

also? now that i think about it: you do look like our househelp a few years back. that's why you looked familiar, and i accepted your friend request.

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oh, hey

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 10:13:00 +0000

Every time someone calls me a bitch, I consider it as a compliment and my heart swells with pride.

So, thanks for making my day, LOSER!

(hahahahahha pildi ang masuko! :p)

damn straight i'm an island girl

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Fri, 14 May 2010 06:01:00 +0000

You can take the girl out of the island,
but you can't take the island out of the girl.
(viva taga-isla!)

num num num

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Wed, 12 May 2010 21:58:00 +0000

posted in twitter:

dark chocolate covered espresso beans = what dreams are made of. OM NOM NOM

you're on your way there

noreply@blogger.com (caffeinated muse) — Sun, 09 May 2010 12:25:00 +0000

I watch

in morbid fascination

as you gradually transform

into an emotional trainwreck.