I have never been adept at staying still for long periods of time so after 3-full nights & nearly 1.5 days in bed going in and out of sleep, I’ve just about gone mad.

As such, I decided to remove myself from the confines of my room & took a nice, breezy walk over to SoHo to work on my friend’s website. [Side note : Check out his art at marcobrambilla.com. He’s absolutely amazing.]

Marco Brambilla | Flashback (Stereo), 2010

After a few hours of work, my head started to swim & I thought it best to go home & get some more shut-eye so I picked up my sickly-self & skedaddled back to my nice & comfortable apartment. Upon arriving & laying back in my bed, however, I realized that my brain would not have it.

I tossed & turned, made some tea, read a book, listened to my record player, stitched up a hole in my favorite bag, reorganized my closet, wasted time on facebook, caught up on my gReader… & nothing. I was still bored.

This is the result of that boredom.


You don’t record a cappella renditions of gospel music on your netbook’s low-res camera when running a high fever, coughing up a lung & bored to tears?

How strange.


the nation of hiber.


I’ve decided to be a good girl for the weekend. My life as of late has taken a dive into new depths of crazy : strangers, dark corners, secret-rendezvous, & watching the sun come up as I’m going to bed. All of the aforementioned are acceptable on an “unusual” basis, but not when they become the norm, which sadly they have.

As such, I’ve decided that this weekend is all about hibernating, learning to say no when my mobile rings, & taking care of my poor, bruised, battered & feverish body.

Goodnight kids. I’ll see you when the sun comes up.

40 Days of Filipino.

Today marks the 1st day of Lent.

As per the norm, I’m giving up my one-true-love : the sumptuous, delicate & delicious morsels of food known as cheese.This year, however, I’m giving up dairy altogether which isn’t really all that hard considering I don’t eat milk chocolate, rarely have ice cream, & always drink soy milk. I’m sure there are many other food products out there with dairy though I usually choose not to partake for fear of upsetting my very real lactose-intolerance which has grown progressively worse as I’ve aged. So no more grilled cheeses, cheeseburgers, sandwiches, most pastas, most salads, omelettes…

I know that must sound weird, but I’m very particular with what I eat. I usually only eat things exactly the way I like it and all the aforementioned treats need to have some kind of cheese on it otherwise I’m usually not a fan. It’s kind of pathetic really. & because I’m masochistic, I of course googled images of all my favorite cheesy foods :

As you might have guessed, it’s a bit of an obsession. Ridic.

Giving up cheese does have it’s positive points (the only real negative point being that I constantly crave it & all the foods I associate with it). Since there are very few foods outside of Filipino cuisine that I like without some kind of cheese sauce, dressing or garnish—i.e. fish—I end up cooking A LOT and eating out far less. I usually end up donating the money I save from not eating out to a good foundation, school or charity.

So take note friends : if you decide to eat out with me or I invite you over for din, be prepared to spend your time eating a lot of Asian food, particularly of the Filipino sort.

I think chicken adobo might be in order for this evening. Sarah‘s picture of it on facebook.com gave me a serious craving for some home-cooked, comfort food. Doesn’t it look delicious???

Mmm… now what’s for lunch?

** Edit ** Just kidding. No meat today. Fish it is…

Animal Noises.

I have no idea why I had originally sought out to find this, but I’m absolutely fascinated.

The first time I realized that animals made different noises depending on which language you speak was during one of my various trips to the Philippines. It must have been when I was younger, because I remember complaining about the rooster who woke me every morning at 5am (I used to prefer sleeping in back then). I was explaining about the rooster to someone who worked for the house, but she spoke little English and didn’t understand what I was referring to. So then I said, “You know… cock-a-doodle-doo.” I expected her to understand immediately, but I only received a confused stare & something in her eyes definitely expressed that she thought I had gone completely bonkers.

At that time, someone walked in—an uncle, an aunt, a cousin… someone who understood me—laughing hysterically. They turned & said to me, “Nikki, I think you mean tiktilaok.” Now it was my turn to look at someone as if they were loony.

Then it dawned on me, if a rooster isn’t called the same thing in Filipino as it is English, why would the noise it makes sound the same either?

So what do other languages make of this squawking, vociferous, angry-looking creature? Here’s what I’ve found so far:

Danish: kykyliky
Dutch: kukeleku
Finnish: kukko kiekuu
French: cocorico
German: kikeriki
Greek: kikiriku/kikiriki
Hebrew: coo-koo-ri-koo
Hungarian: kukuriku
Italian: chicchirichi
Japanese: ko-ke-kok-ko-o
Portuguese: cucurucu
Russian: kukareku
Swedish: kuckeliku
Turkish: kuk-kurri-kuuu
Urdu: kuklooku

I have to say, the Philippines definitely has every language beat.


The weather outside is frightful… & unfortunately I’ve no fire that’s delightful. Boo.

Office closed early today due to the storm that’s raged throughout the city so I spent the last few hours of sunlight cocooned in my room, wrapped in a blanket with the heater on full blast. I’ve a bit of fever so I was honestly quite grateful for the half-day since my body refused to keep pace with the tasks I wanted to complete, but it’s no matter, there’s always catch-up tomorrow.

To go along with my physical illness, I’ve also caught a bit of homesickness (surprise, surprise). I’m sure it’ll pass in a few days as it always does, but I sincerely miss the ability to hop into my car, drive the 3-hours rain or shine to my parents for a weekend of full-on pamilya warmth. This also might be a reaction to the photos my lovely sister posted the other day from the mini-family reunion we had in Virginia which celebrated the 50th wedding anniversary of my great-aunt & great uncle.

Cliché as it may sound, I really do believe in the power of love (even if I cringe whilst saying so). Seeing Auntie Nani & Uncle Thomas after so many years of laughter, tears, joys & sorrows shared together made this slightly cynical, once-betrayed, closet-romantic’s heart open up a little to the possibility of finding love like that for myself.

Ha! Who knew a snowday could make so sentimental?

& since I’m on a roll with this emotional disposition… another sad love song.

salamat, b. namimis kita.