coming to you in three's.

(luckily, this one i got to save..)

the scientific fish.
i've always had interesting conversations with ET. most of the time though, we don't get to discuss them in detail, so a "for later" list came about. funny thing is, we never get to discuss whatever's on that "for later" list, and the more we have our conversations, the more we have "for later" topics to list down, adding one "for later" topic to another. what i have right now is a longer, growing "for later" list.


like the other day, i think. we are both pisceans. and one fish trait that we share is that we both trust our intuitions. but, this guy employs science (ok, the scientific process..whatever) to validate his intuitions. and it works! for him, at least. so i told him, between us two, he's the fish with the "scientific intuition." he liked it, so i guess he agrees with that... i think.


another thing that i thought i shared with all the other fishes in the sea - being dreamy, romantic. actually, i think my sappy notion of love and romance is more theatrical. or pocketbookish. or cinematographic. i don't think i share that with him..i haven't really inspected his gills for signs yet. thinking about it now, i don't think i share that with any fish i know..or with anyone, for that matter. hmm.. maybe it's really just me then. hehehe...


anyway, the latest addition to the "for later" list: "decreasing impulsiveness could lessen the kilig factor." he asked me to note that one. so i took out my real-world notebook journal and wrote it. when i reminded him that the list was getting longer, he said that we should make it a point to discuss the topics in the "for later" list.


and so the note to that other note was noted.


when it rains, it pours like thunderstorm.
i've seen that for some of my friends, this is so true for their dating stats. i would have made a testimonial on this one 9 or 10 years ago, the prime of my dating career...if i may call it that. but, i burrowed through my forest of hiatal love, vowed to stay incarcerated for prision mayor, at least, and test the waters only when the sharks have all been fed.

i got bored.

so now, i'm out again. waiting for a thunderstorm...and until that cute crazy sexy funny smart guy(otherwise known as that guy i will love and love me back forever) appears from wherever, i guess i'll just enjoy getting wet in the rain.

hopefully i don't get struck by lightning or pneumonia.


gastronomical.
it always feels good to go back to your roots.
and so yesterday, i rekindled my love affair with my adobo, the first dish that i learned how to cook.

i missed her. i don't exactly remember the last time i tasted her on my lips. but i know it had been a while. i missed the smell of sweet garlic on my fingers. it had a masculine scent to it, that perfectly complimented the femininity of my chicken. touching tender legs, breasts, soaked in soysauce, vinegar...i missed that terribly. but i guess it's hard to forget something as sensual, delicious as that. i made a mean adobo last night. uhm. definitely satisfying.

and then there's strawberry fruitella. again. i bought two packs the last time. it didnt last an hour.

and then there might be a feast tonight. we'll see. :)