Saccharine Irony

This site is a compilation of fluid thoughts, a collection of poetry, random glimpses of humor and tragedy, spontaneous notions of an extremely sensitive mind.

Only in the Philippines November 25, 2008

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It is only in the Philippines that Christmas trees are put up as early as November, in anticipation of the holidays. After Halloween, we started shopping around for Christmas-y stuffs to fill the house with, and within two weeks, the ubiquitous pine tree was dressed up in flowers, silver orbs, and lights. With the Philippines being a tropical country, we can only do with plastic pine trees, though. Well, this one looks beautiful enough but I bet real pine trees smell better.



Happy Burpday Maya! November 24, 2008

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with the birthday girl


It was Ella Maya’s birthday last Friday, on the 21st, but we only got around to celebrating it on the 23rd, a Sunday. She treated us (Mae, Lenlen, and myself) out to pizza, fish and fries, and cold drinks at Cafe Macumba, then bought us delicious orange margaritas at M2. 🙂 Happy Birthday, girl!



with Maeya this time


frozen orange margaritas




Musical Prose November 23, 2008

Filed under: Faves,Love — Aimee @ 4:46 am
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I Miss You



To see you when I wake up

Is a gift I didn’t think could be real.

To know that you feel the same as I do,

Is a three-fold Utopian dream.

You do something to me that I can’t explain

So would I be out of line if I said,

I miss you.

I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine

You have only been gone ten days, but already I am wasting away.

I know I’ll see you again

whether far or soon.

But I need you to know that I care

and I miss you.





Meet me in outer space

We could spend the night

watch the earth come up.

I’ve grown tired of that place;

won’t you come with me?

We could start again.

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do.

How do you do it?

It’s better than I ever knew.

Meet me in outer space.

I will hold you close,

if you’re afraid of heights.

I need you to see this place,

it might be the only way that

I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do.

How do you do it?

It’s better than I ever knew.

You are stellar.


Bottomless November 19, 2008

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I think my dog, Raffie, has an appetite problem. He seems to eat anything that resembles a bone, or anything that strikes him as edible, no matter how gross. No, he is not underfed, in fact he eats as often as we do. His food basin is always full with whatever is cooking in the kitchen or stored in the fridge. I feed him viand and rice on weekdays, and special gourmet treats on weekends.

If we are having lasagna, he has plate of it too, and if we are having fruit salad for dessert, he’ll wag his tail until he’s had his own share. He even eats bananas and devours apples. Raffie is actually a cross between a poodle and a pug.

He hates any kind of commercial dog food though, so we stopped buying him any of those processed stuffs by the time he grew a few inches. When he came to us, given by an acquaintance, he was like a handful of puffy clouds, so tiny he could hide in the narrow space between the wall and the bookshelf.

That time, his ex-master had been feeding him dog food and Yakult, which he very rarely touched. When mom began to give him fried chicken, rice, and meatballs, he was hooked. He would have none of the commercially-processed fares. Shortly he gained a few inches, and then more. His puffiness disappeared, he grew less round, but he still had his thick fur and extra-bushy tail.

Well, back to the appetite problem. It seems that Raffie could not stop eating, although this does not happen too often. But when he launches on his weird eating habits, it just freaks us out. He chews on soft paper and grass, bites on a ball of stocking which he mistakes for soft bone, and scrapes moss off the walls with his mouth.

One morning, my mother saw him vomit saliva and a small, shapeless stone. By the time he ‘s done puking, he resumes running through the lawn as if nothing happened. Due to his reckless eating habits, he now wanders through the house with a chain attached to his collar, so I can easily yank him away from whatever his taste buds are currently fancying.

Perhaps if I start ignoring him, he’ll stop. Pets can be fun, but they’re huge work, too.


Dreaming About Crepes November 16, 2008

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One of my favorite desserts/breakfast fares are crepes. I like them with almost anything: cheese, ham, mushrooms, sweet corn, tuna flakes, bacon, and sausages. For dessert, mangoes, chocolate, strawberry, and cream all make excellent fillings. I have yet to try the Nutella crepe and the rest of the fruit variety at Le Crepe but I can already say I’m a crepe convert.


Mango Crepe from Le Crepe

For the longest time, pancakes were my best friend. I can cook pancakes straight out of a box of ready-made pancake mix and I can also make them from scratch: flour, eggs, milk, and extra virgin olive oil. Mom has a pancake maker which I use often, especially on days when I can’t find a non-stick pan. I love topping pancakes with almost anything, strawberries particularly, and thick, gooey chocolate sauce. My chocolate sauce is made from both bittersweet and semi-sweet dark chocolate, folded in with cream and powdered sugar. These pancake toppings make excellent day starters and even mouth-watering meriendas.

Well, I may be a crepe convert but pancakes, no doubt, are easier to make. Until I master crepe making, I shall be whipping up pancakes from my Mom’s kitchen and devouring crepes from cafes and mall kiosks 🙂


Thank You Sis! November 5, 2008

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Post-Birthday Shindig November 2, 2008

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Two days after my birthday, the besties- Sora, Marshie, Estee, and myself- met up for the annual birthday get-together. Since our busy skeds never permit us to meet up on the actual dates of our respective birthdays, it has become a tradition for us to celebrate our birthdays together over dinner, conversation, and gift-trading, once each year.

If I remember correctly, we have been doing this since high school. Over the years, the friendship may have reached a standstill, however it never fizzled out. It’s a riot every time we get together, and it makes me think that the years will never mellow us down. If truth be told, crazy girls will always be crazy girls 😀