Goddess, I Am.

The past few days has seen me practically bedridden with bronchitis. It’s a pain, really. The coughing spasms are nasty, the medicines, even nastier. And it’s nowhere near over, unfortunately. It would’ve been nice if I could get away with reading in bed all day while being waited on hand and foot by The Husband, but no, the ever present deadlines were breathing down my neck, unimpressed by my current predicament.

You’d think, though, that my affliction would’ve taken over my diet pills‘ work and shaved off an inch or two from my waistline, but no such luck there. I blame it on Fudge, a not-so new restaurant in A.S. Fortuna that I tried with The Family, fell in love with, and now frequent like it’s our freakin’ kitchen.

Here’s why:

The Menu

(Literally) Garlic Bread

Zuri, my favorite
(pork in creamy sauce and mushrooms served with hash browns)

Cheesecake Delight
(And yes, it really was delightful!)

I’m scared to order this because I’ll probably eat it whole!

I’m off to bed before ‘em hunger pangs start taking over. And I have a date with the nebulizer (which is supposed to be for asthma, but what the hell, it helps).

P.S. I can now do lomo on Photoshop. Yey for me! (Lame.)

Everyone knows I’m quite the Apple fan girl. I honestly think Steve Jobs is one of the most awesome figureheads the world has produced since Julius Caesar and Octavian/Augustus, and Apple gadgets are the best things since Roman architecture.

Still, this doesn’t mean that I own Apple stuff aplenty. Most people would be surprised to know that apart from Octavian (my Macbook Pro), an Apple remote, and a grubby old iPod Classic, I don’t own any other Apple gadget at all. I don’t own an iPhone, for one, all because I find the price too exorbitant for my taste. Neither do I own a Magic Mouse because I just don’t have any use for it.

Now I wouldn’t mind spending so much on a gadget, if I knew I can – and will – get the maximum mileage out of it, like poor Octavian, my meal ticket. An iPhone, on the other hand, is about as useful to me as a natural colon cleanser, and I could not, for the life of me, be made to shell out nearly half a month’s salary on one. Oh, I came close many, many times, yes, but my delicate (haha) sensibilities always got the better of me each time.

And I’m thanking all my lucky stars for my good sense (haha) now that the iPad is out. Many people are running it down for being just a big iPhone or iPod Touch, but for me, it was love at first sight. This is the reason why I never did get the Kindle or the iPhone or the iPod Touch. I suppose in my own way, I knew Apple was going to come out with something that would have everything I ever wanted in a gadget, and the iPad is IT.

It’s the PERFECT size for an ebook reader (at least, for me). It has email and music and video. It can do documents and spreadsheets with reasonably priced iWork apps. From what I’ve seen so far, browsing is a joy, as well as gaming. Apple really outdid itself with the multitouch. Best of all, the price is actually reasonable, considering it’s Apple. And if you take the time to compare the overall benefits with that of the iPhone, you’ll find that the iPad is more worth its price tag.

On the downside, it’s not widescreen, which makes it a no-go for serious hi-def movie fan boys like The Husband (I had to endure another lecture on aspect ratios and stuff while he argued his point). Flash support is non-existent. Typing can be potentially cumbersome if you’re not in the right position, but I find that can be easily fixed with the iPad case (I’m hoping it comes with the package). It does seem impossible to use when you’re walking or standing upright, though.

Oh, it doesn’t have a camera, too, which is a negligible omission in my opinion. Just imagine trying to take a picture with it, ugh! But the name . . . Really, couldn’t they come up with a better name than iPad? It sounds like a freakin’ tampon.

For me, however, the pros definitely outweigh the cons, and the iPad is as good as sold in my book. The iPad might not be for everyone, but it’s definitely for me. I read A LOT and I read quickly, so this means I won’t have to take 20-odd books with me when I’m traveling. I can check my email and edit documents quickly if my boss needs me to when I’m away from Octavian. It’s so skinny, I can easily stuff it in a handbag. And the 10-hour battery life means I will never, ever be bored again – or at least, I won’t have any reason to be.

Oh, April can’t come quickly enough! I will, of course, do my best not to cave in and get the wifi one in March, instead of waiting another 30 days for the one with both wifi and 3G. Hopefully, I can pick up a 32 or 64GB on my Singapore trip. I think I shall name Octavian’s new best friend Agrippa, after the real Octavian’s real best friend.

Know more about the iPad here, if you haven’t already.

Update: So the 3G version needs a ‘micro’ SIM. For the moment, none of the Philippine telecom providers have this technology. It looks like I really might be going for the wifi model, after all.

Since I got married, I’ve developed a strange, mounting obsession with home furniture. That’s right! Beds, armchairs, tables, shelves, lamps – you name it, I want it. And because I believe IKEA is the furniture Mecca, I am therefore, obsessed with IKEA by extension.

Today, I am sick with a nasty sore throat AND a really, really bad toothache. I am cranky, headache-y, and extremely unhappy. So to cheer myself up somewhat, I spent the afternoon poking through the 2010 IKEA catalogue. And like vitamins to the soul, this did the trick:

I’m off to Singapore in April with The Family, and I’m dying to get one of these then. The only question is how on earth am I going to take the whole thing home, all the way to Cebu? Here’s hoping that the joint baggage allowance of 5 people (and a baby) will let me. I swear, I’ll go naked, if Cebu Pacific will only let me.

On a side note, guess what I found?

Yes, it looks like my lamp is really from IKEA after all. Or more accurately, it is an ÅRSTID table lamp, sans the little dangling chain.

FYI, CAMG in Parkmall carries most of the lamps in the catalogue, albeit at slightly higher prices.

No matter how far you’ve gone,

it’s always a comfort to know

that some things will always remind you where you came from.

Note: I’ve always loved the look of lomo. I had a rare free day, so I thought I’d give it a try. It was a lot easier than I thought, thanks to a Gimp lomo script that I found. (Yes, I use Gimp.)

I’m now trying to teach myself Photoshop (it’s about time, I know), so I can go beyond my little lomo script. One of my new goals is to finish this list.

When we joined the IT Park Christmas Nights bazaar a month ago, the experience was nothing short of stellar. Everyone was so nice, from the customers to the organizers to the exhibitors. We got along well with our neighbors, helped each other out regularly, and even gave each other discounts. We had fun and found the whole bazaar thing such a great experience that we didn’t think twice about joining this month’s Sinulog bazaar.

The second time, however, is definitely not a charm. Sales are a bit low because people are too engrossed with the Sinulog revelry to think about shopping. We’ve had really bad weather practically all week, so the exhibition area has been constantly wet and muddy, and we even had to close 3 hours early on Friday night because the rain pummeled the tents quite badly. Worst of all, we somehow ended up with the next-door neighbors from hell (or at least, from China).

Since day one, they’ve done nothing but complain. First, it was our flooring; they claimed it went through our side of the wall to theirs (it didn’t). Days later, it was the life-sized tarp of my best friend, Aileen, who happens to be Innuendo‘s image model. They claimed that it was blocking their display when it was definitely within our boundaries (even the organizers agreed with us).

They kept at it for days, attacking my poor cousin who was manning the booth incessantly and even kicking the tarp stand! The way they were carrying on, you’d think they were selling awesome stuff like ipods or eggcups, but no, they were hawking cheap silver jewelry.

But I digress. It all came to a head last night when The Husband confronted them about it. When he asked them what their problem was, they started yelling and gesticulating madly in broken English. Then one of them started pulling on our tarp, and almost tore it off! I then told him off, and he advanced towards me like he was going to hit me. So The Husband yelled at him and told him that if he does that again, he (The Husband) was going to tread on his head. I pulled him away, told him to calm down, and he turned his back on them because I told him to just walk away.

Next thing I knew, said Chinaman grabbed one of those plastic Monobloc stools and hit The Husband on the head. The Husband grabbed him in a headlock while the other Chinaman joined the fray. By this time, the whole force of the brawl propelled all 3 men, like, 50 feet away from where it started – all within 10 seconds or less.

Now, these Chinamen are both rather short and scrawny, so The Husband handled them fairly easily. I was half-expecting them start going all Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon on The Husband, but really, the whole brawl just looked a bit like a couple of tiny hyenas trying to fight a tiger.

It was over as quickly as it started. Guys from the other stalls and some customers broke up the fight. The organizers came over and tried to sort things out. Naturally, two rather different versions of the story were heard from our side and from theirs (and their 2 skanky girlfriends/wives). They were going to be moved to another stall, but unfortunately, none of the other exhibitors were keen on moving, so we’re going to have to live with them for another week.

The Husband ended up with a couple of bumps on his head that are now thankfully gone and a banged up knuckle where he hit one of ‘em Chinamen’s teeth (said Chinaman was seen inspecting a loose tooth later). We called the cops, but they wouldn’t come after the fact, believe it or not. We were going to go in and file a complaint with the police, anyway, but the organizers begged us not to, saying it was going to give the bazaar bad publicity, blah blah blah. By this time, we were all exhausted, so we decided to just settle for an apology.

If one good thing came out of this whole mess, it’s that the organizer has told them that we can display the tarp all we want, as long as it’s not beyond 20 inches of our wall, so I daresay that we won’t be hearing any more crap from them within the next few days. Funnily enough, we haven’t even used those 20 inches because we were actually being considerate about their display, but because of this incident, we’re definitely going to use all our 20 inches now. Ahhh, the stupidity of the human race.

Still, I wish none of these ever happened. I hate it when The Husband fights. Why can’t men just talk? The excess of manliness is way too much for my sensibilities.