Just as I consider my year a book, a bestselling one at that, and so I need characters, characters to complete my story.

CHARACTERS will be a collection of people who are close to my heart and are stamping their mark in my 2012.

Let’s start with him.

Just how I like my friends, slightly mentally retarded.
I have to babysit them once in a while.

Who: Enoc

What: A former student turned alipin turned super friend and future lover boy (in Lorina’s dreams… mabubugnot na naman si Enoc nito. Ahahahahahahaha)

Where: Our story started last November, 2003 when he danced otso-otso Β just to be accepted in Psy 1.

Where: OUR-SR, that’s the room.

How: The friendship began when he added me in Friendster and started sending me long messages. O umamin ka. Wag mong ideny. Humaling na humaling ka lang sa mga kalokohan ko dati. And I am sure ipapaalala mo na naman ang walang kamatayang “I look into your eyes… so far away…”

Why: Enoc has been a great friend through and through. He has been a household name. My Dad and Mom knows him. When I come home late and I tell them I met up with Enoc, my Mom will just say “Lumandi ka na nama.” Enoc’s dentists are my brother and sister-in-law. My sister is Enoc’s greatest fan sa kalokohan. My closest friends like Oliver love Enoc to bits. Enoc can knock sense in my head and make me see things in a different perspective. He may look like somebody who talks nonsense and he really is. Joke! He is one of my friends who needs no warming up, who can make me laugh just because of his natural antics, who can talk about the most mundane to the most philosophical things, who can walk with you literally and figuratively and who can be called a friend for keeps. I don’t know what made our friendship work but we are just like that. I don’t have any “ignoble fear” that we will lose each other in this lifetime. Chos! E di kainin mo! Sobrang init kaya. Ayan o! Basahin mo!

Our recent pictures together.

The tried and tested formula of a wonderful Enoc-Leslee experience:

1. Good food.

2. Good book.

2. Great conversation.

Dumayo pa talaga ng Cubao!
A nice eggplant lasagna that we inhaled in an instant.
And a house pizza with scary onion rings.
Outside the run-down Bellinis owned by a perky Italian who was willing to “hawi” the curtains just to make sure we have a nice photo. And I just have to notice na naghuhumiyaw ang balakang ko. Nakakaloka!
Pero ito talaga ang dahilan ng lahat.

An Incoherent Random Post

I have been here in Sydney the last couple of days and has been working my ass off for I don’t know why.

Yes, I don’t know why.

I am amazed that people can work almost the whole 24 waking hours and do the exact same thing the following day, or if there is a following day for them since it seems they don’t sleep at all.

I am amazed at what keeps them motivated to work very very hard day in and day out. It is not that they are going to get hungry if suddenly they juts decide to drop everything and just make do with what they have now because for sure that will be more than enough for them to survive.

I am amazed that they never get tired and their passion to make every second count is very evident in everything they do.

I wonder what makes them happy.

I wonder what they do on their free time.

Actually, I kind of know. They barely have free time. I think going to the bathroom, taking a shower and eating (sometimes this doesn’t count at all since they still work during meals) are luxuries for them as they get a breather from the endless tasks they still need to do.

I wonder what is their philosophy about work, money, life.

Observing people and seeing our differences made me learn more about myself, my work ethics, my philosophy, my take on life.

I work because it gives me a sense of identity, it pays for my bills, it provides me opportunity to share my knowledge, it becomes an avenue for me to meet new people and consider some of them friends, it provides me opportunity to improve myself and it lets me conquer my fears.

I am blessed to have my work now as what I always hear from friends and family members. I agree with them. But more than the perks of travelling for free, living from one hotel to another, being invited to dine out in places I won’t dare go and pay myself, I am more grateful with the lessons this job has allowed me to realize. Lessons I wouldn’t have learned if I didn’t throw caution to the wind and try something new.

I love my work and I am forever thankful for the opportunities it has given me.

But my work doesn’t own me. That has always been my philosophy.

But for others it seems it does.

Funniest Mom Moment (yet)

Ang magkamukha

About 3 weeks ago, my Mom got crazy and started chasing my sister and me in the kitchen.

No, she didn’t go bonkers because we didn’t fix our bed nor because we never helped her in the household chores (though that’s another story).

She was running after us because she wants a KISS.


Imagine my and my sister’s horror of horrors when suddenly after she came out of the bathroom, she zeroed in on my sister asking if she can kiss her. “BUNSOY PAKISS”, she said.

Somebody has gone INSANE! My sister and I looked at each other and readily stood up to protect our cheeks!

My sister protected herself from my Mom’s affectionate gesture by grabbing a plate and a glass holder to cover her face as she runs round and round the kitchen table avoiding Mom’s lips. Then she told my Mom to get her dose of kiss from me which I adamantly refused by lifting a dining chair and using it to shield my face as I also run away from her.

It was hilarious seeing 3 adults going round and round the kitchen table with the plate and dining chair in tow.


To the person where we got our crazy genes, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

Grow young Mmy. We want a cool mother forever.

Greetings from the Land Down Under. πŸ™‚



O wag nang umasang may Mother’s Day Gift from Australia. You know your daughter pretty well. πŸ™‚

My Menemen

So my urge to eat Menemen pushed me to do this.

I managed to whip this last May 4.

This is how my Menemen ended up.


It is too salty I have to kill it with ketchup. Offfffff.

The ingredients
After their baptism of fire
Hindi masarap. Kaloka.
This was made by my Turkish host father and is how it is supposed to look like.

Stalking Early In The Morning

7:49 AM


I am snooping around your FB this early in the morning.

It’s not that you always update it nor is it that I haven’t memorized what’s written and posted there. I just like doing it.

And it made me smile for a reason nobody can understand except me.

Guten Morgen even if you don’t care. πŸ™‚