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Personal Website Extraordinaire: Tuloy Po Kayo!
You have reached the personal website of Sugar, who normally doesn't refer to herself in third-person. This website is an extension of myself -- my home away from home. A place to store memories, a way to find me. What differentiates this from other personal websites I've created is the timing of its conceptualization.
This personal website is about my rebirth. The new ME explored and unraveled.
"I have an ego, but it's kept in place. This website isn't about that 3-letter 'E' word. I have no illusions about my imperfections. I do not deny that I can be a complete mess. I am a spoiled brat, self-absorbed, moody, and vain. I can be very picky about what to eat, what to wear, who to befriend.
I have a weird laugh. I pretend to remember people even though I have no idea who they are. I can be clumsy, careless, and walk horribly in high heels. I am such a crybaby. I can't cook and even burn water. I don't fall in love easily with a man, but when I do, I tend to fall so deep it's sickening. Still, I have my upsides that make people either love me, like me, pretend to like me, or stalk me."
Come Explore Every Nook And Cranny
I'm a genuine pack rat and have a tendency to hold on to things for as long as I can -- that old beat-up teddy bear I had as kid, a movie stub from a date, hair clippings from my child's first haircut, that size 0 jeans from when it still fit me -- objects that I can usually associate an emotion, a feeling, a place or a person I want to remember forever, you can bet it's in my scrapbook, or in a box somewhere at the top shelf of my closet, or right here on a website blatantly exposed to family, friends, enemies, strangers, electronic spider programs, and other passers-by.
This personal website is filled with treasures and junk alike, some pages very explicit about what you will find on there, others not so. To you, this may all seem like a bunch of useless information strewn together and projected on an aesthetically-pleasing website -- names, places, numbers that hold no meaning for you. To me, every word, every picture on this website is a memory. It's everything in between the air I breathe and the moments I seek.
If you haven't already done so, please take this time to , so that you may find your way back.
My Online Diary
"Dance like no one's watching, write like someone may want to read it. Love first, then live incidentally. " Come read my thoughts.
Let Us Know You Were Here
We love footprints. Leave your mark. Sign our Guestbook.
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QUICK INFO
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• What is Cornbip?
The Philippine word for the processed good, Corned Beef.
• Does Corned Beef Really Have Corn?
Corning is a form of curing; it has nothing to do with corn. The name comes from Anglo-Saxon times before refrigeration. In those days, the meat was dry-cured in coarse "corns" of salt. Pellets of salt, some the size of kernels of corn, were rubbed into the beef to keep it from spoiling and to preserve it.
• Why Cornbip?
Cornbip is a common item found in many household pantries. It's a relatively inexpensive, quick meal to serve and can be cooked in several ways that can satisfy anyone's hunger.
Although this site doesn't really have anything to do with food nor cooking, I have chosen this domain name because its contents are best served to an audience with an unfussy appetite for an eclectic mix of photos and writings.
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I Believe in Love
Marriage, we learn sooner or later, is a puzzling, ruthless process - a chemistry, a magical spell, a dance, a gamble.
To love marriage, or to want to get into that marital bond, seems like an unfashionable view these days -- it sounds a bit anxious, naive, over-eager, or a blunt lie. It's a view generally represented by the young or those newlyweds who truly believe in "for better or worse". Love sometimes turns out to be more of a living fantasy, a willful projection of all that you believe it should be, which can fade away after hovering between familiarity and disappointment for too long.
As a child, I was a princess that dreamt of that charming prince that existed somewhere and who was simply waiting for the right time for us to meet. As I grew older, (to be continued)
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