a girl from oz

I'm a Filipino diplomat brat who is Chicago-born and Australia-raised. I like good coffee, loud music and pretty people.

My pancakes don’t come from a box, my whipped cream doesn’t come from a can. When I have a few extra minutes in the morning, I love making my own breakfast. View high resolution

My pancakes don’t come from a box, my whipped cream doesn’t come from a can. When I have a few extra minutes in the morning, I love making my own breakfast.

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In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

- Lewis Carroll,  Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There

[photo via All Things Amazing]


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definatalie:

fullcaffeine:

crashinglybeautifulbenjaminhiltsliquidnight:

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream—
Lingering in the golden gleam—
Life, what is it but a dream?

- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There

[photo via All Things Amazing]

She’s got an old, shoulder-padded soul

Last Sunday’s thrifting excursion yielded a stained glass votive holder, an antique chair with a yellow cushion, a huge (HUGE), light-up globe that still has the USSR on it and a small bell jar with a cork stopper that, once opened, smells instantly of old lady: flowers… powder… and the feel of warm, musty closet.

Oh, I got a silk dress, too. A military-cut olive green one with shoulder pads pinned inside. Even without the pads it looks very Working Girl 80s and I can’t wait to wear it tomorrow to the office, complete with Mom’s old Anne Klein safari print scarf and my clunky suede wedges that are not all too comfortable to walk in. But oh how they rock.

Greta aka Tweaker, the familiar who has attached itself to me. I have never understood what cat love is all about. I’m a dog-lover from the islands now living in the forest with a couple of cats. I think I’m doing it wrong. Photo by Matt Warburton. View high resolution

Greta aka Tweaker, the familiar who has attached itself to me. I have never understood what cat love is all about. I’m a dog-lover from the islands now living in the forest with a couple of cats. I think I’m doing it wrong. Photo by Matt Warburton.

Magnus “Cat Butt” the Grey, photo by Matt Warburton. I don’t much like cats, as you all know, but they sure do photograph well. View high resolution

Magnus “Cat Butt” the Grey, photo by Matt Warburton. I don’t much like cats, as you all know, but they sure do photograph well.

I made red velvet cupcakes with white chocolate cream cheese frosting. Yum. View high resolution

I made red velvet cupcakes with white chocolate cream cheese frosting. Yum.

Here and back again

What was it about winter that put a stop to my Tumblr postings? A quick chat this afternoon with an old colleague from Manila brought me back to my senses:

"Where’s that diary thing of yours, I miss reading it."

Spring is here after a long winter that covered everything I was just getting to know in thick blankets of snow. It’s all gone now, revealing a bigger and wider and brighter world I’m starting to, slowly, grow to like. I’ve come to acquire the hardy skin of a Midwesterner, basking in 40-degree weather as happily as if I was at the beach, skipping the coat or sweater and, on some days, even going bare-legged. Work is going extremely well and I thank my lucky stars daily. I love my apartment, my hardy wagon, runs to Costco and the charming scene downtown.

Who knew that I’d end up as an ambassador of sorts for the sleepy city of Omaha? Low unemployment, friendly laid back people, low costs of living for the space you get… and house parties that bring me straight back to my college days at UP.

Some things never change.

Wayland and Gunner at Sean’s house. Photo by Matt Warburton. View high resolution

Wayland and Gunner at Sean’s house. Photo by Matt Warburton.

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