Whenever I am in New York in some Asian (can't say Oriental) market, my brother and I usually grab a few pocky sticks, two kinds, Strawberry and Chocolate, (too bad, chocolates are "yan yan"s not pocky). But so when I saw this little insert I thought ooh, mmmmm pockys. Mike would understand. Rich begged me to take this off because he thinks blogs with little inserts proclaiming what kind of person you are are not worthy of a read. But so...i have to explain why the heck a "green tea pocky" picture is here below, and now you know, it's for the yumminess and not for the classification of your one and only. Though I think I am pretty mellow and capable, and refined (BURP). Please to excuse.

Me.

what flavor pocky are you?

[c] sugardew

I was struck the other day with the thought that my photographs of childhood would one day fade away into a blur of yellows and grays, no longer holding on to the beautiful blues of the sky and reds of my skirt. It's similar to the true "I". What is the "I" and how do you define it? I would define it as memories and experiences that define you. Every few seconds our cells die and are replaced by new ones, so there are no cells that really link us to what we were in childhood. I cannot write out and explain exactly what I mean, but I do mean to write a story about it. Hopefully I wont lose track of it. So like the photographs that would fade, and not be the exact ones that they once were, we too fade from our original selves, a new entity, different, but still full of memories.

A lot of people have to remember that what is written here is mostly true with my skewed sense of writing. I have the flair for dramatics and i like to write things "slant" as good ole Emily Dickinson told us all. So if things do not occur as you remember it I would like to reiterate that this is due to my imagination. Does this show signs of good writing? It's close enough to the truth with just a few added brush strokes. Beautiful.

Moi

Oh yeah I forgot to mention that I had a great time on New Years day, or new day as I called it, hanging with my mom, Mike, Julienne and George, watching the Debut, and Legends of the Fall and eating, eating, eating. I came home and weighed myself and found that I had gained five pounds. It's either the food or I'm pregnant... sorry Vilma. there goes the box o' pads I took home with me. haha. Yeah my mom's a crack up when it comes to watching movies because she's just a leaky faucet ready to gush at any moment. She's seen the movie a million times and she still cries at all the parts. Ah me. Aunty Susie never showed up but then she had company and couldn't get rid of them. So it was just us five drinking virgin pina coladas and eating chocolate cake, fruit salad, lumpia, bihon, barbequed chicken wings, lasagna. mm mm. So now after this little bout of the cold (shivers) I'm back to exercising. Rich keeps bringing up the fact that my lack of exercise and healthy eating is the cause of my illness, coupled with my reluctance to take my multivitamin. centrum. yuck. I also have a sweet tooth which wasn't restrained during the holiday season... so now that there will be no real holidays for a while (no sweets on valentines!) i'm being good from today on. Well from tomorrow on! I gotta run. Peace out yo.

Me

Anyway...Speaking of complimentary gifts, mom got me a hoodie while I got my brother a hoodie, same color, and my brother had gotten me a cat in the hat shirt, while I got him a Mario Bros. Luigi shirt, they look alike with the arm bands a darker color, and both looked faded and worn. We had no prior knowledge of what we were gonna get one another. We spent new years at my aunt's house where I was interrogated by the young'ens why I had never been to the house and why I didn't come to the annual party, etc etc. and then they booed me and gave me pieces of paper with "bad" scribbled on them. I had to laugh. They were cute. I have to remember to email Mike the pic of Chelsea booing me. Now that this is written I can go ahead and do so. Now you have evidence...My cousin no longer lives with us. I have nothing more to say on that... It's time to head out. My nose hurts.

Me

Hello all, happy new year. So I made a list of resolutions but I have not yet executed them. "why?" you ask, well folks, after my trip to New York for New Years, which was a quiet affair, to say the least, I returned with a cold! So I was stuck in bed, and now I'm recovering from the occasional mucus overflow and nosebleed. There I lay with a slight temperature, struggling to breathe and fighting the drowsiness, just so I could watch The Roman Empire on the History channel, but woe is me, I succumbed to sleep and so did my Soobee, who also claimed to be under the weather so he curled up next to me and fell asleep even before I did.
We're beginning a new set of books called the Prydain Chronicles. It is a set of five books (its for children, but no one complained about Harry Potter and The Chronicles of Narnia) that star Taran, assisstant pig-keeper and his adventures. So far Rich has been reading to me since my nasal blockage makes listening to me does not entertainment make. I got some good stuff for Christmas, money, which is at the top of the list, unbeknownst to Linda or my mother they both bought me complimentary items. Mom got me a 101 cookie cutter set, while Linda gave me a cookie decorating kit. Now Rich is in the mood for gingerbread cookies. Be right back...