how to make DIY cheap cappuccino

a month ago, i bought an 88 peso milk foamer because i was curious if it really works. to my surprise, this el cheapo gizmo works wonders! i had my first spill-free DIY cappuccino hehe..

here’s what you need:
- milk (fatty milk creates more foam. cow head’s so far my creamy choice)
- freshly ground coffee beans
- coffee machine (cheap one will do, because i’m cheap)
- milk foamer/whisker/whatever you call it

1) brew coffee. a spoonful of ground coffee for every half cup of water.
2) heat milk in a microwave. don’t forget to put cover if you don’t want to end up cleaning the mess later.
3) use the electric whisker on your milk until you are satisfied with the foam.
4) pour brewed coffee into mugs, then add your foamy milk.
5) dust cinnamon over your beverage, if you like. add sugar as desired.

voila! el cheapo cappuccino.

why you should never break your mom’s heart

most babies are cute– until they start chewing your nipples off. my friends and i went shopping days ago, and while we were looking around the baby section, we thought of looking for the breast-sucking machine i’ve told them about and see what it’s actually like. instead of being curious about the sucking machine, the product next to it caught our attention:

behold, ladies, it’s the NIPPLE GUARD!

i  have no idea how effective this product is, but it looks promising, doesn’t it? mothers who prefer direct breast feeding won’t have to worry about bleeding or missing nipples. heh.

breast milk is bad for single friends

the other night, i accompanied somebody to a high school dinner reunion thingy at some japanese restaurant in morato. like any common gathering of around fifteen people, we were given the longest rectangular table available. the wives  wimmin were grouped together on one end, while the men on the other end of the table– which clearly tells me that i should join the ladies whether i like it or not. but don’t get me wrong, they’re really nice people. it was actually interesting to learn a thing or two about motherhood, but i just can’t stand the whole breast-sucking machine talk all night long. for some reason i kept on thinking about spotted white cows with huge pink udders. one of the ladies said this sucking machine is better than doing it directly, because in her case, the baby bit her nipple so hard it bled. it went on and on for the rest of the night until i was tempted to transfer over to the men’s side and start arm-wrestling.

anyway, i expressed my anxiety when we were on our way home and he said, “don’t you think you’re starting to feel left out because everyone’s getting married and having kids?” i never really thought of it that way, i said. i don’t have to do what everybody’s been doing just to fit in, but it sucks losing friends to new priorities and responsibilities you can’t relate to.

well at least i can pacify their babies by making them think i’m some puffy pooh bear. what a life.

i can has fried chicken

some people are born slobs, some are born bungholes, and for some genetic-screw-up-god-knows-wtf-happened, some are born both. yesterday afternoon, alley cats made a huge mess over my tenants’ garbage bins placed infront of my house, the living room smelled like i’ve murdered santa and hid him under the tree. i’ve been telling my neighbors -nicely- that i don’t like them putting their garbage there, but i guess they’re too shitty to understand or even care what tweety bird has to say.

i was busy making plans for my upcoming project and some legal hullabaloos when it happened, and it pissed me off real bad when i saw the toppled bins and the stinky pile of mess. i’ve had it. i dragged the bins which aren’t mine and placed them on each of my neighbor’s doorstep. one of them saw what i did and questioned me with whatever nerve he’s got, which infuriated me some more so i yelled, “because your trash is stinking up my place, so i’m putting it back to where it belongs!” i guess he wasn’t expecting me to go “rabid” because i have been too civil with them too many times. he answered with a quick “ok, ok!” and went inside.

an hour after dinner, he gave me a box of fried mcdonald’s chicken, says it’s his pamasko. now i’m supposed to be bribable?? WTF.

multiple personalities

are you bored like me? click here for more.

“it’s complicated”

there’s nothing really complicated in a so-called complicated relationship, it’s just an excuse people use to postpone matters that has to be settled in black and white. the answer’s probably like a nasty brazilian job waiting to happen, where at this point we’re still contemplating when to pull the damn piece of cloth off and move on.

why you should get applecare protection plan

yeah.. why should we get an applecare protection plan?

what could possibly go wrong with my sexy little—- WTF!!!

lol. if i paid for an extended warranty just for this one, i’d feel real stupid. i’m not saying i’d prefer an HD crash (lol and hopefully that won’t happen to me), but i want to be guaranteed that i’ve made a wise investment. unfortunately, i bought a warranty on impulse because i baby my mac a lot. so embarrassing, i’m starting to sound like an apple zealot.

oh noes, i’m in deep shit!

it’s never EVER a girl’s job to handle major troubleshooting around the house, like improving our residential compound’s screwed up sewerage system. i am not trying to be sexist here, of course girls can also do simple house repairs and stuff, but let’s face it, no girl would want to be bothered with a defective poso negro problem.

my parents left for the states without briefing me about the possible problems that may arise, i thought they had it all fixed and i’d be worry-free. i didn’t know i was in for a chunk of nasty surprises. when the problems started to surface (literally), i was forced to study the blueprints of the house, from the ground up, to familiarize myself and understand what the repair guys are talking about. i was planning to wait for my mom to come home, but if i do, i’d already be drowning in my tenants’ complaints. it was a mistake when i didn’t consult a contractor, an architect or an engineer. it’s important that you know the details of your home down to its dirty gut, but it’s still best to consult with a professional before you start hammering away.

it would be best if you let a guy oversee the repairs. again, i’m not being sexist, because i tried being in charge of a couple of major repair procedure and i was completely clueless no matter how they explained it. and because i was clueless (and uninterested), i just wanted the thing done as soon as possible even if it’s going to be expensive.

the ongoing repairs will be over soon, probably before november kicks in. i promised myself that i’d hire a contractor to do future dirty jobs, otherwise i’d bury myself in our oh-so-luxurious poso negro.

keywords of the day

i love to post about my travels and stuff, and it gives me cute fuzzy feeling whenever people find my information helpful. today, it surprised me a bit because i learned that most of my hits for this week came from keywords i never thought would be associated with my blog.

really.

these are the top keywords of the week, they probably came from perverts sniffing used underwear in some dilapidated apartment, then puts it back in a crumpled ziplock for storage. sorry for bursting your bubbles, you pervs. the post you’re looking for does not sell used underwear. however, you can smell your unwashed and skid-marked underwear, if you wear any, that is.

domainrenewalonline.com: domain renewal scam

this is a screenshot of the scam email i got from domainrenewalonline.com, they made the email believable by claiming that they are your domain provider. i think they’ve even took the time to know your domain details because they have accurately stated when my domain’s going to expire. i’ve contacted my provider and they said it’s good that i took precaution. please ignore an email such as this in case you received one, it’ll save you from sending some crook your money.