my mind is restless at 2.36 am. at this very moment. i am fully awake with a deadline that's past its final call for some 2.36 hours. i thought this article would be a breeze to get past through, but i'm struggling for words, such that would perfectly illustrate what i want others to read.

since my mind is not working on that page, i allow it to stray to this one. my 8-6 desk job would punish me for this, but i cannot go to bed to keep it from coming. i repeat, i'm past the deadest call for some 2.36 hours. i no longer have my deadline beater assurance to boot. mark this down, post.

so after dinner tonight my charming 6 year old cousin eduard called me an ugly, rotten dog. then he added very to that. before he was born, when his older sister francine was about 2 or 3, she told me i was ugly. which is to say, i wouldn't really mind if these canada-based cousins stay that way, as in, based in canada. i love them in many ways, other ways that i don't mind missing.

after dinner at the new, spacious, and more appetite-inducing harbour city at ayala center, melissa, anya, carlyn, iana and i headed to cheesecake, etc at the IT park and ordered 3 kinds of cheesecakes: berry strawberry, chocolate turtle pie and belgian double cream. melissa, iana and i ordered respectively, but all five of us had forks ready.

the belgian double cream was the house specialty but it had the usual cheesecake-yishness (oh, gawd, what am i writing) that the cheesecakes at starbucks had, and which i think is too familiar, unoriginal and boring. the berry strawberry had two layers to it, interesting in its own ways that made it a good order. but what i would recommend is the chocolate turtle pie. my sister  probably ordered it because she adores turtles, but it turned out to be the best pick of the night. 

but like any plate of goodness in front of me, not a small piece remains untouched. we all made the great swipe, but i swiped it clean.

back to this moment.