Sometimes, something has to die in order for something else to live.

And this blog has been a nice depository place for more than three years now. It has become somehow a part of me...and to see how much I've grown throughout the years--well maybe not that much. But really, it's just time to move on.

So with this, we bid you all good bye. Not that kind of good bye or that. This time it's a bit more permanent.

Man, I am such a drama queen.

But anyhow, thanks for everything.

Ave atque vale.

...while the best judge of Christianity is a Christian, the next best judge would be something more like a Confucian. The worst judge of all is the man now most ready with his judgments; the ill-educated Christian turning gradually into the ill-tempered agnostic, entangled in the end of a feud of which he never understood the beginning, blighted with a sort of hereditary boredeom with he knows not what, and already weary of hearing what he has never heard.

Yeah, what he said.
Hmm...I guess, this is the end of Misnomer. It's been a nice depository place for three years and almost four months now. I'll see some of you who are fructuous enough to see this at notesfromthedungeon.blogspot.com.

Remember that blog excerpt comparing cooking and baking the other day? So, last week, I determined to relive the experience and do my own cooking. First time in a few months, really.

For days, I had been craving for Macaroni Schotel (partly thanks to Bu Didi and her pasta-caserole dish thingie) . Finally, on Sunday, I went grocery shopping for the ingredients from my made-up-on-top-of-my-mind recipe.

Onion, got it, garlic, got it.
Ground beef, wait, 80/20, 90/10, or 95/5? Aha, the more fat, the better, I thought, 80/20 it is.
Cheese, what about the cheese? Cheddar, American, Swiss? Hey...this quesadilla cheese look tasty. Then, a package of elbow macaroni and a pint of milk got tossed into the cart and I was all set.

In the kitchen, I started with tossing liberal amount of the garlic and the onion and browning the whole pound of ground beef. The milk was next with a couple of eggs, followed by dashes and dashes of nutmeg and black pepper. And it started to taste good. By this time, there was water overflown from the boiling macaroni pot. I should start cooking more often, I forgot all about this water thing.

Something still missing, though. The salt. I started with some sensible amount, but it never got salty enough. I put more and more of it, until my common sense finally knocked and I stopped.

Then, the pastas were drained and immediately tossed into the liquidy part and baked. Well, not after I sporadically put some of the cheese on top.

30 more minutes and that would be it. The apt started to get infused with the cheesy nutmeggy smell. "It's gonna be good", I said, and emotionally patted myself for achieving something that night.

But sometimes, you set too much expectation on your liberal way of cooking. The schotel turned out tasted nothing but the salty part. It was still edible --with a lot of help of sambal botol. I ended up consuming it for the most part of the week.

zit or cold sore
Not bad, on top of Google search for this.

caffeinated cheerleader
It was one of Miss Didi's personas that came up thanks to the integrated commenting system.

working in a bridal shop flushing queens
Yes, I was a big time The Nanny's fan.

nirmala oki ratu bidadari
Top search at Yahoo! for these beloved characters of Bobo magazine.

quit phd
Hmm, yeah, why not?

Brevis esse latoro obscurus fio
Apparently, lots of people share my interest on popular Latin quotes...

tuna melt description
and on tuna melt.

cute emails
sometimes the internet is way boring without the exchange of any of these.

quid quid latine dictum sit
See what I said about the Latin quotes?

eagles no more stormy nights
Should stop posting lyrics, but I really love that song...

No way November will see our goodbye
or should use the other place for posting lyrics.

houston chinatown haircut
Ah..should be getting one these days, ya, De?

hahaha
Huh?

gambar anak smp cowok
pr0n? Indonesian style?

right eye twitching omen
Nah, it's just you're too tired or something...

gambar nenek wanita muda
Must be interesting if this search term and the one before the twitching omen came from the same person. They were independent.

scrapbook frenzy
Aha...I've grown over it.

pescador de hombre
Wanna be one?

Alea iacta est. Gosh, what have I done?