#QuickAndCheesy

Alam mo 'yon? 'Yong wala ka nang ibang bukambibig kundi "Najejebs na'ko" pero nakuha pa rin n'yang mag-sambit ng "I love you" sa mukha mong hindi na maipinta.

Remember, Remember The First of December

And the second too.

And I quote: "Napaka-mapanlinlang ng scrambled eggs mo. Patunay na 'Don't judge a book by its cover'". I know, I know, scrambled eggs are the only breakfast that I know how to cook well. -.-

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Now playing: Shontelle - T-Shirt

November 10th

There he was, telling me how his parents raised them. They were seven, he and his siblings, and he told me that because of that bond, kinship, he can never say no to any of them, even if it means that he won't have anything for himself. I found myself weeping, not because of sadness, but because of the realization that I am in love with this wonderful person and he doesn't know his wonderfulness because it has been implanted in him such that what's unusually good for me is normal for him. I wept because I can never be like him and yet he's there, also in love with me and seeing the good in me.

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Now playing: Anne of September - Someone Like You

On the relationship status change: From single to a relationship

To be honest, this feels different compared to the last one. I mean, I wasn't really expecting to engage in yet another office love thingy. When I said that I wasn't traumatized, I was lying. Because I was traumatized. Vow-to-never-love-again-ever-bury-yourself-in-work kind of trauma. I felt like I was in a circus and when I failed to do the tricks, everyone started gawking and laughing and saying "I told you so". And nothing's worse in the world than hearing "I told you so" from the people who never told you anything. Anything. Like "he doesn't seem to like you that much, get away from him ASAP" or "he's a douche, don't you see that?". This time feels different because for some reason, I feel like I'm receiving a blessing from everyone (or at least from the people that mattered to me). Like they approve. Like I have a lot of people who's got my back. And then I have this wonderful man. Not a boy, a man, in every sense. And this will sound so cliche, but I feel his genuine affection slash appreciation for me. The bottom line of this, really, is that it feels fucking fabulous to be loved for who I am and not for who I am envisioned to be.

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Now playing: James Morrison - I Won't Let You Go

When reality meets expectations:

Well, I never really expected this to happen. But I guess it did. And by it I'm pertaining to this thing (a thing, no labels yet) between us. I was resolved to file it under "Yet Another Schoolgirl Crush" but surprise, surprise: You like me too! And I wasn't prepared for it because, well, I'm the type of person who's always prepared for the worst and not for the best. I still can't seem to point out my feelings exactly. But yes, I do like you and the possibility of us being together makes my heart go a little faster and my smiles a little bit bigger. But before I dive into this, an establishment should and must occur. Because frankly, I don't think that I'm ready for a relationship. I mean, I can be in a relationship but I don't have the patience to make it last. And the possibilities for us are just too wonderful to just let it slip because of lack of communication and/or establishment and/or steps needed for a relationship to work. So. Dear hypothalamus, calm down and get your shit together. This time, I want to do it right; "slowly but surely" is our mantra.

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Now playing: James Morrison - You Give Me Something

An Unemotional Emotional Breakdown

So... we got robbed. Weirdly, I didn't have anything stolen. I mean, my jewelry box (full of cheap necklaces, earrings and bracelets) and ODM watch were stolen, but I surely won't miss them (except for the rose ring from my dad). It's a different story for my mom and little sister, though. Bunso lost her laptop, kikay kit (weirdly, they didn't take mine) and wallet which contains her yearbook payment and one week allowance. Mom also lost her laptop and pencil case with 2 flash drives with all her life documents in it. And today, I woke up and saw my mom crying. CRYING. Lately she has been so emotional that the emotional me has been forced to calm down and man up. Because when you see your mom falling apart, you won't have time to fall apart yourself. Because at least one person has to act all brave and strong. And it has to be me. I mean, no one's asking me to take that responsibility, but I feel that I have to take it. Because no one else will, no one else should. So yes, I have temporarily stashed my emotions somewhere far, far away. When will they come back, or would I ever want them back, I do not know.

Also, in times like these, I got to know who really cares. But as of the moment, frankly, I do not care who cares.

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Now playing: Pearl Jam - Even Flow

[Untitled]

Kung papayagan mo lang silang makapasok sa buhay mo, malalaman mong hindi naman talaga malungkot ang mundo. Kung magbibigay ka lang ng kahit kaunting puwang, malalaman mong may gustong pumuno sa kung anumang kakulangang hinahanap mo. Kung bubuksan mo lang ang mga mata mo -- tunay na bubuksan at hindi basta imumulat lang -- makikita mong may marunong pa ring magmalasakit at magbigay nang walang hinihinging kapalit. Maniwala ka sa kabutihan ng tao. Maniwala ka na may nakakarinig ng panalangin mo. Maniwala ka na ang bawat hininga mo ay hindi lamang basta hanging gamit na at walang saysay. Maniwala ka na may magbabago, lalo na kung gugustuhin at aaksyunan mo. Maniwala ka sa sarili mo.

Yeah, well...

Today comes the painful realization that no one knows me at all. No one can understand my one-word sentences, no one can interpret my lopsided smirk that I pass off as a smile (mostly when I'm pissed off), no one knows me well enough. It's as if no one had bothered to look under the hood because what they have seen on the cover seems to be not worth the effort.

No one knows my density.

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Now playing: Tegan and Sara - Clever Meals

[Favorite Memory]

 September 22, 2012 Saturday

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Now playing: Birdy - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Ten questions:

1. No, I don't think I do. I don't think I did, in the first place.
2. If you will, you might have a chance.
3. Yes, I think that you're a horrible, sad, cold-hearted, apathetic person. Sometimes first impressions aren't wrong.
4. Yes, you will. Everyone does and you're not going to be an exception. Unless you happen to be in a massive accident or something. But still... yes, you will.
5. Maybe. But that thing fades away. Maybe back then, but definitely not now
6. I don't, but I want to. Everyone has to believe in something greater than themselves or else they will be lost.
7. I think I am. But not in a Mary Poppins kind of way and that will do for now.
8. Maybe he never did. So let it go.
9. I don't know yet, but "tunay na pag-ibig" is not going to be it.
10. Yes.

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Now playing: John Mayer - Dreaming With A Broken Heart

[Picker Uppers] P:

Pedestrian lanes. Not pedestrians, per se, but their act of walking over those vertical (or is it horizontal?)  lines. Throw in a broken stop light. Maybe it's the prospect of being in transit, the crossing from one side of the street to another, that tickles me. Or maybe it's a side effect of The Beatles walking across Abbey Road.

Possibilities. Also, yes, impossibilities. The world is not dim, really; it is a shining beacon, a comet, a star -- whatever celestial body you wish it to be. When one thing ends, another will definitely begin. The Earth is not created round for nothing.

Photographs. While everything is changing, this one doesn't. It fades but it holds on to whatever spark it once held, unlike some people I know.

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Now playing: Dave Matthews Band - Crash Into Me

Ze Weekend Appreciation Post

I hated the weekends. I know, it sounds weird. And maybe "hate" is not exactly the term. I just don't adore it as much as normal people do. My weird disliking for it may have rooted from my mom nagging me to clean my room every fucking weekend. In our household, reading a book is not exactly considered as doing something; for her, it levels with laziness and lack of drive for hygiene. But gradually, my mom lightened up, took us out to cool places (like the Japanese garden in Caliraya and her tree planting escapades with her friends, but that's some other story :p), and then I started to love it, like normal people would.

This past weekend, wasn't what you call extraordinary -- I didn't travel to a new place nor experience something new. But it was special. It was a time to rest, to enjoy some serious me time, to bond with my family and friends and to rekindle long lost friendships. I got to read a book, watch movies and series, eat what I want, dance to music, sing, play Monopoly cards, think, and just... give myself a much needed pause. Needless to say, this weekend has refreshed me, washing away this angry and bitter aura. And I'm looking forward to a calm, positive and productive week.

Happy Monday everyone! :)

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Now playing: Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning

Random Daily

Let the London Olympics 2012 begin!

Random Daily

Happy 115th birthday Amelia Earhart!

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Now playing: Get Set Go - Wait

[Untitled]

I know that I'm supposed to wish you well. To wish for your happiness, even if it's with someone else. Because it's the right thing to do, and those are the right words to say. But how can you wish someone well, when he's also the cause of your suffering? How can you say "I'm happy for you", when you're actually not happy because of what he said and what he did? I mean, aren't we all supposed to be honest here? So here's what I wish for you:

I wish for you to realize what you have lost by letting me go. For you to suffer, as much as I am suffering right now. For you to feel what you have made me feel: unloved, unappreciated, never enough, always the second best, a doormat basically. I do not wish you well. I wish for you to feel the same emotions that I have right now.

There, I said it.

Random Daily

Happy birthday Gustav Klimt!

Fast f*-ck/ct-s

Let's face it. I'm not really the type that anyone could vow loving for a long time. And by anyone I meant someone other than my family because families have that built-in function for their kin, you know, like an auto-love forever function, and by loving I meant still managing to see the good in me/people even if I'm/they're terribly annoying/PMS-ing. Yup, I realized that I'm not that person, I'm never going to be that person for anyone (refer to this article's definition, please). So here I am, trying to make the best of the lemons in my hands. Given the equation, the lack of that "oooh I just gotta love that girl" factor, I think that it's pretty safe to stay in this corner. This one, where I do well at work, I have an ample amount of money with which I can enjoy life with, and where I don't bother about romantic entanglements. Because I've tried, really. I'm gone out of my comfort zone, bruised my ego and all that, and nothing worked. Which, if we were in a movie, would be this sign, this shout-out from a higher being (I choose God, by the way) that says YOU ARE NOT CUT OUT FOR ROMANTIC LOVE!!!! And I get it, you know. I don't think I am cut out for it too. I'm pretty contented with being on my own, doing well in my profession, and just... being free and happy.

I hear a "Love conquers all" and an "All you need is love" and oh, a "Don't give up, you'll find him. And when you do, it's going to be all worth it."

I hear you. But you know, I don't believe that all of those can apply to everyone. I mean, every rule has an exception, right? I think I'm it. Because see, when I look into it, take in the pro's and the con's, weigh the happiness versus the sadness of being heartbroken, I'd take solitude any day. Because really, the possibility of happiness (just a possibility, mind you, and not a huge one at that) is a terrible excuse for sadness.

"There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I would be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don’t have it. What if you like it? And lean on it? What if you shape your life around it? And then it falls apart? Can you survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever."
-- Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy: Unaccompanied Minor

Things I Love Thursdays:

The book that I'm currently reading. I haven't finished reading it yet,
but it's reminiscent of When Harry Met Sally. I do hope this has
a happy ending [though an office mate tells me that this is tragic :(].

Especially the song "The Broken Ones"

The Loki meme. I'm well aware that there's another meme for Thor,
but you know me, I will always love villains.

This wonderfully quirky gal, Sia, and her song "Breathe Me"

WhatsApp for Android. I recently discovered it after Googling
"Top android apps". You can text, make video and phone
calls for free! It's basically an all-in-one messenger,
light and pretty easy to use.

What about you? Share me the things that you love. :)

The Victoria's Secret Project

(Notice my penchant for these little projects?)

Bright ideas always come to me on dreary weekends. You know those kinds of weekends, the ones where you just spent your whole Saturday on the couch with a bucket of fries (or worse, fried chicken) and then come Sunday, you feel so horrible that what you did haunts you until 2 in the morning. And there were tears and praying and resolving to treat your body better. So you get up and list a list of to-do's. And then you can now sleep soundly.

Yup, that's basically what happened. To me. I am just so down lately (emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually, financially, <insert FML here/>) and I need something to hold on to. And this is it: The Victoria's Secret Project (beauty inside and out and all that), also known as Rehab 2012 (come to think of it, Rehab 2011 happened around June too!)

These are the things that I want to accomplish and how to actually accomplish it:

1. Flatten these love handles. Curves are good, but I want to not grimace when I see myself naked in a mirror (don't even try imagining, it's grotesque), or at least not look like an oompa-loompa when wearing a bathing suit.
   Gameplan:
1. I downloaded these ab, butt and leg exercises on my Android phone and I plan on going through them every single morning. I started today. And I all I can say is that ab workouts are a pain in the arse. But I have to do it. I must, I MUST.
2. Along with these exercises, I also plan to walk/jog/run at least twice a week.
3. Eat a real breakfast. I notice that my digestion runs on its normal track when I eat breakfast as opposed to not eating breakfast then shocking it with food, come dinner.
4. Live and breathe by the Skinny Rules.
2. Stop smoking, or at least lessen it to one stick a day. This is in conjugation with the running thing. One of the things in my bucket list is to run and finish a marathon. And with this smoking thing, accomplishing that would be pretty impossible without breaking my lungs.
   Gameplan:
1. Hide my cigs. "Out of sight, out of mind"
2. Drink lots of water. Stopping this nasty habit would probably kick the oral fixation thing, hence urging me to munch on whatever scrap of food that I manage to get, hence defeating the first item. So... yes, lots and lots of water.
3. Cut back on the emo/drama stuff. 'Nuff said.
   Gameplan:
1. If it doesn't make you feel good, avoid it. Ignorance is bliss, not all the time, but sometimes, not knowing something can save you from a lot of heartache.
2. Resurrect the Happy365 project. It's basically a journal where you right things that make you happy. You'll be surprised at how even those minute things can brighten up your day.
3. Do not, and I say DO NOT use social networking sites as vents for when you are down. Just get up, get out, and do something.
4. Work harder. Get busy.
4. Cross off things on my bucket-, reading-, must-see- and eating- list
   Gameplan:
1. Read more books. Always, always bring a book so when the idle moments come, I'd have something to peruse.
2. Do things that I am afraid of. Or something that I don't usually do.
3. Take more pictures.
4. Prioritize, especially when it comes to shopping. Too much can and will lead to bankruptcy which in turn prevents me from doing things hence not being able to cross them off the list.

I think that pretty much sums it up. Wish me luck!

Sentences that I like:

1. You can do this.
2. Don't go.
3. Touch.
4. Good morning!
5. I'm sorry.
6. I am proud of you.
7. Happy, happy birthday!
8. I made you breakfast.
9. Come with me.
10. Nothing lasts forever.

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Now playing:

The pity party.

It always happens like this: I say too much, I feel to much, I think too much. And when I try to ease myself of the burden of too much, my world crashes down. What have I done wrong? I do not know -- except for the fact that I played as myself, and that no one liked the character of me, so there's nothing else to do but kill it, make it drink some pills or have a truck run over it.

There are so many things that the world is telling me right now. But above it all, the loudest screams "You're too big for love!" So here I am, retreating to my corner that is small, acting small, and feeling very, very small.

"Myth" is also a four-letter word.

It always, always, always starts with an infinity, make it a double if you like. You think it's never going to end, you think you're never going to die, you think everything's all set, and now everything makes sense; you think that he's the one. But eventually, the infinity opens up into a question mark. Plans begin to unravel, promises can be unkept and feelings waver. What you were so sure of before, now you cannot even deem to pencil into your calendar. And reality smacks you in the face. What has been an unsure but hopeful question mark simply fades into a period, a blunt dot, an end. It affirms a fact that you live and breathe on but stubbornly refuse to realize: nothing is certain, and with a blink of an eye, some things -- most things, can go from a hundred to nothing. What has been so stable before, now lay crumpled at your feet.

Now you understand: What is love, but a series of signs and symbols and punctuations? It is a story, a myth, fed to little children for a good night's sleep, fed to adults to create a semblance of meaning in their lives. Always, it all trickles down to a single, painful dot -- you're lucky if you end with a comma. But have you ever read a story that ends with a comma?

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Now playing: Andrew Belle - Open Your Eyes

Hexing my tresses

My hair was a virgin. I have never rebonded nor colored it before, and for as long as I can remember, it has always been this color - jet black. But last Saturday, due to, err, PMS hormones, I decided to have it colored at Bench Fix Bicutan. I figured I'd do it alone so that if ever something goes horribly wrong, no one would see it and I could simply tie my hair up in a ponytail until the color grows out. For some people, this task is something that's ordinary -- like changing clothes or brushing their teeth everyday. But for me, this is something big.

Its color was called golden brown. I was skeptical at first because 1) I'm dark-skinned and 2) the color looked like it could only work for fair-skinned people and a Jeje makeover is not on my list of to-do's. The chemicals were a bit stingy on the scalp but it's tolerable. As soon as they washed and blow-dried my hair, I began thinking "Oh God, what have I done?" It was only appeased when come Monday afternoon, my usually aloof manager surprised me with a comment: "I like what you've done with your hair." A sigh of relief. I looked alright; the world isn't going to end (lulz).

And now, for the before and after and more after pictures:

Le virgin hairzzz

After (see ze halo effect)

More after (bangs are lighter than the rest of the hair meh)

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Now playing: Birdy - Comforting Sounds

Something sweet, something filling:

Time flies so fast when you're in the company of someone you love. Like... onion rings and tortilla soup. (lol, what a cheese breaker)

Who Cooks: Garlic and Sausage Penne

My sister has been staying with me since the weekend. Usually, when I'm on my own, I don't cook this much and my usual meals would consist of scrambled eggs and two pieces of toasted bread or oatmeal. But since her temporary stay here in Manila, I have been obliged to cook because one: she's cranky when hungry and two: I want to be a pretty darn good older sister. Plus, her reactions when she gets a taste of the meals that I cook are priceless (e.g. "Wow, ate, ang sarap" and "I'm so happy"). Now, wouldn't you want to cook for a kid like that?

Last night, I decided to scourge the remaining contents of our refrigerator and I was lucky to have enough to make a garlic and sausage penne. I'm no cook nor food blogger so bear with my, uh, lack of proper measurements, etcetera.

Ingredients:
250 grams of left over penne pasta
6 cups of water
1/2 tablespoon of salt
3 pieces of jumbo sausage, cut in thin diagonal pieces (I used the cheese ones)
2 cloves of garlic, minced
1 medium-sized tomato, julienned
chili flakes (the ones that come with Yellow Cab pizzas are great)
dried basil leaves
cooking oil (I used sesame oil for the pasta and regular cooking oil for the toppings)

Prepare the pasta:

1. Fill a stockpot with water and add 1/2 tablespoon of salt.
2. Bring the water to boil.
3. Pour in the pasta.
4. Cook for about 8-10 minutes and stir occasionally.
5. Drain the pasta into a colander.
6. Transfer the pasta back into the stockpot and mix in some sesame oil so it won't stick.

For the toppings:

1. Pre-heat a non-stick pan with ample amount of cooking oil.
2. Brown the garlic.
3. Transfer the garlic into a bowl and start browning the sausage pieces.
4. Add in the tomatoes and stir for about a minute, then add the browned garlic.
5. Remove the pan from the heat, and replace with the stockpot.
6. Transfer the contents of the pan into the stockpot and mix well.
7. Add in the chili flakes and the dried basil leaves.
8. Add salt to taste.

Serving is good for 5 people with an average-sized appetite :p

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Now playing: The Game of Thrones season 1 episode 2

In which I tell you about my hatred for improper food packaging:

Well, the title says it all.

A while ago, I bought braised beef from Chowking. And you know what braised beef looks like, right? It's beef that's tender and has carrots in it and it has sauce. Yes, sauce. And when you have a thing, a meal like that, naturally, you put it in a bowl to prevent the sauce from spilling. But alas, Chowking has other ideas about packing food with sauces. They packed it like it's dry, like it's chicken and rice, like it doesn't have sauce in it that might spill. I mean... WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? Do not they know that people first eat with their eyes and then with their mouths? I am not expecting topnotch plating here. All I really want is to have my food properly packaged. But braised beef in a flat styro? Have they lost their common sense? All they have to do is to put the meal in one of those styro bowls similar to where they package noodles, but they can't do that. Why? Are they too busy thinking about ridiculous products like that mantao, trying so hard to be a burger and/or a sandwich? The worst part of it all is that the braised beef tasted like rubber with really very salty sauce. Nothing is redeemable. This is not the Chowking that I liked when I was younger. This is not it. Because now, it's just another dirty fast food that's too lazy to think about customer satisfaction.

2012 Christmas Wishlist

I know, I know -- it's too early for these kind of things. But what can you do? 1) I love making lists of the things that I want, 2) I'm always look forward the future and 3) Christmas is my happy pill.

So without further ado... (drum roll please)

1. iPod Touch in white. Can someone just throw me this one because this has been in my list for three consecutive years now.
2. A hot bod. Yes, Santa, please give me a hot bod, one that doesn't bloat and sag and crave for fatty foods on PMS days. JUST KIDDING. What I really need, Santa, is the drive to exercise like a mad athlete, a faster metabolism and a better digestive system. Yes, Santa, I will accept mesotherapy gift cards, thank you.
3. Dresses, skirts, shorts and blouses. Note that I did not say shirt because, well, I'm kind of a grown-up now and we don't usually wear shirts in the office, hence, the "blouses". I'm a medium on tops and a large on bottoms.
4. Jovan White Musk. I have been scouring stores for this perfume but it is just so hard to find. My sister says that it's a "rare" brand of perfume. 
5. Leather satchel bag in tan or navy or purple. I can practically smell the fishy smell of it! That's how much I want it!
6. A singing Christmas card. A hand-written letter. Breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon. Christmas day at a pediatric ward or a home for the aged. An opportunity to donate blood. Number 6 is reserved for weird non-material things.
7. Bon Iver or Pearl Jam (Ten album, please) or Birdy or The XX or Florence + The Machine original CD.
8. A bookshelf. Currently, my books are housed inside a transparent storage box, under a study table in the house where I live. And they can't breathe. And I pity them, because books are supposed to breathe. I'm still not sure about its dimensions but I think I'd want something like this.
9. C2 green tea litro! This has been on my list for three consecutive years, like the first item, and everyone says they want to be the one to give me these and no one has failed hurrah! Buying these in the supermarket is just such a pain in the ass because they weigh like a ton (yeah, maybe not a ton, but it's heavy!) and I just drink them up in less than a day. *i creys*
10. Ahhh. For the past three years that I have been making this list, this slot has always been reserved for... ehem... true love. But seeing that well, while making this list, I have someone who's kind of wonderful (yeah yeah sometimes we fight like two wrestler cats but he assuages me on my PMS days and he called me free-spirited *u*), I will reserve this slot for something else. I do not know what it is yet (maybe true love again, nothing lasts forever yaknow lol), but we'll figure it out as the year progresses.

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Now playing: Coldplay - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

I said I'm sorry momma, I didn't mean to buy all these things.

I have been staring at the screen for the past five minutes, trying to think of a witty way to start this blog. BUT I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET AROUND IT.

So here goes something quick: School supplies and books are my addiction. Even if I don't need them, I buy them. Even if I only have enough money for food, I'd gladly go hungry just so I can buy a pen, a notebook, a book -- just anything that screams school. The upside of this obsession slash compulsion is that on special occasions, you could easily wrap me a tattered notebook or a cute pen or a book and I'd be happy as a puppy. The downside is that on dates, you can never ever bring me to a bookstore, especially when I'm particularly vulnerable (like when I'm about to have my period or when I feel like a whale). Plus, if you're a relative or a housemate, you'd probably be angry at me on a quarterly basis because of a pile of unused stuff in our bedroom.

One day, some day, I foresee myself as this little old deaf lady who you can't converse with because she couldn't fit her hearing aide in her tote which is full of -books and pens. Oh well.

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Now playing: John Mayer - Dreaming With A Broken Heart

Random Daily

I'm a big fan of the rain. Stories are easier to regurgitate and everything else just seem to be easier, more laid-back. Some get lonely on days like this. But I am not one of them. In fact, most of my happy days occur during the rainy season. I just love the smell, the feeling, the sight of people running to take cover. Just give me a nice, warm blanket, an interesting book and a cup of coffee and I'm all set. Oh, and cuddle buddies are welcome too, though I'm not exactly that type of person. But that's an entirely different topic.

Quickie: Just Sayin'

I love you -- a testament, not a question. For had it required an answer, it wouldn't have been so solid, so certain. Had it intended to puzzle, it wouldn't have sounded so lovely. And had it been built to be complex, it wouldn't be this succinct and comprehensible.

I love you.

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Now playing: John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland

Random Daily

Happy 166th birthday Peter Carl Faberge

Scratching the Wanderlust Itch: Cebu-Bohol Trip [Part 2 of 2]

Bohol

Let's pick up from where we dropped off, shall we? 

After we had a well-rested evening at our budget hotel in Cebu, we went for a quick breakfast at its pantry. We then took a cab to Pier 1 where a Supercat fast ferry awaited to take us to Bohol. We ran out of ordinary tickets so our only choice was to take the business class tickets. And boy we were glad we did! The seats were comfortable and just so freakin' fabulous that it drowned my seasickness.

Two hours (more or less) later, we finally had some solid ground to step on. From the port, kuya Jeaus, our tour guide from Incon travels fetched us with this comfy looking Adventure, which then served as our de facto shuttle. Our first stop was the Sandugo or Blood Compact site. Kuya Jeaus explained that this wasn't the original blood compact site but this was were the statues were built for photographic purposes. A few quick shots and a couple more jump shots later, we were ready to hop on to our next destinations.

20 things I want to say to certain people:

Galing kay nubain na galing kay mightyjoncabron na galing kay salbehe. List 20 things you want to say to certain people but you know you never will. Don’t say who they are.

1. Kung tutuusin eh nakakaawa ka ngayon bilang walang gustong isama ka sa mga lakad. Pero kasi naman, pakiayos ng ugali. Pangit sa lalaki ang sobrang ingay, samahan mo pa ng sobrang kayabangan.
2. Ang tagal yata nating hinintay ‘tong pagkakataon na ‘to. Pero tangna, totoo palang nakakabaliw magmahal. Pero kaya natin ‘to ‘teh.
3. Maraming bagay na “hindi” sa’yo. Hindi nakakatuwa ‘yang katabilan ng dila mo. Hindi tama sa hulog ‘yang kayabangan mo. At higit sa lahat, hindi kita gugustuhing maging ka-close.
4. May punto na inakala kong ikaw na nga ‘yong taong hinihintay ko dahil lahat ng trip ko eh nasakyan mo tapos ang tikas pa ng dating mo. Sayang. Gago ka eh.
5. Naniniwala ako na no’ng mga nakaraang buhay natin eh magkakapatid tayo.
6. Maganda ang puso mo. Ang malas no’ng mga taong hindi nakikita ‘yon.
7. ‘Yong blog mo ay isa sa mga binabasa ko sa tuwing gusto kong mainis. Very very effective.com
8. Kaya mong basta na lang talikuran ‘yong kaisa-isang tao na magmamahal sa’yo nang walang kapalit. Naiinggit at naaawa ako sa’yo.
9. Kuya, labas ka na kasi d’yan sa closet. Mainit at masikip d’yan. Sige ka, tutunas ang make-up mo.
10. Nakaka-turn on ho ang pagiging misteryoso mo.
11. Dre, ang tipo mo palang babae eh ‘yong mga papansin.
12. ‘Yong pagmamahal na hinahanap mo ay ‘di mo mahahanap sa kanya. Alam mo ‘yan.
13. Hindi naman talaga ikaw ‘yong tipo kong lalaki at hindi rin naman talaga ako ‘yong tipo mong babae. Nakakalulang parang rollercoaster ang pag-aaway at pagbabati natin. Pero alam mo, kahit na gano’n, ikaw lang ‘yong nakikita at gugustuhin kong makakasama nang matagalan.
14. MYX VJ? ‘Wag mong lokohin ang sarili mo.
15. Hindi pa rin talaga kita napapatawad dahil sa pagbabalak mong pormahan ‘tong kapatid ko. Masama na kung masama, pero hindi ikaw ang titipuhin kong makadagit sa kapatid ko ‘no!
16. Sayang ang talino at talento mo. Para kasing walang nangyayari sa buhay mo.
17. Nakaka-inggit ka dahil parang nasa sa’yo na ang lahat.
18. Kapag bente-otso na tayo at wala pa rin tayong katipan o kaya asawa, tayo na lang — p’wedeng mambabae, kahit sa loob pa ng bahay natin, pramis.
19. Nako manong, magbago ka na. Hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon eh pinapalampas ang pagiging damuho mo. Maniwala ka sa karma.
20. Habambuhay kong panghihinayangan ‘yong mga oras na sana eh mas nakilala at nakausap kita.

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Google on May 23, 2012

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When I finally have my own house, I'd mount this on my door. And when I'm finally driving you crazy with all my random thoughts and questions, when you're just going mad over how inconsistent I am, when you're on your last strand of patience because I can't seem to get my shit together and my answer to every problem is either a regurgitating laugh or a child-like cry, I'll simply mock you with a four-word sentence: Didn't I warn you?

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Scratching the Wanderlust Itch: Cebu-Bohol Trip [Part 1 of 2]

Cebu City

From the airport, we took a cab to Maribago Bluewater Resort. One of the things that I liked about Cebu is that cab drivers don't ask for tips no matter how distant your destination is. As soon as we stepped out of the cab, the hospitable staff of Maribago took their cues. We were greeted with warm smiles, our bags were gently lifted from the cab's compartment and let down on the side of their frontdesk. This resort was the perfect place to start our trip as it has the perfect summer aura.

The very first agenda was to try parasailing. For someone who's afraid of heights, this is a feat that must be faced with lots of courage. We weren't actually guests of the hotel but the staff was kind enough to offer us to rent lockers and we simply have to deposit PhP500 for it. As soon as we got into our swimming gear, we marched to the beachfront to inquire about the said activity. It costs around PhP3500 per person. I know, it's a bit steep but it's definitely worth the price. We first boarded a small motorized boat which took us to the speed boat that we will use for the activity. On the speed boat, we were harnessed to a huge parachute. My two younger sisters went first and then it was my turn. My heart was cowering in the corners of my rib cage and my throat was closing up, but it's just too good an opportunity to pass. A few minutes later, 500 meters above sea, I was singing my lungs out -- it was the only way to conquer my fear. And I did, kind of, but not entirely (more about this later).

In which I diagnose myself to have obsessive-compulsive disorder:

The thing is, I'm not a neat-neat person. And by neat I mean that definition wherein one manages to walk through her (or his) room without stumbling over because of stray stuffed toys and shoes on the floor. I am not that person, ask my mother, ask our housekeeper. They're witness to my messy, messy room. I am not fond of sweeping the floors or dusting things. Not neat, but organized. For some apparent reason, when it comes to files and folders on a computer, I go beserk when no order has been established. Today, for instance, I simply can't enjoy listening to the music that I downloaded over the weekend because they're not organized.

I know. What the hell is fucking wrong with me?

I remember Ms. Emma (of Glee), wiping each grape before she pops them in her mouth. And I shudder. Because I am kind of like that. Only not so much. I'm confusing you. What I mean was, I never clean things with toothbrushes. Oh wait, actually, I do. I clean my hair combs with used toothbrushes, but that's part of a healthy hygiene, right? Come to think of it, what exactly is a "healthy hygiene"? We know the basics -- bathe everyday, brush your teeth every after meal, floss if you must, wash your peewees and patooties, deodorize. But when and how do you say that you've gone too far on being hygienic?

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The question might just hover around forever.

Anyway, back to where we were: I am kind of like Ms. Emma but not quite, not that intense. I cringe whenever I'd realize that money just might be the dirtiest thing in the whole wide world yet we work for it and hold it like it's sanitized gold. Men's butts scare the shit out of me, I do not know why. And although I get off balance when riding an escalator, I try to not hold on to the rubber banister because other people have touched it, and God knows where those hands have been -- strange men's penises for example.

Strange men's penises.

Now I can't get my mind of it. Must purge the graphic images.

"Aloha," says she.

You know that "Aloha", aside from meaning Hello, also means Goodbye, right? And what better way to start this blog by saying Hello to this new life and bidding the old (and might I say, messier and more chaotic) one Goodbye?

A while ago, I browsed through my old blog (titled Love Debug) and just... God, I am a sad, love-drugged biatch. I realized that I have been throwing a ridiculous amount of effort and emotion to all the wrong people. The thought of it makes me cringe because of, well, embarrassment. From birth, I have always been this girl who's emotional -- too emotional. Everything was a big deal. Everything has an emotion attached to it. And now, growing up and meeting new people, I realized that not only is this tiring, it's also unhealthy and time-consuming. Not everything has to be complicated and dramatic. This is not a movie. Some things can be just as it is -- plain, simple and without the need of soundtracks.

So with all the free time (lols) df -lh -ed (you can never squeeze the nerd out of me) from the previous me, here are some things that I will gladly say Aloha! Hello! to:

• More travels, less of living inside a box called the internetzz
• More walks, less of being a couch potato
• More savings, less spending on bottles of beer because of being so emotional
• More happiness, less wrinkles