Thursday, May 31, 2012
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.
Now playing: John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland
I love you.
Now playing: John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
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.
Friday, May 25, 2012
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.
- 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.
- Ang tagal yata nating hinintay ‘tong pagkakataon na ‘to. Pero tangna, totoo palang nakakabaliw magmahal. Pero kaya natin ‘to ‘teh.
- 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.
- 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.
- Naniniwala ako na no’ng mga nakaraang buhay natin eh magkakapatid tayo.
- Maganda ang puso mo. Ang malas no’ng mga taong hindi nakikita ‘yon.
- ‘Yong blog mo ay isa sa mga binabasa ko sa tuwing gusto kong mainis. Very very effective.com
- Kaya mong basta na lang talikuran ‘yong kaisa-isang tao na magmamahal sa’yo nang walang kapalit. Naiinggit at naaawa ako sa’yo.
- Kuya, labas ka na kasi d’yan sa closet. Mainit at masikip d’yan. Sige ka, tutunas ang make-up mo.
- Nakaka-turn on ho ang pagiging misteryoso mo.
- Dre, ang tipo mo palang babae eh ‘yong mga papansin.
- ‘Yong pagmamahal na hinahanap mo ay ‘di mo mahahanap sa kanya. Alam mo ‘yan.
- 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.
- MYX VJ? ‘Wag mong lokohin ang sarili mo.
- 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!
- Sayang ang talino at talento mo. Para kasing walang nangyayari sa buhay mo.
- Nakaka-inggit ka dahil parang nasa sa’yo na ang lahat.
- 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.
- Nako manong, magbago ka na. Hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon eh pinapalampas ang pagiging damuho mo. Maniwala ka sa karma.
- Habambuhay kong panghihinayangan ‘yong mga oras na sana eh mas nakilala at nakausap kita.
Now playing: Ingrid Michaelson - Everybody
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Random Daily
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?
Now playing: The XX - Islands
Monday, May 21, 2012
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.
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?
...
...
...
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:
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
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