nostalgic feat

April 30. Today’s the 17th month for our relationship, just in case you did not already know.

We have been doing this (celebrating, that is) for almost a year and a half now, but whenever it’s the end of the month, I still get butterflies. There is still that air of excitement and anticipation; indeed very reminiscent of that first solo date that we had about two years ago. It was so much like in high school, but then again, it felt good while it lasted.

So, fast-track to the present. Passion has not even dwindled, as some have predetermined. Just because he is a bit younger, a few people thought that we wouldn’t even get this far into our relationship. (Even his old friends, who knew his reputation back in high school, thought the same but they were all well-meaning). And yet, look at where we are now?

It’s good to share the up’s and down’s of life with someone. I don’t even bother about fancy dinner dates anymore. But yes, he is still in touch with his softer side and has not forgotten to pamper me from time to time – chocolate, flowers (yup, my favorite pink roses), massages, and what-not’s.

And oh, I read my horoscope a while back, and it did warn me that I might be having a slight surge of nostalgia today. What a coincidence! But will those rose-colored lens of nostalgia be too hard to resist? No, it has brought me into a conclusion that there is no better place to be than right here. *blushes*

my mecca!

Since Survivor shot its 10th season in Palau, I have been engulfed by its unparalleled beauty. It was like one of those secret paradise that was awaiting to be discovered. And since then, many tourists from all over the world have gone on to visit the place. In fact, when the crew of “Survivor” returned to film the show’s 16th season, they noticed major changes in the tourism industry of Palau. Several hotels and restaurants have been put up to cater to the needs of the ever-growing number of tourists who have come to experience its beauty.

So, it’s not very unlikely that I have included this on my list of “places I must be able to visit before I turn 40“. There are amicably several things that you can occupy yourself with during your visit to this island at the heart of the Pacific.

It has one of the world’s most extraordinary diving spots, plus its wealthy marine life and coral formations is definitely worth checking out if you should decide to go snorkeling. Or better yet, you might want to dip in on the serene Jellyfish Lake, and have the luxury to swim with the jelly fish since (unlike common belief) they have tolerable amount of stinging cells. What better way to experience the beauty of nature first-hand!

And because it has basically a tropical climate, no matter what time of the year you decide to visit, you are sure to have the best experience as you can imagine.

So, the question now is: when do I get to visit Palau? It would be soon…real soon! I’m already starting to save up on some money. Anyhow, I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.

deus ex machina

Crappy. That would basically summarize my week, by far.

I know I’ve been down with the flu lately but once it’s over, what’s out there waiting for me? I hate to sound like a pessimist, but reality bites. When you are miserable, you have this weird hunch that things are only going to get worse. So much so that it surprises you when it does not turn out that way.

I am now craving a short break. Just a little time to reflect and ruminate. Indeed, I have caught myself riding the fast lane one too many times recently. So, I had to step on the brake before I go on a downward spiral.

I just need something to break this chain of unnecessary events in my life – my granma’s death, my flu, etc. It’s been overwhelming, really. Maybe what I really need is a fresh start. (And fittingly enough, May is about to unveil).

Surprise, surprise!! Tomorrow’s another monthsary!

Maybe this is my deus ex machina. A divine intervention of sorts. I can’t wait to see how it turns out. And what’s more with some plans for the end of May? A last-minute summer getaway. Hmm, it’s still too early to tell. And yet, I am already eyeing another one that could potentially fall under our “best 24 hours” list.

So, things aren’t so bad after all!

What your City Walk means…

You are thoughtful and contemplative. You enjoy spending time alone with your thoughts.

You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable.

Money is fairly important to you. You aren’t super greedy, but you enjoy spending money on yourself.

You enjoy the world around you, and you thrive on new environments. You can be easily surrounded by natural or man made beauty.

Take your own City Walk Personality Test here

thoughts “in-between”

It has been two days. Two excruciating days. To tell you honestly, I’d rather be so terribly ill that I’d be forced to stay home and rest, than to be physically able but not a hundred percent.

I can’t say I am ill as I am still capable of doing what I normally would, like take a bath, do a few chores at home, commute to work, and, hence, do my work at the office. But when plagued with a vicious cough or intermittent surge of headache, it somehow impedes you from perfecting what you have set out to do.

It’s neither of the two extremes – not a trash nor a work of perfection. It’s what’s in between: mediocrity.

So, where do I settle? I can’t start to pinpoint on my own negligence when it comes to my health. I haven’t been doing anything that’s extremely hazardous to my body. The weather? Sure, it has been trying. But, as much as it is unpredictable, I sort of been able to predict that it will always be unpredictable.

So, how do I make both ends meet? I guess I should stop making excuses. Instead, while the cough and headache is still bothering me, I should religiously take my medicines. And hope that they work and I’d be any better soon.

And then wait some more…

weekend plans

Tomorrow’s another start to a weekend. Hopefully, a great one. Now, am I smiling or not? As much as I am excited, I have no particular thing in mind to do. Several ideas keep bouncing on and off that I couldn’t even arrive at a specific plan just yet. So, here’s a lowdown on what I might be up to and busying myself with.

First off, since the NBA Playoffs started I’ve only been able to watch the Rockets and Jazz’s first game. Boo!!! Only to see the Rockets lose on their home court. Maybe, I can catch up on a few games and get myself updated. I hate missing out on all these basketball conversations.

Also, I am hoping that my laziness won’t get in the way of my driving lessons because I am fearing that I am very close to forgetting the basics of driving. Oh well, if not, then maybe I could indulge myself with a little pampering – manicure and pedicure, maybe? It’s the next best thing.

And while on the topic of pampering myself, I’m sure I’d enjoy doing some window shopping. And of course, I can tag Ed along. As if he can turn down my request, but maybe he can help me out if I did happen to spot a few things that I might want to purchase. (Although he has been insisting on me saving up as I have been planning to buy myself a new phone). But then, I can always start saving some other time. *grins*

‘Till then, hopefully I’d be back to work for next week feeling rejuvenated. The last thing I’d ever need is a reminder of work and no, I’m not going to play the PS2. Not even if Ed asks me to.

highlights of my relationship rune reading

I’m a believer of the power of the supernatural. All humans are bestowed with the capacity for logic and choice. But for ages, conflicting beliefs exist as to whether we make our own fate or an invisible hand(?) is working things out in our lives despite of our own choices.

I just gotten myself into this site which offers free rune readings, numerology, and the like. The significance of some have struck me to believe that there could be some reality to them.

“The Cross spread is used to plot the arc of your life and the forces acting on it. It…[gives] a very complete view of the situation.

The left rune represents an important element of the past. Nyd is frequently seen as a negative rune. [But] you have drawn the rune reversed, which will lessen some of its effects.

The middle rune is a deciding element of the present. Ehwaz is the rune of the eight-legged horse that the god Odin rode into battle…[H]orses symbolize motion towards an objective. In a deeper level, [it] evokes the unique relationship of horse and rider as an inseparable team. To the Norse, it was a total union.

The bottom rune {Ken}…brings forth images of friendship and comfort. Ken is the light of inspiration, the light of imagination, and a beacon in the darkest hours.

The right rune represents the critical element of the future. Eoh refers to the Yew tree. The Yew does not go dormant and therefore represents endurance. Even the wood of the tree is strong, resilient, and pliable – the Yew bends, but does not break.

As for my relationship, it does not hurt to have a little faith.

writing guidelines (or note 2 self?)

You should try to take note of the following if you aim to write more sensible blogs (hence, make it an interesting read). Just a thought.

1. Pile on lots of subtlety.

2. Colloquialism is just for barmpots.

3. Intimidatory writing is just for wimps.

4. You speaking ghetto? Sorry, but I don’t speak the language of the street.

5. Honey, don’t swear. It does not suffice for your lack of class. (grins)

i miss the “vagina”

This is an excerpt from Chapter 1 of The Vagina Monologues: The V-Day Edition:

Let’s just start with the word “vagina.” It sounds like an infection at best, maybe a medical instrument: “Hurry, Nurse, bring me the vagina.” “Vagina.” “Vagina.” Doesn’t matter how many times you say it, it never sounds like a word you want to say. It’s a totally ridiculous, completely unsexy word. If you use it during sex, trying to be politically correct-“Darling, could you stroke my vagina?”-you kill the act right there.

I’m worried about vaginas, what we call them and don’t call them.

In Great Neck, they call it a pussycat. A woman there told me that her mother used to tell her, “Don’t wear panties underneath your pajamas, dear; you need to air out your pussycat.” In Westchester they called it a pooki, in New Jersey a twat. There’s “powderbox,” “derrière,” a “poochi,” a “poopi,” a “peepe,” a “poopelu,” a “poonani,” a “pal” and a “piche,” “toadie,” “dee dee,” “nishi,” “dignity,” “monkey box,” “coochi snorcher,” “cooter,” “labbe,” “Gladys Siegelman,” “VA,” “wee wee,” “horsespot,” “nappy dugout,” “mongo,” a “pajama,” “fannyboo,” “mushmellow,” a “ghoulie,” “possible,” “tamale,” “tottita,” “Connie,” a “Mimi” in Miami, “split knish” in Philadelphia, and “schmende” in the Bronx. I am worried about vaginas.

a crosspost from my multiply: moment of epiphany

When you have three more hours to spare at work, it helps to read through your friends’ blogs. Reading through one of my friend’s blog entries, it has just dawned me (and I was almost surprised) that it has been a year since I graduated.

Looking back on that very day of my graduation, I did not know whether to be proud or scared. As one of my blocmates said, there was no epiphanic moment. There was none of those tear-jerker moments we often witness on graduation rites (except for a few). Oh well, I would give myself a credit for having undergone four years of grilling in one of the underrated courses in UPMin. Yep, it was a torture! That is why I counted this success the sweetest…

But what have I become after a year in the “real world“?

I know, it has been overrated. But for someone like me whose going through the transformation of being a college student to an independent woman, it is a scary thought. It’s not only about getting a decent (repeat: decent) job, it’s the fact that I am slowly carving the paths to wherever I am headed from here on out.

After two jobs – the first one paid well enough but did not offer me self-fulfillment, the second one that was referred to by my mom as a “blessing in disguise” – I felt like I haven’t seen much of the harshness that the “real world” has to offer. But then, I don’t really believe that you have to fall in order to stand up tall. And I believe that I am standing tall.

So, if you’re asking what I have become then? This is all there is to me as of this writing…

Hopefully, tomorrow, or the next few months (or years, don’t count on me please) I’ll be somewhat different.

second coming

So, my grandmother (my dad’s aunt) has just passed away. At the age of 90-something, somehow I feel happy for her. The world is not at all that nurturing to her anymore; she deserved to finally rest for good.

On another note, I checked my other blog this morning. And as my mood for today has deemed the layout quite boring, I wanted to change it. I won’t even try and make lie about my blogging know-how’s, but to make a long story short, I messed the whole thing up.

And here I am, trying to make a new one. And that’s two deaths I have to deal with. And as if losing people in your life would be as easy as right-clicking the mouse or creating a username for a new blog, both would have different significance (or non-significance, for that matter) for me.

Granma, may your soul rest in peace.