My Year So Far

So I’m really doing this. I’m going beyond my comfort zone and doing things I haven’t tried before. The key, as they say, is not to focus on the result. I think that’s doable. I can be results oriented, but I can be in the moment as well. 

So I’m taking it one day at a time. If by the end of all this, I find myself  loving this kind of activity, then maybe a career shift is inevitable. Maybe 2013 is the year to figure this out once and for all.

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As expected I got sick right after the holidays. It’s one of those things that always happens year after year. And since it’s the beginning of the year, it coincides with the time when there’s so much work. I’ve gotten used to it, actually. The upside is that it gives me time to step back, reflect and make plans. And 2013 is all about that: Simple yet meaningful plans!  Career Plan A is ongoing, and I’ve started looking for options for Career Plan B. Full disclosure: Plans A and B are recycled plans, so don’t think I’m this grand planner who has everything figured out. The truth is, I’m just plain stubborn, that’s why I haven’t given up on these plans yet. I’m hoping 2013 will be the year I get to see how these plans will unfold.

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I made a list this morning of the things I’m looking forward to, at least for the first few months of this year: My niece’s baptism, Mama’s 65th birthday, turning 31 (yes, I am looking forward to it), vacationing a lot (at least that’s the plan), holy week at Yangon, Suits Season 3 (Big Fan here), and if things go well, some real development in matters of the heart. (Hashtag: Sabihan ng panaginip!)

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So 2013— all 19  days of it— has been good so far. Maybe taking it one day at a time is really the way to go.

Happy List

1. Finishing the entire two seasons of ‘Life’ with Damian Lewis. Why a perfectly amazing show like this gets only two seasons - is just baffling.

2. Going back to QT for an arbitration seminar that Donemark the arbitration guru invited me to. It was heartening to see kitchen staff like Precy and Gaa who took such good care of us still there after all these years. Donemark also treated me to lunch at snooty L Entrecote with his litigation partners. Such are the perks of being the friend of a QT partner.

3. Going everywhere for work with my favorite gang in the office outside of Accounting

4. Lunch outs with the boss

5. A huge box of Machiavelli chocolates from Ches. It would be perfect if only it’s not obscenely expensive.

6. The shoulder massage at Shui in Libis. It’s simply the best I’ve had and is the reason Ches and I keep going back there.

7. Having the balls to talk back to people who have the power to fire me. (Does this really belong in this list? Isn't it more stupid rather than amazing? Hmmm.)

8. Two free lemon bars that I coax out of the waiter in Mary Grace Café who mixes up my order. Ches rolls his eyes and accuses me of flirting. I call it: putting on the charm. 

9. This pix of my two favorite world leaders together

*courtesy of ABC News

10. Nesting  and turning all our closets and drawers at home upside down. There’s not a lot I know how to do in the domestic front, but I’m telling you: I Can Clean.

11. Satisfying indie finds like Seeking a Friend For The End of The World, Moonrise Kingdom, and Extra Man

12. Trying out new restos like Mr. Jones with Ches and Jewel

13. Wedges galore from Alberto. They are perfectly pretty, light, high, and Brazilian. Winners.

14. A pair of polka dot skinny jeans from F&H, and blue ballerina flats from CMG. Happiness is anything ballerina or polka dots.

15. An exquisite garnet necklace from Randy. The color, shape, and size - it's too perfect and precious for words. Just like Randy, actually.

16. Playing Scrabble with the girls, even if Ajo is a sore loser. Haha.

17. Clara's bottomless jokes

18. Coming home bright and early, in this chaotic holiday season 

Im Still Alive

Dear Rache ( and 5 other readers of my blog)

Rache, I appreciate your text asking how im doing why I always disappoints you whenever you open my blog and its the same old entries. The holidays had thrown me into crazy scheds of running errands and preparing for the season. So, thanks to the stomach flu that had attacked me since yesterday that I had the time to proofread my writings.... 

Happy New Year Everyone!"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art—write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

"...I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

"And I hope, somewhere in the this year, you surprise yourself." 

These were Neil Gaiman's New Year wishes for his readers 11 years and 6 years ago. Last year, he wished for us to make mistakes because mistakes mean we're trying something new. 

I'm trying something new this year.  Somewhere along the way, maybe I'll renovate the house. Maybe I'll teach take the Bar. Maybe I'll take up classes, like baking and crafting and guitar playing. Or maybe I'll find that being a mommy is so demanding that I'll just devote myself to the Clara. Lots of plans. No plans. For the first time ever, I am allowing life to happen to me, instead of me controlling everything. I've worked so hard. Now I just want to enjoy life and all that I've worked for.

I wish the same for you! Happy 2013!

Happy 2013!!!!! Good Vibes! Good Life! Good Fortunes.

Cheers to Happiness! Joy and Love!

Thank You Jewel for All the HK

As a kid, I don't remember ever having any Hello Kitty, save for some stationery, clips, and an exquisite toothbrush holder with glass and toothpaste given to me by my Ninang when I was in Grade 2. The toothbrush set didn't last long because my sister threw it in one of her crazy fits. Of course it broke into pieces and I shed real tears for hours. Even if I wanted a replacement, I knew that Sanrio was not a priority. There were three of us to send to college and I understood perfectly. I didn't grovel. (In hindsight, maybe I should have! ha ha)

Ergo, I started to enjoy HK when I could already afford it. My purchases are usually functional - a purse, a notebook and pen, and a HK Victoria Casal watch on my birthday. It is my fun, feisty, female friend, Kitty, who spoils me with all the fun stuff. In the last five years, I have accumulated HK earrings, bag, gloss, erasers, nail file, clip, purse, ballpen. My collection is still a far cry from Kitty Mama's (www.okasaneko.wordpress.com) but substantial enough to bequeath to my daughter! 

In my excitement at the gifts that Jewel gave me for Christmas, I almost missed the card where she wrote her note of thanks. She said thanks for the "warm, giving, rollicking friendship" and how she felt "honored to keep you as a friend because you're one of the strongest, bravest persons I know''. 

Wow, thank you Jewel for the very kind words, though I really don't see myself as brave or strong. I guess I just trained myself to wake up each day and go through the motions of living. At least, the pain has lessened considerably over the past months. I have come to understand that some things won't go your way, even if you're a good person, or even if you think you deserve better. I've learned that when you've done your best and loved like you never have, you can walk away without guilt. You have to surrender. So I accepted, knowing that I did what I was supposed to do. The love does not go away and is not wasted even with the separation. Nothing good is ever wasted. When sh*t did happen, I just remembered to breathe. Sure, I felt like crap for many days; sometimes, I still feel robbed. The thing is, despite everything that happened, I see life as a gift. I know that I have to try and find ways to make my sh*tty life, meaningful - - by looking for causes and projects worth pursuing or wrapping Christmas gifts as early as August or by collecting HK in mid-life. I owe it to Clara to keep trying each day. 

Thank you too, Jewel, for helping me try and of course, for all the fun HK stuff that has more than compensated for my HK-deprived years.

Meet Wif Superstars

when D generously offered to book two hotel rooms for our group's Christmas Party, everyone cleared their schedule to make the overnight possible. this group is a busy lot: one lawyer, one doctor, one store manager, one operations manager, one with crazy UK schedule, and two in upper management - so i was quite surprised when all replied with a resounding "yes!"

the only problem was some didn't want it to be a Christmas Party, not just yet. the reason: they haven't started shopping for gifts yet! hahaha. they know me so well! party = presents!!!

so this was our non-Christmas party. after all, we were celebrating their birthdays, so it turned out to be one belated and one advanced, with an uber yummy cake and a pile of food (as you can very well see on the picture) to share among good friends.

sometimes i can't help but wonder what i did to deserve such an amazing group of friends.

All I Want For Christmas is...

… an extended vacation where I can do whatever I want and go wherever I go and choose the people who can reach me.

… a girl friday who will do all my Christmas shopping and errands, and maybe even attend on my behalf the parties I don’t wanna go to.

… a magic ball that will show me what 2013 will be like, so that I’ll know whether the things I’m investing my time and effort on now will eventually bear fruit.

… the wherewithal to say goodbye to things/situations that no longer work.

…  the right words to say to finally seal The Deal.

… a pleasant surprise in whatever form.

… a diet or workout routine I can stick to for the rest of my life.

…a miracle that will turn me into all the things I wanna be: athletic, fit, domesticated.

… a magic carpet that will enable me to avoid this horrible December traffic

… a really good massage that will put away all the stress of 2012

… a nice haircut that will make me look fresh and young

… real development in matters concerning A.

… indulging without feeling guilty

… the ability to duplicate myself so that I can be where I should be and where I want to be at the same time

… and the only material thing on my list, hence the only thing I can do something about: a purple ipod nano.

I know it would take a lot to get even just half of all these, but hey, it’s Christmas.  A girl can dream. 

Dear Ex

you will not be as prominent as you used to be; maybe not anymore or ever. i have somehow found it in my heart to accept that and have slowly lived with it. sometimes though, i still wish that i didn't have to do all these; but all in the name of what`s right and acceptable; of what`s fair and necessary- i did. i am doing great so far, amidst all these --- and i can see that so you are. i am proud of us. if cupid were real, his bow and arrow didn't get the better of us;-) i wish only the best for each of our separate paths ♥...

wala lang, its so not normal to have 250 hits in one entry....i think i owe it to him :)

Things Remembered

gin blossoms and "as long as it matters". ketchup fries. road trip to tagaytay. the blue-green corolla. you letting me drive your car even if i was hardly able to drive. long conversations on tuesday nights. my exes hating you. your exes hating me back. a really bad pirated copy of dos ekis. beeper 150. flat tops. summer at taal when the dog barked in the middle of the night. chess games. basketball and 21. a single pink rose for every single time i got depressed. tuesday nights. that webby flesh between my fingers. deciding not to. sharing the same last name. when we tried and when we let go. promising to be best friends. 160 kph at skyway. algeciras st. one burgundy place. long distance calls. everyone believing you were mayabang. 

i don't have pictures of us together in the  last 10 years. i don't have your cards and letters anymore. i don't have anything to remind me of the 14 years of friendship, except for your rotc medal which you made me keep. 

it's still there in my bedside drawer. when i go home this weekend i'll see it again. i'd get to feel its cold metal against my fingertips. the gold has turned a bit rusty now, but i remember how you were so proud of it. you told me to keep it until the day comes that you ask for it. 

we'll see each other again this saturday, my best bud. i'll bring it with me and i'll show it to you, how i never forgot our promises. i hope i can show it to your mom and dad, to cheche, cedric, chaycee, and chico, and tell them that they had all the reasons in the world to be proud of you. i hope i can pin it on your shirt and tell you that the time has come for me to give it back to you.

Ten Things I Know To Be True

A few weeks ago,  a friend shared with me a Sarah Kaye video where she spoke about the ten things she knows to be true. The video is brilliant (check it on You Tube if you haven’t seen it yet) and it made me think right away about my own list. She said it doesn’t have to be profound. In fact, you just have to list down the first ten things that come to your mind because they’re probably the most honest answers.

Here’s mine:

1. That God loves me;

2. That I want a career where I can help poor people;

3. That I love chocolates;

4. That I miss Chio and life have not been  the same without him;

5. That I have good friends;

6. That my family is my greatest blessing;

7. That I will be happy if I can be a speechwriter like Jon Favreau or a photographer like Sarah Black;

8. That being funny and plain looking is way better than being pretty but boring;

9. That I can live a simple life and be content;

10. That the best is yet to come.

It’s amazing how coming up with this list enabled me to see the things that are important to me and the things that I still believe in. So I’m not a skeptic, after all. And contrary to what I sometimes believe about myself, I’m really not ambitious. And somewhere beneath my doubts and my apprehensions which have been aggravated by all the things that didn’t come my way, there’s a deep conviction that God loves me. Because that was really— in all honesty and without any hesitation—the first thing that came to mind as I was writing down this list. And  I guess when you know that to be true, a whole list of all things good and beautiful will inevitably follow.  ;)

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Long Happy List

1. A trip to National Bookstore on a rainy weekend, to buy stuff for the Rotary's projects . National Bookstore is one of the few remaining stores where your P100 still goes a long way. And it has branches  near home so we don’t even have to go in a mall. I hate going to malls on weekends and would rather spend the time with my books somewhere more creative.

2. If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson. Heartbreaking in the way only teen romance novels can be. (Yes, I still read this genre. I gobble them up in one sitting.)

3. Lift by Kelly Corrigan. It’s a long letter from a mommy to her little girls, so they’ll remember how their childhood was when they’re all grown up. Poignant and funny in the way only motherhood can be. So good I finished it in one sleepless night.

4. Luminarc glasses from Gourdo’s, in the blue shade I JUST LOVE. I used to have this Breakfast at Tiffany’s kind of thing with all things homeware

5. Krispy Kremes from MIB, that everyone but him munches on while we meet and discuss work updates. On hindsight, it was kind of embarrassing that I finished both the Snickers and Oreos donuts in the span of the meeting, in front of the boss who just sipped his tea as usual. Groan.

6. Sharing private jokes with MIB, as well as emails that are clearly not meant to be seen by anyone else in the office, and adjectives that  kids will easily censor as Bad Words. I was also close to my other favorite bosses, but they were more like mentors to me, whereas MIB is more like a friend. Imagine my surprise and joy. Haha. I guess it’s the fact that we’re the in same age bracket. Or maybe he’s just really a cool person. I love MIB. Have I already said that? I love MIB.

7. Another dear friend moving on from MWC. It’s a good company, no doubt, but I’m happy when my friends find something better and with the potential to make them happier. I was also touched that he sought my advice before he came up with The Decision. He’d call and we talked for hours. Owww. I love this guy. (The same thing happened with Lala altho our communication was by email and three-way with Babette. Thom is mad at me that I know about these major, major resignations months before he does and he’s the one in MWC. Haha.)

8. The famous sylvanas from Dumaguete from Karen. Not too sweet, just the right level of soft and crunchy, and over-all so yummy. Better than my favorites from Beard Papa.

9. Butterscotch and barquillos from Iloilo from Anji. I’ve never had staff who were so well-travelled, I’m telling you.

10. Quiet dinner, air time on work dramas, and a lot of hand-holding with "insert secret****  at Tokyo Cafe. All the stresses and sadness of life are manageable bcoz he' is with me everyday.

11. Emailing Mumi about every little thing, from Bambi biting Asians to seafood chowder to finding the perfect pair of polka dot tights from Kids of Bayo, to go with my Hello Kitty tutu. (I told you I get a lot of goodies from the kids’ section.)

12. Amy Winehouse CD from Chestnuts. She was a real talent gone too soon. He also brings me and the boys revel bar, butterscotch, andchicharon from his office tiangge. (I miss the MWC tiangge all of a sudden.)

13. Pro bono and not to mention topnotch legal advice from Jon even if he is all tied up and all the way in KL, about this legal query that I’m working on for a friend. Jon has been ever reliable like this since law school. (I’m not going to say since college bcoz he hardly showed up in class then. We called him The Absentee Heartthrob behind his back. Haha.)

14. Lunch with Karen at Kanin Club after a board meeting. I’ve already gotten a lot of positive feedback about her from the bosses this early in the relationship. To think I thought twice before hiring her bcoz she was from Poveda and I was worried she would be too rich for us. (Haha. Me and my prejudices.) She’s smart, quiet, and conscientious, and I’ve found we also have a lot of things in common – 

15. A visit from Thom to catch up over dinner. He brought me Moon Leaf milk tea (my new obsession courtesy of him) in yet another yummy flavor – wintermelon. I’ve already tried his other recommendations like hakka and tiramisu but I still prefer the caramel bcoz it’s the sweetest. Haha. He brought me and Clara cashews, too. Where would Clara and I get our regular cashew supply when Tito Thom moves to the US? (Don’t go, Enteng ...)

16. Dinner with Ches at Eat and Go. It’s one of the new places in the Atrium. I wanted to try it bcoz their specialty was some English thing called salmon pie. It was no great shakes, tho. I ordered the parmesan-crusted salmon with pasta and veggies, while Ches had one of the pies. I guess I was turned off bcoz the owner furtively scolded his staff when he thought no one was looking. (Hello, Mr. Hotshot Chinese Owner! Even if your food was heavenly and cheap – which it was neither – but you were mean to your employees, I so would not go back to your resto.)

17. That it’s already the middle of October and I’m still filling up these Happy Lists week after week. Sometimes I’d get to Thursday already and would have only like three things listed in my Moleskine, but then one happy thing after another happens, and I end up with a long, long list, anyway. God is truly so generous and good

Abigail

When we got home from SG, Ann got herself a cat. She's a stray who comes around the dirty kitchen at the back at meal time. We feed her, and she's been visiting us regularly since.

We call her Abigail. She sometimes comes with another cat, too. We  think it's Abigail's boyfriend. They call him Doodles. These are all in honor of Mumi's beloved dog, Tito Bryan's Abby a.k.a., Abbadoodles.

The thing about Abigail is - she's pregnant all the time. I don't know how long cats stay pregnant before they give birth, but I do know that Abigail is pregnant a lot. Abigail's tummy is bulging one week, and the next month she's all slim again, and then we see her pregnant again. We don't know where she keeps her litter and we don't hear her howling away at night looking for some lovin'. She's a mystery. She's like a transient guest who decides to grace us with her presence as she pleases.

Ches and I ruminate about Abigail's mating habits when we have nothing better to do. On the one hand, she's getting a lot and seems perfectly happy being knocked up on a regular basis. On the other hand, she's the perfect poster cat for the RH Bill. Hahaha.

Frustration Over Indifference

here i was at landmark, wasting precious time as the cashier (vainly) attempted to find an additional ten centavos. you see, she had "proudly" handed me my change, proclaiming it to be exact until i pointed out that she had given me two five-centavo coins, making her short ten centavos.

her defense, "i thought they were ten centavo coins." which, seriously, how could you go wrong, right? i mean one has a hole in the middle?!?!? so i waited, and waited, and waited for my ten centavos. for some reason she wouldn't open her drawer but attempted to persuade the others to open theirs (there were three other cashiers). in the end, i walked out in a huff. it was taking her forever, and i think she was enjoying it.

now i know that thought running through the minds of the cashier, the checker, and the other people in the area was that i was being petty. after all, it was just ten centavos. even the pulubis on the street would scoff at you if you were to give them change as small as that. i didn't know either, until i read market man's blog and realized that if there was one thing i shared with this amazing blogger, it was his motto:


choose frustration over indifference

and that was what i was doing exactly. i refused to accept the fact that the cashier short-changed me.

over the past couple of months, i've been struggling to develop what i learned to be "holy indifference". you see, in the catholic singles community where i belong, one of the major teachings is to preserve relationships over results. having spent a chunk of my professional life with the opus dei, it was pretty difficult letting go and letting things be. if you've been to any institution run by the opus dei, you'd know that not only are they precise, on time, and perfectionists, but they believe that if something must be done, then it must be done well. so, i never really developed the skill to be indifferent; rather, i thrived on pushing, pounding, and hitting until things wouldn't have a choice but to go right.

of course, they never do. that's how life is. so i spend a lot of time being frustrated: about how everyone's always tardy, about how things are almost always planned the last minute, about how you really should not count on certain people cause their heads are just up out there in the clouds. while others could easily say, "at least we learned over the experience," i couldn't. rather i'd push and push and push and frustrate myself enough to tear my hair out.

reading market man's rant, and eventually his motto, i was struck by the fact that yes, i too am one of those people who'd choose frustration over indifference at any given time. so what if ford edsa refuses to acknowledge their oh-so-poor service. i would spend hours on end tracking down the manager of the service department and give him woe for the poor service that they did. i would call and call and call service hotlines to complain, and when the customer service assistant is being especially useless, i'd be the one who'd spend a good 45 minutes waiting for the supervisor to come on the line so i can bit his head off for his team's lack of abilities. and yes, i'm the one who'd fill out customer satisfaction surveys - restaurants, hotels, airlines - because if they care enough to have these surveys, then i should do my part by telling them things they ought to hear, even if they don't really want to hear it.

yes, the frustration had added wrinkles onto my face. and yes, the frustration has turned most (if not all) of my hair gray. but i don't care. the day i become indifferent is the day i die. until then, i will allow myself to be frustrated. 

and btw - i got into an accident yesterday. my four-month old car is now officially not scar-free. hopefully my insurance will come through.

The Year Of Magical Thinking

“Life changes in an instant. The ordinary instant.”

Thus began The Year of Magical Thinking, a book I started to read and couldn’t continue reading because it was so close to home, but couldn’t leave unfinished as well for the very same reason.

I’ve been curious about this book for so long but never got around to reading it. So when I visited Jewel’s house a few weeks ago and saw it on her bookshelf, I just had to borrow it. And that’s when I knew that the reason why I never it read before is because I wouldn’t have appreciated it then the way I do now.

The book is about the death of a loved one, in this case, of the author Joan Didion’s husband for forty years. It is so excellently, wonderfully, brilliantly written that I don’t deem myself worthy of reviewing it, except to say that it was so excellently, wonderfully, brilliantly written. (I guess the fact that I repeated myself in one sentence just proves how it was , indeed, excellently, wonderfully, brilliantly written. Sorry, I couldn’t resist that). So this is not a review, but a recommendation to all those who are experiencing or have experienced grief to read the book. Among the books I’ve read on the topic of grief— and I’ve read so many, believe me— this ranks high up there, possibly next only to CS Lewis’sA Grief Observed.  I personally have a lot to thank Ms. Didion for because she lent voice to all the emotions I cannot even verbalize. I particularly resonated with these words from her book:

” Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention. Until now there had been every urgent reason to obliterate any attention that might otherwise have been paid, banish the thought, bring fresh adrenaline to bear on the crisis of the day.”

I read these lines a few days ago, just when I was beginning to realize that 5 months after he left, I haven’t been paying serious attention to how I can turn his leaving into a celebration of life. And while I cry and allow myself to be sad every time I remember him, I haven’t been handling grief in a manner that leads to mourning, which, I think, is the only way I can move past the paralyzing effect of my loss.

There’s a lot more to be said about the book,but I’m afraid my words won’t give

justification to the masterpiece that it actually is. So instead, I’ll end this by saying thank you to Ms. Didion for pointing out to me what nobody else has pointed out: That maybe I have grieved enough; it’s now my time to mourn.

The Decision

I realized this morning that it’s already the second week of October which means that I have to decide soon if I still want to pursue this little project I started two years ago.  (Actually, it’s huge but I’m pretending that it’s not, being the denial queen that I am. Haha)  You see, two years ago, I decided to pursue further studies, Master of Business Ad to be exact, in US., but due to an unfortunate series of events  the farthest I got was getting an admission in a New York based university (my first choice), being wait listed in an Ivy League school (a long shot, in the first place) and gaining conditional admission in another reputable university in Nashville. Anyway, all of these plans had to be shelved because of the circumstances I mentioned above. And now, I have to decide whether or not I should extend my deferment in the New York based university. Or more to the point, I have to clarify with them if my deferment is still renewable for the next term.

I have to be honest and say that I seem to have temporarily lost my drive for this pursuit.  I know so because I no longer feel excited thinking about it. In fact, if you ask me now which school I would want to go to, I’d probably pick the university in Nashville (my third choice) and only because I want to take good pictures while I’m there. That’s how distracted I am.

In other words, my heart is not in it anymore. Or maybe I should say, my heart is not in it yet, the presumption being that my heart will be in it again anytime soon. Hopefully.

Maybe the year has been very tiresome for me, so I want to give myself a break by being indolent (strong word but more or less accurate) for a change. Maybe I’ve grown tired of assuming responsibilities and I don’t want to run the risk of flunking out just because I’m not totally committed to studying at this point. Or maybe, I just want to be without plans in the meantime, although part of me is hoping that it will prove to be a very short meantime.

Anyhow, I think I’ve more or less decided that this particular project is archived for the time being. Until I find my drive again, until I get acquainted with my competitive spirit again, until I can sit again for hours writing a formidable essay that’s convincing enough to make the admissions committee think that they should pick me over hundreds of applicants and shell out money at the same time, I won’t even attempt to pursue this matter at this point.

I ask myself if I’m being irresponsible by behaving this way.  I answer myself in the negative. On the contrary, I think I’m being responsible by not pursuing something I cannot commit my entire self to just yet. So no regrets on my part. LLM— whether in New York or in Nashville or in some other unversity– can wait. What cannot wait is my desire to rest and give myself a break.

Wherefore, I’ll simply relax and do nothing in the meantime. And maybe take good pictures while I’m at it. 

Press Release :D

So you did find my blog. I’m impressed. Remind me to ask for your help the next time I want to cyber stalk someone who’s beyond my cyber stalking prowess, i.e. the love of my college school life who in the time of facebook and google still has no online presence until now. Haha. But I digress. The truth is, I kinda find funny the manner by which you let me know that you’ve found this blog. First, you asked if my nickname is ?Lorie, and then  you made fun of me and my air supply songs. And I remember thinking right there and then, ito na ang karma ko sa lahat ng pang-iistalk na ginawa ko dati sa crush ko. Haha. So thanks to this blog you now know all these useless information about me. Fine. That’s the point of blogging anyway-to let people witness my life for its events and non-events even though it’s actually 20% of the former and 80% of the latter. Haha.

As for your pending question which I didn’t get to answer earlier, some girls are unfaithful for the same reason men are: because they want the best of both worlds and they dont have the courage to choose what is best for them and to stick to that no matter what. And since infidelity is not gender specific,I’ll tell you the same thing I tell my female friends who are smilalry situated:if trust is the issue, then you know there’s no genuine issue. In other words, kailangan pa bang i-you know what yan? Haha. Move on, pick up the pieces, and cyber stalk if you must. With the help of Google, the search will soon be over. Haha.