Love

Blogging to you now, LIVE!

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It is quite amusing how I’ve found this nifty little thing to be available here in the office.  I have tons of work to do, but I know I just have to write down a few words before everything gets hectic again.

This month shows a lot of promise, mainly because it is so jampacked.  On Saturday, I’m attending a photoshoot of an event I am yet to secure permission before announcing.  It’s quite personal but because it’s for someone close to my heart, I am excited.  Then on Sunday, my cousin Kuya Marc is arriving from New Jersey.  Whoopdeedoo!  I love him and all, but my family knows very well that I love him best because he’s bringing me my shoes.

For the new followers, I am a shoe whore.  I’m not even afraid of saying it out loud.  Shoe whore.  Mother effin’ shoe whore.  I once spent 20,000 on shoes, because they were on sale and they were my favorite local brand.  Yup.  I’m a slut like that.

Then there’s the event that follows the photoshoot.   Hahahaha.  I can’t really contain the excitement because it has been a while since I last hosted something.  I can’t wait to get rid of my discretion.

When it comes to work, every detail counts and I am very happy where I am right now.  I am in a position where I am actually contributing to something with a purpose.  It can be hell sometimes, especially when my boss gets a knack of giving me tough deadlines, but it keeps me on my toes.  For once, I am not sleepy nor groggy after lunch.  So much for the godly hour.

Anyway, I hope your month is as packed as mine.  Started this month right by watching Legend of the Guardians last night.  IT.  WAS.  AWESOME.  But more of that later.

For now, I give you my love. :)

I FFFFound Love.

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I’ve always known I’ll always be in love.  I guess that’s the reason why I love seeing love.  And collecting them.  And making them appear mine.  Even if I already have my own.  :)

I have a date with my someone tomorrow evening.  He’s a really good kisser.  :)

I love my new shoes!

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Yup.  That’s basically the reason why I blogged. :)  I renewed my love for shoes by purchasing a pair with my own cold hard tax-deducted cash!  Hahahaha.

The best part of it is the fact that Dylan loved it on me. :)  You gotta love a man who loves a woman in her heels. :)

And I’m off.  That’s basically it.  A tribute to my new pair.  Imagine what October would look like.  *hint hint*

A funny day at Rodic’s

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I introduced Dylan to Rodic’s.  For those who studied at UP, this eatery is a staple. :)  It serves what I believe is the best tapa I’ve ever tasted (or at least, those quickie made ones).  So when Dylan picked me up for breakfast one time, I decided to take him to a Rodic’s branch at the end of Maginhawa.

We formed a habit of drinking Berocca for breakfast (in hopes of creating a stronger immune system).

After having their usual tapsilog (of course, it’s the usual for me since I’ve been having it for almost a year now), Dylan ended up looking like this.

That's one happy face right there. :)

Then we noticed something on the menu.  And we had a hard time stifling our laughter.  We didn’t want to be rude; it was barely 10 in the morning!

I'm sure you'll spot it, just look closer. XD

Ah, it’s the simple joys of life that never fail to make a day better. :)

Thank you for a memorable breakfast.

To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

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¿Para qué vale la pena, valió la pena todo el tiempo.

It’s the Spanish translation of one of my favorite song lines ever.  It’s not new, that’s for sure, but for me, it was that memorable.

I don’t know why lately I’ve been quite melodramatic about how the state of the “Carla” is going.  There are just some realities that cut to close to the eye, and there’s no stopping it because it happening is just a matter-of-fact.

Take for example Dylan’s IELTS review.  He’s taking it in preparation for his overseas employment.  We’ve already talked about this; it is actually one of the more practical talks that we’ve had for a long time.  Upon completing the first year in his contract, he will start preparing all the necessary documentation and licenses needed for overseas employment.  We have targeted the UK for him, mainly because of the NHS and how they don’t choose who to cure (oh yes).  When he heard about the gravity of the taxes there, well, it’s an understatement to say that he was discouraged.

There’s something about that plan that breaks my heart; I am yet again going to be left behind.  Although I know the reasons (and they are really good reasons) for his departure, it doesn’t make my heartbreak any less bearable.

I told him to just bear the taxes.  I want him to actually help people.  The only instance that I felt that kick from him, that accomplished kick of being an ER nurse, was when they tried to save a 22-year-old guy with the younger brother waiting at the wings.  Whichever country he goes to, he and his immediate family will always have the same healthcare benefits.  What I want him to have is the liberty to care for anyone who needs it.  Without that, the only difference would be higher pay.

The guy didn’t make it.  And Dylan is once again confronted by man’s mortality.

Most of the time, I am thankful that his occupation often has brushes (actually, laps and laps and laps) with death.  He lives happier now, takes care of himself better, looks out for others more cautiously… and I believe I have to be thankful for what he does.  There are off days of course, but they no longer last as long as they used to.

There are far more things that trouble my mind, apart from Dylan’s impending departure.  I’m trying to be as pragmatic about everything as I can be, but then again, my melodramatic side can only change so much.

Okay, I’m skirting off to work now.  Toodles.