My first love turns 25

And it’s true.  I think most people won’t find that surprising, but every time I get drunk, teary and emotional and in the middle of a made-up/for-real crisis, I always say that Marga is my first love.  I grew up with her.  I was immature with her.

But I think the past year had made her wiser than me.  After all, she’s a mother now.

But that’s the new Marga.  What I can clearly recall is the old Marga.  Or rather, the young.  The one who loves putting flowers in people’s hair.

I think she was the one who convinced me to stuff my breasts.

She also told me to jump.  And bravely at that.  I think it’s because she’s so used to it.  Hahaha.

I don’t think she was ever hesitant or scared that she might fall or get hurt.  I think we’ve made a pact to always be the first to each other’s aid when we get in trouble.

We dressed up together, got pretty together, cooky together.  I pretty much did everything with her.

We slept together, woke up together, got wasted together.

I pretty much cannot imagine how my life would be like without her.  She’s smart, strong, and stunning.  Prolly the only S’s you will need in a woman.  I’ve always known she’s all these… I think it’s about time she knows it too.

Happy birthday, Love. :)  You know I’m here for you always.

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Hap Chan, TOSH and Shakey’s

We’ve been trying very hard to be an interesting family again.  And by interesting, I mean rediscover the beauty of dining out.  It was quite fun, convincing my mother to dine out one evening.  To be honest, if there won’t be an event, I highly doubt we’d ever eat out.  That’s the price you pay for having parents that cook like chefs and are satisfied with the usual dishes.

So yeah, I elbowed them to get me my fix of dining out.  First stop was Hap Chan, about a couple of weeks ago. :)

They have pretty good house tea. We had about two refills of this.

Their shark's fin dumpling is soooo good.

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I have a tingly feeling. I think they call it “hope”.

First post of 2010 and I do not want to disappoint. :)

Last night’s celebrations definitely made me realize one thing:  I do not want to celebrate any year-end holiday not being in the Philippines.  There’s nothing like Christmas and New Year’s here, especially New Year’s.  The firecrackers, the fireworks, the ham, the booze, the cheese, the every-kind-of-salad salad, everything.  You haven’t experienced New Year’s if you haven’t experienced it in the Philippines, believe you me.

As tradition, a lot of people I know have started writing their resolutions.  Apparently, there are so many things in their lives that they want to change.  I don’t blame them.  Man’s appetite, by nature, is considered to be insatiable — and that is both good and bad.  I’m happy for my friends and the steps that they want to make to improve the quality of their life.  I am happy that they are recognizing their mistakes and lapses and writing down a personal contract to make things right, if not better.  I am happy for them.  I really am.  But I just want to let them know that I love them for who they are, not for what they’ve done.  And I leave them with one advice:  Never let the things you want make you forget the things you already have.

I started the year in love.  I can’t believe it either, but I have been in love with the same guy for the past three years and seven months (not that I’m counting).  We’ve had our share, if not more, of ups and downs, and to be frank, I never really thought we’d make it this far.  So you see, 2010 seems to start of on a good note:  a really good surprise.  I am hoping that he’s in love too, ‘coz it would really suck to be the only one on this page.  Hahahaha.  I know that he loves me.  He loves me because.  :)

I know I should follow my friends’ example and write down a list I would want to accomplish this year.  I don’t blame them for wanting to accomplish so much.  We were never meant to live meager lives. :)  But I have learned my lesson in writing resolutions; sometimes, they just stay written.  However, according to my good friend Moks Gonzales and his favorite book The Secret, everything is more powerful and realistic when it’s written down.  And I am not going to be the one to reject an opportunity to write.

Here are the things I want to accomplish by 2010:

   1. Land that managerial position.
   2. Read (and own) 50 more books by December 31, 2010.
   3. Watch at least 10 independent films.
   4. Have a year-end savings of at least P50,000.
   5. Have matching lingerie.  (This is self-indulgent, I know.)
   6. Chronicle my life in a more animated structure.  (AKA blog more.)
   7. Purchase a new investment piece.

I have my options for that new investment piece and that piece is intended to feed my shutterbug itch.  Will definitely post something great and amazing when that time comes. :)

So there you go, people.  My list for 2010.  I hope your list is better than mine. :)  Have a great year.

I have a tingly feeling. I think they call it “hope”.

First post of 2010 and I do not want to disappoint. :)

Last night’s celebrations definitely made me realize one thing:  I do not want to celebrate any year-end holiday not being in the Philippines.  There’s nothing like Christmas and New Year’s here, especially New Year’s.  The firecrackers, the fireworks, the ham, the booze, the cheese, the every-kind-of-salad salad, everything.  You haven’t experienced New Year’s if you haven’t experienced it in the Philippines, believe you me.

As tradition, a lot of people I know have started writing their resolutions.  Apparently, there are so many things in their lives that they want to change.  I don’t blame them.  Man’s appetite, by nature, is considered to be insatiable — and that is both good and bad.  I’m happy for my friends and the steps that they want to make to improve the quality of their life.  I am happy that they are recognizing their mistakes and lapses and writing down a personal contract to make things right, if not better.  I am happy for them.  I really am.  But I just want to let them know that I love them for who they are, not for what they’ve done.  And I leave them with one advice:  Never let the things you want make you forget the things you already have.

I started the year in love.  I can’t believe it either, but I have been in love with the same guy for the past three years and seven months (not that I’m counting).  We’ve had our share, if not more, of ups and downs, and to be frank, I never really thought we’d make it this far.  So you see, 2010 seems to start of on a good note:  a really good surprise.  I am hoping that he’s in love too, ‘coz it would really suck to be the only one on this page.  Hahahaha.  I know that he loves me.  He loves me because.  :)

I know I should follow my friends’ example and write down a list I would want to accomplish this year.  I don’t blame them for wanting to accomplish so much.  We were never meant to live meager lives. :)  But I have learned my lesson in writing resolutions; sometimes, they just stay written.  However, according to my good friend Moks Gonzales and his favorite book The Secret, everything is more powerful and realistic when it’s written down.  And I am not going to be the one to reject an opportunity to write.

Here are the things I want to accomplish by 2010:

   1. Land that managerial position.
   2. Read (and own) 50 more books by December 31, 2010.
   3. Watch at least 10 independent films.
   4. Have a year-end savings of at least P50,000.
   5. Have matching lingerie.  (This is self-indulgent, I know.)
   6. Chronicle my life in a more animated structure.  (AKA blog more.)
   7. Purchase a new investment piece.

I have my options for that new investment piece and that piece is intended to feed my shutterbug itch.  Will definitely post something great and amazing when that time comes. :)

So there you go, people.  My list for 2010.  I hope your list is better than mine. :)  Have a great year.

It’s the holidays. Yay.

Actually, it’s no longer the holidays.  More like holiday left overs.  Spent Christmas with the Arriola clan in Tita Leonor’s house in Happyville, but it was hardly happy.  For one, my cousin slash look-a-like Donna was not able to come.  Apparently, she had to work on Christmas.  That’s the downfall of being a nurse; never really getting to celebrate holidays.

Kudos to Dylan though because he managed to swing by later that afternoon.  I think we’re doing better now.

Patrick Sebastian called about twice yesterday, asking about our Module 300 paper.  I can feel him pimping his paper, and I somewhat feel guilty for not doing the same.  In a way, it’s starting to feel like I am resting on my laurels and my mad skills as a writer (yes, I said it, so sue me).  But on the other hand, I am starting to feel under prepared for this whole thing. 

Supposedly, we will submit our three-page paper and presentation on the 29th after the branch head reads and evaluates it on the 28th.  I know those dates are pretty close already but still, I haven’t even gotten started on the presentation yet.  Worse, I want to repeat my entire paper.  It feels so uninspired and inadequate.  My friends keep telling me I should refrain from doing that, finishing something only to start from scratch.  They say, I am no longer a "struggling artist" that can junk everything in a blink and start over.  They say, I am no longer an unexpressed individual.  I now have the reigns to my own life and choices that must be made either out of responsibility and obligation.

I say, that’s quite a mouthful.

So instead of preparing the presentation as I originally planned, here I am, blogging away.  If my batch mates from the program could see me now, they just might shake their heads in disappointment, if not in disbelief.

Let’s make this a more fruitful blog.  From this point forward, I will do my best to put up reviews of literature I’ve read.  Now this will compel me to read more.  Ha.  What a good way to end the year. :)