Hi everyone! It’s been quite a while since I last gave an actual update. Since my grad school class for the day hasn’t really started yet, I would like to take this opportunity and update you of the changes in this site.
First and foremost, I would like to welcome my new subscribers. Thank you very much for choosing this site to be a part of your reading habit. I hope my posts add some value in your life, and I am looking forward to following you all back.
As you may have noticed, I’ve started to create a daily theme for this blog. With all the balls I have in the air — wedding planning, schooling, working, family duties, church obligations — I need some sort of system and regularity. Right now, we have two themes: Music Monday and Feels Friday.
Music Monday is quite self-explanatory. I feature a song every week that I got to discover either through Spotify or YouTube. It may not be obvious but I love music. I love the fact that I am not restricting myself to just one genre, but you may notice that most of my selections are from European artists. To be honest, it’s the accent that gets me. (Don’t deny that it gets you too, please join my boat.)
Feels Friday, on the other hand, are poems, lyrics, letters found all over the web that just tug at my heartstrings, either to restore faith in humanity or just blow my heart into pieces. This actually may seem redundant now, because I am featuring a poem everyday for National Poetry Month. If you have suggestions, recommendations, and other references that you want to be featured here, I would love to hear from you. Or better, if you have your own compositions, let me know how I can help to feature it here.
Another section I added is S/He said. These are quotes from different men and women that I believe to be compelling and worth hearing out. Sometimes, I feature someone as serious as Elie Wiesel, sometimes it’s Louis CK. It is a smorgasbord of everything that inspires me, gets me all excited, acted up, teared up, or torn into pieces, sometimes all at once. I hope my selections will be diverse enough for everyone’s enjoyment.
I’m still looking into adding more constant sections. But for now, I hope these small additions are good escapes from your worries or escalate your joys into bliss.
Again, thank you all for subscribing! For comments and suggestions, especially if I failed to credit your work or someone else’s, please do not hesitate to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
For now, here’s how I look when I’m all clean and made up. Teehee.
I finally found the time to tell you more about what I saw and did in Paris. It’s mostly for work, though, so forgive me if the narration is not as extensive as any travel blog. There are some things I am legally not allowed to disclose. But this — this amazing moment in my life — I cannot wait to share this.
As I said in my previous blog, I had the opportunity to visit France for a Parisian work thing that I am not legally allowed to disclose. (What an introduction)
You can only imagine how excited I was. It has been too long since my last intercontinental travel and Paris nonetheless! I was almost pissing my pants the entire time I was waiting for my departure date to come. I knew immediately that I wanted to be a compact traveler, especially I would only be there for 10 days. I was excited for the weather (tail end of winter!), for the clothes (boots, leggings and coats!), for the food (macarons, bread, bread, bread, and chocolates!) and most especially, the sights.
I was debating between getting a museum pass but given the strict work schedule, I don’t think I would be able to maximize its worth. So in my head, after work, I’d just walk around, train around, get lost in the most romantic city in the world. I had nothing planned, but I had my Lonely Planet guide with me. My bags were packed, my plane was waiting and I jetted off in an almost 20 hour flight with two stopovers to Charles De Gaulle Airport, the busiest airport in France.
The beau was quite excited for me and I thought it was because I was so excited for myself. But when I exited the baggage claim area of Terminal 2F, I discovered why he was so excited for me.
He was there, waiting to keep me company for the next 10 days. There. Waiting. For me. In Paris. To be with me. In Paris.
I think I was crying for a good five minutes.
PARIS. The most romantic city in the world. With all the coffee and desserts and chocolate and wine and fine dining. There with me. Just me. For me.
It was the most romantic experience I have ever had in my entire life. I remember feeling shocked, I remember crying. There was a lot of hugging and kissing (ewww TMI sorry), and a lot of “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” in a loud shrill voice.
Fifteen minutes in Paris and already it was turning out to be the most memorable experience of my life.