You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.

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Thursday, September 1, 2011

The half a year that's gone but shared in photos

I opted to make a change in lifestly so I did join and finished a marathon

The clear skies at the finish line

Had cocktails in a Mexican restaurant after a hearty Thai dinner (photo below)


Because we craved for chinese food


And I find that cups of tea are more comforting than cocktails

Breakfast buffet to celebrate one of my favourite person's birthday and our common love for breakfast food!

Sushi loading after at Kura

Trip to Wellington where it actually snowed :)

Me turning 26

Someone asked me to marry him and of course I said Yes!


Fancy dress ups with girl friends

Videoke: The Filipino way

Making amends

Keping old ones

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Ang Pagkamatay ng Tropang Cinco

Somehow, I felt a part of me died.

We were never officially tropang cinco 'til the later years in college. And we never really had to name the group. We just loved hanging out. We were together during long breaks when we always procrastinated about studying, while sneaking out and cutting classes, and during lunches at Dapitan sharing overflowing saucers of gravy and pieces of yema. Those times when we stayed at Lea's apartment 'til late or asked Sonny for one more bottle of Coke 1.5 were really sticking in my head as good, fun college memories. And yes, our friendships deepened. For years, I actually believed that we were inseparable. Well, because for sometime, we actually are. We laughed so hard at each others' jokes 'til our stomachs hurt. We covered up for each other for reasons known only to us. We stood by each other through eyeballs, flings, new boyfriends and girlfriends and breakups. We walked with each other hand in hand along conscious lane, lover's lane, engineering pav, walkway and Beato pav to people-gaze, which we all enjoy doing. Just the mere sight of each other and the little jokes and punchlines we throw at each other makes our day complete. We were just 5 simple people who happen to love the same things and respect each others' differences. And it was a wonderful thing! Cause even when I left the country, I still felt a strong connection that binds all of us together. Like there's a link that always said I belonged to a group, the kind that stuck together 'through thick and thin'. Or so I thought.

And yet, those 8 years we have caught and gotten each others' backs just seem to disappear all of a sudden. Slowly, things were fading. In a blink of an eye, everything's changed and suddenly someone seems like a stranger to me. Someone I used to share secrets with is now someone who can't even bother to introduce her boyfriend to me. And man, it hurt like hell! It hurt to know that you aren't important enough to know someone who's in her life, that you are bypassed, that you don't deserve to know what's happening anymore and that someone already replaced you.

It feels different: very odd. And very painful.
My homebase is not such anymore. And before I even begin to go into denial or have some unrealistic expectations of how our story twisted, I am telling myself to just accept and let it go. People change. And damn right, they change A LOT!

Monday, September 21, 2009

A joke a day, sends all my blues away

Dear Lea,

You made me smile today...laugh, in fact.

I was so tired today when i came home from work. It was crazy this morning so I had a nap, ate early dinner and watched a movie on DVD and then I decided to go online. I didn't really plan on catching up with anyone today because I am still feeling battered from work. Poor body mechanics or whatever. This is one of the "too-lazy-i-don't-wanna-go-to-work-anymore day". And really, i just wanna fake it and stay in bed the whole day tomorrow. the routine just makes me sick. The silence is deafening, feeling all alone and miserable. Sigh. But I typed your URL on my search engine and boom, I laughed like mad! You made my day. Just like the old college days when you never fail to make me laugh in the middle of all the cramming and sleeplessness. Despite the distance, you push me to do good, you take my side, you tell me upfront if you think i'm wrong. Thanks for the company.

I wanna laugh beside you again, laugh so loud that my tummy begins to hurt and tears well up in my eyes.

This makes me miss you more.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Athos, Porthos, Aramis

I have been here for a couple of years now and it hasn't been easy. And during times when my hormones are surging, it becomes more difficult because I am more contemplative and extra emotional. Just like now, which is why I think that this entry shouldn't be written in the 1st place because I might regret it later on. Just like being sober after a terrible night of being drunk or the feeling that "i shouldn't have" the morning after...
I am always in a trio.
In the early years of high school, I was with 2 other newcomers: Vanessa and Janus. We got along really well, staying late after school, trying to decipher how it is to fit into an exclusive all-girls school after years of being in a co-ed classroom. Vanes is the bubbly one who is very extrovert and who everybody else loves. It was easy for her to form new friends. While Janus on the other hand is the more introvert type, very smart but who takes time to come out of her shell. Later, we drifted into different sections, thus different barkadas but we still got that bond that holds us close because afterall, in a strange environment of everyone wearing a skirt, we managed to survive and settle.
During the next 2 years in high school, I was with 6 other friends who shared the same love for eraserheads, gigs, late night phone calls and passing messages. We weren't the sleezy bitches that everyone hated for cutting classes, stealing boyfriends and spending 95% of the time putting makeup on. We were good, i think. We belonged to decent clubs and electives, became part of the school newspaper, student council and debate club. None of us failed or was sanctioned for whatever reason. But over the years, only 3 of us managed to stay present for eachother. It's me, Donna and Joy. We are different on so many levels yet we get along really well. Joy is always brutally honest. If one of us needed to face the truth, Joy is the one who will tell it to us. Donna is more sympathetic. She will listen and give unsolicited advices but in the end will tell you it's still your call. They are 2 persons I badly miss. Joy just moved to Texas with her family while Donna is busy with her healing workshops back home.
College was different. I was at a loss. It was the real world: strange and scary. But i found Lea and Paula. We got along so well laughing at each other's jokes, learning from everything that seemed alien to us, crawled our way out of nursing alive. The difficulty of nursing was compensated for by nights of staying at Lea's unit sharing secrets and love stories. And everything seemed realtively easier. Lea is the hilarious one who knows when to get into serious business. She copies notes for all 3 of us and makes sure neither of us miss class. And she is the possesive one too, which I think is reasonable because I am the same as well. Paula is the happy go lucky type who doesn't seem to care, who will push me to do anything as long as it will make me happy. She will cover up for me if needed and will not let me feel guilty about the stupid things i did or said. Both of them are very supportive, very loyal, very sincere and that's what I love most in them.
And then for a long time, I didn't have friends as close as those I mentioned above. and then when I came here, I formed another friendship with Carrie and Yen. When I first started my job, there weren't very much young nurses on our ward which made me and Carrie really close. We did our workbooks together, took our exams and practicals almost at the same time and eventually we started going to Mcdonalds for supper after work. When Yen started we didn't know if she was nice but when we started working together, we found out that we jived a lot! And so we started hanging out, requesting for the same breaks, telling each other about our own struggles, our difficulty coping, our complaints about co-workers and patient workload. And then we started liking the same persons and disliking the mean ones. And then we started having our girly dates wherein we would binge out and eat and indulge and windowshop and talk endlessly.
This next one, makes me feel ambivalent. 2 of my friends from college are here as well and we've been seeing each other more often recently. It is actually quite securing to know that I am with people whom I already know..that it's just a matter of developing the friendship deeper. We have planned to go shopping in Australia and buy LVs. And then suddenly it hit me straight and hard. These are the plans and promises I made with Paula and Lea. And i felt really terrible inside. It was like betraying myself because I knew in my heart that i wanted to do these things with these 2 tried and tested friends of mine. But I also reminded myself that it is not feasible at the moment and the more i felt like crying.
I miss my trios a lot. I miss being secured between 2 close friends of mine without a care in the world. I miss the secrets, the jokes, the advices, the late nights, the loyalty, the certainty, the genuine friendship. And now, I really feel like letting out a good cry.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

a weekend-er

the weekend has been full of emotional ups and downs. it's weird how so many things happen in just 3 days.
yesterday, we found ourselves sorting songs from never ending folders and folders from a hard drive. and oh my! the songs dated from way back (like when I was in high school). and even if i wasn't planning or not even in the mood to remember the awkward highcshool moments, the long overnight phone calls (like we weren't seeing each other the next day), the messages we kept on passing written on pieces of paper which, makes all the "messengers" (i.e. whoever had the unfortunate role of passing the paper to another person until it reaches me or one of my friends), and those lunch breaks we spent while one is whining, one is cramming, one is eyeing her crush, one is smiling while texting and other one making weird food combinations from what seems edible in the caf. those were just the tiniest details i could gather from my mind at this point but believe me when I say that there's SO MUCH MORE. And sometimes, a lot of times actually, highschool is like vegas. Everything that happened there, stays there. :)
and then came the college days. the time when i was so busy holding on to highschool stuff, highschool friends, highschool everything that i began to feel i am not even present while my everday life is unfolding in college. so is tarted to let everything go and move forward. and here, i met several insanely good and loyal friends! that i seriosuly can't get enough of. They condoned my cutting classes at times, making sure i am still updated and ready for the next class. They are the ones who knew when i needed a spare 1/2 lengthwise for a quiz because i don't even have a single piece of it in my bag (or just too late to grab one because the professor's dictation is already in number 3. dman it! missed out on the 1st two.) These college friends of mine proved to me that dreams are made to come true. and together we worked on our licences.
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2 days ago, I decided upon myself that i wanted to move to Canada. well, not really wanted as if i was given a better choice, i'd rather be back home still. But my point is, I was thinking on moving to another place again. So i told him about it. And he was stoic, emotionless, cold, dismissive. He said it was my decision and that i should think about it but he'd understand if i'd wanted to go.
sigh.
i didn't hear what i wanted to...from him. he didn't say what i needed to hear.
and then i started feeling all warm and i felt my face was turning red. and then the 1st teardrop came. i kissed him soft and long and i looked at him straight in the eye and asked him if he really wanted me to leave. and he faced me, curled like a child on bed and said, "i want to be selfish. ayokong umalis ka. masaya na ako na nandito tayo. nakikita ko na yung mgaiging buhay natin dito, yung magiging pamilya natin dito..." and he shooked his head like a child caught lying and finally admitted to the truth. and i cried some more. it's finish. and then he blurted out, "Wag mo akong iwanan" and we settled in a tight embrace. and that, that sealed the day.
I was almost motionless, my heart is satisfied. I feel renewed in a sense, my mind clearing up, feeling that i'm ready that in the coming days, i can make new plans for myself and for us.