Summer List

Just because I feel like things are getting stagnant once again (meaning, work is driving me crazy and it's becoming the center of my universe), I'm listing down my summer wishlist, just so I'd be forced to do something different for the season.

Let's see where my creativity will lead me.

1. Grow my hair!
2. Get highlights or something.. just so I wouldn't get bored with it.
3. Go on a Manila tour with a friend
4. Paint again. Just anything random. I just need to hold the paintbrush and see where it leads me.
5. Change tumbler design according to season
6. BeachBEACHbeachBEACHbeach!!
7. Take a picture of myself everyday. Outfit shots if possible.
8. Finish listening to all the songs on my old ipod. :)

Summer, where are you??

Yesterday, I walked all the way from Bonifacio High Street to Serendra, while getting soaked wet by the rain. Poetic? Yeah, now it is. It didn't seem so poetic last night.

You see, I wanted to go home already, thus, the long wet walk. It was already around 11ish, and I've already been waiting for the rain to stop for a couple of hours. Seeing that it wasn't letting up, well, I walked in the rain.

And then I realized, hey, it's the middle of April, why the hell is it raining? I'm not even half done with summer, and it's already raining. Very, very wrong. It can't end yet, I'm just starting!

I want to go back to the beach. And this time, I'M SERIOUSLY GETTING A TAN. I've been really worried about getting myself burned because of work, that's why my past two beach trips have been.. well... it got me darker, but I want to be darker still!

I'm hoping that I can squeeze a beach trip when I go home to Cebu to see my cousins! :) Shang Mactan!! Pleaaase!

See, maybe I never really learned anything at all!

"In some ways we grow up, have families, get divorced, but for the most part, we still have the same problems that we had when we were 15. No matter how much we grow taller, grow older, we are still forever stumbling, forever wondering, forever young." - Meredith Grey

I have a thing about getting older. Yes, I'm partly scared; I'm scared of growing old and wrinkly of having arthritis and getting sick. Part of me is thinking that growing old is overrated. I've said it so many times that when you're a kid, you want to grow old so fast; when you're there, you realize it's nothing to rush into, really.

Eight years ago I was the feeling mature kid, trying to get a hold of her hormones and ironically trying to fit in by not trying to fit in (or at least making it seem that she doesn't want to fit in when in fact, she does.) I was the go-to person of my crushes, and being that person to them gave me the satisfaction of being close enough to them. Only, that meant me boxing myself in to the "best-girl-friend" box.

Fast forward to 2009 -- my hormones are now manageable (read: no more acne!), but I'm still that girl that's trying to fit in by not trying to fit in. I still voluntarily box myself as the "best-girl-friend," and I'm still feeling mature (Yes the years did make a difference, but I'm still trying to act older than my real age.)

I really don't think anything more will change in the next couple of years. The way I see it, the problems/situations I get myself into now as an adult are like more complicated versions of whatever it was I went through during puberty. This means, even without noticing it, I'll end up dealing with them the same way I dealt with everything else in high school.

Sorry for rambling on and on. Maybe tomorrow I'll think otherwise.

The picture was taken during 1st year high school (2000), at Kodak Glorietta.

At 3:29am, on the 12th of April

Prodigal blogger is back; and now, she is debating whether to talk to boy-of-the-moment or not.

To tell you the truth, being my typical torpe self, I am waiting for him to talk to me. I've been changing my status message since I went online, in the hopes of him noticing that yes, I'm still online at this hour.

Now, what do I talk about here? I figured, I should blog, given that I'm already running out of things to do on facebook. Ugh. I think I'm going to talk about him. AGAIN. This is getting to be too much, if you get my drift. Helloooooo. I mention his name every other sentence!! I'm never like this! Ugh.

Can you tell me how to cure this very, very, very juvenile crush? I'm starting to imagine my life as a movie, and I'm thinking, I'm like Laida Magtalas (Sarah Geronimo) in A Very Special Love. I'm the (sort of) jologs girl who's so in like (I refuse to say love) with the rich, perfect bachelor. Hay. Jologs me. :(

See, I'm not even making sense here.

Anyway. There, I think I can sleep now. I already got to talk to him... and not just on YM. Hahaha! Eat that, other girl whose name I will never mention here! Hahahahaha!

Omg. I'm so sabaw! Okay, I'll sleep now. :)

I don't usually post things like these, but here goes..

What is a perfect girlfriend? They say there's no such thing as perfection, and that she doesn't exist.

Oh trust me, she does.

She dresses up all cute and pretty every time you take her out on a date. This is her way of keeping you interested as your eyes are locked solely on her. You stare at other girls instead, and she gets hurt and upset that all her time and effort were put to waste.
You call her insecure.

She holds on to you like she's never letting you go. This is her way of telling other girls that she's lucky that she has you, and no, you're not available.
You call her clingy.

She calls you the sweetest nicknames, or ones that only you two will understand. This is her way of saying how special you are, and that there's nobody else in this world like you. You call other girls "babe" just as how you would call her, and she gets disappointed.
You call her shallow and jealous.

She checks up on you, making sure you made it home safely or that you're not out getting yourself into any kind of trouble. This is her way of showing how often she thinks about you and that she worries constantly because that's how much she cares.
You say she's nagging.

She cries when you do or say something wrong. This is her way of saying "That hurt only because YOU said it and I love YOU."
You call her overly sensitive and emotional.

She loves you more than you love her. This is her way of dealing with the fact that your relationship wasn't like how it used to be, but she is willing to make room for more love and some changes. You push her away.
You call her dramatic and annoying.

So go ahead. Leave the insecure, clingy, jealous, nagging, overly sensitive, annoying girl.

She will soon be much happier in the arms of someone who actually deserves her: the perfect boyfriend.