Paradise Philippines

One may think that at a young age of almost 22, I'm experiencing the so-called dilemma three years too early. But what can I do, I'm advanced. lol.

Everywhere I look, all I see/hear about are friends, batch mates and /or acquaintances flying off to some faraway country in continuous pursuit of their dreams, or settling in their corporate offices, or else getting married/having children. And suddenly it all seemed like everyone was headed somewhere, and I'm still in this pit of never ending semi-vague ideas of my plans for my future. But in the midst of all the gibberish, often overwhelming ideas on how to make a life for myself, to lay the foundations of my future, I do have a few things that I know for sure:

• Having landed a job that actually keeps me interested and prevents boredom from seeping in helps in ways that young people may not even think about. Ahh, the previously despised adults were right: the day you stop learning is the day you die. But as they say, no matter how fat the paycheck is, it will not be worth it unless you have real passion for your job. Hence, the big switch from call center girl to a budding Internet marketer. And right now I have a few suntok sa buwan goals. So I guess that being able to visualize even the farthest pinpricks of dreams, I can say that I know where this road is taking me.
  
• I believe in marriage. And I believe in God. You would think that having gone through virtually every kind shitty boyfriend trouble that no self-respecting woman would ever take (and yeah I was not as self respecting back then as I am now but hey, cut me some slack, I was only sixteen. lol. ) would make me either swear men off altogether or become some kind of wild nympho. But it didn't. I can't think of any other reason except that I am such a terrible romantic and I believed in TRUE LOVE of all things, in spite of all that. That, and the dream that I would someday wake up next to someone I love and someone who loves me back--and the belief that God does things for a reason--keeps me in my warm, beautiful delusion. And who can tell, that might just come true in a few years or so.

SO. Those so far are the few but sturdy bricks that I managed to lay down the pavement. And knowing that I have something to feel passionate about, and someone who makes me believe in fairy tales like a giddy, courted girl makes me feel certain that somehow, direction has not altogether abandoned my life. For now, that's enough.

PS: He has something really beautiful to say: 

The real deal is having God hand you back the things you’ve lost packaged in an ethereal box labeled BETTER.

The relationship I currently enjoy with Camz has grown beyond a love pact between a pogi boy and a ganda girl. This is no teen show. More of two wanderers who find maps in each other: there in your eyes, the romance of two black moons, your mouth the morning oasis after the eve of drought, your body the land I long to conquer, your limbs the bridges that connect you to me. That upon separation, we both shall get lost, the gravest thing to happen in this world where people live to die just to find themselves a place in history.

We have gotten the approval of each other’s friends and family. We will be married someday. [READ MORE]

I never get tired of reading that.

A new layout to celebrate a new year (quite late, you say? hmm, maybe not. ). It was inspired by a certain Bee Gees CD cover that I can't find a copy of in the net, and the Bible story Noah's Ark.

On April 3, I would be (un)celebrating my first whole year as a non-student. And the truest thing I've learned so far is not all about the money, or how hard it was to earn it, or how fulfilling a job could be but the simple fact that most of the time, freedom is not so free. That, and that in spite of the fact that I look utterly ridiculous in slacks, I like wearing them coz it's very comfy. Like working in jimjams. Or in the nuddy-pants. My tummy is growing ever so large. I swear the corporate office life is taking its toll on me. 

Please do forgive the seeming lack of sense of this entry. I'm having a serious case of BD blahs.

I woke up to a string of SMS, all of which I envisioned came from him, although technically, it wasn't. It's like he was the tree, and the SMS senders were like branches and the message was the fruit. Nevertheless I do wholeheartedly thank all those "branches". I do love BD fruits.

I commend dadee (and of course his accomplice, Mitch), for the craziest BD bash on record. Between a stuffed pink radio, cute eggy thingies, and a reservation for a book that would be released on July 21 (wink, wink), whose BD wouldn't be complete? Not to mention our old-school, jologs-themed videoke stint (CLUE: Doctor Jones and MMBOP are included).

I thanks you both for making my day a happy one. Especially dad, who knows how big a deal BDs are to me. I love you, y'know.

Today we celebrate 1.7 (I'm sorry if I'm a bit cryptic with what I'm actually celebrating, I'm in a funny mood and I feel that they kinda make things more special). And all I can say is 1.7 makes me feel old and young and tearful all at once. I love the left-dimpled guy I spent 1.7 with. To bits. With all of me. From hair tip to toenail. Yeah you get the picture.

And because it's my BD and I'm intermittently suffering from Quarter-Life crisis, I decided to take a little quiz:

PS. I'm the featured New Maria. That's a little cool. I got the link from Riz. I'm gonna feature them on my "Now Showing" sidebar section next week.

PPS. I found the Bee Gees CD cover I tried very hard to imitate (here in my blog). GO and SEE!!  

The humiliation of having the latest SWS survey completely contradict the administration's proclamations of having alleviated poverty must have been some kind of mallet-hitting-the-head thing for Gloria Macapagal Arroyo. It made her kinda stupid. Imagine her saying this in a televised roundtable discussion on the economy at Malacañang:

"The question (in the survey was) if you missed one meal during the last three months? Even I missed one meal in the last three months, but…" Mrs. Arroyo said without finishing her statement.

What she failed to take into account is that unlike her, most of the people who experienced hunger was not because of some inane reason that she undoubtedly had for missing her meals. It was because majority of the Filipinos hardly earn enough for even a single meal in a day. How would she know that, when she's lugged around in an air conditioned limo from an air conditioned home to an air conditioned office. That, or her mole must be somehow obstructing her view. Tama na kasi palusot.

On a lighter note: And ♥ just keeps on getting better.

On a not so lighter note: I often wonder at how some people could find nothing better to do than to wait for other people to fall flat on their faces, so they could feel better about themselves. It brings to mind a picture of some kanto boy (or girl?) who placed banana skins on the pavement and waited to see who would step on it and slip, just so he or she could get a laugh. These kinds of people never realized that while they are laughing, those who slipped got up and went on their ways, while they are still sitting in the same old spot. Stagnant. Rotting (in hell I hope). So on whom is the joke on now?

• It gets more and more entertaining to visit PBB Season 2's thread in PEX every passing day. I swear I've never met people so passionate about their bets.  
• Tessie Oreta's "I'm Sorry" Ad makes me wanna puke.
• So does Tito Sotto's Eat Bulaga analogy ad.
• Jun Ducat's coverage is a total waste of 15 minutes' worth of fame. I smell something ratty and fishy in that very unlikely story--something called political scheming maybe?
• One of the websites I'm currently handling is like a dark, airless labyrinth where everywhere I turn I meet unforgiving dead ends. Pfft.
• Looking forward to a night of fun with dad and mitchie.
• Working on a new kick-ass layout for dad. Done by early next week.
• They say that imitation is the best form of flattery, but for the life of me I couldn't see what's so flattering about being imitated, particularly if the person imitating you is not even a friend (I mean if she was, that would've been okay, but she definititely isn't. FAR FROM IT). Why must she do everything I do? Grr.