You Call Me Weird When

I ‘ve been tagged by blackfanatik (http://blackfanatik.wordpress.com/2007/07/23/you-call-me-weird-when/) to in his words “reveal the weird things” you know about oneself ; originally from fivefeetflat. And accordingly the rules:

“The one who got tagged will tell 6 weird things about himself thru their blog which should also state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to tag people and list their names. Don’t forget to let them know they’ve been tagged! The original rule says 6 people to tag but I’ll spare only 3. So you must have that minimum number of people to inflict this curse.”
Here yah go.

6. I don’t put sugar on my milk or in my black coffee. Should I really explain this? Because I just like it that way *winks*

5. I know how to cook adobo (pork or chicken) in five ways. And my siblings tell me that they can tell how I feel at the time I cook it because they can taste it in the viand. They say it’s still edible and tasty but each one has a twist of its own. And the really weird thing about it is that I have been able to replicate that distinct taste every time I cook. So they think it’s not anything emotional or accidental…they really think I have 5 recipes hidden subconsciously. *lolz* But that the odd thing is..hehehe. I don’t.

4. A third of my wardrobe is black. And the second third of it is white. I think I’d never have enough of them. Call me extreme and black and white girl. And I must admit too, most of my gray shirts are gifts *I guess I never really see myself half empty or half full, but determined, decided and holistic!*

3. I thought that as I grow up I would love tulips (like my friends) or stay liking roses (like most girls) or would learn to like orchids (like my mom). But I realized recently, especially when I recall the garden of my grandmother back in the province..I fancy daisies. I realized how I've fallen in love with daisies as I recall them. *sigh* The catch? I don’t want to see them very often. I just want to see them once in a while. Weird, huh?!

2. All my possessions have names. These include inanimate objects like my stuff toys, my cellphone, my key chains and just about any of my favorite personal stuff. The catch is that I keep their names secret (most of the time) as if we are a part of the Pentagon, sometimes the CIAs and special agents working with M.I. or 24 or CSI or ABU of Criminal Minds...and recently with Dexter (the serial killer!). I guess this shows the Charlie's Angel or the 007 agent-whishful thinking in me!

Top most of my six:

1. Every morning, I smile at myself at the mirror. No one have seen me do this before ^_^ It’s a private ritual I do to keep up with the hustle, surprises and the happiness in life.

Your turn: Consi, Kakay and Owen!

An Ode to my Love

I have been listing a lot of little trips since 2004. And it’s my little way of trying to get rid of this restlessness.

Quite expensive delusion of moving on isn’t? Maybe.

I tried to pretend not to know the reason why, but I do.

You see, I wanted to see the world. Hoping that sometime and someday you’d see how I see them too. And we both can see the life that we lived and live in each other eyes.

Sigh. I guess that will happen, no more.

Recently, I have been dreaming of you. And I captured your face in a dream.

So I recall the times we were together; and this moment that we can never be.. I felt heartbroken and euphoric.

I know that at the time, we realized that we do not want to go on with this profound love; we have died.

A death, which is more tragic than life itself.

I hallucinated that we were breathing in each other arms. And yet we now have lived a million years…because we are ready to love again.

Probably not the same.
But most definitely will love still.

Each other?

Maybe...

No?

he said, she said... we agreed
not anymore..
and then silence and tears overwhelmed
you and me.

Sleepless in Singapore

This vacation was long overdue.

I was suppose to have joined my bestfriend last year with her friends from U.P. around July, but I was given a special task at work and was sent to Japan. Second time late last year I had a terrible cough and fever. And early this year..I was financially inadequate but just like any small trip I plan, everything happens according to God's time and not mine. And when everything was all set; I didn't have to worry about anything.

So don't burn your bridges..keep on building them. And make sure to maintain the great bridges that only true and real friends bring! I know this because I am so lucky to have them!

And like all of my little trips..all is great! Good food, nice place and great company! I was dead tired (not much rest and sleep)from the daytrips, with the late chitchats until dawn with Jaja (who was so kind enough to adopt me too..*hugs* thank you!). Then there were the foodtrips with some ex-officemates and both long-time and new friends..And so my wallet is also aching (lolz!) but what-duh-heck iI have so much fun!

But to top it all my questions were answered and all my prayers was provided according to His grace. *sigh*

I have another trip to look forward to..And I know this is one of the few that I will always cherish *winks*

I recently watched Y speak and their topic wassss about ex-es. Their episode was titled "Ex-cess Baggage". But I was only half-listening and half-watching; I was actually playing a mobile game "bubble"..hehehe.
Anyway, beyond the distractions, the profoundness of the sentimental and the "so-so-smart" debating... one line hit me. It goes (something like):

We get to know ourselves better when we are in a relationship. And most of the time we do not like what we found out about our ourselves. But even if we do not like ourselves, we have to admit that fact that it makes us a better person because eventually we wanted to like ourself better, too.

Aheemmm..*so true* lang ang ma-cocomment ko ^_^