Monday, December 20, 2010

Goin' Crazy with YIRUMA

I don't want to sleep yet. My clock says it's 7:55 am ph time, though my recently adapted lifestyle says it's 6:55 pm EST. Normally, I should hit the sack at this hour. Instead, i got my head in a state of reverie, melting me to the core just by merely listening to Yiruma's compositions.

It's so soothing, with a quality of being achingly beautiful! His music instantly puts me on cloud9. It can make my mind wander and temporarily be a time traveller. Enables me to look back to good memories, and painfully long for something, something, unreachable..

Well, I know my emotions tend to be over rated, but i don't care. LOL I am definitely hook with his songs since that time when a friend shared this link..

Before i knew it, i found myself starving for his music. So, I dug out his songs and never failed to hit play on my "daydreaming playlist" every waking hours. Here are my top faves from his compositions., but i got tons actually.

I'm going to dream of this on my wedding day. LOL ayeee..

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Straight from my training, I packed my clothes, hailed a cab and drove off to Mactan International Airport. It was my first solo flight ever and i headed to MANILA. It's the city capital, ill-famed for its bustling crowd. Yet amidst all the pollution, heavy traffic, high crime rates, people seemed to flocked all over the city.

Personally, i'm not a fan and I never dreamed of living in a crowd like this city. As far as I can remember, my appetite for Manila has long been gone. As expected, I have the right to hate the metropolis. Apparently, going there means witnessing it all. Since i'm always fascinated with history, not that i'm brilliant in that subject or anything, Manila will be one of the top cities in PH that has full of intriguing stories. From rajahs to spanish era, to World War 2. I decided to avoid the hustle and bustle of the modern city and explored the well preserved ruins of manila.

Once upon a time in INTRAMUROS, there was Jose Rizal, our national hero. I finally saw his prison cell. I had a glimpse with his tools that made him the heroic writer. I toured Intramuros, Fort Santiago and childishly stepped into Rizal's footprints.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Just Waiting

I just stumbled on this from Tawing's page. I have no idea where he got this, but definitely LOOVEEE this already. It somehow awakened the silly child in me! So cheesy I must say, but, eventually, waterworks came in for a moment. weeehhh. So.. to my prince out there, I'm just here waiting and i hope you are too. Together we'll wander the world with your white horse, magic carpet or whatever. You may be the person I grew up with, chilled out along with friends or some total stranger. However, I know that when U and I collide, its gonna be F.O.R.E.V.E.R! sesshh.. haha

Note: it's a long post but the letters are worth the read. :)

Dear You,

I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.

There is a part of every little girl's heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love's kiss.

In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who's willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.

Come high school, it's that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.

Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could've read as a kid.

A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like "All My Life" or "A Whole New World" in my head when I see him does not mean I don't hope that it'll ever happen.

I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I'm pretty sure our story will be epic.

However, I can't promise you that I'd make the world's most perfect princess. In fact I'll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I'll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.

I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.

I'll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that'll only be because I absolutely adore you. I'll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn't exist. I'll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.

I'll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I'll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.

I'll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.

I'll listen to your music and we'll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.

I won't be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won't need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I'm lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.

You'll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.

You'll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler's annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can't wait to love. Please know that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you're out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.

With the hope I will be yours for always,



Dear You,

I will admit that it came as a surprise to me when you decided to write a letter such as this. I always thought you were the type to keep things to yourself—one of the many things that keep us apart until now.

There is a part of every boy's heart that dreams of his princess. However, no matter what the age, this princess does not change.

Nineteen years into this life, and although your unwillingness to give your heart away is what troubles you, what troubles me is how willing I am each and every time to give my complete heart and yet there is no one to receive anything of me.

Try as I might to give my heart to someone I had imagined was perfect, and I end up putting the pieces back together, mustering the courage to make it seems like nothing is wrong and nothing has been lost, when in fact, everything in my life at that point feels otherwise.

Although I have only known you for a few years, I am as confident as a man in love can be, that you are the perfect girl I have been thinking of ever since. Nineteen years into this life, and we are both still apparently waiting... for someone to be swept off her feet, and for someone to sweep you off yours. And yet, here we are closer to each other than you would expect.

I am sorry I took this long. But, I hope you know, it has not been entirely easy, trying to whisk you off to my palace on horseback. I am not alone in this pursuit of your love and I have no palace to show you in comparison to the many other men who will try to win your heart. You have not been entirely cooperative as well, but I do not blame you for this. In fact, it's just one of the many quirks that sets you apart from other girls out there.

You will be disappointed to know that it has not been such a fairytale - meeting me, and for this I will be eternally sorry. I hope you know guys spend more than enough time trying to come up with the perfect introduction, what with sweaty palms and a shaky voice. As to the extreme disappointment I may cause you, I also hope you know that you are still as perfect in my eyes as always. I may not have begun it as a fairytale for us, but I will go through leaps and bounds to make you feel like the princess that you are.

Your eccentricities are what I love about you. Even during your occasional mood swings, it is the most endearing thing to see you shift gears. Although I must admit, sometimes it can be quite confusing; keeping me on my toes, it just makes me want to be with you even more. I want to be the man you stand beside at your best and your worst—because either way, you are still too beautiful, and I would be nothing less than the luckiest guy in town if you were just as happy as I was, standing beside you.

You are and will always be my best friend, even if one day I end up finding no more shirts because you have borrowed them all. And when you return them I end up not wearing them, still, because the scent is there to remind me of you even when you are not around. You are my best friend because you look out for me, after a stressful day, or after we lose a game of basketball. Even during times when you refuse to speak to anyone, me included—you are still my best friend.

You will be the girl I try so hard to cook for, and despite my best efforts I know I will fail, but I will love how you will try to taste my concoctions, even when the taste might make you cringe. You will be the girl whose mom I will try so hard to impress, and then you will fix my collar in hopes that I am ready to meet your parents. Adventure after adventure, you will be the girl I will see the world with, complete with the local cuisine taste and souvenir shots.

You are the girl I will smile to even in the worst of times. Even when the day feels like s__t, I know that when I see you that my world cannot be so bad if you are beside me. You are the girl whose smile I will wake up to, even when some mornings might find me with a slight case of morning breath. I cannot wait to love you.

Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope one day you will find me worthy of your heart. In the meantime, know that I am out here somewhere, waiting for you, hoping that you will be mine.

Loving you forever and a day,


Saturday, December 4, 2010

First Pay

Finally.. i got my pay! Not in my 21 years of a semi walk through of my life, have i ever got this sum of money that i can call my own, from my own sweat and blood. It's been 2 months of waiting to get a hold of this plastic orangie card. And now, tucked in an unopened brown envelope, along with the details of my new account, laid a card of 2 months worth of pay. My mom keeps bugging me about not having my pay yet. She found it ridiculous about not getting the pay after the training period, unlike my dad, who's cool as always. Actually, i was not really excited about it to be honest. Before yes, but now? LOL halfheartedly saying no.

I ventured to a call center work 2 months ago,in order for me to support the exam that i'm dying to pass. Yes! IELTS. I always find writing so mind-boggling, and that i can hardly substitute the ideas running through my brain with sophisticated descriptive words. I promised myself not to stop working until I hit the mark of at least 7 from my weak bond score of 6. I have also been eyeing on that DSLR for like a year? haha( L.A.M.E ) Well, if they won't buy me one, then i'll be saving money for me to have it. So, these two were the top most reasons why i'm sticking on that sedentary-somewhat-stressful caller job.

Ironically, i spent hours of day dreaming as to what stuffs to purchase right after receiving that e-wallet in my hand. Buy this and that, go to here and there. Then now at this very moment? while in touch with reality already, curling my hair seems to be pricey and buying that leather jacket makes me feel uneasy. I can't think of buying stuffs for myself, knowing that I hold my breath every time i go to work and deal with usually irate demanding callers from USA. Anyways, i'm still definitely up with the plan of allocating something for my parents this X'mas, and also to those people who made my 2010 oh so bright.. I'm uber excited for the yuletide season. I still wish for a snow in the philippines though. haha