Way to work it, Kim
I miss trick or treating. All that free candy is heaven!
Once, I went as a full on geisha, as per my mum’s decision. I had the full on kimono and make up too. Too bad I can’t find a picture of it.
Archive for October, 2008
sleepless again
I’ve been sleeping a lot at work lately. I can’t say I’m proud of this.
Sigh.
Thank goodness, we will be changing shifts next week. I get to be a day person again. Big woot.
I have been half and half sleeps for the last couple of months. Half in the morning and then another half in the late afternoon. Then I slep maybe a couple of hours in the office at around 1am.
Sigh.
the walk to the awaited aisle
My cousin finally got married last Saturday. At Caleruega no less.
It was just lovely.
Eric and Khareen On-site video from dPicman on Vimeo.
Mum was Ate Khareen’s godmother. She was so looking forward to this. But we did get to take home some of the lovely centerpieces from the reception to bring to mum’s.
The wedding was supposed to be 830 in the morning. It was located two hours away from our house so we had to get up at 430 in the morning to prepare and drive out.
Everyone was excited. This was actually a long awaited wedding because Ate Khareen was the oldest in our batch of cousins who we are really close with.
It was to be my first time in Caleruaga. I’ve heard friends and people gush about the place for their dream wedding. The Transfiguration Chapel was the place to get married in, or so I hear.
I’ve always liked going up to Tagaytay. It was a cool day with clear skies. I had a shawl to protect me from the gushes of wind. Or is it because I was wearing a spaghetti strap dress. Anyhow, it was perfect weather for a drive.
We made a quick stop at Mushrrom burger in Tagaytay for breakfast. All three of my siblings had two burgers each. If I weren’t weight watching, I would’ve too. As it were, I knew I was going to eat a lot at the Wedding and then at my friend’s kid’s birthday party the following day. Gluttony was the weekend’s theme but foregoing that extra burger was a needed. Let me pig out on the glorious celebratory food instead.
About thirty minutes from the burger stop, we finally arrived at the church. And it did not disappoint.
the transfiguration chapel, caleruega, nasugbu, batangas
Since churches are a must in a Catholic wedding, I would recommend this place to anyone who wants a picture perfect day. Everything was manicured to please even the crankiest of critics. A photo op was always just a step away in this place. You can check out their site at here.
But aside from the great scenery, Caleruage is also the perfect place if you’re looking for an intimate wedding. It is so remote that you will not see and hear any cars passing by. The chapel itself seats just about a hundred fifty attendees. Here, you can feel that the world stopped for your wedding. Isn’t that what every bride wants?
But for me, the most perfect feature of the chapel is the billowing winds. Imagine wrought iron doors swinging open for the grand entrance. A stream of light pouring in from the door. The bride beaming, her veil and dress dancing with the wind. One cannot wish for better cinematography than that.
It was the stuff chick flicks are made of. I truly hope theirs is a happily ever after.
it amuses me
that American politicians also resort to stuff like this. Here I thought only in the Philippines where you can see ”the great leaders” of our country dancing and singing during campaign season.
sanctuary at least
My neighbors have this insanely loud Pansol-type videoke machines that blast from 8 in the effin morning until night. Non effin stop.
Imagine hearing the theme song of the “best” Rico Yan and Claudine Barretto (sp?) movie several times throughout the day, while attempting to sleep, cleansing yourself, while cleaning your room, cleaning your pipes. Gah. It is enough to drive one insane.
So in the midst of the noise of the mall, I actually found some peace. Sigh. I never thought peace and quiet are such a commodity here in the metro. It is a standard when I am back home in Elbi. You can drop a needle and here it echo for miles there.
I think dislike for noise comes naturally with aging.
Gah. I’m old.
I was looking at this lovely lovely dress from French Connection earlier. It was on sale and it was just screaming my name. So I decide to try it on. And lo and behold. It does not fit. Sigh.
I guess gaining weight somes with age too. Hot damn! New catchphrase , btw. Hot deym! Tee hee.
So anyhow, since I have been whining for ages about my battle with the bulge, I have actually decided to take a step against it. I am now following a no rice diet. Instead, I have substituted rolled oats, which according to Wikipedia (not that it’s the best source of info but let’s believe anyway) is an excellent source of thiamine, iron, and dietary fiber. Fiber is helpful in reducing cholesterol levels in the bloodstream. Whole oats are also the only source of antioxidant compounds known as avenanthramides; these are believed to have properties which help to protect the circulatory system from arteriosclerosis. Oat products also contain beta-glucan, which may help Type 2 diabetics control their blood sugar level, and might also help stimulate the immune system to fight off bacterial infections.
And so far, it has been good for me, in terms of not being hungry the whole day. I eat a cup for my first meal for the day and some meat. Just like a regular meal. Then I eat a sandwich later on in the day. I really am not hungry all the time anymore.
Although, I have to admit, I still have my sweet tooth calling after every meal. I really should start having fruits instead of chocolates, cookies and candies. One at a time I guess.
Gone are the days when I don’t crave food. I guess it also comes with being in a relationship. I just can’t not eat when I’m around CB. Cause eating is as much as nutritional requirement as it is a social endeavor. Conversations are always interesting when shared over food and drinks.
So now, I’m trying to eat better when we go out to. Thankfully, we have been drinking beer less. We’ve been drinking alcohol in general less actually. Clean living here we go.
one more day to go
And contrary to my previous post, I am not excited about it.
In previous years, I always had a list of things I could do over my birthday. Actually, my birth month. It didn’t matter if I did it or not, but I was always into doing something. There was a year where I wanted to go on a ferry ride and another where I wanted to catch a sunset on the beach. There was a time that I was so into Sugarfree that all I wanted to do was catch them live for my birthday. Last year, I was planning a trip to Palawan with muy familia.
None of those ever happened. Not even the stupid sunset.
So this year, I have no idea what I want to do. I’m not even excited about it. I tried to be, I really did. I made a post about it, with a kickass cake to boot. But I can’t seem to muster the cheer. It’s all been tapped out.
I should be excited though, since it is the first with CB. Sigh. How can I be when the dad of the mom of his kid (try saying what 24 times) passed away last Monday. Its not like he can spend my effin’ birthday with me now, can he.
I have half a mind to disappear and take road trip on my own. I’ve always been into that kind of thing. Just going somewhere and be by myself for a while.
Or maybe, surround myself with strangers. Maybe I should catch a flight to Boracay. Yes, everyone is saying it’s not really good now BUT I have never been. And I firmly believe that you can’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.
Yes, that line has gotten me into some unusual things 
But that is for another time.
I wish I were like you, easily amused.
Ang bigat mo. Masyado kang mabigat. Sinabihan ako nito minsan. At hindi weight ko ang pinaguusapan namin ha.
And this coming from someone who didn’t even know my last name. Yet it is an apt description. I am not an easy friend to have. I can suck the energy out of you if you’d let me.
I know. I have too much emotional baggage, that entire set from The Darjeeling Limited, plus throw in a few more for assurance. People don’t get where it’s coming from. I don’t either. All I know is, when I’m sad, my heart feels like its wrung and beaten ’til only flecks of pink remain. A pathetic reminder that it was once a bloody red.
I envy those who can face each day smiling, those who don’t feel the constant pull to oblivion. How do you do it? How do you wake up and smell the roses every morning? Heck, I’m not even talking about pure unadulterated happy. I just want to know how you are not sad?
Is it just because I’m weak? There are days when holding on for dear life is too much of a chore and letting go seems to be the more logical course of action. Letting myself drown is easier. It is more familiar, and thus comforting.
I am used to living in despondency. Drama, alcohol and cigarettes were my bestfriends. They came with me wherever I went, never leaving my side. Reliable old friends. We have spent countless nights together, attempting to form strings of words that would describe to the world how I am barely living.
Surprisingly though, the last few months had me on relationship high. You know, the giddy honeymoon period. I was actually *gasp* happy. He made me happy. I was able to wrap myself around him enough to make everything seem perfect, even with my mom passing and all. I was able to keep the melancholy at bay.
But I can only fool myself for so long. Cause I see in him the sadness that resides in me. Looking at the mirror like that just brings my own out. A his and hers of the emotional variety. That is never in fashion.
He offers me this. I love him cause he knows me, cause he gets me, cause he understands me. Cause he is me. He has moments where he feels so far away. But unlike him, I can’t do anything. I can’t offer him the same things he gives me freely cause I’m easily pulled down. I try, I do. But it is hard.
I’m tiptoeing for myself and for him. I am careful because something might make him sad. He is as fragile as me. But unlike him, I do not have the patience and understanding of a saint.
I once thought what it would be like to date myself. I thought it would be fun. We would enjoy going to gigs and drinking ourselves silly. We’d laugh at the absurdity of some people, contemplate on the meaning of life while going on road trips.
I should have known myself enough that it would not be that good. Nothing ever is.
