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Archive for February, 2011

Post-Valentine’s resolution to get over the one-way crush


It stopped getting fun, this crush, or admiration, or almost balanced commensalism… whatever this is. Though it’s really supposed to be a casual friendship with one party so much more invested.

Last Valentine’s Day I didn’t even know you. But this Valentine’s Day, I went to great lengths just to avoid seeing you with that girl. Now that this Valentine’s Day passed by with me hanging on to these unresolved, unrequited, unspoken feelings… I get to thinking, what if I reach one year still stuck with these useless feelings?



A birthday is the first of a 365-day journey… enjoy every single step of the trip

In a couple of hours, it will be my birthday.

The thought makes me tingle with excitement right to the tips of my fingers, the yipee-Happy-Birthday-to-me! instinct from childhood kicking in. My adult self tries to make the child in me calm down. Come on, don’t get so worked up about it–in the grand scheme of things, it’s just another day. If you expect too much… you’ll only be disappointed.

Sometimes, I wish people didn’t put so much in store with birthdays.

If there’s a vacancy out there for “surprise maker” I think I’ll do a good job of it. For birthday celebrations in the office, we usually try to think of a way to surprise the celebrant. My crazy ideas, however, are out of the question due to time constraints, small budgets, and the (un)willingness of other people to go all out. I’d do very well thinking up “professional” surprises.

That crazy quirk of mine makes a lot of would-be surprises seem pretty normal to me though, deflating the bubble of anticipation.

What will February 12, 2011 bring?

Right now, at least I’m sure that I’ll spend this year’s first birthday celebration with the Breakfast Club. Drinks and talk and fun and then breakfast.

P.S. One of my birthday wishes this year is to do a birthday countdown next year with somebody that I’ll also spend the tomorrow of my birthday’s tomorrow with. =)

This makes me think that blind dates are really a bad idea…


Here in the Philippines, girls like me are called NBSB. No Boyfriend Since Birth. This makes people think that I’m either a man-hating, anti-romance feminist, or else boyfriend-desperate. However, I’m pretty normal. (At least, in the romance attitude scale–I wouldn’t claim to be regular in all aspects and I’ve been called “eccentric” and “quirky” numerous times in my life.)

Like many other single girls, I have my highs and my lows. At times I’m giddy and high on the glory of singlehood–there are so many things that are this-much-more-fun because I’m single. Who needs guys? My life is awesome the way it is. Of course, there are also times that I lament over my solo status–I wish to love and be loved, and bask in love’s springtime. Why am I single, I’m pretty, smart, cheerful and I have a good job. Or is there actually something wrong with me?

So there are times when I think that maybe I should go ahead and take up my dentist/family friend on her offer to matchmake me with a blind date.


Work life is remarkably better if you can connect with your direct supervisor

My team leader at work is a soft-spoken person who always remains composed and rational. We’re very different in the sense that I am spontaneous, bordering on hyperactive at times, while even in his excited state, he’s still calmer than I usually am.

I’ve always respected him because he’s intelligent and skilled, and goes beyond that—he’s creative and has precipitated several changes in the department, for everyone’s benefit. Luckily for me and my teammates, he’s also a believer in work-life balance and always checks on our particular situation: whether we’re getting too heavy a work load, or have too many different tasks, or are in some kind of bind. Ever since he became our team leader, I felt less like a drone in the gigantic corporate hive and more like an individual with my own voice.

Recently, I discovered that we have a common interest in traveling.


First impressions don’t have to last

Sometimes, I love it when my first impressions of a new acquaintance are shattered.

One of my favorite friends from the office, “F” is a ‘Chinese-Filipino from De La Salle University.’ She missed our first day at work, but even based on that short description, anyone straight out of college can already imagine what kind of person she might turn out to be. Surprise, surprise—she’s a witty, imaginative anime and J-pop fangirl who can match even me in terms of kookiness, and understands my dreams and ideals.


After a nine-day trip to the north, I’m grateful for many things

Thank you, all the people I met along the way. A million thanks to everyone who helped me and my travel buddy.

Thanks to the tricycle driver who brought us to our first transient house in Pangasinan. Thank you, staff of Hundred Isles Transient House for providing us with shelter in Alaminos. The lady in our first Lucap wharf food stall, thanks for the lovely bangus lunch. Thanks to the boatmen who took us to a tour of the Hundred Islands.

The elderly desk employee at Victory Liner’s Bolinao terminal, thank you for helping us deal with the city. We were all but lost, and you helped us find shelter for the night, as well as a trike driver to take us around, and it is all thanks to you that we didn’t get scammed in a big way. A gruff, rather tough, but kind elderly man, you reminded me of my lolo and because of you, I was able to feel that Bolinao wasn’t just a city full of people picking on tourists. Thank you, Kuya trike driver, for keeping to your word and picking us up from the remote white beach of Patar and taking us back to our transient house. Thanks, Dos Flores Resort for housing us that night.

Thank you, Kate Dulnuan, for being our guide in Baguio. The Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, your seminar house is lovely, thank you for letting us stay there. Thanks to the workers of the La Trinidad strawberry fields for our strawberry picking experience, and special thanks to the Kuya who wrapped my feet in plastic bags so my white sneakers wouldn’t get so muddy. Thank you, Bencab Museum, for the unusual, educational, and relaxing museum experience. 50’s Diner, it’s always a pleasure to dine there, thank you for the comfort food, which we needed after the harrowing ride from Pangasinan to Baguio. Thank you, Jim and Shanti of Bliss Café. Your place is aptly named, and gave us our best Baguio dinner experience. Your food is vegetarian food as it should be—delicious and doesn’t give meat-eaters any feeling of deprivation. And you are such warm and welcoming hosts as well. Thank you, to the kind waiter at Café by the Ruins; you were only doing us a favor offering to transfer our can of condensed milk to a portable container for our travel, and you had to replace it when one of your colleagues spilled it.

The instructors at San Juan Surf Resort in La Union, thank you for teaching us how to surf. The food bar at the same resort—what a lovely surprise, the food was reasonably priced and extremely good as well. Thank you for our post-surfing feast.

Thank you, lolo from Amiannance bibingka shop, for welcoming us in the city. Your goods are such fine pasalubong. Thank you, the lolo from the Bantay bell tower, for being such a funny guide that just put us at ease. The actors and actresses and production crew of “Babae ng Digmaan,” what a wonderful zarzuela, thank you for the show. Grandpa’s Inn in Vigan, your place is really a home away from home. Thank you, helpful staffers, for making our visit comfortable and you take care of us from the minute we stepped out of our trike upon arriving to putting us on our way to the bus stop. Thank you, the bell boy who picked up longganisa from a different place when your pasalubong shop ran out. Vigan City, thank you, I love your vibe and I will come back soon.

Thanks to my parents for letting me go on this trip. To my Mama, I know you worry a lot, but thank you for letting me go anyway. To my Dad, who simply said “Be a traveler, not a tourist. Make it an adventure.” And who lent me a waterproof, shock-proof, very tough camera. Thanks Dad.

Thanks to my teammates, who wished me a happy trip and covered for me while I was away for an entire work week. Thanks to Mae for being my travel buddy.

Philippines, World, that was a great nine days. Thank you.