This was 2009

It’s always nice to end the day with a nice shower to wash away the dirt and stress brought about by the day’s pollution and the so-called hard-work. Anyway, as I was looking for my pyjamas, I found my 2009 planner instead. And I thought I’d share with you some excerpts of my inputs (and what was I thinking?!) 3years ago.

Let’s start with the new year of course, my entry Jan 1, 2009:

• “another year has passed. Looking back, you can really say time flies by so quickly. 2008 has been a year that’s full of surprises, adventure, lessons learned, more time to spend with friends and family. This may not be an excellent year in the financial industry, economy was not good, but still, life has presented me with so many reasons to be thankful” – really? I was concerned with the economy??

Feb 21 and 22 – I was at Mt Pico de Loro for an open climb! Wee!

• May 13: “how can I really say I’m free of the past when at times it still hunts me? Maybe this little spark of hope that someday the flame would ignite again is the one thing that binds me with them. Yes, them, the guys of my past” – HAHAHAHA! Seriously?!  I want to ignite myself for this! What was I thinking??
• May 24: “we had tea last night, it was fun. I really enjoyed his company..” – ayun oh! Well in fairness, this is a different guy, and that night when we had tea, it never blossomed into anything special (ako na ang defensive)
• July 12: “ today is my trip to Tokyo, Japan. I’m with my dad and brother. I don’t know what’s waiting for us there, but I’m really hoping we’ll have fun” – well guess what? We had tons of fun! (and ramen too)

Aug 23: “ finally, I’m dating again…” – ‘K

• Sep 21: “went to Delgado Hospital to see Fran’s Baby Gabgab = ) “ – ahh this day, I’ll never forget Jeff’s
• Comment to Cat- have her belly tattoed with a scorpion to cover her stitches. Lol!

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What? No more? I didn’t know what made me so occupied that I wasn’t able to write for the rest of the year. But it’s always nice to go back and just think of the good times that you had.

So there goes my little bit of going back in time. It surely did make me smile (and laugh) :DAs the quote says, “the past is a nice place to visit, but never to stay” (or something like that)

May you always have a reason to smile everytime you look back. Goodnight! :)

I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love

I want a Tuesday kind of love. The sort of thing that involves little dreaming and scheming; the sort of thing that comes paired with too-strong coffee and too-loud songbirds and the drone of the news at 6 a.m. or any time before the sky finds its identity, really. A Tuesday kind of love that isn’t indulgent, one that doesn’t stop the earth from spinning but maybe keeps us grounded in spite of all that uncontrollable movement.

I want to split the bill and pay the bills and not get lost in some unsustainable delusion where the rest of our lives become inconsequential. I want us to be human, I want to argue, I want to take too long in the shower. I want to hear about the horrific lines at the DMV, about a boss who doesn’t get it, about plans to pick up the laundry after work. I want stories of strangers on the bus, of a child who looked lost but turned out not to be, of chance encounters with high school classmates because these seemingly colorless instances are meaningful when filtered through the eyes of someone I care about. A Tuesday kind of love, breathing relevance into otherwise monotonous moments.

A Tuesday kind of love is this: commuting to work knowing that someone cares about what you’re going to have for lunch; understanding that you do not have to be your dynamic, charming, weekend self this time; this time you can butcher sentences and make bad jokes and trip over thin air and it won’t change anything. A Tuesday kind of love is when weekends and weekdays are one and the same, expanses of time where unpredictable, irreplaceable closeness exists, swells, bursts. Tuesday is directionless conversation about things that happened five hours or five years ago; it’s knowing where he keeps his receipts and when he has a doctor appointment; it’s ordering Chinese food or taking his parents out for dinner because they’re in town or forgetting to eat because you’re full of each other’s words and there’s just no room for anything else.

I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t want to put on my sunglasses and pretend that life’s a vacation. The fantasy is that I want to exist in reality; the fantasy is to be there for someone on a Sunday morning but also on a Tuesday night, when the haze and laze of the weekend has worn thin and seems far away as ever. I want a Tuesday kind of love.

Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you. ”