RESOLUTIONS

...Happy New Year Universe!!!=)

While I have yet to organize my 2012 resolutions and agenda (I can not explain why but I am ever so excited for this year), I hope to share these posts I found in the internet.

Let everyday be our constant reminder that LIFE is BEAUTIFUL.

From one of my favorite bloggers, Regina Belmonte:

This 2012, I hope...

That you fall in love with someone who loves you—really loves you. (Or fall even deeper in love if you’re already there.) 

That you finally, finally fall in love with yourself.

That you breathe and allow yourself to be silly every now and then. 

That you don’t take everything so seriously. That you don’t forget how to have fun. 

That you never start thinking you’re too old for it.

That you have adventures, do things you’ve never done before, go places you’ve never been.

That you work towards turning at least one of your biggest dreams into reality. That you turn “why?” into “why not?”

That you’re brave enough to make mistakes, and learn from them. 

That you pick yourself up after every fall, and stand taller, stronger, and wiser for having fallen.

That you learn when to hold on, and when to let go.

That you change someone’s life. Especially if “someone” is you.

That, by the end of this day next year, you have three hundred and sixty-six new stories to tell.

The Holstee Manifesto

This is your life

Do what you love

And do it often

If you don’t want something, change it

If you don’t like your job, quit

If you don’t have enough time, quit watching TV

If you are looking for the love of your life – STOP

They will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love

Stop over analysing

Life is SIMPLE.

Open your mind, arms and heart to new things and people

We are united in our differences

Some opportunities only come once, seize them

Travel often

Getting lost will help you find yourself

All emotions are beautiful

When you eat, appreciate every last bite

Ask the next person you see what their passion is

Share your inspiring dream with them

Life is about the people you meet,

And the things you create with them

So go out and start creating

Life is short

Live your dream

And Share your passion

TO A PURPOSEFUL & AWESOME 2012!

ACTUALLY

Print screen shots from the movie Love Actually

Sweet.=)

WISHES

a work in progress - the list gets longer as Christmas draws near

This post is especially for my godparents whom I haven't seen in a million years, my grandmothers who both take pride in my being a lola's girl, my aunts an uncles who have forever been generous, my friends who love and adore me (hahaha!) and to that one person who'll luckily draw my name in an exchange gift (cheap lang ako super!), here's your guide to how-to-make-Tina-happy on Christmas 2011 - the superficial way.

While I appreciate "love" and "prayers", which are among the most popular "gift items" I have been receiving in the past years (on my birthdays and Christmases) and I love receiving them, believe me, the tangible kind makes me just as giddy (or at this time of the year, giddier, haha!!).

1) ELOISE THE ULTIMATE COLLECTION

I fell in love with this book in my brief stint as a Coach Reader in The Loyola Learning Library. While waiting for Daniel, the 8-year old English-speaking shy little boy whom I am supposed to read a story to, the owner of the Lib made me read Eloise. I almost forgot my search of my own copy until that one fateful night when I visited Fully Booked and found out about the complete edition on Eloise's adventures. And to make it more special (aka I'm so stingy I won't buy it for myself - haha), I have assigned two of my friends, Di and Joice, to buy me this for Christmas. And they said yes! I love my friends. Especially on Christmas! haha!

2) UP JACKET

I've never actually been an owner of a UP Maroon merchandise. Not even a shirt except for those sold in the School of Economics. A UP Jacket will make a lovely gift.=)

3) PILLOWS

*the kind you actually sleep on or even more special, memory pillows!

I saw this kind in one of the hardware shops in Trinoma (yes, hardware, you read that right) while shopping with Bes and Abby for a belt cleaner (Abby's). Just like a toy store, hard ware shops have a store-load of interesting Christmas treats. Even for a girl.=)

4) AN EAT-ALL-YOU-CAN BUFFET TREAT

Desset Buffet, Heat, Shangri-La Hotel

I have tried Spiral and loved it. Tried Vikings and adored it. 

I like food.

Plus, I am working on making me meatier.=)

5) EVERYTHING GIRLY

*SHOES - I have a thing for Suelas shoes!=) I have 2 pairs and have worn them out.

Suelas by Laureen Uy

*BACKPACK - because I like to get away..

*BRACELETS - because I like hiding my tiny wrist..

6) AN OUT-OF-TOWN GET AWAY

*Self-explanatory

7) A LOVE LETTER

*Just because I am a girl.=)

7 items on the list.

For now.=)

PRE-SCHOOL

My sister, one year away from being a licensed pre-school ed teacher, never fails to remind me I have big eyes. Extremely big ones - they inspired and continue to inspire her to produce artworks such as these:

Chibi Characters. November 2011.

Tina Tarsier. August 2011.

I miss writing.=)

APPEAL

A simple appeal to the Universe.

Pretty please.=)

WARRIOR

THE WARRIOR'S REMINDER - ERYKAH BADU
lifted from one of my favorite blogs by Ala Paredes


I am awake

My mind is free
I am Creative
I love myself
My will power is strong
I am Brave
I practice patience
I dont judge folks
I give not to receive
I dont expect
I accept
I listen more than I talk
I know I’ll change
I know you’ll change
I’ll hold on one more day
I start over when necessary
I create my own situations
I am cosmic
I dont have the answers
I desire to learn
I am the plan
I am strong
I am weak
I want to grow
I know I will
I take on responsibility
I hide myself from no one

Im on my path
Warriors walk alone
I wont let my focus change
Taking out the demons in my range…

Reminder to self everyday.
I feel weird when I'm serious.Can't Sleep. Happy Midnight!=)

MOLOME

with Theo.
Playing around with Isabel's phone's molome feature.=)

AUGUST

Great and not so many great things that happened in August

1) I turned 25 years old.

2) I said “I love you” to my parents. I did it on my birthday.

It was awkward.

It was beautiful.

3) I finally identified and found my happy place in the city. It used to be UP Diliman but due to proximity reasons, my official headquarters in the Metro is Eton Centris in Quezon Avenue. Especially on Sundays. I can sit all day drinking honeydew, reading books or browsing the web, daydreaming about a rewarding career, a wonderful marriage in the future complete with an equally wonderful sex life (haha), about freedom, food and all things big and small in the Universe.

If I am not in the mood for social interaction, I am most of the time here. It’s my zone. My place. My spot. I hope it does not get crowded.

4) I watched my second UP SAMASKOM’s Live Aids, finally! I have been in the lookout for the show’s run every year but always seem to miss it. Good thing, one of my colleagues is a former member of the org so I got my needed heads up. Thanks Miss Aimee! Thanks to Di for watching it with me.

5) This has been an extremely tiring month. Work reasons. I hope all this tiredness is all worth it because I am seriously thinking about making the big jump. Again.

6) I got infatuated. A little.

It’s so high school-y that it even got me to write this love (or infatuation note):

To you who are always ready to hold my hand on rare occasions that it needs holding

To you who seem to always say yes to my favourite question in the world (which I will definitely NOT write down here – sayang ang blind item)

To you who surprisingly notice my sadness even if I  try to keep  it – even to myself

To you who I feel shy around with sometimes but really comfortable with most of the time

To you who notice my silence and know that I need to be asked if I am okay

          I choose you

Please be the one

Love,

The Royal Hotness

Let’s keep my short falling in love (infatuation) story as vague as possible: It all started when I asked about an extremely simple question of where or how something that has to do with me happened for the first time. And he knew. And he got me. One of my weaknesses is when people are familiar with me because I rarely share or open up. Or maybe I do, only with people I like/love.

But I’ve given up on this feeling and have completely moved on.

And I cannot believe I am writing this.

7) I found Yhansy’s store in Shangri-la Edsa and I went crazy.

8) I dreamt of having a daughter. In my dream, I named her Mia/Pia or some cool 3-letter girly name.

9) I spent the last long weekend of the month in stormy Baguio City. The experience merits a different entry and I have only beautiful stories to tell about it.

Looking forward to the –BER months!

APPLE

words of wisdom from STEVE JOBS:


"you can't connect the dots looking forward, you can only connect them looking backwards. you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. you have to trust in something. gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever." 

"sometimes life's gonna hit you in the head with a brick. don't lose faith."

"i am convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that i loved what i did. you've got to find what you love. and that is as true for work, as it is for your lovers."

"as with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it."

"remembering that i'll be dead soon is the most important tool i've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important." 




Truly Inspiring.

RAW

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Again – an unedited entry.
You are reading my soul in all its rawness.
With a little disruption from a cousin who is watching The Dark Knight in full volume and another cousin who just keeps on coughing and talking.

And so we begin…

Unbelievable.

I am craving for pizza, and for this particular Sunday afternoon, it has to be Jugno’s.
Shakey’s, Pizza Hut, Yellow Cab and even that pizza from Naples described by Elizabeth Gilbert as the best in the world do not make the cut.


I wanted Jugno’s Monster Pizza and I’ll order Jugno’s Special (pepperoni, cheese, black olives and all the staple ingredients) mixed with the simplicity of its Hawaiian variety put together in a 20” pizza monstrosity. I will pour with minimum restraint onion dip on my piece of square thin crust heaven, fold it into two, unmindful of the oil, cheese and the dip dripping on my fingers because they won’t go to waste – they will be licked – and will eat it with pure joy, thinking, I had my pizza. And it was from Jugno’s.

I got what I wanted and satisfied a craving.

I dialed the hotline number; there was no answer from the other line. As I am among the most impatient people in the world, I got up, dragged my sister with me and braved the rain. One of the perks of living in our current apartment is that all the nicest restaurants in Quezon City are just a few steps and blocks away from us. And Jugno’s is a few steps away from us. Until now.

We reached the store and there was no sign of the usual frenzied delivery boys in motorcycle. Jugno’s usual headquarters had been replaced by some hardware store unceremoniously. Or maybe I had been too busy to even notice that Jugno’s left.


You know that feeling when you were in pre-school and your mother had to leave you behind with strangers, crazy fellow pre-schoolers and righteous nuns and teachers, and you feel no other choice but to cry. Or that feeling when you were in your first year in college and your mother had to drop you off on your first night in your dormitory with a roommate who will fall ill if she does not speak in English and another roommate who simply doesn’t care and you feel like there’s a lump in your throat from trying so hard to keep yourself from crying. Part of you want to push your mother away because you are so proud you do not want her to see you crying but another part wants to pull her towards you in a tight embrace, pleading never to let you go.


Because you do not want to stay in that dorm and eat their mushy and wet rice and grilled pork chop which breaks your teeth apart. Because you want to still be her little girl. Because you do not want to leave your comfortable life in the province.


Because you are scared.


That’s exactly what I felt when the old man from the adjacent store nodded in affirmation and in indifference when I asked whether Jugno’s has indeed left.


A lump in my throat.
A hole in my heart.


I wanted to cry.


Jugno’s is no longer my neighbor.
Worse, I could not satisfy my craving on this rainy Sunday afternoon.
Tomorrow is Monday and is the start of another lengthy and tiring week at work.
And on Thursday, I am turning 25.


I am scared.
And what I need is just for the Universe to hold my hand.
And give me my slice of pizza.

MCDO

We did not order happy meal.
But we had the HAPPIEST faces in probably one of our lives' HAPPIEST times.
At McDonald's in Vigan with Aica, Dorey, Joyce, Eirene and Kelvin.

Order McDonald's Happiness.=)

RAIN

DEFINE SEXINESS

The rain makes me yearn for the beach.

The beach makes me feel sexy. haha! (wala lang)

With Aica in Pagudpud.

AROUND

Of Mothers and Out-of-town Trips and the need for a blog entry.

I really worked hard to shorten this entry but I can’t – so sorry, ang haba!

Chapter 1: …OF MOTHERS

Before I even begin, let me make clear and firmly establish one fact: I love my mother. If one wants to become a witness of true and unconditional love, please do this frenzied world a favor and recognize the love of a mother and that is the kind of love my mother so unconditionally and willingly gives.

I love my mother. Unquestioned. No doubt. Signed. Sealed. And notarized.

But I woke up one morning harboring thoughts of frustration because of her (and I feel extremely guilty for saying this and if I could apologize over and over, I’d do it). I just arrived from a three-day Ilocos trip, still high from the excitement of having spent wonderful time with friends and new found friends, the skin at my back still aching from sunburn (I sun-bathed recklessly, the beautiful beach made me believe na mestiza ako, shet!), my muscles still strained from the long trip but I felt peaceful and I wanted to bring this feeling with me in my sleep. And I did. Only to be awaken by a series of texts from my mother.

"Why I did not ask permission for this trip?" To which I wanted to reply: I did! Weeks ago - when you came over in the city for a visit!

"Why I seem to no longer recognize their authority (hers and my father’s) over me as parents? That though I am old enough to make decisions on my own, I have to realize that I still need my parents."

"What have they done to cause my indifference?"

At first I wanted to laugh at the silliness of her thoughts. My siblings and I used to tease that our mother is experiencing midlife crisis and separation anxiety from her older children. My eldest brother is in Dubai. Three of us now live in Metro Manila. One brother is in the seminary. She has been used to a noisy and disorderly household that with our absence, our house is empty. Our home is empty. Had she known twitter, her tweets would have been about the joys and pains of having grown-up children. She sends us text messages everyday about what she has been doing, what she’s currently feeling:

She slept late last night crying and missing us.

She is eating breakfast alone and yes, she misses us so.

She is on the way to visit my brother the seminarian and again, she misses us.

Up to now, I have not accepted her request in facebook – just because.

Maybe I fear of what other personal thoughts she might still share.

I fear of her knowing my other personal thoughts because all the time that we were growing up, we were never really encouraged to share what we think and feel.

We address family issues with avoidance and just shrugging things off and JUST anchoring in the steadfast love we have for one another.

At the same time I feel a little irritated and yes, frustrated at her regarding my frequent out-of-town trips as deliberate “shrugging off” of their parental authority and utter disregard of their importance in my life. Because NOT ONCE did I ever feel and think that way. Not once.

Sometimes, I wish that I never grew up in the province. I wish that my parents had the feel of and experience of having to work for somebody else. Theirs have been a life of simplicity, a life fashioned to build and just BE with family. My parents’ lives have been all about us, their children, their farming enterprise, and some other responsibilities in the community. Their friends are their own cousins and siblings, my aunts and uncles. They have not known other world than Cagayan Valley. I wish they did. So they’d understand my lifestyle better. So they’d understand me better.

Chapter 2: EXAMINATION OF CONSCIENCE

And now I review my actions to what have led her to such feelings.

I do not reply to text messages. That’s my nature.

Got a job. Resigned. Got another job. Resigned again. Got another job. Have yet to resign. Not once were they consulted because they have never really meddled with my career and academic decisions.

Then there’s Sagada, Baler, Bataan, Pampanga, La Union and Baguio last year. Then This year, Mount Pulag, Boracay, Calaguas, Quezon, Ilocos and then more to come. I am even shy to call these travels because technically, travelling means more than packing your clothes, getting on a bus, spending a few days somewhere else other than home the going back home. These are mere out-of-town trips I take to refresh and rejuvenate my stressed and tired soul punished by the demands of a corporate life (ang arte! Haha!). These trips are not availed of out of luxury but out of necessity so I can shake myself to that beautiful reminder that there is a life beyond the office, there are interesting places to see and wonderful people to spend your time with other than those whom you interact with five days a week. My mother sees this at times as extravagance and rebellious actions (because a proper lady needs to stay at home almost always!!). I see this as a gift to myself. In fact, these trips have done her a favor and made her daughter (ME!) a good girl.

Chapter 3: …OF TRIPS

Every place I’ve been to merits a story. But since it is a Saturday, and I do not want to spend the entire day typing, let me limit my discussion on the places I’ve been to this year and focus on the angle on how they made me a good girl – because this entry is FOR my mother. I would love for her to know.

Mount Pulag made me a good girl (January 2011).

That mountain erased any doubt lingering in my heart that a God exists.

Serious, noh? But really, what I felt when I reached the summit, after laboring hours of trek and a sleepless night shivering in the cold as rain seeped through our tent, it is beyond words. I sat on the ground of Luzon’s highest peak for a while in deep thought and realization that:


*Dear Lord, I’m at the highest I can possibly be!
*Oh God, You are the most magnificent artist there is for having made the beauty that is before me.
*OMG, ang ganda ng Mount Pulag, kasing ganda ko!!!
*Dear Heavens, ang ginaw, ang putik, wag po sana akong gumapang pababa, sana mainit pa yung breakfast na aabutan namin mamaya, etc…

Beyond words, baby.



Boracay made me a good girl (April 2011).


Yes, there was alcohol, and dancing, and the all-gorgeous me in two-piece (haha!) but my first time in Boracay spent with my college friends made me value all the more the wonderful blessing and gift of friendship. The Boracay sands, sea and the moonlight were all witnesses to our stories, our laughter, and our dreams. My mother has yet to meet my friends but she’ll be proud that I am in a company of wholesome (very!), successful and wonderful thoroughbreds! =)

Calaguas made me a good girl (April 2011).

I am ever so blessed to set foot on this wonderful beach and it taught me even more the value of gratitude. I slept on the beach, the sand as my mattress, the stars as my guards, my friends as my pillows, The Bar as my sleeping pill (like I needed a sleeping pill!) and the waves gently rocking on the shore my music.

Quezon made me a good girl (May 2011).

Attending Pahiyas Festival made me fall in love with the Philippines even more. We have the most colorful of all cultures, the friendliest of all people, the tastiest of all food there is. I officially bid my mestiza dreams goodbye.=)

Ilocos made me a good girl (June 2011).

The trip made me believe in love. =) Enough said.

Chapter 4: BIGLANG-BAWI

…Or maybe I am making all these reasons up to justify my wanderlust because I needed an excuse to write another blog entry about the places I’ve been to…

…Or maybe I did not have to go to these places because I can learn these values in other ways and I just needed that you be convinced that there is something good I am getting out of these trips…

…Because, dear nanay, I have always been a good girl. (naks!! Pero totoo!!=p)

I don’t do drugs, and I never will.

I don’t smoke, and I never will.

I may have gotten drunk in some occasions, but I’ve never gotten drunk enough to prance around naked and engage in any form of mischief.

I may sometimes forget to pray but I will always keep my faith.

It may be too late to foster a relationship for both of us built around friendship because we were raised to believe that parents are supposed to be respected not befriended, and though I lament at the thought that I will never feel comfortable sharing with you my feelings, my dreams, that one person whom I may fall in love with (even if I really want to), please believe me when I say that, if I die and be born again, I will request God to make you still my mother because I cannot imagine otherwise. And if God insists that I be born to another mother, I will choose to be a cockroach instead. Or butterfly pala, para maganda naman.=)

You are not perfect as I am not perfect but it just feels so right to be your daughter.

I love you.

P.S. I plan to go to Bohol, Batanes, Palawan, Korea, Siquijor, Baler, Donsol, Tibet, Singapore and many other places. Come with me in one of those? Pero KKB muna, hehe.=)

The best mother in the world with her brats.