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My hotel room. My shopping. My bottle of wine. My little bed. A table for two, Me and my handcarry stuff. Sitting quietly in a small airport with fresh hot choc'late, a bottle of coke lyte, this laptop, nice easy listening, Hinder's Lips of An Angel. I'm so used to being Alone. I love it (I dunno if that's good or bad) :). Am not sure how far I'm going to last. But it's been five years ...
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Attraversiamo
Another down, another one to go next week. It was almost perfect until the score sheets hayyyy … I was texting Jen just before my take-off yesterday afternoon. I was ranting about …. Moments like this, I so miss mah ol’ team ITSED. Hayyyy But I learned to count ‘em by the number … two down, two more left. One day soon, I will be back in the arms of old crew;)
I was strutting KCC supermarket for some rush props shoppin’, pipe-in music lazily playin’ one of Dido’s Life for Rent. Loveeetttt! I now realized how much I have come to adore Dido’s music, and how my Dido playlist has grown over the years. I used to have three (plus Enya’s ;)) . Now I have added two, funny, the twists, funnier, the connections … I am sharing them here now, for kind strangers' listening pleasure.
And while I’m enjoying my sweet sunny yellow toe nails, my anti-stress green mud pack cracking up on my face, me happy with my expensive fair of new pair of lens on my “vintage” orange frame … I remember getting a little sentimental Friday nyte. Somebody turned 42 that day, and I didn’t have nuff cash for an overseas call, limited inspiration and afraid not finding the right words for a poem, my fondness of Friendster had died some time ago, he still is one of those unsociable souls walkin around in space without Facebook. So jusz before my ingress was over at 12 midnight. I rushed my driver to take me back to my hotel. I quickly ordered a bucket of iced cold light beer, I jumped on my bed , while my mobile phone was charging, my poor tired feet closed to death, I sent a simple message of love and thanks. No more guilt feelings of unthoughtfulness :) and insensitivity :), now I can take my shower in peace.
My phone rang. I got soap on my face :). I tasted the scum in between my lips. I took my phone with wet hands, I knew exactly what to say, with no apologies …. I made it, just in time … “Happy Birthday, Gers! Musta New York? You know, I was in the shower, I almost slipped, but I had to ran and pick up, I know it’s you. So …. Uhmmm … how’s Josh doing :) He’s big na no?.”
(You now fairy’s … they always have a way to get away with things. Parang mentos candy lang di ba ehehe)
And this last Saturday, it's been a year since that "wrong dial", someone was very afraid I would misinterpret. Now that I have a new number, his own BFFs do not know, no more wrong dials, no more misinterpretations. I remember ... I always remember. Sometimes, some bad memories, they jusz won't go away.
Too much of airplanes, good nuff for finishing off one novel. So let's talk about parallel lives.
When you’re lucky enough to reach middle age, then most likely you have already a body of evidence, a history , a growing archive, a repository of knowledge, a growing collection of accomplishments and failures, a statistics of how much or less, how many or few, how poor or great.
This period beyond young adulthood but before the onset of old age … surviving birth, fleeting childhood and teenage life … we have educated ourselves, possibly as far as post-grad, changed employment may be twice of thrice or even four times, traveled far and wide, kept friends that we’ll bring wiht us throughout this lifetime, have tried all the novelty and the nasty, drink, smoke, stone or may be clean living all the way, slept around, slept peacefully , stayed a virgin or declared celibacy, been pregnant once, twice, double, quadruple, dreamt of pregnancy and underwent fertility treatment, gotten married, may be separated, took a lover, or may be still married, happily/unhappily, or a second marriage, happily/unhappily, kept a hobby, found a God or defined your own spirituality.
People coming and going into your life. Some leaving you with little memories you don’t even remember them anymore, some changed you, and you are never the same.
May be by then you have a hill of angst, depression, too much or too less of joy and ecstasy. Made friends. Made enemies. Black, white and gray areas. Half the color, half the circle, half the throttle.
That period in time before we’re grandparents ourselves … in case we are sentenced to die with old age. We are a half-way through, but not almost there yet. Don’t you think midlife is like puberty, sometimes, I think it is.
The sum of my life, may be at the half of my lifetime, lemme see:
I went through the separation of my parents. Cultivated my own bigotry on step-parents.
I have experienced losing loved ones, family and friends mostly from sickness and old age.
I have seen my family, grew bigger, sometimes wiser, sometimes not.
I graduated with honors. Went to grad school. Shifted careers three times. Traveled a great deal. Got my own place. Bought a car and sold it.
At 23, I packed my suitcase to Manila, declared my independence and started living on my own. Got into vices, got into troubles. I was promiscuous and slept around.
Just before my 26th birthday, I moved in with my boyfriend. That same summer I got pregnant.
That September I decided to marry. I had Sophie at 27. My marriage was breaking-up.
Took my bestfriend as a lover.
Made enemies. Made friends. Black, white and gray areas. Half the color, half the circle, half the throttle.
Yes, it’s true, my heart was broken a few times. I broke a few hearts , too. So as they say, everybody plays the fool sometimes :(
At one point, I was introduced to God, and accepted Him as my Lord and Savior. In many long periods after that, I was unfaithful, I stumbled and back-slid.
I was diagnosed to be alcoholic in the middle of rock bottom from losing my mother, raising alone this fragile 9 year old, my wrong judgment over sheeps in wolves clothing, and my poor old heart splattered amidst this same crowd I sincerely thought were my friends, I wanted so much to leave but couldn’t.
I was losing my dear self and I wasn’t even 40 years old.
The median is strategic and critical. The wasted time, a little more time to waste. May be late but not very very late.
I started collecting pieces of my dear self together. Sometimes I lick my own wound. If there was no available cure on hand. I ran a fever overnight. I get better the next day. I got sick but I did not die.
I got a new job and tried to get busy with it. Spent my money. Invested my money.
I decided to be sober. When I am not working, I stay home most of the time. I left the wolves into the woods. I drink, dine and party only with chosen friends now.
I am friends with my daughter. I am friends with my daughter’s father. I am friends with myself.
I am not very good at religions. But I love my pep talks with God. :)
I am not in a relationship right now. I don’t even have a lover. It doesn’t mean I’m not in love. Let's put it this way, God and I, we're saving the best for last.
I don’t have sex. But I have hobbies like my readings, my writings, this journal, Facebook, all my collection, etc, etc And because of that, I don’t get Urinary Tract Infection these days :) hahahah. Seriously, let me put it this way, I have a theory, of Sweet Eventuallys. I bet when it happens its gonna be blietzkrieg beautiful!
The truth about midlife crisis is at midlife you are ready for the crises, you’ve been through them half of your lifetime so what’s there left to worry about.
You are just as ready to cross over, anytime, anywhere, anything with anyone.
(This the effect of finally finishing Eat Pray Love. Officially, I'm reading "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret?" by Judy Blume. This afternoon during a quick shopping with Soph, I checked with National Bookstore, Elizabeth Gilbert's "Committed" (it's closed to 700 bucks) ... am really really curious of Liz's new accounts of her life with Brazilian 50 ;)")
I was strutting KCC supermarket for some rush props shoppin’, pipe-in music lazily playin’ one of Dido’s Life for Rent. Loveeetttt! I now realized how much I have come to adore Dido’s music, and how my Dido playlist has grown over the years. I used to have three (plus Enya’s ;)) . Now I have added two, funny, the twists, funnier, the connections … I am sharing them here now, for kind strangers' listening pleasure.
And while I’m enjoying my sweet sunny yellow toe nails, my anti-stress green mud pack cracking up on my face, me happy with my expensive fair of new pair of lens on my “vintage” orange frame … I remember getting a little sentimental Friday nyte. Somebody turned 42 that day, and I didn’t have nuff cash for an overseas call, limited inspiration and afraid not finding the right words for a poem, my fondness of Friendster had died some time ago, he still is one of those unsociable souls walkin around in space without Facebook. So jusz before my ingress was over at 12 midnight. I rushed my driver to take me back to my hotel. I quickly ordered a bucket of iced cold light beer, I jumped on my bed , while my mobile phone was charging, my poor tired feet closed to death, I sent a simple message of love and thanks. No more guilt feelings of unthoughtfulness :) and insensitivity :), now I can take my shower in peace.
My phone rang. I got soap on my face :). I tasted the scum in between my lips. I took my phone with wet hands, I knew exactly what to say, with no apologies …. I made it, just in time … “Happy Birthday, Gers! Musta New York? You know, I was in the shower, I almost slipped, but I had to ran and pick up, I know it’s you. So …. Uhmmm … how’s Josh doing :) He’s big na no?.”
(You now fairy’s … they always have a way to get away with things. Parang mentos candy lang di ba ehehe)
And this last Saturday, it's been a year since that "wrong dial", someone was very afraid I would misinterpret. Now that I have a new number, his own BFFs do not know, no more wrong dials, no more misinterpretations. I remember ... I always remember. Sometimes, some bad memories, they jusz won't go away.
Too much of airplanes, good nuff for finishing off one novel. So let's talk about parallel lives.
When you’re lucky enough to reach middle age, then most likely you have already a body of evidence, a history , a growing archive, a repository of knowledge, a growing collection of accomplishments and failures, a statistics of how much or less, how many or few, how poor or great.
This period beyond young adulthood but before the onset of old age … surviving birth, fleeting childhood and teenage life … we have educated ourselves, possibly as far as post-grad, changed employment may be twice of thrice or even four times, traveled far and wide, kept friends that we’ll bring wiht us throughout this lifetime, have tried all the novelty and the nasty, drink, smoke, stone or may be clean living all the way, slept around, slept peacefully , stayed a virgin or declared celibacy, been pregnant once, twice, double, quadruple, dreamt of pregnancy and underwent fertility treatment, gotten married, may be separated, took a lover, or may be still married, happily/unhappily, or a second marriage, happily/unhappily, kept a hobby, found a God or defined your own spirituality.
People coming and going into your life. Some leaving you with little memories you don’t even remember them anymore, some changed you, and you are never the same.
May be by then you have a hill of angst, depression, too much or too less of joy and ecstasy. Made friends. Made enemies. Black, white and gray areas. Half the color, half the circle, half the throttle.
That period in time before we’re grandparents ourselves … in case we are sentenced to die with old age. We are a half-way through, but not almost there yet. Don’t you think midlife is like puberty, sometimes, I think it is.
The sum of my life, may be at the half of my lifetime, lemme see:
I went through the separation of my parents. Cultivated my own bigotry on step-parents.
I have experienced losing loved ones, family and friends mostly from sickness and old age.
I have seen my family, grew bigger, sometimes wiser, sometimes not.
I graduated with honors. Went to grad school. Shifted careers three times. Traveled a great deal. Got my own place. Bought a car and sold it.
At 23, I packed my suitcase to Manila, declared my independence and started living on my own. Got into vices, got into troubles. I was promiscuous and slept around.
Just before my 26th birthday, I moved in with my boyfriend. That same summer I got pregnant.
That September I decided to marry. I had Sophie at 27. My marriage was breaking-up.
Took my bestfriend as a lover.
Made enemies. Made friends. Black, white and gray areas. Half the color, half the circle, half the throttle.
Yes, it’s true, my heart was broken a few times. I broke a few hearts , too. So as they say, everybody plays the fool sometimes :(
At one point, I was introduced to God, and accepted Him as my Lord and Savior. In many long periods after that, I was unfaithful, I stumbled and back-slid.
I was diagnosed to be alcoholic in the middle of rock bottom from losing my mother, raising alone this fragile 9 year old, my wrong judgment over sheeps in wolves clothing, and my poor old heart splattered amidst this same crowd I sincerely thought were my friends, I wanted so much to leave but couldn’t.
I was losing my dear self and I wasn’t even 40 years old.
The median is strategic and critical. The wasted time, a little more time to waste. May be late but not very very late.
I started collecting pieces of my dear self together. Sometimes I lick my own wound. If there was no available cure on hand. I ran a fever overnight. I get better the next day. I got sick but I did not die.
I got a new job and tried to get busy with it. Spent my money. Invested my money.
I decided to be sober. When I am not working, I stay home most of the time. I left the wolves into the woods. I drink, dine and party only with chosen friends now.
I am friends with my daughter. I am friends with my daughter’s father. I am friends with myself.
I am not very good at religions. But I love my pep talks with God. :)
I am not in a relationship right now. I don’t even have a lover. It doesn’t mean I’m not in love. Let's put it this way, God and I, we're saving the best for last.
I don’t have sex. But I have hobbies like my readings, my writings, this journal, Facebook, all my collection, etc, etc And because of that, I don’t get Urinary Tract Infection these days :) hahahah. Seriously, let me put it this way, I have a theory, of Sweet Eventuallys. I bet when it happens its gonna be blietzkrieg beautiful!
The truth about midlife crisis is at midlife you are ready for the crises, you’ve been through them half of your lifetime so what’s there left to worry about.
You are just as ready to cross over, anytime, anywhere, anything with anyone.
(This the effect of finally finishing Eat Pray Love. Officially, I'm reading "Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret?" by Judy Blume. This afternoon during a quick shopping with Soph, I checked with National Bookstore, Elizabeth Gilbert's "Committed" (it's closed to 700 bucks) ... am really really curious of Liz's new accounts of her life with Brazilian 50 ;)")
Saturday, November 20, 2010
little death ;)
Wikipedia sez, “more widely, it can refer to the spiritual release that comes with it, or a short period of melancholy or transcendence, as a result of the expenditure of the "life force". A recent study of brain activation patterns using Positron Emission Tomography (PET) give some support to the experience of a small death.
"To some degree, the present results seem to be in accordance with this notion, because female orgasm is associated with decreased blood flow in the orbitofrontal cortex, a part of the brain that is crucial for behavioural control."
The term does not always apply to sexual experiences. It can also be used when some undesired thing has happened to a person and has affected them so much that 'a part of them dies inside'”
Indie Design and Arts Market, Spring/Summer Melbourne. Melbourne is where Rems is … jusz a trivia. Well, a little away from Arnold , Jeff and Jomat who are all based in Sydney. I hope they all come home and bring Jed and Arnil with them 2011 Alumni Homecoming :). I miss high school friends so much arrgghhhh :(
Going back, I came across Finders-keepers … my love and intrigue for things indie …
Written by a certain Ms Giula Sandler, and featuring eleven directors, it was described to be understandably eclectic. Not perfect. Yet ambitious. I suppose daring. It takes some amount of courage to have a title like that :).
I quote, unquote Brett Hamms’s article, “Entirely set in Melbourne, this collection has enough confidence in its storytelling to dispense with the forced and self-conscious Australianisms that risk trivialising many of our local films. This film admirably sets its sights on emotional universality rather than settling for the tempting safety of derivative localism. Though by no means ashamed of their Melburnian roots, these stories do not rely on their locale for their significance—a
somewhat refreshing rarity amongst Australian films.
— a beautifully dark little polyseme that should tell you something about the nature of this film. Intimate, bittersweet, occasionally cruel (but not without humour), A commendable compilation of loosely intertwined short films on the subjects of love, lust, sex and loss.
I regret not being able to see this film at all. (or may be, make me a little fungus-faced, and ask my good friend Arnold to get a copy for me.). Why not?
Just this afternoon aboard PR454 …. browsing a few leaves of my “closed to finish” EPL, Liz found a gorgeous Brazilian lover … a trunk all of 50 years. 50 a number better than 40, 35, 30, 34 when it comes to men. Sick due to over-sex hahahaha, Wayan’s terms … this chapter, officially made me a huge fan of the most crude, traditional, Balinese medicine ;) … or may be, I can be a healer myself hahaha, banana massages, banana water, shoot baby shoot …. Hahaah that funny feeling, and wet underpants …
While everyone was trying to get their afternoon nap on the cradle of this airbus, I was so envious of Liz' over-sex sickness hahahaha. And of course, Wayan’s healing powers extra-ordinaire.
Last week or may be a week before last week, I found Allen Vandever. Bok and I FB chatting about fairy sex. Etong si Weng, kung hindi astral sex, fairy sex hahahah.
She found some wilder ones … a little online research I found a great body of Vandever’s work. An artist form Chicago, a year younger than this writer ;)How do fairies do it?
“In this painting I’m dealing with mythology that I’m creating about Fairies for a graphic novel. This painting is depicting two fairies mating with two flowers. Have you ever wandered how fairies reproduce considering there are no male fairies? In my mythology flowers take the role in impregnating the female Fairy. They don’t just mate with one flower, they fly around all day collecting pollen from flowers. The flowers that are pollinated in the process makes the next years flowers more beautiful. It takes a whole year for a fairy to collect enough pollen to have a baby! It takes the pollen of two fairies to have offspring! You will have to wait to find out how this is done!”
That’s the Vandever’s theory. Here’s kyutnakyutnatootle’s, “ang mga diwata pag nakikipag-sex, natutulog lang.” Noni used to tell me that either to scare me, make me sad, insult me or even to encourage me to get laid (again) like human beings do.
I watched I am Sam with Sophie again. This may be the 3rd or 4th time I have seen this movie. I have my own DVD copy, tonight it was HBO’s. I dunno how I have missed it all those times. Phil Collins has his own version (two thumbs up!). Will Young, too (two thumbs din). But Ben Folds ... penetrating me to the bone.
“Sleep pretty darling do not cry . And I will sing a lullabye”
(My response to Nonito).
A metaphor for orgasm in French. French orgasm … lovely! My excitement over Liz Gilbert. May be the moon, too. The push and pull of the tide. Or jusz my period on its 3rd day.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
The Legend of the Vase
Beautification.
A vessel, for flowers.
Intentions. Function. Pretty yes!
Something so good to look at. But I didn’t need. So I quit,
(For some reason … what do you know .. there comes another Vase. Fuck … a Vase I did not want and ask for!)
… so this Vase,
Lemme talk about this Vase.
….
I kinda sorta …
Recognize about this Vase ...
A flaunting Vase!
A Vase everybody wanted.
(So he thought. )
Me … I said, why not?
Four years ago, I said ,,, let’s see about that.
Lemme gamble for that one single Vase.
So why not? You vase. Baby Vase. Let’s give it a chance.
I created a pedestal for that Vase.
I was falling in a twirl. I loved that Vase!
I waited for the Vase to make something of himself.
I waited and waited.
A non-living thing that cannot move.
Still I waited and longed for it ... lingered like a crazy fool...
Hoping that he can show the world (and me)
That he deserves the pedestal I created the for him.
Deserves my love ... deserves me
But the Vase … was fucking playing Useless!
He did not care
(not a bit!)
I left. He lost me.
So now ...
... while I so love, love, love, the Vase
I successfully put broken pieces of myself together
Beautiful pieces of me ... the Vase I initally wanted to realize
And appreciate.
But did not.
So now … here
I have re-arranged my life.
Everything in its rightful place.
My little dysfunctional, craZybeautiful life in order.
The altar still empty.
For no one can fill that void but him. (I have accepted that, I can live with that,too)
You (baby) Vase I so loved and adored
And I so still love,
A love he'll never know. A love he'll never understand.
My dear life is so pre-arranged now
This Vase I so loved …
Has no place in it, anymore
(But I do love the Vase … still.)
(and it is so ironic that there’s jusz no place for this Vase I so love,)
... no place at this point in my life.
I will always pick the best flowers
for this Vase.
(even when it's only in my mind.)
A vessel, for flowers.
Intentions. Function. Pretty yes!
Something so good to look at. But I didn’t need. So I quit,
(For some reason … what do you know .. there comes another Vase. Fuck … a Vase I did not want and ask for!)
… so this Vase,
Lemme talk about this Vase.
….
I kinda sorta …
Recognize about this Vase ...
A flaunting Vase!
A Vase everybody wanted.
(So he thought. )
Me … I said, why not?
Four years ago, I said ,,, let’s see about that.
Lemme gamble for that one single Vase.
So why not? You vase. Baby Vase. Let’s give it a chance.
I created a pedestal for that Vase.
I was falling in a twirl. I loved that Vase!
I waited for the Vase to make something of himself.
I waited and waited.
A non-living thing that cannot move.
Still I waited and longed for it ... lingered like a crazy fool...
Hoping that he can show the world (and me)
That he deserves the pedestal I created the for him.
Deserves my love ... deserves me
But the Vase … was fucking playing Useless!
He did not care
(not a bit!)
I left. He lost me.
So now ...
... while I so love, love, love, the Vase
I successfully put broken pieces of myself together
Beautiful pieces of me ... the Vase I initally wanted to realize
And appreciate.
But did not.
So now … here
I have re-arranged my life.
Everything in its rightful place.
My little dysfunctional, craZybeautiful life in order.
The altar still empty.
For no one can fill that void but him. (I have accepted that, I can live with that,too)
You (baby) Vase I so loved and adored
And I so still love,
A love he'll never know. A love he'll never understand.
My dear life is so pre-arranged now
This Vase I so loved …
Has no place in it, anymore
(But I do love the Vase … still.)
(and it is so ironic that there’s jusz no place for this Vase I so love,)
... no place at this point in my life.
I will always pick the best flowers
for this Vase.
(even when it's only in my mind.)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Easy like Sunday Morning
1. Soph and I’s first night with my new bed.
2. And yes, my first week with my Tinkerbell pillow. Saturday afternoon, yesterday, power nap I dreamt of Lola and Tita Jing :(
3. An entire week of harutan bonding with Soph just before she goes back to school this coming Monday. Secret fats hahahha
4. San Mig light and Marlboro lytes with baby couzs Carrots … thanks be to God for Neng ;)
Me, Tita Marie, Tita Jing, Carrots and Jerome. Calabash Road. I was ten. They were babies. They were not even at their prime.
5. This week’s Quiet Time saw me through … Precious Moments™ bible kept me grounded (somehow) … God’s words and wisdom even when you just don’t get it … just too damn powerful!
6. I was seriously thinking of having some of Soph’s VCDs converted … to save and safe-keep such beautiful memories of birthdays, Christmases, graduations… and so here, me, just like that …finding my old nostalgic self scanning (with Soph’s help) old pics … randomly …
Sailor Moon Sophie with Tita Thelms and Tito Ambet. I so miss Ambet (sa akin na lang yun, at yung sa amin ni Betong, sa amin na lang yung. Ang dami nang nagda-drama about Betong, ayaw ko nang dumagdag pa. Ang importante alam ko at alam nya kung ano sya sa akin, at kung ano ako sa kanya.)
Thelms and I. Zamboanga bound. Zesto drink and Walkman hahahah.
Tita Jing, from my self-made family tree which I made shortly after Lolo Tatay passed in '79. She still is in Oregon and I miss her so :(. Carrots, too. :( :(
First grade, and you noticed me? I was an honor student and smelled sunshine, you my friend, was busy playing marbles, and smelled like sun :). Remember this class pic, you brought this to CITEM, and showed proudly to Alma and Thelms :) ... hey, I miss you, classmate. :) God bless. (am sure, this will bring tears in your eyes when you see and read this, come MOnday. :)
This was how I sign my little name when I was a little six. :)
7. I am dead, rotting busy … this is my last honest decent wonderful weekend … I look forward seeing baby cousz Jerome, my neph Nero, and Tito Peng this coming Friday …
(8). (I love you). (Goodbye.)
9. Pagbalik ko, pasko na.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
www.s_ _ _ _ ean_ _ _ s.net
To Digger: ... when its too much ... too hard ... too long .. too bad ... and when it was jusz was under your nose ... and not realized ... then, it's just too late.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Water Dipper List
Everyone's eggcited, overwhelmed, getting busy with all the preps. We just lost an inter-batch basketball match. Bob's tummy was oh so like .... hahaha. DOGNUTS praying hard that I should be out of hibernation by that time. Jomat's a little worried. Kelsy, too. And Ronnie and Ghie. Arlenevlee's missing me. Nanat getting impatient with me. 2011 is it!!!??? (tapping my fingers, rolling my eyes, hoping the lightning to strike so I can play dead).
I hope they believe me when I say, am serious. Here's my Christmas/Birthday/Reunion list for all my friends in the States and Australia ;) ... some sort of over-indulgence, but isn't this one a good sign that I am seriously considering ...
1. Pippi Longstocking (it's closing to 3 years since I gave it away, it needs a replacement by now)
2. Strawberry Shortcake, Raggedy Ann and Andy and/or Cabbage Patch
3. Pink Monopoly for Soph and Mom ;)
4. VS's Plum Drop yummmmmmmm
5. DVDs all of these ..... Angela’s Ashes, Como Agua Para Chocolate, Steel Magnolias, How to Make an American Quilt, Malena, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Field of Dreams, Dead Poets Society, Patch Adams, Now and Then, Reality Bites :)
6. Kevyn Lettau’s first CD with Bridges there of course ;)
7 Daisy lift for my toilet bowl (hahahah pati talaga ito ... i actually came upon this during my chicago - oregon trip, they have it in-flight Southwest Airlines wheeeew so some of my friends should ride Southwest ... so spoiled this gYpsy huh)
8. I've got many other things in my head, in my heart ;) ... I wish I could put everything down and all the happy, sob stories behind each item ... my Facebook's Bucklet List, they're all there. The ones money can buy, and the ones I can never have even if I spent a lifetime.
So this ain't actually a Bucket List. That one sounds too serious, a little desperate ... so I wanna keep this light ... my Water Dipper List haha!
My Bucket List, some details there, especially the one in the bottom list (remember, its arranged according to degree of difficulty, and that explains why the last one in the Bucket List is last), money can't buy. We are all completely powerless over. Me, since I can't travel time, am leaving everything to God.
(somebody's giving me the creeps here ... 41 times, in a span of 2 hours ... what good is it to you? ... what can you do?
Why do you search for us? him me old office
We're not together. He doesn't even like me. He's getting married after New Year's Eve. If these facts satisfy you, you will stop.
I hope they believe me when I say, am serious. Here's my Christmas/Birthday/Reunion list for all my friends in the States and Australia ;) ... some sort of over-indulgence, but isn't this one a good sign that I am seriously considering ...
1. Pippi Longstocking (it's closing to 3 years since I gave it away, it needs a replacement by now)
2. Strawberry Shortcake, Raggedy Ann and Andy and/or Cabbage Patch
3. Pink Monopoly for Soph and Mom ;)
4. VS's Plum Drop yummmmmmmm
5. DVDs all of these ..... Angela’s Ashes, Como Agua Para Chocolate, Steel Magnolias, How to Make an American Quilt, Malena, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Field of Dreams, Dead Poets Society, Patch Adams, Now and Then, Reality Bites :)
6. Kevyn Lettau’s first CD with Bridges there of course ;)
7 Daisy lift for my toilet bowl (hahahah pati talaga ito ... i actually came upon this during my chicago - oregon trip, they have it in-flight Southwest Airlines wheeeew so some of my friends should ride Southwest ... so spoiled this gYpsy huh)
8. I've got many other things in my head, in my heart ;) ... I wish I could put everything down and all the happy, sob stories behind each item ... my Facebook's Bucklet List, they're all there. The ones money can buy, and the ones I can never have even if I spent a lifetime.
So this ain't actually a Bucket List. That one sounds too serious, a little desperate ... so I wanna keep this light ... my Water Dipper List haha!
My Bucket List, some details there, especially the one in the bottom list (remember, its arranged according to degree of difficulty, and that explains why the last one in the Bucket List is last), money can't buy. We are all completely powerless over. Me, since I can't travel time, am leaving everything to God.
(somebody's giving me the creeps here ... 41 times, in a span of 2 hours ... what good is it to you? ... what can you do?
Why do you search for us? him me old office
We're not together. He doesn't even like me. He's getting married after New Year's Eve. If these facts satisfy you, you will stop.
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