September 24 na ba?

In other news, Melissa Mae tagged me. And since I've answered this twice on my LJ already (although I distinctly remember it being SIX weird habits), I'll answer it here.

In the 8 facts about me, you share 8 things that your readers don't know about you. then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.
* each blogger must post these rules first.
* each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* at the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

01. Only my brothers know this. I like singing along to my mp3s when I'm using the computer at home. As in todo emote with matching pikit ng mata.
02. I google for movies playing on TV if I don't know what it is. Tonight's HBO mystery to me apparently is King Kong. Can somebody please explain why there are dinosaurs in the movie?
03. I download songs from Multiply using Candy's account so that my own account won't show up on the person's stats. Hahaha!
04. When I remember, I do "wall push-ups." I don't know how else to call it but it's like a push-up except you do it against the wall. Haha, I particularly do this against the bathroom wall before taking a bath. Kadiri, noh? d: My arms are still fat so that means I always forget. Haha!
05. I say too much on my countless blogs. But hey, you knew that already. Haha, why do I love exposing myself to the world? I don't know, either.
06. My all-time favorite cereal is Frosties. Not Cocoa Puffs, not Rice Krispies, not plain cornflakes. I like my cereal sweet. (:
07. (Don't get mad.) I'm not very fond of people visiting my site just because I'm my brother's sister. I've worked so hard to not be his shadow so you know, there are times when I'd rather you send your comments to him, not me. I love him, though, don't get me wrong. (; It's just this is my site, so let's talk about me. Okay? Haha!
08. I had a "non-relationship" with someone from work (past or present, who knows? hahaha!). When I think about it now, I wish it never happened. I hope he reads this. Or someone who knows him does and sends the message.

It seems weird that I am posting this "tell-all" (not quite all, with just eight secrets) on a public blog. Haha! Especially one that my family reads. d: But what the heck, they're bound to find out sooner or later, right?

I'm tagging everyone who hasn't done it or has but wants to do it again. :D


Happy birthday to the best kuya! d:

Through SMS today
me: Did you see my note* na?
him: Hindi pa. Nasan?
him: Nakita ko na! I love you!

I love you, too! Happy birthday, Kuya Mong!

* I taped a note on the bathroom mirror because he was still asleep when I left the house this morning. I didn't want to wake him up just to greet him. And since we barely see each other, I thought the note would be a nice surprise to wake up to.


A little lamb lost

Because the weather is just the right kind of gloomy, I'll write about something I haven't been talking about for some time now.

I've always believed that your love life doesn't really define who you are. I'm not being bitter. Ha ha. It's just that I don't think you should be judged just based on whether you have a boyfriend/a husband/a partner/whatever-you-call-them-these-days or not. All of my twenty-four years (minus the few years I did manage to have a relationship), I've always been asked if I have a boyfriend, why don't I have one, isn't anyone courting me. Yes, those three questions, always in succession. Sometimes, I get tired of answering. Why is it hard to believe that I don't? Or that I don't really know why I don't have one. And that it is possible to not have someone pursue you at one point in your life. Why, are you supposed to have a suitor 24/7? 365 days a year? Because if you are, well, sorry. I was not informed.

It can get frustrating. Some people think you've given up and lost all hope and that's why you've turned into those people who would gladly stay single for the rest of their lives. But the truth is, you're just scared. Scared that everything is just one big cycle and you'll end up exactly the way you were before it started. So why bother?

I haven't lost all hope nor have I given up. I guess this time I'm just more cautious. My mom would always recite these lines to me, "Hindi hinahanap yun, dumadating." So I followed, waited patiently. It came but it also left. Some friends said you had to put some effort into it, make things happen. I tried that, too. And I only ended up getting my heart broken and it felt even worse than the first (two) time(s). So what's a girl to do?

I wait patiently and pray that someone will come and watch over me—eventually. Someone who, hopefully, is also patient and willing to wait. (:

When I was much younger, I'd always answer "25" when asked what my ideal marrying age would be. That's only three months away. Highly unlikely that a wedding will happen between today and the day I turn 25. d: But I do believe that someday, I will get to do that. (: First, I'll have to fall in love.



Assumption girls are like fragrant blossoms set out into the world to share its beauty and truth. —Sir Beni delos Reyes


Bratinella strikes again

I was sort of hoping my 100th post would be something special or memorable at least.

But I am now tired and sleepy (but can't seem to fall asleep) with my forehead hurting from too much kunot ng noo.

Two things I really hate: being made to wait and sleeping in a car.

I don't like waiting. I'm (almost) never late and I hate it when other people are. I wake up early, get ready early, so I expect to arrive early wherever and whenever. I know that it's so we can save money, but geezus, can you please think of other people and the time they need to get to wherever? Hay, and after ten hours in the office, I really want to plop down on my bed, watch a few minutes of TV and blissfully fall asleep buried under my comforter.

Yes, because beds are for sleeping. Not cars. Who wants to sleep sitting down, right? Which brings us to the second item on my hate list today. I never really get to sleep that long on road trips. I'm just not too comfortable and I can't sleep in a sitting position. And when I finally doze off, I'm already where I'm supposed to be. GAHHHH.

So you can just imagine how pissed I am right now. Sitting inside a car for an hour and half the time, waiting in front of a building. My face = >_<

I am using up all of my self-control to shut up and not snap at the people in this room. I know, I'm such a brat. Don't you just hate it. Inhale, exhale. Okay, at least I have self-control!

I think my mother has found this blog. Hahaha! Hi, mommy.


Rainy days and pan de sal

I kind of miss waiting for the radio announcement of suspension of classes. The closest thing to it was getting an email from HR that we could go home at 5pm today.

One of my favorite memories of rainy days when I was younger is eating breakfast in my parents' room in our old house in Marikina. It was on the "second floor" of the bedroom. In quotation marks because our house was really a bungalow and my parents just had a sort-of loft or attic built in their bedroom. You see, our tiny house on the corner of Oriole and Flamingo always got flooded in whenever it rained. I still remember waking up and seeing my bedroom half-submerged in murky floodwater. I think my tandayan even fell into the water. Yuck. Haha!

Whenever classes got suspended, we'd get carried to the spiral staircase going up to my parents' bedroom and we'd eat pan de sal and peanut butter until the water went down. It still gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. Hahaha!

Even though I'd love to eat peanut butter pan de sal in my parents' room with my family again, I really wouldn't want to get flooded in. O: Not after a few months ago when I got stuck in traffic for two hours coming from the office and then, coming home to an extremely muddy house. Isn't it ironic? (Don't you think? Haha!) We moved out of Marikina so we wouldn't get flooded in and now, we still get flooded in!


Not-so-cheap but still inexpensive thrills

Happiness today was in the form of a roasted garlic and shrimp pizza with extra cheese. Shared with it my parents while they watched chismis and I watched The Simpsons Movie (heh, online. shh!).