Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I'm turning 41 in 5 months...

Well, not really... but at the rate we're going, with the days whizzing on by and the months rolling on in the blink of an eye, and the year over as quick as it begun... shit, i might as well be.

I swear i was only 23 a few weeks ago. I still sorta believe i'm 23 years old. haha! I have to remind myself that that was 2 and a half years ago. Some memories are still fresh in my mind. I swear, i feel like i remember last year's New Year party better than i do the one that JUST passed. Strange.

2008 flew by faster than any year i know. I don't understand it. It seems like 2009 is either moving at the same rate... or flying by even faster. January is over???

I'm not writing this complaining about my age. No way. It's not that. I just feel like the days are passing me by and i don't even realize it. I find it hard to grasp. Life really does happen in the blink of an eye. Have i just been too busy to notice? Have i not been living enough? Or have i been living too much?

I can't believe Dylan is turning 5. That's all your fingers in one hand. When did he start growing up? He used to fit in my palm and not walk or talk yet. These days, he's got suggestions on what he wants for breakfast and picks out which pair of shoes he wants to wear with his outfit. He knows where to go at the mall and he doesn't need help eating. He's capable of doing all that on his own. My baby's not a baby anymore. I guess he really hasn't been a baby for a long time now.

My baby brother is 5 inches taller than me. When the hell did that happen? I'm a decade older than him.

Ian and i have spent almost a year and half apart. Before the long distance started, i was worrying about whether or not i'd make it through 6 months... a year would have been miraculous. We planned to be together by 2 years. Now, we're shooting for 5 more years. That's some serious shit. Cake though, right? I mean, it looks like time is on our side. I can get a lot done in 5 years... and so can he.

I used to complain to my mom and ask her why my baby book was never completed. There are dates that aren't filled out. I don't know when exactly i executed all my "firsts", or when my teeth started sprouting and how tall i got at a certain age. She just used to tell me that there was no time for it, or she forgot. Before i had Dylan, i thought it was a load of crap- all you do is watch children, cook, and clean. How hard could that have been??
Oh wow. How SO WRONG was i??? i deserve to be sneered at for that comment. My mom has the right to laugh at me til i no longer exist. Karma is great.
Here i am, years later, with a child of my own. I barely clean (my dad should be laughing his heart out at this moment), i only cook every now and then- nothing close to 3 meals a day, and it doesn't really take that much to look after Dylan. He's pretty good at taking care of himself. Yet, the baby book is incomplete, i've neglected to measure his height every month, and pictures? Hmm... they're somewhere. Haha!
HOnestly, i find it a great & pleasant surprise to find baby pictures wedged into old diaries, planners, and random boxes with other pictures of my "old life", with other stacks of pictures of friends who have come and gone. Nonetheless, i should get to organizing them. No excuse.

Ah, the gift of life.
I remember a time when i used to think that 25 was considered LIGHT YEARS away for me. Those people were old (haha). The farthest i've ever gone to envisioning my future ended at 24. Past that, i had no idea what i was gonna do or what life had in store for me. I'm more of a live-life-a-day-at-a-time chick. I'm turning 26 this year. I can't believe it.
Seriously, where did the years go???

I have a lot in store for me this year. Big changes, HUUUUUUUUUGE. It's scary and exciting at the same time. I really need to brace myself.
I keep putting off things i should be doing to make room for things i HAVE to get done. I just hope i'm making wise decisions.
Time lost is something you can't ever get back.

“How did it get so late so soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
-Dr. Seuss

Monday, February 2, 2009

Who, me???

I just did that 25 Random Things About Yourself on Facebook. It came out from nowhere like a bad case of the chicken pox. Everyone was doing it, and i have to admit, it was very entertaining and a lot of fun to think about 25 things of my own that i'd be willing to share with people.

So i started thinking... is there anything i do that is ME? I wanted to test it out and see how much i could come up with. Obviously, i have nothing better to do with my time.

Let's see...

1. I move my lips when i read to myself.

2. I wiggle my toes when i think.

3. I sleep with a "house" (as Ian calls it). I have this formula for when i sleep. I need, absolutely NEED, 3 pillows. One for my head, and one on either side of me. It's a must. It's the only way i sleep good at night. If i'm given only one pillow (like at hotels), and another one is not available, no matter what i do... i use my sweater as a pillow, the actual pillow on my left side, and i scrunch up the blanket and tuck it behind me on my right.

4. I'm not messy... it's organized clutter. I know where everything is. You clean it up and move everything around... and i can't find something- THEN it turns into a mess.

5. If i really really like the book i'm reading, no matter how thick it is, i'll finish it in one go.

6. Don't ever wake me up when completely unnecessary (necessary means emergency... anything OTHER than that- UNNECESSARY).

7. Don't talk to me when i'm watching TV. If i miss a vital part and you can't tell me what it was... it'll be the end of you. Just kidding. I'll get pretty upset, but i won't tell you.

8. I'm anti-confrontational. I don't like being the bearer of bad news. I don't like yelling at people. I'm not one to complain either. It's not a good thing at all.

9. I dance when i hear music. I dance when i'm happy. I dance to keep myself preoccupied. I dance when i like what i'm eating. I dance while i'm waiting. I like to dance.

10. They say you get your stripper name by putting your first pet's name with your first street address name. In that case, my stripper name is Chuchi Chuntug. [choo-chee choon-toog]

11. When i was young i wanted to join the circus and be that chick on the flying trapeze. Either that or become a nun- so i'd never have to endure the pain of childbirth. I was 6 or 7 i think.

12. I used to do all the "bad things" as a kid- break things, write on walls, scratch the walls, misplace things, mess up someone else's things... and i always blamed it on my brother. I usually got away with it. My parents didn't figure it out until we were almost in our 20's.

13. I can ride a horse without a saddle on. I don't know if that's hard, but i think that's pretty hardcore

14. I can pick things up with my toes. I can also move JUST my little toe. It's muscle manipulation... i think that's hard. My dad's impressed. I think Dylan has it too. Most people think that's weird.

15. I point with my lips sometimes. That's sooooooooo Filipino. haha

16. I tell myself a story or think of an alternate universe where i'm someone else... to get myself to fall asleep.

17. I cry at weddings. Even when i don't know the couple who got married.

18. I feel like something is missing when i don't have bangles on. I always have to have something on my arms/wrists.

19. I cry when i'm angry.

20. I've always wanted to wait on the side of the street with a stick and wait for someone to come rolling along on a bike... and when they pass by, i'd wedge the stick into their wheel. I'd never do it, of course. But that thought always passes through my head when i see someone on a bike pass me. If you see me smiling to myself, that's most probably what i'm thinking.

21. I secretly wanna shove people out of the way when they're walking too slow. I don't care how old they are. They should walk on the side.

22. I've owned a diary since before i can even remember. Maybe 7 or 8. I have snippets of my life written down somewhere. It's entertaining to read them and look back years and years later.

23. I believe Bob Marley was onto something.

24. I don't like beans and i can't eat peas. If i find them in my food, they turn into a small pile on the side of my plate. I'll avoid eating them as much as i can.

25. I remember birthdays. I always have. If you're important to me, most likely i know when your birthday is, and you'll hear from me when that day comes.

That wasn't too bad.
Dylan's in need of a bath and has to retire into bed.
It feels good to write again.. even though it's silly little nothings. haha

Kaun na ka

The 2 weekends i was in Butuan, i felt like all i did was eat & play music.

When i wasn't eating, i was alone, so i found myself saying random things to myself or blurting out nonsense every now and then. I just wanted to make sure my voice was still there.

There were 3 weddings held at the hotel out of the 4 days i was there. I'm hoping to God that I will never have to wear a bridesmaids dress that looks like any of them.

DVD's make time fly by like nothing.

My hosts and whoever they were with, spoke in their native dialect everywhere we went and only spoke in Tagalog when speaking directly to me. I didn't understand most of their conversations, but i caught on with some. I don't quite understand why they did that.

I think Butuan should be called the "Red Horse Drinkers Capital of the Philippines". Even chicks down them. Crazy.

I can't ever be famous. Ever. I don't like the attention. I hate taking pictures. When people scream my name, i get more angry/embarrassed than i do flattered.

I think God gave me Dylan so that i never have to be alone. I need human contact. Peace & quiet can drive me up the walls.

I will never again show up for a flight at the bare minimum of 45 minutes pre-departure. I HATE the B seat. I NEED to sit next to the window.
And i don't understand why people get up AS SOON as they hear that the plane is now boarding passengers- we already got our boarding passes... the plane isn't going to leave without us! Same thing goes for when the plane stops... why do people rush to get up all of a sudden? We're all gonna get off no matter what.
Also, what's up with people turning on their phones and unbuckling their seat belts just as the flight attendant is announcing for you to do otherwise?
*hay naku* Mga Pilipino talaga. Magpakita kayo ng pagbabago, bigyan niyo'ko ng pagasa.

Airport taxis scream out EXTORTION.

Terminal fee is 200 pesos for domestic flights. WHY?
If you carry a Filipino passport, you pay over a 1000 pesos for International Flights. WHY?

I cannot believe you have to pay for your own snack on a Cebu Pacific flight. They sell souvenirs too??? crazy...

Our country is HUGE... and oh-so beautiful. IF only we could do all the right things with it. IF ONLY.