MIxed Nuts

Mixed Nuts


We have been announcing the whole engagement thing already, and we've got some mixed reactions. My friends were all surprised but happy for us. But the more 'mature' and 'older' people are more cynical. They rattle off things like, "Mahal ang magpa-annull." or "Excited ka lang, pero pag nagsama kayo lalabas ang totoong ugali niyo."

They can be annoying, yeah. But they've been there and done that. So I guess, they may be right. We do know that life ain't a piece of cake. It never is. And nobody said marriage would be easy.

As always...take one step at a time.

The Old Ball and Chain

The Old Ball and Chain

UPDATES: We have told more people...been getting a lot of congratulations. We told my mom. Who, unsurprisingly, reacted with calm. She'll provide the engagement rings daw. I think she's excited too, she's just not letting on too much. She keeps on asking about our plans kase. Hehe.

I told Monyat and Joi yesterday over breakfast, they kept on pestering me to make them ADULT flower girls and persuading me to have pink and brown as my motiff. And here comes Ardee pa...the friends I love are regressing. Hahahaha! Kidding, guys!

On the whole, most was stunned. But happy for us, I hope.

And siyempre, no one's more happy than the both of us.

Biruin mo, kung sino pa yung tibo, siya pa yung nauna. hehe.

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I've told two of my friends (jhamie and ryan) ...I haven't told my family yet. He hasn't told his either, but I got his permission to announce it:

We're getting married!

We definitely are. We haven't decided on the exact date yet. It may happen before we move in or after we move in to our home. But it's pretty much definite.
As mentioned I already told Jhamie and Ryan, via text only. Boa already told his new officemates. His friends had already assumed that we will get married sooner or later. We haven't told the parental units yet. On my side, we'd probably wait for my dad to go home and get to know his future son-in-law before we break the news. As for his side, it's a whole Oedipus-Jocasta complex, him being the only son and the youngest in his family so we're threading lightly on that one either.

We haven't decided yet if we will do the civil wedding first then do the church wedding later since it would put a dent in our pockets after moving in to our new home or do the whole thing at once. Personally, I'd rather do it once, with the people we loved the most. I would not opt for a Catholic ceremony (the conservative parental units may have a problem with this), instead I'd rather have a justice of peace wed us but it would definitely be an outdoor wedding. A garden...maybe.

We have some ideas on the venues already, we've been toying with the people that would be on the entourage...but aside from us deciding to marry, nothing else is definite.

I hope that my Marriage and the Family (theology 5) professor forgives me for giving her grief the entire semester that I was on my i'll-never-be-married brattiness mode during her class.

I never thought that I'd be this excited. With no engagement ring to speak of, which doesn't really matter, anyhow. I was never a jewelry person and whoever said that we had a traditional courtship anyway (yeah, GSM blue!).


I'd never thought I'd be this happy. Never thought we'd reached this point. But we are, and I want to share this to the world.

I trust Erica Jong when she says that Sometimes it was worth all the disadvantages of marriage just to have that: one friend in an indifferent world.

Sappy as it sounds, I'm so glad to have found that person. Oh, I'm still the same old cynical me...I still think that men are stupid and that they can't be trusted too much. I still think that I'm stronger than all ten of them put together.

It's just that right now, feet firmly on the ground, I still feel like I'm fifty feet off it.

So, shoot me.

Back

Comfort Zone

I've officially moved out. No more house parties. Miss ko na si Boa. =<

This was a bad timing as the main road to my house is closed for construction. It means a whole lot of rerouting and more insane traffic than usual. It will definitely take me some time to get adjusted to the whole 2 hour commuting thing. Which is a real drag. I'll deal with this mess for one whole year.

Mom had been spoiling me nonstop since I'm back. Guess she really missed me. But she emphasized that since I'm living under their roof...you get the idea. After a year and three months of independence, I'd have to burn it down a notch since I'm living with my 'rents. It's nice. But still a bummer.

Another big news is that my promotion is definite. It would take effect on the 6th of April!


WOOOHOOOOO!!!!


After a year of working at Medicall, my career is definitely moving upwards.

I'm still shuffling in between schedules hence the silence in this blog.

And it may still be silent for the next few weeks. I'll be working for 14 whole days straight to adjust to my permanent schedule. Which is stressing as it sounds. But what the heck. Things will get easier after that.

And Boa made me do a bad thing. The sick feeling at the pit of my stomach doesn't go away. My conscience is eating me up....=S.

Well..this is the end of this incoherent entry. Will try to be back soon.

Ours

Ours

This is a long overdue promise...pics of our new home (well, those are just the model units so it will be vastly different from our house a year from now).

Shot of the kitchen.

a shot of us in the kitchen...again.


The dining room



Me in the dining room/kitchen/sala (ba't nga pala walang pics ng bedroom? kusina lang ba binili namin?).

Anyway...those are all the pics that Boa took. Admittedly, he is not much of a photographer. Hehe. With all this house-buying furor, we are debating on fabric swatches and lay outs and furnitures and corwn moldings. Sounds boring to some, but incredibly exciting to me. For people who think we are moving too fast...well...you can say i-told-you-so if this all goes down the drain. Hee. But I hope it doesn't.


My dearest nephew during my birthday celebration at Glorietta.


We bought his and hers Nike sneaks. Wala lang pa-cute. Hindi ko nga alam kung bakit. Alam ko Converse baby ako. Well..that's one item off my wishlist. =p

Happy weekends.

Get It On

Get It On, Get In On



Paul Gilbert, doing his rendition of 2 become 1. Kewl!

Final Warning

Final Warning

I told you not to mess it up. Would you really be happy to be with me on my terms?

We have a lot to look forward to...so I'll hang on...and we'll see.

Heartbreak Hotel

Heartbreak Hotel
(Whitney Houston)

You said you`d be here by 9

And said you took your time

You didn`t think to call me, boy

Here I sit, tryin` not to cry

Askin` myself why

You`d do this to me



Since you`re not around for me to tell you baby face to face

I`m writin` you this letter, and this is what I have to say



All I really wanted was some of your time

Instead you told me lies when someone else was on your mind

What you do to me, look what you did to me

I thought that you were someone who would do me right

Until you played with me emotions and you made me cry

What you do to me, you take what you did to me



Now I see that you`ve been doin` wrong

And played me all along

And made a fool of me, baby

You got it all wrong to think that I wouldn`t find out

(Uh!)

That you were cheatin` on me baby

How could you do it to me



Since you`re not around for me to tell you baby face to face

I`m writin` you this letter, and this is what I have to say



All I really wanted was someone to care

Instead you told me lies when someone else was on your mind
(what you did...)

What you do to me, look what you did to me

I thought that you were someone who would do me right

Until you played with me emotions and you made me cry

What you do to me (why you do it?),

you take what you did to me (you didn`t have to do it to me,
baby)



This is a heartbreak hotel

This is a heartbreak hotel

This is a heartbreak hotel

This is a heartbreak hotel





All I really wanted was someone to care

Instead you told me lies when someone else was on your mind

What you do to me, look what you did to me

I thought that you were someone who would do me right

Until you played with me emotions and you made me cry

What you do to me, you take what you did to me



All I really wanted was someone to care

Instead you told me lies when someone else was on your mind

What you do to me, look what you did to me

I thought that you were someone who would do me right

Until you played with me emotions and you made me cry

What you do to me, you take what you did to me



I ain`t gon` take it..... I ain`t gon` take it boy

Cheating Actually

Cheating Actually

(Karen: Emma Thompson, Harry: Alan Rickman)

Karen: Tell me, what would you do in my position?

Harry: What position is that?

Karen: Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace and come Christmas gave it to somebody else...

Harry: Oh, Karen...

Karen: Would you wait around to find out if it's just a necklace, or if it's sex and a necklace, or if worst of all it's a necklace and love? Would you stay, knowing life would always be a little bit worse? Or would you cut and run?

Harry: Oh, God. I am so in the wrong. The classic fool.

Karen: [voice breaking] Yes, but you've also made a fool out of me, and you've made the life I lead foolish too.

To Have Without Holding

To Have Without Holding
Marge Piercy

Learning to love differently is hard,
love with the hands wide open, love
with the doors banging on their hinges,
the cupboard unlocked, the wind
roaring and whimpering in the rooms
rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds
that thwack like rubber bands
in an open palm.

It hurts to love wide open
stretching the muscles that feel
as if they are made of wet plaster,
then of blunt knives, then
of sharp knives.

It hurts to thwart the reflexes
of grab, of clutch; to love and let
go again and again. It pesters to remember
the lover who is not in the bed,
to hold back what is owed to the work
that gutters like a candle in a cave
without air, to love consciously,
conscientiously, concretely, constructively.

I can't do it, you say it's killing
me, but you thrive, you glow
on the street like a neon raspberry,
You float and sail, a helium balloon
bright bachelor's button blue and bobbing
on the cold and hot winds of our breath,
as we make and unmake in passionate
diastole and systole the rhythm
of our unbound bonding, to have
and not to hold, to love
with minimized malice, hunger
and anger moment by moment balanced.

The Business of Love is Cruelty

The Business of Love is Cruelty
Dean Young

It scares me the genius we have
for hurting one another. I'm seven,
as tall as my mother kneeling and
she's kneeling and somehow I know

exactly how to do it, calmly,
enunciating like a good actor projecting
to the last row, shocking the ones
who've come in late, cowering

out of their coats, sleet still sparkling
on their collars, the voice nearly licking
their ears above the swordplay and laments:
I hate you.

Now her hands are rising to her face.
Now the fear done flashing through me,
I wish I could undo it, take it back,
but it's a question of perfection,

carrying it through, climbing the steps
to my room, chosen banishment, where
I'll paint the hair of my model
Bride of Frankenstein purple and pink,

heap of rancor, vivacious hair
that will not die. She's rejected
of course her intended, cathected
the desires of six or seven bodies

onto the wimp Doctor. And Herr Doktor,
what does he want among the burning villages
of his proven theories? Well, he wants
to be a student again, free, drunk,

making the cricket jump, but
his distraught monster's on the rampage
again, lead-footed, weary, a corrosive
and incommunicable need sputtering

his chest, throwing oil like a fouled-up
motor: how many times do you have to die

before you're really dead?