I Did It!

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I wouldn't let 2-0-1-3 end without my last entry for the year..

Here's an update!

So I finally spilled the beans...yep, last December 20! It was our last day at work and my flight to Zamboanga was the following day. Really, I did not know what came over me. It was a now-or-never thing, after endless debates with myself, I finally decided to take the risk. I wrote all my feelings in a letter. She was my "manita" so I slipped the letter inside the pouch containing my gift for her and some little things too.  She spent that Friday night in my apartment, and she even drove me to the airport the next morning (much to my surprise.) I begged her not to read the cards in my presence, she politely obliged. We bade each other good bye and I saw her green car go as I queued for the departure entrance at the NAIA Terminal 3.

Crossroads

Should I push the pedal to its limits and just go full throttle? or stay put for a while (for who knows till when) and wait for the right time?

Two weeks ago, I was decided. I was going to do the inevitable. Finally, I will face my fear - fear of losing everything, fear of the unknown. I was ready to jump off the cliff, to take risks. Yet something happened last week. I was not prepared for it, nor was she. It totally changed the game plan. This may be a minor setback, although sometimes I think it may even be an advantage. But am I really that type of person? I think not... I hope not...

Sinking Ship

Turbulent waters. Waves splashing across the side of the boat... I grab for my backpack quickly, instinctively... looking for the black pouch my father gave me. I searched through the tiny slits inside, removing empty medicine wrappers in the process. My fingers searching frantically. My nausea stepping up a notch. I could feel my saliva form in the sides of my mouth... I hate this feeling of having to puke. Then my forefinger finally found it, I tore it open. My savior, for at least after an hour when it finally kicks in... Thank you, Bonamine... I know, I know... I should have taken it before going to this trip... I thought I could endure the pain, the motion sickness...but......

My Christmas List

Christmas is just 14 days away! In order to get my creative juices pumping this Wednesday morning (pampagana before doing cadworks ^____^,) I thought I'd write down my wishlist (and things I am thankful for for the year that was,) and hope that Santa could still get to read it on time.... (p.s. I know there is NO Santa Claus. My sister, Chiching, was the one who put candies and small gifts on our socks/stockings when we were kids.)

Stubborn is My Middle Name

Obstinate. Unrelenting. Unshakable.

Those are just some words that are synonymous to my name. Yep. Ask anyone who knows me for at least two years tops. Well, some who even just met me could say that as well. I'm not proud of it, nor am I wavering my bragging rights over it. It's just who I am.

In other words, matigas ang ulo ko. Ask my mother. We often get into arguments because of it, especially when I was younger. Don't get me wrong, I don't answer back or anything. In fact, I just keep silent the whole time (or until I have gotten over whatever it was), sometimes giving them the cold shoulder.