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Contrary to what I wrote in my other blog:

Facebook makes me sad. I honestly think it’s just a place to show off one’s successes and achievements. Obviously, I have nothing to boast about that’s why I’m bitter :)

I think I now understand why I was never addicted to Facebook. It doesn’t really matter to me if they have this and that in life, which I obviously do not possess. I do not care a bit if they are rich and famous. It bothers me that nobody is liking my status! HAHAHAHA! Poor me :) Well, there’s M and R and J and another M who are constantly liking my non-sense shout outs but I envy those who have 100 + likes and comments in every quote or joke they post on their walls.

They are the real human beings while me … I’m like the wind. Invisible and quiet. Facebook only shows the boring personality that I have :) Truth be told, if it weren’t for Ms. V.L., I wouldn’t have bothered to activate my FB account. OMG this is me!  I’m scared that only a few will accept my friend requests. These are my insecurities!

Like, a few days ago, there are two persons who didn’t confirm me as friend. That made me a little angry, very upset and so disappointed. My sister told me “so what?! shrug it off! they don’t matter!” Yeah. Got her point. But I’m still upset. Later on, to console myself I said “haaay! they’re so mayabang! GRRR!” On the second thought, maybe they don’t know me. I was very quiet back in high school so they probably don’t even remember my name. *Sigh :( :( :( This is my life …

So, anyway, enough for self pity. Guess what? I have a new baby!  She’s actually my first love and her name is Love is Paris. I know the name is not very original but I like it! Do you know that two years ago, I wrote a blog which was entitled Vanilla Ice Cream? I thought it was unique but then I found out that there were at least a hundred other blogs named Vanilla Ice Cream. Hehehe. Now, I couldn’t care less if Love is Paris has 1000 namesakes :)

There are three things:

  1. this new blog is also for commercial purposes. sorry about that. I know most bloggers are against blog advertising but I need it.
  2. I started this blog intending to write about my dreams of going to Paris and hopefully making it happen by becoming successful in writing hehehe
  3. I made a Facebook page and a like button in the sidebar. I want 1,000,000 likes! As in 1 Million!

ONE MILLION. How am I going to achieve that target? I have 130 plus friends in FB/Friendster but I’m too shy to suggest my page and I would never do that, even in my wildest dream.  My sister told me she’s going to ask a few friends to like it hehehe. I have to be realistic. One million likes in 5 years :) Please like my page! Look at the sidebar or see below. THANK YOU!

Dreaming on

It has become a habit, I guess. I just naturally fall into a deep thought every night before I go to sleep. I think about my plans, my dreams, and about a time frame I’m not so sure if I would be able to meet. Yesterday, I was asked again by a very good friend when am I going to settle down. For the first time, I wasn’t annoyed :)

There is that little awkwardness in the air but I wasn’t irritated at all. Before, questions like that will instantly ruin a beautiful day. But I have learned that when people ask me personal questions, it doesn’t necessarily mean they are attacking me. Sometimes, they are simply curious and most of the time, they are just trying to start a conversation.  So now I just try to laugh it off when asked about marriage. People will surely ask because hello!, I’m 27 :)

Anyway, I’m dreaming of buying my own house. I wonder how it would feel to finally have a place I can call my own. I want legal documents. In my entire life, I never had any property with a written document stating that I am the owner. I think it’s about time to really take a housing loan from PAGIBIG.

My future house will be completed by nice furnitures and fixtures. Everything made of wood and the appliances should be brand new. The living room is surrounded by big glass windows with pretty roman blinds. Sofas with colorful throw pillows, definitely without carpets and rugs. And a room full of toys for my nephew and niece. And a Mazda 3 parked in the garage. Wow. I love the idea of having a Mazda 3!

Needless to say, there are no plans of settling down. I’m in love with my dreams and ambitions. I told you in my other blog I have a crush but guess what? I’m learning to forget about that person.

Withering flower

We were having dinner at Chowking Malate when I told my high school best friend that I have something important to tell. Her facial expressions immediately became serious and then she asked me if I were pregnant. I almost choked with her funny yet stupid question. What does that question supposed to mean? She knows very well my love story and it just so happened that the first and only man I ever loved in my entire life is from the other side of the world. Like we never got the chance to see each other in person. So, how on earth am I going to get pregnant? Haha! I didn’t answer her question instead I just rolled my eyes and next thing was we were just laughing hard about it.

Anyway, I wanted to let her know about my plans of becoming a freelance writer. I’m not getting any younger and at this point of my life, I’m searching for a job that would assure me of financial stability. My current full-time job is dead-end. Of course, it’s great that  my desk job is enabling me to pay for the basic bills however, I’m not satisfied. I want something better and as of this minute, blogging and freelance writing are the only possible opportunities I can get. It seems that working abroad is not for me.  My best friend’s salary is 40k a month which is a fairly huge amount if you are living alone in Manila. I am genuinely happy for her. But somehow, I couldn’t help but feel inferior with my 12k.

Photo credits: www.amourdart.com

Let me clarify that I’m not jealous. She utterly deserves it! She’s so kind-hearted and all. Maybe a little envious but not to the extent that I’m losing hope. Besides, I’m not the jealous type, I am the ambitious type. Shy, ambitious and faithful all rolled into one, that’s my personality. I have an inexplicably strong feeling, He has fabulous plans for me. There is a voice whispering in my heart that something incredible will happen and I just need to wait and to be patient. Trouble is, I’m getting older. In a few weeks I’m turning 27 and I hate to say this, but reality is starting to sink in.

I’m not yet financially stable, I haven’t found yet the right person for me and to make my situation worse, I’m growing old. Never mind that I’m still single, I’m absolutely fine with that. Joke. In truth, I am beginning to see my self as an ugly old maid a few more years from now. My other best friend is one year younger than me and she is already wanting to have a family of her own. This got me thinking if something is wrong with me. They’re all getting or at least planning to get married and I am not.

I am suddenly confused. Which should I prioritize? Career or love? I know women should get married at a certain age. But the thought of staying single for the next five years does not bother me. I’m more worried about staying broke and being penniless for the rest of my life. At the very least I should have a back-up source of income.

What Women Want

Every woman has her own definition of ‘Mr. DREAM BOY.’ That’s for sure. And so, I asked some friends about this and here’s a few of what they are looking for, so listen up guys!

(Instead of listing it down, I decided to put it in a paragraph just so it won’t consume too much space )

Someone kind and thoughtful. Is in to compromising. Can be straight up and honest without avoiding the topic at hand. Someone who isn’t disrespectful when he disagrees. Can admit when he is wrong. Someone who will be supportive even if he really doesn’t want to be. Real and not fake. Someone who will stand up for what he believes in. A good listener and open minded. Loves to be physical. Expresses himself through touch and loving words. Someone who knows how to deal with his emotions and takes responsibilty for his own mistakes and doesn’t blame everyone else. Just a down to earth loving individual who cares about other people. Honest and not a cheater (this is A MUST!). Someone whose loyalty will go on forever.

etc. etc. etc.

the other things they say…I forgot LOL :)

The definition can go on and on …

Ich Liebe Dich

Ich liebe dich is the first foreign phrase that I learned. Well, English is not my mother tongue but it’s always been included in my subjects ever since Kindergarten up to college so it’s so familiar to me I don’t consider it foreign anymore heh-heh :) . Besides, I read in an encyclopedia that English is the official written language in my country, meaning it’s kind of already a second language for us Pinoys. So going back to ich libe dich, it is Austrian for I love you. and in Austria, they speak German :) . One time my friend saw my friendster account and asked about a photo album which I named ICH LIEBE DICH!. She thought I just invented some weird sounding words so my profile would look unique heh-heh!  but how I was able to learn these special words, I won’t share. I’m shy. but let me tell you, it’s one of the most amazing moments in my life! there is something magical in it that makes my heart melt…