Growing up with so little in material things, I never experienced having my own room. That is why I’m always amazed when someone tells me he/she has her own room. Isn’t that fascinating? To have a place I can call my own? Not that I’m bitter about it. I am quite contented with what my parents were able to provide for me and my siblings. I just think it would be great to experience some privacy sometimes. I want to have a minimalist room without any clutter. Home Fiurniture would be Japanese style – just a few cabinets and maybe a very simple sofa made of wood with a white foam. I’m going to love that
I saw elegant furnitures in SM Manila and how I wish I could afford that black leather sofa. The price is about 35,000 pesos, quite expensive but I think it’s a worthy investment. Leathers are known to last for a very long time. And by the way, I’m not the only person who has no room. My friends and classmates didn’t have their own rooms, too. Maybe that is the reason why I never asked my parents to provide one for me. Most of the people I know are simple and normal just like me. So, I never felt I’m left behind.
Aside from the lead character, Calista Flockhart, and Asian actress, Lucy Liu, Portia de Rossi is one of the many reasons why I was addicted with comedy-drama series Ally McBeal. I immediately liked her acting style when I first saw her on TV – she’s smart, witty and very pretty. At first, I couldn’t believe that she is gay because she’s so sexy and beautiful. I just believed it when I saw the videos of her wedding on youtube. She married Ellen de Generes, my favorite talk show host. I like Ellen’s sense of humor, she’s very funny
Honestly, I do not consider homosexual as a negative term. I don’t have a problem with gay people especially if they are as adorable as Portia
In fact, I noticed that most of them are fun to be with and they’re not “plastic.” Most of the gay people I’ve met are very straightforward, they say what’s on their mind in a joking way which I appreciate much.
As I was searching for more photos of Portia and Ellen, I chanced upon this blog which is entitled gay Romania which is written in a foreign language, either Italian or French. I’m not sure. Good thing I have a google translator so I was able to translate the posts in English. I didn’t find any photos of Portia there but reading that blog reminded me that we all created equal.
Last month, I was itching to write something very negative in this blog but my instinct was warning me I’m going to regret it in the future. Something very personal happened and I’m not supposed to write anything too personal in this blog and so I created a secret blog where all my evil clandestine thoughts will be expressed. I wanted to get a new domain but since I couldn’t afford one at the moment, I decided to sign up for a new WordPress account.
I had this weird idea of writing letters to myself. So all my 6 posts there start with Dear Me and end with Kind regards, Me. I write pretty much about intimate things like what irritates me, what makes me happy, people I hate, people I love, etc. Basically this clandestine blog means freedom to me. I can say whatever I want just like in Manila Street. No limitation. No restriction. No reservation. It’s just me documenting my life in details. Not that anyone is interested in reading my life story, I was just thinking it’s a great way to get even.
Reading my posts there, I can’t help but be amazed, not with my writing style, but with the things I said or wrote. Did I really say these things?
Self-absorbed and very stubborn, I find it somewhat difficult to make friends with people. I have my own world.
You see, even if I grew up in Manila, I still consider my self a province girl …
I swear I’d never see them again forever after that stupid payabangang walang kwentang get-together
Truth is, I’ve long accepted the fact that my eyes are too tiny, my nose is flat, the shape of my face is irregular. cheekbones too prominent, and my teeth are crooked.
Keeping a blog helps me get to know myself really well.
It’s annoying why I always can’t find my safety pin everytime I need it. No matter how hard I try to search for it, it just wouldn’t show up. Funny is that, I see it everywhere when I’m not looking for it. Like, it’s playing hide and seek with me.
Last week, I saw this mysterious safety pin on my drawer. I didn’t need it at that time so I ignored it. But under my breath I said “Gotcha!” and made a mental note on where I can find it in case my pant’s zipper gets broken again.
One of our neighbors told me that a ghost who likes to hide things is living in my family’s house. I was also told that this “ghost” does it to annoy people. Like when my sister needed her scissors, we searched every corner of the house and we still didn’t find it. A few days later, my brother found the scissors on top of the cabinet. Scary, huh.
But me and my siblings were raised not to believe in ghosts or other supernatural phenomenon. That’s why we just laughed it off when we heard the story. There is no ghost. I’m just “burara.” Messy. Disorganized. My mother said she’s afraid that me and my future husband will always fight because I’m too lazy to de-clutter my things.
My Mom is not afraid of ghosts. She’s afraid that I’d stay single for the rest of my life. No matter how many times I assure her that I’m going to settle down by the age of 35, she’s not relieved. She said I can’t latch on with any man just because I’m already 35. Now is the right time to start a lasting relationship.
For me, my mother is the most intelligent woman in the whole wide world. I’d bet on that. But at my age of 26, I’ve had enough reasons to believe that finding the One is akin to finding that safety pin. I’m convinced that when I’m looking for something, I’ll never find it. Same goes with love. The more I search for it, the less chances for me to actually find it.
That’s why I’m not waiting for Mr. Right. That’s why I’m never bothered when friends make me feel I’m left behind. That’s why I’m 26, single, but not worried. That’s why I’m turning 27 soon but not in a hurry. Women my age are, most likely, already on the family way but here I am, still enjoying the liberty of not being tied down, which is great. Truth is, I’m determined to live life to the fullest with or without a man.
Because I don’t want to spend a lot of money in computer rentals, all of my posts are hand-written first in a piece of yellow paper or any other kind of paper – tissue, receipts, etc. In this way, I wouldn’t have to rent for a very long time in the internet cafe thinking about what I’m going to write. One hour is enough – 15 minutes for typing and editing, and then the remaining 45 minutes I use for blog hopping, commenting, and visiting my account in Friendster.
Sometimes, I use colorful ballpens to get me in the mood for writing. But I often use mongol pencil because it allows me to edit/erase without making the paper dirty. Also, my pencil should be newly sharpened and the paper should be super clean and without crumpled parts.
This has always been my blogging routine and laughingly, I’d been comfortable with this set up for more than a year. LIAR! Hehe. Of course, it’s such a hassle to go in the internet cafe just to update my blogs especially when it’s raining. That is why I am now planning to buy a pre-owned laptop. Specs: 512MB, 15″ LCD with built-in wifi. Budget is 10K. Target date is on or before March 2010.
We know you want a bolder paper person