Saturday, December 31, 2011

MY EVERY OTHER DAY HAPPINESS

missing pieces of puzzle
        Have you ever kept a secret for so long, that you'll wake up one morning, and all you wanted to do.. was just to SHOUT!
         after reading past and old, forgotten write ups, gazing through unseen photos, rummaging through my old box of 'memorabilias', I realized that for me to keep this secret I must continue hiding the fact that I've got one. 
         I don't know what to write now...
I'm picking the right words.. I'm coming up with the right phrase..
          I have tons to say, but It may sound inappropriate.. I want to tell our story, of how we met, how the 10-second-stare worked it's way again, how his smile makes me want to kiss him, how my heart melts seeing him asleep first thing in the morning, on how we would laugh, on how would I burst into tears after each big fight... but
 on the flip side of the coin, I'd rather not.. cause you might steal him away from me if you'll find out about this big secret I've been keeping for days, months, years..

his famous bawi
        These are only few, and an old photo taken a year ago. this blog, just like us, has no direction. there are a lot of restrictions. I can't tell you everything.
         I've come up with list of my favorite things with PODEE, my guardian angel.

  1. weekends
  2. sneak out
  3. sleep overs
  4. wrestling
  5. cleaning up! 
  6. doing things together
  7. staying fit *laughs*
  8. beybi
  9. shamaaa??
  10. birthdays
  11. christmas
  12. new year
  13. secret meeting places
  14. long weekends
  15. dvd marathons
  16. escapes
  17. away-bati
  18. not-so-out-of-town
  19. tattoos
  20. late night drama
  21. make-up hugs and kisses
  22. dimples
  23. milk tea and coffee
  24. cooking for him
  25. bossing around
  26. faking
  27. lies
  28. making him happy
  29. doing whatever he asks
  30. my inside "sink" joke
  31. taking care of him
  32. kisses while we're asleep
  33. burgers 
  34. ARMPITS
  35. etc

                     We will stay together for as long as we like.. thank you for spending every crazy weekends, long weekends, drunken and pathetic nights, holidays and our birthdays etc.. with me. thank you for putting up with all my 'kakulitan' craziness... I will be forever thankful that GOD gave me his famous bawi, my angel, for all the emptiness I have in my life.  thank you for somehow leading me to the right path, to be at my best, to be good, and be lady like.. AND SKINNIER?!
          we fight over the dumbest issues, the slightest stuffs...but you will always be, my CONSTANT, EVERY OTHER DAY DOSE OF HAPPINESS!

PODEE-CHEENA








Friday, December 30, 2011

Uh-oh I just made another impulsive decision.

    

       Who says that you can only be as good as your last haircut??? I would have agreed to this If I was too scared to try new things about my hair. Unlike the typical-I-am-a-perfect-girl-next-door-females around, I love doing a lot of weird stuffs to my hair. It feels like getting rid of a bad-ass boyfriend. trust me. *laughs*
        I tried to backtrack as I start blogging about this....yeah, yeah.. getting a new haircut for me is a manifestation that I am again making an impulsive decision.  but whoever says that you can't control your life if you can't control yourself about your hair.  YOU BETTER THINK AGAIN! Because if you're up for a better, new look, and not having a second thought about it, it means that you're in total control of what you really want in life.
         You know yourself better than others, so just like all of your life-changing decisions, that new haircut is a sign that you knew exactly what is best for you. (it should be you, not your mom who knows best)
          and as a tribute to myself after not regretting every haircut or hairstyle that I've had for years, I've come up with my own definition of all my haircuts.  (in no particular order)


got tired of being that ever good girl

  • good-girl gone bad haircut. I have gone away of the traditional, old way of life.  I see the alternatives, I can fit. I love what I'm doing. I will never ran out of new ideas.


short shag=no plans

  • I don't care what you're thinking haircut. I simply let my hair to just grow and grow, without getting any trim or even any kind of treatment.  I have no plans but yet I am not worried.

I am the best girlfriend haircut

  •   I am the best girlfriend haircut. I tried having my hair a bit fixed this time! I could only care less about how would I look like in the next few months.. years.. LOVE, has the power to change a tomboyish girl to a lady. I started pairing my hairstyle with also a "pair of earrings" (I used to have just one earring til I was about 15 years old)


  • I-don't give a fcuk hairstyle. there are things that you can't just get rid of. even if you want to, simply because you have waken thousands of mornings with it, and not complaining about it.



my wish is your command
  •     I can get what I want curls. with this kind of hairstyle, all I gotta do is ask. trust me, just ask. =)



  •   You don't know who I am haircut. you can't read my thoughts by merely just seeing my actions or my body language.
you don't know me
BRATTICAL
  •  brattical look. brat but practical look which requires less effort just to look good. 







  • I am waiting for you haircut. it took me ages to give up on this. but yeah, it's all worth it.
  •  I am going all out now haircut. this look shows all your good assets and requires a lot of skin exposure.although this pixie cut may have given me limitations on choices of clothes or accessories or even unnecessary body movements, *laughs* , I would be forever thankful that I've tried having my hair this short.  I went all out then!

  •   mommie's good girl. this is my latest look. simple.BLACK. short hair. signs that I am giving up whatever chance of hooking up with a rockstar LOL I am now, the girl you bring home just to meet your mom.

DISCLAIMER:  My descriptions of my past and present haircuts and styles were artistically done.  this entry doesn't have to be my life story. =)

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Cold Feet




Finally I have decided.
I am getting old and yet I haven't proven myself enough.
     
        Except for those silver medals I get every year, for being the unbeatable second best in our class, that one gold medal for a basketball team when I was on my second year in highschool (I'm not sure how I got in), and some colored and scented certificates for winning either 2nd or 3rd place on oratorical, declamation and spelling bee contest.. I never really manage to join or win any major competition. 
        at first thought, "All I gotta do is to turn my back, and show off my big tattoo in front of a not-so-big-crowd"... so there. I had my tattoo screened in Cartimar, Pasay..a not so familiar and pleasant place, should I say.  Good thing I had someone to back me up and share my dinner with afterwards.  :-) yum
        Late afternoon this past monday, I checked out some photos of the past Dutdutan Festival.. http://www.dutdutan.com.ph/... I can't explain, but it gave me cold feet. :-) hope number 8 is my lucky number.. Please watch this one jampacked event! I sure am, It'll be fun