Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Running
i'm running with my friends this sunday for National Book Store's book run. Im really excited. But i really need to get my shoes on and start running to condition my muscles and cardio.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
GoodnightKiss
We talked about a lot of things as we walked home.
“Dito na ko”. We stopped in front of our gate.
“Ok, bye.”
“Bye. Thanks ha.”
I waved good bye and then opened the gate. But I had not stepped in yet, when I decided to turn around to see if he was still near. I saw him slowly walking away.
“Ey!”
Surprised, he turned to my direction.
“Yup?”
“I forgot something.”
“What?”
I stepped close to him and kissed him softly on his left cheek.
Then I said, “Good night.”
I had been day dreaming about this scene. Because the last time he took me home, I gave him a cold tap on the shoulder, instead of a kiss. That was the best thing I could give at the time. It’s not like a Hollywood movie where a girl could kiss a guy after a date. We weren’t even dating. But I really wanted to kiss him. I promised myself to kiss him the next time we hang out with friends and he takes me home.
But I don’t know if I could ever have the courage to do that.
“Dito na ko”. We stopped in front of our gate.
“Ok, bye.”
“Bye. Thanks ha.”
I waved good bye and then opened the gate. But I had not stepped in yet, when I decided to turn around to see if he was still near. I saw him slowly walking away.
“Ey!”
Surprised, he turned to my direction.
“Yup?”
“I forgot something.”
“What?”
I stepped close to him and kissed him softly on his left cheek.
Then I said, “Good night.”
I had been day dreaming about this scene. Because the last time he took me home, I gave him a cold tap on the shoulder, instead of a kiss. That was the best thing I could give at the time. It’s not like a Hollywood movie where a girl could kiss a guy after a date. We weren’t even dating. But I really wanted to kiss him. I promised myself to kiss him the next time we hang out with friends and he takes me home.
But I don’t know if I could ever have the courage to do that.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Prom
(Fade in TGIS theme: Growing up...)
When I was in highschool, attending prom was one of the ultimate happenings that an ordinary kid like me couldnt miss. But I guess i wasn’t that ordinary. Because although i did not miss the prom itself, i missed dancing with someone.
Of course i wished my crush would approach me and ask me to dance. But I was just there, a wall flower, while the pretty girls had boys lined up for a chance to dance with them. In short i was a loser.
(I was a teenage dirtbag baby!)
I was wondering what was wrong with me? Wasn’t I pretty? Wasnt i cool? (I was a teenage dirtbag baby)
(Popopokerface popopoker face....)
Several years later, when I was mature enough, I found myself in a sort of prom again. It was a company Christmas party. And there were lots of dancing. I got a little bit drunk so i was having really a good time on the dance floor. But suddenly the DJ segued to slow music.
(This is my last chance...)
The party people suddenly on their seats. Few couples had the courage to stay on the dancefloor, to express some romance. Ok so it was like high school again. Same old feeling of wanting to dance with somebody but no one just asks me. Or so i thot. Because moments later someone would take courage to ask me to dance. I thought, he’s do anything like that. But he did. He walked towards me and asked if i wanted to dance. I just smiled and held his hand.
(eheads: ang Huling el bimbo...)
But i think I got too nervous and left my brain on my seat. Because that very sweet moment just fluttered away. We danced foolishly and wasted the time. I don’t know. Part of me couldnt believe that i was close to him. I wish I held him closer. I wish I put my arms around him as we danced, however foolishly. I wish wasn’t that defensive. I wish i let my self get carried away. I wish I took that chance to talk about us. I wish I kissed him. But I had let go the chance to do all that. I was too afraid to admit that I was already in-love. If only...(fade in aqua song, if only i could turn back time. Fade out.)
When I was in highschool, attending prom was one of the ultimate happenings that an ordinary kid like me couldnt miss. But I guess i wasn’t that ordinary. Because although i did not miss the prom itself, i missed dancing with someone.
Of course i wished my crush would approach me and ask me to dance. But I was just there, a wall flower, while the pretty girls had boys lined up for a chance to dance with them. In short i was a loser.
(I was a teenage dirtbag baby!)
I was wondering what was wrong with me? Wasn’t I pretty? Wasnt i cool? (I was a teenage dirtbag baby)
(Popopokerface popopoker face....)
Several years later, when I was mature enough, I found myself in a sort of prom again. It was a company Christmas party. And there were lots of dancing. I got a little bit drunk so i was having really a good time on the dance floor. But suddenly the DJ segued to slow music.
(This is my last chance...)
The party people suddenly on their seats. Few couples had the courage to stay on the dancefloor, to express some romance. Ok so it was like high school again. Same old feeling of wanting to dance with somebody but no one just asks me. Or so i thot. Because moments later someone would take courage to ask me to dance. I thought, he’s do anything like that. But he did. He walked towards me and asked if i wanted to dance. I just smiled and held his hand.
(eheads: ang Huling el bimbo...)
But i think I got too nervous and left my brain on my seat. Because that very sweet moment just fluttered away. We danced foolishly and wasted the time. I don’t know. Part of me couldnt believe that i was close to him. I wish I held him closer. I wish I put my arms around him as we danced, however foolishly. I wish wasn’t that defensive. I wish i let my self get carried away. I wish I took that chance to talk about us. I wish I kissed him. But I had let go the chance to do all that. I was too afraid to admit that I was already in-love. If only...(fade in aqua song, if only i could turn back time. Fade out.)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Truth
"over ka na ba sa ex mo?"
"yes."
"charing."
"hehe. ammm. hindi nga. yes, tlga, im over him".
the game we played last night needed no explanation for answering yes or no to that truth question. but i think i owe myself an explanation.
the good times will always be remembered, and of course, the bad. and i will always have some sort of link to him, whether i like or not. it's not like we're on facebook where i can just delete him from my list. and i guess i really loved him and that kind of love is not something that can change in a snap or in a sudden break up.
but God gave me the will to move on. and I have. I really have. I am better now that we are not together and i can truly say, despite it all, Yes, i am so over him.
"yes."
"charing."
"hehe. ammm. hindi nga. yes, tlga, im over him".
the game we played last night needed no explanation for answering yes or no to that truth question. but i think i owe myself an explanation.
the good times will always be remembered, and of course, the bad. and i will always have some sort of link to him, whether i like or not. it's not like we're on facebook where i can just delete him from my list. and i guess i really loved him and that kind of love is not something that can change in a snap or in a sudden break up.
but God gave me the will to move on. and I have. I really have. I am better now that we are not together and i can truly say, despite it all, Yes, i am so over him.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
ChickenSituations
On new year’s day my mother went out early to visit a sick relative. She left me a whole chicken for barbecueing. I was thrilled by the idea of being given the rare chance to take charge of the kitchen (...my mom is a control freak in the kitchen). But when I faced the chicken I seemed to be clueless. The chicken can’t be barbecued whole. It should be cut into parts. And I havent cut a whole chicken into parts in my whole life. So I took courage to get the butcher knife and do the task. I was afraid at first because i did not know if i was doing it right. I inhaled deep as I swang back my armed hand and hit the joint of the thigh part. After the first cut i was able to breathe normally. It wasnt that tough I realized. And my babies turned out quite fine. I marinated them with a barbecue mix and tossed them into the grill pan. Im quite good for a first-timer.
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Tonight, I faced another chicken situation. Now mother was out to attend a wake (it’s a different person, the sick relative isn’t dead... yet). No cutting was involved this time. But I was supposed to “broil” the whole chicken, using a pot! We got no turbo broiler, that is why. But my mom is such a genius she can “broil’ using what equipment we have available. The technique is actually to wrap the marinated whole chicken in a foil and then steam the chicken 30 mins per side. Then unwrap the chicken and allow its juice to reduce and caramelize. When skin is brown, it is ready to serve. I called mama 3 times to get all these intsructions. The result is a juicy flavorful chicken. I could say it is even better than the real char- broiled chicken, whose meat has the tendency to be dry and gummy. Im just magnif for a 2nd-timer!
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Tonight, I faced another chicken situation. Now mother was out to attend a wake (it’s a different person, the sick relative isn’t dead... yet). No cutting was involved this time. But I was supposed to “broil” the whole chicken, using a pot! We got no turbo broiler, that is why. But my mom is such a genius she can “broil’ using what equipment we have available. The technique is actually to wrap the marinated whole chicken in a foil and then steam the chicken 30 mins per side. Then unwrap the chicken and allow its juice to reduce and caramelize. When skin is brown, it is ready to serve. I called mama 3 times to get all these intsructions. The result is a juicy flavorful chicken. I could say it is even better than the real char- broiled chicken, whose meat has the tendency to be dry and gummy. Im just magnif for a 2nd-timer!