Just Live

At some point, I just wanna be private. My life, my rules, my happiness. Where nobody tells me what to do, and no effort in living up to people's expectations. No thinking of what others would think of my actions, decisions, choices, and thoughts.

On these days, I just wanna lie on the beach, watch the sun set. Take my own sweet time. Or pull out a blanket lie on the grass and stargaze. Get lost in the horizon. Not worry about tomorrow.

Because life is too short to be worrying about how to live it--or how to make the most out of it. Don't think about how, just live.

Live.

Laugh.

Cry.

Love.

Learn.

Enjoy.

Indulge.

Be crazy. Be spontaneous. Be creative. Be happy. Be everything you wanna be.

No Perfect Solution

You are like a dream,
Like a sweet movie scene--
A miracle from the heavens
Coz everything just made sense.

Our heartbreaks were terrible
And were just damn unbearable.
We may not have had the best
But let's just put our pasts to rest.

The only thing that matters now
Is not the what's, the why's nor how's,
But that we have grown stronger
And we're ready for something better.

I'm blessed that He's given me you
Someone so sweet, loving and true.
There's no perfect solution to happiness,
But with you, I'm willing to take my chances.

I love you more every day,
And it's a feeling I don't wanna go away.

---
For R.

1st Travel Massive Manila

As they say, all good things come to those who wait. I say, good things come to good people. The karma--good ones. I'm so excited that I'll be taking on new responsibilities within our company. Something that could make my mind going, where my ideas might actually matter. The best part is that it's still related to the travel world. That being said, I have my first official event [to represent] next week!

Photo from TravelMassiveManila.com 

I have no idea what to expect, what goes on, or what I'm supposed to do there. But I'm trying my best to learn a lot and be productive. I have one week! Talk about information overload. Here you go. This is open to all travel enthusiasts and junkies. It does, uhm yeah, say free entrance and beer. 

Hope you could join. Wish I knew what to talk about and give you a brief background, but I'm just clueless at this point. So. There. See you there.

Earphones Mode...NR

Today my earphones had given up, worn out, as you can see. Well this is a good sign that Apple earphones last long. Usually, my earphones/headphones gets deemed useless especially when one side doesn't work anymore. 

Going nostalgic, (Over earphones? IKR!) this pair has served me well. I got it two years ago with my iPhone 4, has survived:

- jostling in public transpo commute

- rainy jogging nights

- drinking-by-my-heartbroken-self nights

- getting tangled up at the gym

- sleepless nights

- crazy dancing at home

- endless Dora the Explorer with Yanabee

- a LOT more.

Lately, it's been serving its purpose in the office. I use it when I don't want any loud voice interrupting my train of thought, or just to shun shitty officemates. I'm lost in my own world, so to speak. Speaking of them, they're still at it. One GM asked me how I'm holding up; I shrugged and said, "NR." (No reaction.) 

For yesterday, I am thankful to have prayed for strength to not pick a fight or make a big fuss about stuff that are so high school. Today, I'm thankful for the upbringing my parents gave me. Otherwise, I'd just be as cheap as they are.

Deep breaths. Music. Blogging. Dancing. I can do this. 

Small Minds

It's annoying how sometimes you see people who seem so confident and contented with themselves, but deep inside they're just the most insecure b's you'd ever know. How pathetic could people be to talk about others in a very degrading manner, just to feel good about themselves? Wake up! It doesn't pull you up--at all!

The quality of your life isn't measured by whether or not you ever purchased a pair of Louboutins in your life, or what car you drive. I pity you for feeling so triumphant telling somebody, "At least ako ugali lang pangit, e ikaw mukha mo." That's so backfiring on you. I'd take the good-hearted person anytime.

I cannot wait to be out of earshot. I cannot stand the pessimism, the negativity and all the mean things you say about everyone else. Maybe I don't care what you say about me; I don't need your approval to feel good about myself. But trash-talking other people just pisses me off--those you classify as low-lifes are way better than you are.

Like they say:

Great minds discuss ideas. Average minds discuss events. SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE.

Wedding Planner

As I was wandering aimlessly at ROX while waiting for my friend to choose his bike, my high school classmate and UST jeep-mate Ken sent me a message on Facebook saying, "Tia, I need your help." Alarmed, I hit reply and asked him which number I should call. I ended up adding his Singapore mobile number on Viber and called him. 

Credits: http://weddingpicturessite.blogspot.com

It turned out that he's been planning on proposing to his girlfriend and wants me to coordinate his wedding. ME? Really? My jaw dropped and I was sort of speechless; I was like, "Why me?" I don't do it for a living, I have never coordinated any event nor wedding in my life. Okay, so maybe we had organized an exhibit way back college, but that was the whole class. I may have just coordinated my own 18th birthday, but that was easy because it was my day, and my say on everything.

For a split second I had mixed emotions: 

- Happy, for him, that he's gonna get settled with his girlfriend, who I like

- Overwhelmed with the trust he's giving me, to work on his special day

- Nervous, because I have no idea where to start

- Awestruck, that he came to me for this

Although I have no idea what to do, I said I'll help out. Maybe not in a way that it's entirely my event, but since he's in SG, it'd be difficult for him to coordinate with suppliers here, so okay I'll do that. 

Hmm. Is this a career change? LOL. That, we'll have to find out.

Private

I have been blogging for less than a decade now, which would have been evident on my archive if it hadn't been hacked in '04. With the emergence of social networks starting off with Friendster to the now even-my-neighbor's-dog-has-one Facebook, the bloggers kinda lay low. It's still nice to blog though, it's like your own little space. Uhuh. I've talked about this. 

I remember back in June, wrecked from a breakup, I told my mom that I'm going out of town with a blog friend. She was like, "your what?" My sister started blogging too and kept asking for the link, which I never gave. You see, I don't tell people much that I blog.  I don't cross-post these somewhere for people to read. Unlike changing your Facebook statuses, blogging for me is very private. I don't have to see how many people have read my post, how many "likes" I get, or if I even get a comment or not. 

Yes, it's on the Internet; anybody can just bloghop and find it. But the chances are, these are people I don't know, who'd have no biases over me, no pre-conceived notion on who/what I am. Or maybe, they stumbled upon it because I wrote something that may help them, in any way. 

Like I said, it's my own little space. Somewhere I am free to dream, to rant about my worst days, to be silly and stupid, to be weak  when everyone expects me to be strong, and express anything my mind could think of, or my heart could feel.