Sunday, March 27, 2016

Engagement

My sister got engaged last March 12, 2016 and I was nowhere near Manila then. I was out in Badian, Cebu canyoneering and holding on to dear life. I was just told of the event (it's a surprise, I mean, who tells the girl she's going to be proposed to?) a week before, meaning I've confirmed my reservations and have committed to my friends. I know I'm questioning myself as to how I chose to proceed with my Cebu and Boracay trip while my only sister is getting engaged. It was supposed to be "just" a birthday dinner of her boyfriend, Kuya LJ, of 6 years.

Yaya Belle sent me a video of the event the same night and when I watched it, waterworks happened. My friend who's close to the family and was with me in the trip, cried, too. When our other friend came into the room and saw us crying, "Ay. What happened? Are you guys crying??" The usual retort while wiping our eyes with a "duh" tone we just had to say, "Ay hindi. Sinipon lang kasi may pinanood kami."

I heard of the full story when I got back to Manila. So my sister had no idea about it and she usually discovers the plans of Kuya LJ before he can pull it off. She said she initially thought during their anniversary that her boyfriend was going to propose. I was part of THAT surprise! Turns out he really planned to propose then; however, there's one major thing that didn't go as planned - the ring was not yet available. After that she didn't want to get her hopes up anymore. And so on that day, my sister was told by her boyfriend to wear a dress he got her before. He also was able to convince her to have her nails done a few days before. He didn't say where they'll be going (as they are weekend warriors, out travelling on weekends) so he just said she bring a lot of clothes. They might go surfing in La Union or up in Baguio or wherever. 

My sister said she was amazed by the family's acting skills. It was just like a lazy Saturday for them. My dad even had a haircut and had his hair dyed. "Dad, bakit ka nagpapa-dye?" "Gusto ko lang bakit ba." My niece was just following her all the time and tried to foil the plan by saying my sister's boyfriend visited the house. Good thing Yaya Belle was quick to add a few words to make my sister dismiss what was said. Such a sumbongera kid. 😂

What my sister didn't know, after she was picked up, everyone else took a bath, quickly prepared, and went to the venue. They even joked, "Ninang, sama raw Chesca sa 'yo!" And when the couple went to their dinner venue, Kuya LJ changed to a long sleeved polo and slacks from white shirt and tsinelas to which my bruha sister said, "Ay bakit ikaw bihis na bihis ako mukhang naka-rubber shoes?!" "Birthday ko eh!" Fiiiine. Haha. She was also surprised she saw my mom there. "Errr why are you here?" "Birthday ni LJ," ignored her and proceeded to walk somewhere else. When she saw lots of people, she already had an idea and she was getting nervous.  

He said he practiced, even going down on one knee in front of their boy, and yet he was so anxious that day he even took a bath twice to which his friend pointed out. He was sweating it out and couldn't hear well as his heart was pounding really loudly. 

Kuya LJ forgot his lines, cried his eyes out, broke the case of the ring (for some reason he can't open it!!) in the process, but when he got down on one knee, you know it'll be a yes.

A lot of anecdotes, photos where my sister looked like she's wearing rubber shoes while getting proposed to, everyone bawling their eyes, and kids screaming and crying with the crowd. I may have missed the moment when that memory happened, but I'll be pretty damn sure to be there for more stories worth sharing to the world. 

Monday, March 21, 2016

I remember the time my friend and I brought with us a plush toy of a dog, named Russell, and pretended he was a puppy. We even brought him with us in the restaurant and carried him while walking around UP Technohub. Good times. :)

Sunday, March 06, 2016

In the Mourning

I have never read something more suited to my "morning" life than this. In fact, it made me write this entry!

This is why companies with flexible hours are so appealing to me. If I get a job with a specific time-in and time-out, I'd probably be laid off in a month (read #9). Mind you, I've had progress from showing up 2x a week, to showing up every day in the office. There is no routine in my life, except when I worked in Makati because I have to catch the company shuttle from Eastwood to Makati. And it is set that either I take the 6:30 AM ride or the 7:00 AM ride. If I miss out the 7:00 AM ride, I might just pray, cry, or wish I was sick because there is no way C5 and EDSA would part a la Red Sea for me. Traffic can be a motivation, but not that much.

Taken from Buzzfeed

I even have a timer for 3 minutes - fooling myself to
wake up after 3 minutes. Imagine the impact those minutes can bring me each day.
Back to the golden Buzzfeed post.

#s 1-6,
Every morning I question my existence. How at my age, I'm still a lazy ass rolling out of bed instead of waking up with a "hello, sunshine!" smile plastered on my face. I just can't. It's one of those things I can't pretend to like. Of course, waking up means you're alive but life doesn't register that early* to me. It's a daily struggle.

Coffee doesn't help me in a way that it makes me feel better about myself  life. I need coffee because I treat it as my responsibility juice - once I take it, I have no excuses left anymore.

Taken from Buzzfeed.

#7

Seriously, nothing is more important than continued sleep. Supposed to be meeting a friend? Fuck friendship.


This says a lot. It's why I haven't accepted a brunch invite in years. Oh wait, I did. I just didn't sleep till we were done with the brunch. Next thing I know, I'm ready for a midnight snack. If ever I get a breakfast date, I'd probably be dozing off (since I won't sleep to be able to make it to "breakfast" time) or zombie-ing it out. Not good for any social life.

It's also the reason why I always miss out the breakfast buffet in hotels. Who eats from 6-9 AM?! It should be 11 AM - 2 PM! Justice!!! Include #11 on this, I don't do breakfasts. Nopies.

#8

Supposed to be in class, getting an education to give you a better shot in life? OH WELL.


The moment we had freedom to choose/make our schedule back in college was one of the happiest moments in my life. Most if not all of my classes started 1:30 PM. Uh-huh. I wasn't born at 6:05 PM (I checked my birth certificate) to be a morning person.

#18

The very best thing about the weekend is, of course, the fact that you can sleep in.


I love you so much if we're meeting on the weekend when the sun is still up. There has been a lot of times that I woke up to see my family having dinner downstairs. And there were even times they had to check in on me to see if I'm still alive or if I have died in my sleep. 

#10, 22
I still do believe that tomorrow will be the day I will wake up in the morning with a perfectly good mood that it'd make me want to start writing a journal. Who said we're not hopeful people?!

#23, 24
Yes, I have given permission to folks at home to kick my bed, slap me, shout at me, or whatever is needed for me to wake up early - let's say I have an appointment in the embassy or an exam, or something really important (because it will be unimportant if we leave the judgment to my waking self). I have also tried to convince myself that an early morning jog/run is the best way to make me fit and the only way that would happen is if I sleep with my running attire already.

Taken from Buzzfeed.

*early is purely subjective for me