I know it has been forever since I touched my tumblr. I’ll try to get back into it. Here’s a comforting thought:
Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of His heritage? He retaineth not His anger for ever, because He…
So much to do, so little time.
Be a raw vegan
See fireflies
Hold a panda
Go stargazing
Stay up the whole the night till sunrise conversing and relishing in the company of a good friend
Witness a meteor shower
See the Northern Lights
Bury a time capsule with key memoirs in a secret location
Open the time capsule after 5 years
Go on a road trip
Witness an eclipse.
Learn to rollerblade.
Go horseback riding along the beach.
Learn how to ice skate.
Learn to swim.
Go on a cruise.
Ride in a hot Air Balloon
Write in a journal every day for a year.
Write down 5 things I’m grateful for every day, for a year.
Learn a new word every day, for a year.
Put fifty pesos away every single day for a year. At the end of the year, donate the money to charity.
Say the following famous lines in appropriate situations:
“Quick, follow that car.”
“You can’t fire me, I quit.”
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. “
Go to a masquerade.
Get backstage at a concert/event.
Travel solo.
Have a signature dish.
Get a tattoo.
Be a member in the audience of a TV show.
Build a house with: A sauna, a whirlpool bathtub, a canopy bed, a terrace, a pool, a skylight in the bedroom, a yard with fruit trees, a library filled with leather-bound books, a treehouse for the kids in the backyard,a grand staircase, and most importantly, a grand piano.
Become an early riser.
Raise a happy and healthy child.
Pass on a family heirloom.
Meet my grandchildren.
Sleep in an overnight train
Crush grapes in a vineyard with my feet
Milk a cow
Go downhill in a zorb ball
Sleep on the beach
Throw a coin into the Trevi Fountain
Sign up to be an organ donor
Fly first class
Ride in a limo
See Wicked and Les Miserables live
Drive randomly and see where it takes me
Live in a tiny apartment in the city
Find a four leaf clover and make a wish
Get married and take his last name
Have a room with a world map wall
Hand out P50 bills to total strangers.
Jump into a pool fully clothed.
Get a doctoral degree.
Win over $1000 in a lottery or raffle.
Get hypnotized.
Donate blood.
Live overseas for an extended period of time
Visit the Eiffel Tower at night
Visit the famous Wall Street
Visit the Statue of Liberty
Check out the Empire State Building
Take my parents for a vacation abroad
Explore the Louvre in Paris
Ride a gondola in Venice.
See Machu Picchu, Peru, the Coliseum in Rome, The Great Wall of China and the Taj Mahal, India
Take a cliche photo at The Leaning Tower of Pisa
See the Mona Lisa up close
Float in the Dead Sea
Count down New Years Eve in Times Square
See Niagara Falls from the US & Canada Side
Watch the fireworks over Sydney Harbor (Australia) on New Year’s Eve.
MORE TO COME.
DISCLAIMER #3234879
For the umpteenth time, I’m giving blogging another try. Haha. I remember back in elementary and highschool, I would guard my diaries journals with the secrecy of a military spy, and the idea that someone else could read my thoughts horrified me. Now it seems pretty ironic and pretty un-Weanne of me to publish my thoughts for virtually anyone to see, but I do have to admit that there’s a certain therapeutic effect that comes with self-expression. And if ever there was a time I needed therapy, well this is it. Haha. However, I do know that I still won’t be able to honestly disclose everything I feel on this blog. Because while saying “this is my blog and I can write anything on it” would be the perfect excuse for me to blurt out all my admittedly shallow, weird, dysfunctional and yes, sometimes even mean thoughts, I’m not naive enough to believe that a declaration of ownership will exempt me from the judgment of anyone bored enough to read this. So in the spirit of disclaiming, yes, there will be some sugarcoating on this blog. Haha.
So, this is it, I guess. Welcome to my space in cyberspace. (See what I did there? Haha.) Where I am partly myself, partly trying to impress, partly looking for attention. Haha.
My writing feels a little bit rusty though. Might take a while before the words start flowing again, but well, here goes nothing.
Eight months now, yet people still ask me who you are. And when they do, there would always be that tiny, tiny pause where I try to search my vocabulary for the socially correct term. And in that heartbeat of a moment, I think back on all the memories, of who you are and what you mean to me. And I find myself saying, “uhm. My friend.” Or “this guy.” And sometimes, when denial reigns supreme or I just don’t feel like explaining things, my mouth just blurts out, “my boyfriend.” Because I can’t bring myself to say the word that actually describes who you really are. The word the idealistic, dreamy little girl I was never thought she’d say. The type of word that makes me feel like clapping my hand over my mouth the second I say it, the type of word that I can’t type without using asterisks. Because it feels like a swear word. It sounds profane, disrespectful, sacrilegious even.
Only two letters, yet it means so many things. The breaking of a promise. The declaration that the past few years were null and void.
It sounds so bitter. So final.
Eight months now, and I still can’t say it. But I know I have to. For the sake of all that’s well and good, for the sake of un-complicatedness, heck, for the sake of me and you, I might as well bring a mirror to my face and practice saying it everyday. Everyday till it no longer sounds foreign. Everyday until I believe it.
Just two letters, Weanne. Two letters.
Ex. (prefix) That which once was, that which no longer is.
Ex.
There. I said it. Maybe tomorrow it’ll hurt less.
(via bonjourmadamegateau)
“The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours – it is an amazing journey – and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.” -Bob Moawad
Nobody said it was easy. Nobody said it would be this hard.
"We’re all saying don’t settle in relationships, but I’m going to take it further and say: be greedy. Go to God and say, “I want someone who is on fire for you and I want a vision for a whole big beautiful thing, and I want you to start preparing me for that.” If you look at it from God’s perspective, that must be a fantastic thing to hear, and how would He say no to that?"
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(Source: thebridgechicago, via jedbrewer)
Just because I’m a mushy mess tonight, I’m going to go against my feminist ways and say this in behalf of all girls everywhere.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be called beautiful.
Beautiful. With none of those additional words people use when trying to tactfully (and cowardly) cheer up someone who isn’t exactly physically breathtaking. Not “beautiful in my eyes.” Or “beautiful in your own way.” Or “beautiful today.” Or “beautiful ka naman on the inside.” Or“beautiful ka kasi wala namang ginawang pangit.”
Beautiful. Period. No suffixes. No conditions. Just “you’re beautiful.”
Even when she really isn’t. Even when she doesn’t believe it herself.
As long as it sincerely comes from that one person who matters, it’ll make her happy, PMS and all.
Guys who are trying not to screw things up with their girlfriends, this tip was for you. You are welcome.
