to my teddy...

i am a strong woman. i can conquer the greatest fears... i can handle the toughest moments... i can ignore any pain... that's why i want someone to make me feel weak... the way you do.


um... where do i find one of these?

“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”


marley thoughts

"you may not be her first her last or her only. she loved before, she may love again. but if she loves you now, what else matters? she's not perfect- you aren't either and the two of you may never be perfect together... but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice and admit to being human and making mistakes hold on to her and give her the most you can. she may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break-- her heart. so don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. smile when she makes you happy let her know when she makes you mad and miss her when she's not there." -- Bob Marley


how to deal

got this in my inbox and i'm posting it here even though it is very anti-valentines day because goddammit this is what has helped me get over the dude.

1. put away all CDs of any meaning to you and the now "insignificant other" for the next 2-3 months.

2. do not hang out with any girlfriends who will potentially give you the "i-told-you-so" speech…its the last thing you need right now.

3. but don’t hang out with semi-psychotic girls who are vengeance happy and will sit with you to devise plans of pouring acid on your ex’s car and stuff like that…nor friends who are currently deliriously happy in love who will sympathize with you but make you bitter at your own situation

4. if the ex was truly a major bigtime jerk, enlarge his pic and buy a box of darts

5. learn your lesson. if he was a bad guy, now you have more fine-tuned bullshit detector, learn to use it the next time around.

6. eat. don’t binge, just eat healthy. the successive rounds of anorexia and tears isnt healthy for you.

7. repeat your story over and over and over again to your understanding friends. the repetition will hence bore you and the whole miserable incident will seem far far less important than many other things wonderful in your life.

8. know in your heart that you gave it your best in the relationship and that in the total scheme of things, you are absolutely fabulous…so…HIS LOSS! wahahaha

9. buy a book of spells and turn him into a toad. wait…he’s already a toad! hehe

10. MOVE ON. nuff said!


winter weather advisory: pain on the horizon

another snowstorm hit the east coast yesterday but instead of staying at home and grumbling that there's nothing to do, we drove over to pennsylvania at the poconos mountains to don our skis and hit the slopes. yes it was crazy driving the freeways on a weather like that, but doing it with friends makes it crazy fun.

it was already sundown when we arrived at the ski resort because we were trudging along the highway like sleepy turtles but we had the perfect weather for skiing. ok, maybe not, because it was snowing like crazy and was really really cold, but at least we had a fresh layer of powder on the ground.

we were supposed to take legitimate ski lessons because it was a first time for us girls, but because we arrived late, no more lessons were available. however that didn't stop us from renting skis and making fools of ourselves on the slopes. we made do with whatever ski knowledge the two guys who were with us could give but most of the time we were on our own. when it was our turn on the lifts, each one of us dropped like fallen dominoes because we didn't know how to land properly on our skis. we probably looked funny as hell, but we didn't care because lots of people were also falling on their asses everywhere you turn.

after about two hours of struggling with our skis, i would say that we had seen some improvement. i for one was able to ski down a slope without falling on my face and was able to stop on my tracks without resorting to using my ass as brakes. yay me! winter olympics here i come! he he he.

it was a fun weekend all in all, but it wasn't without a drawback. right now i am actually typing this post with very sore wrists and arms and legs... make that sore body. i was coughing all throughout the more than an hour drive back to new jersey. i was so tired i slept for 10 hours straight when i got back home. will i be donning skis again anytime soon? hell yeah! we have another trip planned next weekend off or maybe on february. pain? bring it on.



here i am back ranting

so i am back from the philippines and it irritates me when people expect me to bring a boyfriend back from a 3 week vacation as if it were some kind of pasalubong that i am supposed to brandish out from my luggage. why can't they just be happy with the goldilocks polvoron and the ensaymadas? seriously.

don't they realize that i've got massages to be done at the spa, hair that needs to be rejuvenized at the salon, nephews and nieces that needs to be brought to the mall, "padalas" that need to be taken cared of, "mga pabili" on my list. i mean come on, the last thing on my mind is to grab me a guy and bring him back with me to new jersey. that is giving me way too much credit, to be able to get a boyfriend in three weeks tops. i may need a little more time than that.

anyway it's been bitter cold here since i came back. i got the scare of my life when we almost couldn't land at JFK airport at the height of this year's first snow storm. so now i'm back to the normal grind. here's to counting down the days till spring.