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my cute nieces.... (i'm getting old..sniff)

posted by: wawayni at 17:43 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

i just couldn't resist

 

when i was younger (hehe), (lingering thought: this is a very usual way to start a sentence albeit a statement for a blog entry, anyway..) i used to wonder why almost all our once-in-a-blue-moon-seen relatives that happened to land on the Philippine soil for just-because reasons never failed to drag huge balikbayan boxes with them.  (loaded, and i mean i can fit a kangaroo inside loaded). so it made me assume that most of them are working abroad and they have a lot of money to burn for souvenirs and expensive dresses. i, however indulged on snickers bars (this is probably why those bars are giving me nostalgia) and potato chips.

 

and all the time, those wonderfully chosen gifts from the other side of the globe were welcomed with fervor by their loved ones. ahh, "isteyts sayd" e ("from the states"..., ergh, how do  you translate this?). thus, i thought this ritual of gift giving when you return home was an SOP or a must-see event both for the giver and the receiver. such harmony and joyous moments i enjoyed while it lasted because it is my turn now.

 

i am going home this  saturday. i am jobless (for now), which means i am also penniless, which means i have a good excuse not to observe this tradition (for lack of a better term). two weeks before my scheduled flight, i resolved to keeping all the resources that i got from my sister heheh and save it for the rainy days. however, everytime i see a cute keychain or a seductive underwear or a stack of chocolates in the grocery store, my mind does some automatic gift to recipient matchmaking. i just couldn't resist.

in the end, i gave in to whatever force that motivated me (its a mixture of a lot of good feelings) to buy souvenirs for my friends and family (which was generously covered by my sister). and frankly, i spent almost two hours wondering and deciding which present goes to who.... so and so at a fairly nice shop. it was a lot of fun.

 

after we left the store, i felt like i've accomplished something reasonable. something thats not for me. hehe.  

nope. the huge box stuffed with goodies was not a symbol of any SOPs. it's about the thrill of making others feel appreciated and remembered (even if they happen to have no use for the gift). and its just a matter of time when i'll be able to share my blessings. (i'm keeping my fingers crossed... here we go).

posted by: wawayni at 01:05 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

i am happy....

for a broody person like me, being happy and being aware that i am call for a celebration. and my way of  acknowledging this feeling today is by documenting it and declaring to whoever chance upon this humble blog of mine, that the creature behind these words is genuinely happy. because despite of myself, i turned out all right (no boos please).because my cooking skills are getting better, aint that right sistah? hehe.. she's my guinea pig on this venture. um, because i am thinking straight again, heck the bottom line is "i think therefore,.." yeah that kind of stuff.. ms. emotional surfaces here and there, but i dare not let her come out highjacking me like before. because i know what i want and i care less about what other people say about me... i think. hehe. after all where were they when i was shitless mad? better yet, where was i?

anyway, i dont know what stage of maturity or immaturity i've entered into, however i do know that something's changed.  perhaps i've developed stronger emotional legs to climb up the ladder of adulthood. then again, i slip a couple of times along the way... but today! let there be feasting of good memories and indulgence on hope for my theme for this celebration is this:  I've found a way to calm the storms inside and sometimes a cup of coffee and doughnut will suffice! yebah.  that didnt just rhyme, did it?

posted by: wawayni at 23:25 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

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