prexypinoy to the world

Travel is the purest form of rebellion… True, you rebel in such a way that you follow your heart despite your mind screaming in fear. You take steps further, braving the unknown. You take your intuition even if it means to be lost. Travel for me, is a therapy. The daily grind that I have to keep up is taking a toll on me physically, emotionally and mentally. Rushing for work, squeezing into the MRT, enduring long trips to come to office without being late… it’s gets tiring, adding to that is the fact that you are doing something that you always wish you’d want to change but don’t have the chance and choice to do so. Sometimes, you need to get away with everything that is so suffocating… even for a short while. Friends are telling me, “oh, you are rich! You travel so frequently” Why thank you, it is my self-expression but really, I used to explain why I’m doing things the way I do but now, I just don’t have the energy. I’d rather smile at the thought because I am comforted

Thank you girls! I’m really touched when someone shows kindness to my family. I have a very close relationship with my folks back home and while I know that I could be distant with people sometimes, I yearn to bridge my family to my friends. So my mom went to one of my BFFs’ weddings. And to my surprise, she joined the picture picture with my high school friends. I was thinking maybe she’ll come home right after the program but she stayed and mingled with my friends. Cool or uncool? Haha I thank my best girls, Mary and Ai for the kind treatment, without Mama Feeling left out. She told me she was very well taken cared off. And I really appreciate that. I thank Kimmy for inviting her, it means a lot to me, more than you’ll ever know. Quite frankly, I was hesitant whether friends can become closer after living apart. But Kimmy’s wedding proved that friends can really do feel closer despite the time and distance. And even though I was not there to witness the special day,

What do Heart, Solenn and ME have in common? BODY!!! (I know rite! lol) But sadly, the buzzer would go really wild enough to make me deaf… So OK, OK, I concede. It’s… PAINTING! Charot. I have this thing for painting. It relaxes me, it calms me. It provokes my creative thinking. I have always loved painting. It’s a form of expression, an abandonment of the realities and swimming with the strokes. Am I OA? Maybe. OA to describe how I feel about it but that’s the thing about loving your craft, you just do it with excessive amount of liking. Haha look at Einstein? How did his hair became pseudo-electrocuted look? Because he was too busy solving problems in math, for your sake, let math solve its own problems! (Albert might come from his grave to get back at me, wag naman!) Enough about comparison, what I’m trying to say is that, I have been a curious looker at paintings and I’m just glad that I’m doing it slowly now. I used to do painting, my materials were n

“Gurl!! Let’s go to Korea !” The message when I woke up one fine Saturday morning (without work). Wow, my sister must’ve been really bored and was ready to perk me up. Since I am one of the devoted fans of Korean dramas, it is with utmost pleasure to be able to visit Korea . It’s one in my bucket list, really. My sister is also an avid fan but with ulterior motive, I’m sure she’ll be into cosmetics shopping in Seoul . I remembered when PRINCESS HOURS came out. My whole family (dad, mom, sis and me) got really hooked with it. Because the local TV is showing the series in bits, with the air time of commercials longer than the series itself, we raided Uyanguren and found the DVD. We spent the whole day watching it, without anyone wanting to take his/her ass off from the couch. My mom and dad succumbed to sleeping while my sis and I continued. We never really mind the time, the next thing we knew, my mom and dad are up at 6am, the next day and because we were afraid they’d

So Kimmy’s gonna tie the knot today!!! WEEEE!!! I am so excited for reasons even I don’t know why. It’s just the rush of things. It’s almost December and the feeling of people coming together for an event, it’s something that makes you smile and hope and dream and… just be happy about. It is one of those conversations in a sleepover, a get together, lazy asses come together and just share about future hopes, dreams and aspirations… and finally, today is one of the realizations. We’re all grown ups now. Stuck in our careers, living in 4 different countries with varied roles to perform each day and now, we’re a wife, a mom, a wife-to-be, a bachelorette and a free spirited single soul. We’re not the toothy girls who’d snuck up to the 3 rd floor near the toilet to devour a bar of Meiji Chocolate anymore. Although, we remain as curious and fun as we were, we have grown to be what we are today, women who take a bite out of the big apple called life. And today, as K in KRAMP

More than anything, I hate myself. I hate that I need to endure because I cannot think of any better way to maintain what I have. I hate that I need to think about my future despite the pressures of the present. I hate that I need to go through the same episodes of madness because I am afraid. I have been rocked every now and then and I keep mum about it. It’s just too much of a burden to share it to someone whom I know have lots of loads to carry too. And every time this particular phase hits me, I always feel helpless. Like I have no solution on how to handle this but to retreat and continue as if nothing happened. Believe me; I think if this continues, I would definitely confuse what is normal and what is not. There are just so many probabilities hanging over my head like a cloud of questions, what ifs and what nots… Seriously, I have never been so tired in my life than thinking about this. I would say that my struggles are deeply self-inflicted. It is when you