Let’s Go Outdoors!

Skonehem, I love you. Look! Some awesome ideas for the outdoors. I think dad would’ve made a project of our outdoors had he seen these. Or okay, he would have talked about starting a backyard/outdoor project.

Or, if you’re lucky enough to live by the river or the sea

And if you had work, or is the type to being working at home, then wouldn’t this be perfect???

It’s nice to dream, no? I’m dreaming it’s the weekend already—or better yet, it is still Thursday but I played hooky—and because I had either of these, I’d be hanging out here.

Um

Today is my birthday. I am 29 years old. Somehow, that doesn’t equate.

Allow me to indulge.

Would like a birthday picnic like this:

(photo from larkabout.me)

At a rooftop like this:

(photo from simple blueprint)

Somewhere in Sweden, of course! So many places to choose from here

That goes without saying, I’d be with my boyfriend (friends and family, optional). Perhaps next year. (:

Will You Dance With Me?

(photo from lelove)

I have been asked to dance a grand total of two times. Both times I said no—Am not really the dancing type. But the second dude, he persisted. We danced, sort of, that night. He taught me how, actually. And then I stopped short, knowing how stupid I looked. He was my first dance. And later that night, he was also my first kiss.

I saw this photo over the weekend. Couldn’t help but think, nay wish for this to happen to me. And soon. Because lawd knows how uncarefree I have become. And also, how I really really want to grow into a graceful woman.

It’s still war zone over my end: deadlines, personal matters, whatnot. I tell myself that a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. Wishing that’s a start of my living gracefully. And soon (er rather than later) my man will come along, take me into his arms, and twirl me around, just as in the photograph.

Happy

It’s summer in Manila right now and it’s been ridiculously hot. hawt. It’s the kind of hot that makes you irritable and sticky and…never mind. At least, I’m at the office where the AC is thankfully available.

Been feeling like of bleh. I’ve been looking at my life, at my life’s to-do list, and I don’t know. While I take refuge in those words I’ve previously shared here—we all go our own pace—I can’t help but feel like I’m nearer failure than success, nearer failure than happy.

I try not to indulge in these gloomy thoughts because a) maybe I should look into old to-do lists; perhaps a few items have been crossed out? maybe my dreams are changing. maybe I feel I haven’t done anything noteworthy relative to my present to-do list, but relative to my old one…siguro naman, diba?

and b) I am doing all I can to be able to say at least I tried, or at least I finished with that little life dream. So, a few photos that have been successful in keeping the gloom at bay.

If only Philippine summers aren’t as cruel, then we can all hang out like this:

But Philippine summers are cruel so let’s just sit indoors, shall we?

All photos from the brilliant skonahem.

Ps. I love skonahem! If only I can read swedish. Sigh.

Drawing a Blank

I must’ve had one too many last week, I feel like I’m still in a dream, removed from the real world. But then again, what is the real world on a Sunday? Brunch, solitude, time in your hands, a hint of rain even, they all disappear come Monday, when reality starts biting you in the ass.

Am sorry. I digress. It’s just that I’ve been trying to catch my thoughts. They run away when a blank page appears, you see. May be they are afraid of commitment. Or may be it’s not yet time. I’m just, nanghihinayang lang ako sa kanila e. How do you say that in English, nanghihinayang?

Anyway, yeah, I feel like I need to catch them because they might not come back and I wouldn’t want that to happen becuase off the top of my head, they seem brilliant enough to become premises of stories or essays or pieces that will save me from really becoming a corporate slave.

An attempt:

This was a few Sundays ago. I woke up, got my book and with left-over thoughts from Saturday night, I took along my journal, as well. I  proceeded downstairs where, I managed to make myself an outstanding breakfast.

From left-over stuff in the fridge, I was able to make a lovely spinach and cheese sandwich. Then I brewed myself a cup of coffee, placed in on the table, and thought they looked pretty enough for a photograph. Inspired by simplybreakfast, I stood up on the chair, clicked, and had a great breakfast.

Then I realized that I failed to do what was originally planned: to catch my thoughts and write a few decent lines. Hmm, I always get caught up in digressions. Which isn’t really bad, save for the fact that I am already late with personal deadlines.

That Sunday may as well exemplify my life right now. I should be working, should be in the middle of making a personal goal come true. But I am caught up with life, am always in the middle of digressions or personal indulgences.

Which makes me wonder: Would it be so bad if I do not make that dream? These digressions keep me from starting and working on a few goals but they make me happy, at least temporarily. Is it so bad?