33 random thoughts at 33
- If you take the birthdate out of Facebook, not many would remember it. But it's alright. I don't feel too bad. I feel too old to feel too bad.
- My eldest inaanak is a fourth grader. Say, what?!? I really feel old.
- I'm tired. I want to retire. Now. Okay, maybe I don't exactly want to retire. But what I really want now is a job that doesn't require too much effort on the brain cells.
It's not the years in my life that count... - I want to move to a different country. Try my luck. Start over. South Korea, maybe? I'll teach English. How do I begin again?
- I'm fat. I can't stop eating chocolates. I can't stop eating junk. What did I do with my waistline? And my arms. And my thighs! What am I doing with my life?
- I'm bored with this thing called dating and finding the one. I'm really, seriously bored. And lazy. And too lazy to care. Is that normal at 33?
- I should bake. Nah. I should cook. Nah. L-A-Z-Y.
- Can it just be weekend seven days a week? I want to lie down on the sofa, undisturbed by anything, watching nothing but Korean dramas all day. Squeeze in some time for Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and WhatsApp every few hours.
- Ahhh... Lee Dong Wook. 'Love that perfect nose!
- Oh-em! Song Joong Ki winked on screen. I fall. He's 30. I don't dig anyone more than two years younger. Argh. Scrap it. I totally dig him.
- I hate whatever's happening in the Philippines right now. Never mind. I don't care anymore. Back to the Korean drama.
- I do care. I hate it.
- I should buy some new clothes. Nah. Too fat.
- I'm gonna buy myself one piece of real jewelry when I turn 35. But before that: Tiffany or Pandora?
- How many hours more before 12 noon? How many hours more before 6PM?
- Somebody got engaged again. Somebody's moving to Australia, New Zealand, Canada, somewhere, again. Somebody's moving back to the Philippines again. "There is nothing permanent except change." And me.
- What if I just go back to the Philippines and be a school teacher in my hometown? How much do I need to earn to sustain my daily expenses and monthly insurance payments? Oops. Martial Law's coming.
- I miss Europe. I want to go back to Paris and London. I want to see Amsterdam and Santorini. Oh... Yeah, those refugees. Need to wait awhile then.
Tour Eiffel at night (Aug 2012) - My last will and testament will include a clause that states that my ashes should be brought to Santorini and thrown in the wind that blows to the Aegean Sea, if I don't get to set foot in that place in this lifetime. I'm bequeathing the amount equivalent to a one-way airfare ticket to whoever's gonna bring the ashes - up to the person if he/she still wants to come back from the country of the mythical gods and goddesses.
Dreaming of Greece (Feb 2013) - I really truly honest-to-goodness wholeheartedly wish to go to South Korea now. I miss it more than I miss Europe.
... it's the life in my years. - Singapore, I don't know how to feel about you anymore. One minute, I just want to pack my bags and leave you. The next, I go all clingy and emo. Can't you just grant me that elusive PR status already?!
- What else is in my bucketlist? Vacationing in Greece. Brushing the teeth of a dolphin. Seeing Pope Francis in person.
- This change is exciting. This change is scary. Exciting. Scary. I hate change. But maybe I really need this one.
- Yes, it takes a lot to impress me. It took 33 years to build this set of standards. Why do I need to be apologetic about it now?
- Lord, pengeng British. Yung maganda ang ilong. Sige na nga, Pinoy na, Lord. Basta maganda ang ilong. #NoseGoals
- I wonder how it feels like to be held tight because I am loved and not just objectified.
- There goes another hugot line in someone's social media post. Pffft. Blech. I can't stand this outlet for millennial drama anymore.
- I hope Unni Circe, Ate Rose and Mareeya will meet their da one soon. Like now na. Paki-una lang sila, Lord, kasi marami pa pong nakapila. Hahaha.
- I like being alone. But I'd want to come home to someone. Selfish, I know... Is that "set-up" possible?
- I'm still apprehensive about being single forever. Yet it seems like I'm more scared of losing my "me" time than the prospect of never changing my civil status.
- Perhaps the thing that scares me the most about being single forever is the possibility of eventually becoming one of the annoyingly conservative grumpy old maids that I absolutely don't like. #TitasOfManila, how to be you po?
- #WalangForever.
- May forever. Promise, meron! Though, it doesn't follow that forever exists for my case. I still believe.
May forever.
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