Always in pursuit of something, that’s my state of mind.

When I was a young girl, I grew up with my grandparents. During the summer, I’d be camped at my grandma’s (Nanay) room with the window facing the garden. I can never forget the smell of sampaguita (jasmine) in the mornings, which I am assigned to pick up and put in small bowls to be placed in different areas in the house.

I remember Nanay would always tell me to only pick up the ones that have fallen and never pick out from the tree itself. This has stuck to me no matter how much more I love the sampaguita that’s just about to blossom more than the one that has already fully bloomed.

This all is in relation to how everyone was commenting on how "blooming" I was yesterday even if I was dressed in my shabby mint green shirt and oversized pants. And I can’t believe I’m talking about my menstruation on this blog but it’s all what this is about. Yesterday was prelude to Day 1 of my cycle. Today, I dressed nice, with a skirt and my favorite black slimming shirt. And no one has made any sort of comment on how nice I look! I even made extra effort with my make-up and hair!

(Mutya, I guess this is part of the getting to know myself in Boracay phase. Now, I know that I’m prettier before my period.)

(just for reference)

(an Ode to my Gorgeous British Gurlfriends)

When Raz and I came here to Bora last holy week, he advised me to use my childhood name Sunshine as it fits the place. And people would catch it easier than Sherlyn.

3 weeks ago, I met two gorgeous British women (they aren’t Lesbian lovers), Denise and Georgina, D&G for short. They stopped by at the salon to get their nails done, had a nice chit chat with them. When I saw them pass Cafe del Mar (CDM, my bar of choice) , I called out to them and just said a quick hi. The next night, as I was still hanging out at CDM, Ga Cristy (The beautiful Bartender) told me that my friend was there by the beach and that I should say hi. As Georgina, was passing by for a wee, I called out and said hi. She invited me to their table.

As I sat and was introduced she asked me again what my name was, and for the first time I introduced myself as Sunshine. At that table sat Denise, Cory (the intimidating but nice bar owner) and Steve (their friend who invited them to come here to Bora).

This would seem like a run on story but the other details are just hazy to me and would just be part of another blog entry. But from then on I have been referred to as Sunshine.

In the past 3 weeks, I was hanging out with D&G often. Yesterday morning they flew to Manila to have a two-day shopping spree there and then would be flying towards England tomorrow. (I miss them already.)

Eventually, they referred to me as li’l ray of, short for little ray of sunshine.  But come to think of it, they were my li’l ray of… just when no more friends from Manila are coming in, I meet these two Gorgeous Ladies. Thank God for such coincidence.

(This could be a destiny thing that’s bound to happen, who knows?)

I’ve never regarded my feet as pretty or nice.

I remember in college, me and my friends had a discussion on what kind of feet could be called pretty and the only thing we can agree on is the fact that we all don’t like the ginger looking feet. That’s a foot with toes spreading apart like they are enemies. Usually, a person who wasn’t trained to wear shoes as a kid would have such feet. And the other ugly kind of feet would be if you’re a woman and your feet is decidedly masculine. But a man with feminine looking feet is not a big issue.

Last Sunday night, with a bunch of British friends, the men compared all the women’s feet. And apparently, another criteria that determines a pretty foot is the length of the 2nd toe as compared to the length of the big toe. The toes should form a nice slope. The second toe should never be bigger than the big toe. The British Ladies all lost (I think it’s a race thing that their 2nd toe is bigger, which is why it wasn’t a fair competition that night.) But happily I’m on that group for the first time that my feet was ever in a competition of this sort.

And the best compliment I got that night was that my feet was perfect, and this came from a guy who professes that he has a foot fetish.

Weak, an SWV original, revived by MYMP

[Verse 1]
I don’t know what it is that you’ve done to me…
but it’s caused me to act in such a crazy way.
Whatever it is that you do when you do what you’re doing…
it’s a feeling I don’t understand.

This is where I check my personal emails, update my blog, chat, surf, watch movies, etc.

just now I realized, other people do other things here, like cyber gaming, and other more cyber thingies… WEHEHEHEH, I caught someone beside me who had HER hands in between her thighs!!!

yikes! not here please!

Sometime 2004 I think, I did PM work for Praxi for our very first music video…

I also did amateur make-up for a few of my friends who were acting as extras in a party…

Nang dahil sa’yo… by Arnee Hidalgo

I just realized that there are only a few things that can make a person crazy…

1) Lack of sleep

2) Lack of friends

3) Lack of food or going on an extreme diet

4) Being around people who you can’t relate to

5) Trying hard to be part of a group

6) Crushing on a playah!

7) Day dreaming

Thinking far too ahead in the future

9) Hoping for a miracle

10) Being lead on

11) Paranoiah

12) Believing in the goodness of a person

13) Daily intake of Alcohol

14) Sober moments

15) A heart ache

17) A useless purchase

19) Trying hard to fit in clothes you can only dream of wearing

20) Not breathing fresh air

21) Eating Ice cream when you haven’t had a thing in your mouth for the last 6 hours

22) Waking up alone

23) Getting your sleep ruined by a thunderstorm

24) Bad smelling air

25) People who can’t understand english (Calabao engrish/Good English, doesn’t matter)

26) Employees who don’t smile

27) Losing track of time

28) Being on time when everyone’s late

29) Trying to find time when you can’t

30) Not knowing what to do on your day off

31) Sleeping all day on your day off

32) Having too much time on your hands

33) Waiting for a text that may never come

34) Waiting (period)

35) Ironing your hair only to realize it’s too hot to be left down

36) Looking forward to a day that may never come

37) Obsession

38) Compulsion

39) Your own stupidity

40) Typing non-sense

41) Going online just so you could say you did something

42) Lonelinessssssssss

43) Staring at the screen figuring out what to type next

44) This.

Now that I am at it, I realized that there is actually a lot of things that can make someone crazy… JUST EXISTING is a possible source of being a looney bin…

First time ever! Since I got to the voting age, I’ve always exercised my right to vote and choose my leaders.

This year, I’m missing it. And for a fairly good reason, duh!

Anyway, I hope you guys exercised your right.

I’m currently watching Spiderman3 at station168.

At the part where he’s dancing, I sorta got weirded out. Does it mean that when you are cool you gotta dance on the street like Austin Powers? Part of the mojo is the dancing, I guess.

And also… God answers prayers immediately.

And Kirsten Dunst really sings. (?) D’ya think she got a ghost singer?