This post is not about possums…

5 06 2008


It’s been four weeks since I got back from Texas. Initially I didn’t want to write about it after I got back because I was too sad to reminisce. While the flight back to Melbourne was the shittiest and loneliest transatlantic flight I’ve ever had to take, it was also for a trip that was so memorable and special. I guess you could say it was bittersweet. Chenes chingkie mae chervalin chuva (try translating that at babel fish). But anyway I have recovered.

I definitely learned a couple of things about myself from the trip, I learned that… Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offense. HAHAHAHA. I’m funny. This just suddenly brings back memories of me doing the first reading at Melanie’s wedding so fast like I was being chased by a herd of possums. Can you imagine being chased by dozens of these creatures? Shiver. Yakididakdak. Seriously that’s how I motivate myself when I run around the beautiful but possum-friendly park that is Carlton Gardens.

So I learned that I’d like to take it slow relationship-wise and that I should stop watching too much rom coms. And hooray guess who’s celebrating their first anniversary? Uh huh. That’s right. Amazing isn’t it? We talked about what we’re going to give each other and set a limit of $200. I suggested we just donate to charity whatever amount it is we plan on spending but D argued that he’s already donating a monthly sum to an org which takes care of some species of animal (hopefully not possums). In short, shot down! And for the record I don’t hate possums so if you’re a lover of this animal, you can stop that hate mail you’re about to send me now. Going back, as gifts we also made a pact to never stop being weird, silly, crazy and quirky. He said that wouldn’t be a problem ’cause he’s way past the age to outgrow it. Good.


My best friend Abe and her husband paid me a visit a couple of weeks ago. It was surreal to have her standing outside my apartment ’cause I never imagined I’d see her here. But I did and I’m so thankful. Genuine friends definitely give you a different kind of high, and you never have to explain things to them because they get you and time passes by so quickly when you’re talking to them. I miss, miss my best friends.


And cupcakes are my new obsession. If we lived in the same city, you’d have a ration every monday from me ;P


Pharida Was Here

23 04 2008

It’s almost half past midnight and I am nowhere near sleepy. And my laptop’s battery is showing no sign of draining up soon so I relented and decided to write here.

Pharida was indeed here, she stayed for four weeks can you imagine? I can and I’m still suffering from missing-mum sickness, tripled in intensity by PMS. It was very, very nice to finally show off Melbourne to her and give her a glimpse of how her brat of a daughter has done a total turn-around and become an independent expat. It was heaven to go shopping with her and walk my everyday route to the city with her by my side while discussing life, love, marriage (in subtle doses of course) and living-in (in teeny tiny, almost undetectable doses haha).

I took her around my ‘burb and we had Sunday brunch at Lygon, a rarely practiced tradition of Melanie and myself, we checked out the op shops in Collingwood, window shopped in Myer, introduced her to my old-school Italian tailor/sastre, visited NGV International, had lunch at one of my favorite Thai fast food, let her experience Nando’s heaven, and did a whole lot of other things.

Ok halfway through this post a message pops up in the lower right corner of my lappy warning me to save my work, switch to outlet power or be sorry.

It’s been two days since Mum left but I still miss her. Melanie and I even postponed watching season 7 of the Gilmore Girls because I’m still in a state too fragile to witness the mother and daughter moments in the show. I hope this vacation of hers becomes an annual thing, I could really use 4weeks’ worth of mothering every year. Maybe next year she can take Dad with her.

I hope everyone’s been good. I have a feeling one of my very best friends has gotten married without even hearing any congratulatory form of greeting from me. It’s because I was too preoccupied or scatterbrained to remember the exact date of her wedding so Abe if you’re reading this, best wishes and congrats! I hope to see you here soon, hopefully your Aussie visas have been ok’d by now.

Work has been very fulfilling, sometimes exhausting but I’m not complaining ’cause I love what I’m doing.  Oh hey did I just rhyme so well then?  Hehe.

I’m off to Texas this friday to see D, finally after nine weeks! If there’s one thing this long-distance setup has taught me, it is the virtue of patience and delayed gratification. I know it’s this friday but the past couple of days have been crawling at a snail’s pace just to spite me I think. Grrr.

Ok I hope everyone’s been doing good lately. Take care whoever you are reading this and please greet Melanie a very merry happy brithday! I think I really need to sleep now as it’s almost 1am and there’s still work tomorrow.

Weekends to live for

18 02 2008

Today I was alternating between crying and laughing. The weekend was wonderful, romantic, sweet, fun, awesome and a bit sad in the end. It definitely made up for the six weeks away from D. Meeting more of his friends and bonding with them made us both realize that we made the right decision for him to come home for the wedding, even if it meant a longer separation and shorter alone time. As usual I felt so welcome and it seemed like I was surrounded by family and old friends again. It was touching to know him better through his friends’ eyes.

It was my first Aussie wedding.  The groom, Andre, is one of D’s best friends from school and he met Yun, while studying Mandarin in uni.  I found it very low-key but touching and intimate nonetheless. Only 50 (or less) people were invited so almost everyone knew each other and there was enough time and space to mingle.   The bride did her bouquet and her make-up herself and the boutonniere was handcrafted by the groom’s Mum.  D convinced me to bring Bogart and I’m glad he did, ’cause it turned out to be an awesome photography gig, especially as everyone was game to pose.

It was definitely a weekend worth living for, just like the weekend spent with Faye, Cherry, Eva, Melendres and Chie in Gold Coast on Australia Day weekend. I highly doubt it was the place which made it fantastic. I would say it was the company, getting drunk on the beach, singing to Eheads songs blasting from a mobile phone and dancing carefree while hiding a tequila bottle from the roving police. Was it tequila or vodka? I can’t remember. It was definitely our own version of Galera, complete with the Capri slims.


Now it feels that D’s homecoming was just a dream, I’m back, unpacked and “normal” again. The only proof that it actually happened is the Reese’s peanut butter cups in the fridge. Saying goodbye at the airport never gets easier. Oh well. Eight weeks to another weekend to live for.

In the end, you’re going to hoard in panic.

12 02 2008

News of an uncle’s death and of Polaroid shutting down factories and consequently making their films extinct brought me panic and sadness.

Predictably I wanted to contact every one of my friends in the US and the Philippines to hoard 600 films for me because they’re sold cheaper over there. But then reading at a forum that I’d have to keep them flat in the fridge for long-term storage made me realize how silly my plan was. I can’t stop a corporation from refusing to manufacture a product that was only making it bankrupt and I don’t really want the hassle of storing films in the fridge, especially since ours is being stocked normally again (’cause we’re sick of eating freaking lean cuisines! do you guys know how deeply lonely that experience is?).

But I digress.

And how weird would I appear to my future husband if the first thing I put in our conjugal fridge is a bunch of Polaroid films? So I just accepted the fact and used up the remaining 3 exposures inside Humphrey (that’s my Polaroid camera’s name btw) because I’ve got twin-pack coming this weekend on D Day.

And then there’s death. I always have a hard time reconciling the concept and my family. I have this illusion that every single member of my family is immune to it and that we’ll all live together forever. Half an hour after speaking to my Mum on the phone the tears came then a mental checklist ran through my mind. Did I say “I love you” to my parents today? Did I say goodnight to Melanie tonight? Have I thanked D for standing up to his manager so I can fly to the US for free? (Obviously the 143’s are delivered on a daily basis so no worries about that)

He wasn’t directly related to me as he was Mum’s sister’s brother-in-law but I always remember him as kind and warm. Growing up amongst rowdy boy cousins and a brother, he always took the girls’ side when fights ensue. I was personally excited and happy for him because I heard he had found a new love and was about to settle down.

His passing made me realize how fleeting time is and how important it is to always be in the moment and embrace every experience, even the ones which break your heart and weaken your spirit. I must admit I’ve been very ungrateful the past days and I know the attitude has to stop right away. I need to remind myself every single day how truly blessed I am.

Even with a permanent employee’s salary. Haha. I had to end this with a laugh. It’s hard to be in the moment if you’re too sad. Toodles.

Princess for a day…

24 01 2008

I’ve never been given flowers for no reason before. Come to think of it he was the first one to ever give me flowers, but that was a peace offering after a major argument. So this totally floored me and made me giggle like a schoolgirl for most of the day.

I got an SMS today from a very good friend, she said she hopes I’m doing well and that she always checks this journal for updates on my life. She also said that she’s sure that my life is beautiful at the moment.

And she’s right, it is beautiful at the moment. It’s summer, days maybe longer but they fly by so quickly. Everyone’s out to enjoy the sun and people are much more carefree.

The trip back to Melbourne wasn’t as dramatic as the first time I went home for Christmas, it helped that D was waiting for me at the airport when the plane touched down. But it was still sad. Now I’m looking forward to my Mum and aunties going here for a vacation in March. Hello to home-cooked dinners everyday.

I’m enjoying each day as it comes, in several months I’ll be undergoing a major overhaul in my life and losing a flatmate, although why she has to move in with her new husband is beyond me. She can stay here and ask Jon to just get a house for himself and I’m willing to give visitation rights, for free.

D and I are at opposite timezones right now. The setup has been very good for us if you ask me because it encourages the two of us to communicate better and keep things simple. I have now acquired the role of goodnight call provider and he has been bestowed the honor of being my logical breaks while I’m at work.

Work is good. So far, so good. I might be sent to China in a few weeks. I’m looking forward to it and hope that I won’t have a shitty time adjusting to the place like when I went to the US. Nani – we may finally be able to fulfill our dream of exploring a new country together =)

Photography still feeds my soul. Recently I bought a Polaroid 600 camera (I think here in Australia they’ve repackaged it as Polaroid700). I’ve been wanting one for a long time and since I want to be able to describe things better to D in my letters, I thought now is a really good time to get one. How many times did I say the words “good”, “one” and “time” just then? Hehe.

My nephew/niece is doing good, if anyone out there must know. My sister-in-law Mitch is staying at my parents’ house. The other day I phoned Mum and she was giddy from seeing her future grandkid on the ultrasound monitor, already moving. I imagine the baby’s still as small as a worm or I don’t know, anything squiggly and wormy hehe.

That’s it for now kids, have a good life in the meantime. I will be posting a travelogue on Singapore soon, I hope.

Despedida de Soltera

3 12 2007



My person (got that term from Grey’s and her name really is almost always what i specify for “in case of emergency” questions) has gone home to our beloved ‘Pinas last weekend to prepare for a new adventure in her life. When she comes back here in 2008, she’ll be a very happy missus. We sent her off with an interesting dinner at one of our fave neighborhood Italian restos, I say interesting because it was the first time I ever experienced being shushed by a member of the wait staff because our group was too hmmm happy to the point of shrieking and snorting with laughter. Oh well, it’s a good thing Melanie and I will be out of the country for several weeks, that’ll give the staff some time to erase our faces from their memory, so that means we can still come back and enjoy their cheese pizza.


Have I ever mentioned it here how lucky I am to have friends? I think that next to my family, they’re the most important blessing in my life. They should be classified as a source of subsistence really. Emotional and spiritual subsistence. And of rational thought when you’ve ran out.


I don’t really know what will happen in the future, I don’t even know what will happen in the next six months. Maybe that’s why we have today.

Giddy Up

14 11 2007



I finally got around to editing and converting Faye and Herbie’s prenup photos.  There was a slight mishap when I uploaded the photos to my laptop, fortunately, the first batch of their photos were salvaged.  I love their smiles in all the photos, super saya hehehe.  I’ve learned my lesson and now will make my work flow safer because I don’t wanna go through the agony of losing images I know I’ll never be able to capture again.


I’m four days away from coming home.  I never thought this day would come.  Ang drama haha.