Sunday, April 28, 2013
This guy was truly an optimist. He prides himself of still being able to see the light no matter how many wounds his heart suffered. His heart was broken many times but he never gave up on love. He kept loving again and again like he’s never been hurt before.
Until he met J.
There was nothing really special about J except being his first boyfriend in Cebu. Just like all his relationships before, he gave it his all. Love, attention, faith and trust. In return, J introduced him to his parents and best friends. But also like his past relationships, all the good things came to an end.
The thing is, his love was too great that J couldn’t keep up. He said that he does not expect J to return the same amount he gives but that was really just a lie. Maybe he was too ashamed to admit it but he did expect it all back. And the thing about shame is that it blinds us from seeing our true selves.
Anyways, the breakup was bad, like it always is, but it did help him see things from another side of the field. I guess he figured that he was not really loving J or any of his exes, for that matter. He was just suffocating them. That his love was not great but possessive. He falls in love quickly to the persona he builds of someone and then suffers when their true self is in contrast to the fairytale he made up.
I know I did not describe it a lot in writing but the breakup with J was the hardest for him. And when we have been hurt so much, our hearts are more open to change. J was his romantic turning point. I don’t really know if he’s still an optimist or has become a pessimist when it comes to the matters of the heart but I do know that he has matured greatly and that his next relationship would be more beautiful than all the ones he had.
That’s if get past his newly acquired relationship phobia. Walls have been put up and doubts on people’s motives are barbed around him.
PS: J and Him happened on the last quarter of 2012. About six months when they broke up.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Upcycling is one of the new things that I learned this year. It’s basically an upgraded form of recycling. Upgrade. Recycling. See how it got it’s name? Anyways, upcycling is just giving unused items another chance to shine not by using them again but by turning them into something else. Kind of like reincarnation. Really cool huh? This one’s an example. Got it from the internet. Credit to the source. (I forgot the link. Sorry.)
Turn your unused light bulbs into hanging flower vases. Got the idea?
Well, I still haven’t made anything that fancy. All I did was just made up some other uses for my unused or could-probably-be-thrown-away garbage.
Remember what I did to my table last week? This is the book’s hard cover. I felt bad for destroying it so I made sure that every part of it won’t go to waste. I made it into a cutting board of some sort. And yes, I’m using a cutter to cut my tomatoes.
I really hate throwing away cups like this. It’s a waste only using something that can be clearly used again once.
KFC fries bucket for my ashtray / mini trash can
Sola bottle as my “alkansya”
I’m really a book murderer! This is my I-can-secretly-hide-stuff-here book. So far, all I ever hid here was my stash of condoms when I was still living with Pesky Roommate
See? You really don’t have to buy new things. Some of your garbage could just do the trick! Save money, save Mother Earth!
So, what things have you upcycled?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Having my own place now really made me care about how it looks. I never felt like this when I was still living in boarding houses. Well, maybe because I never saw them as my own.
Anyways, my new crib comes with this table. It used to be wrapped with a cheap gift wrapper (probably an excess from the last Christmas season) which I removed. After skinning the table alive, its true self was revealed. It was horrendous. I instinctively reached for the gift wrapper to try and put it back but I’ve already torn it into bits and pieces.
Having nothing nice to cover it, I remembered the Book Page craft I read on the internet. I was thinking of doing that for my wall but this table needs an urgent make-over.
-Book/s (One that you probably don’t care about. I got mine from BookSale for P15.00)
-Scotch Tape or Glue or any adhesives
-Push Pins or Thumb Tacks
What you’ll need to do? Just cover the table with the pages of the book. You’ll be tearing a book page by page that’s why I told you to use one that does not interest you. But, I guess, if you are a book lover, destroying a any book would always be like murder.
Then use the plastic cover. I used push pins to keep the edge of the paper and plastic cover underneath in place but you can use any adhesive you want.
Now, does it not look a thousand times better?
I can’t wait to do this on my wall!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
After the events of Sabado de Chorva, Pesky Roommate and I have been doing the silent war. I’m not talking with him because I’m afraid that questions about that incident would soon ensue and, after all the months that have passed, I still don’t know what to tell him. When I first met Pesky Roommate, telling him who I really am seemed so easy, and quite frankly, was planning to. But as I get to know him, I’m glad I didn’t. I didn’t nickname him Pesky Roommate for nothing. So, severing my ties with him was really a relief. Well, most of my ties. Sadly, we are officemates.
As much as it was a relief not minding him, it was really stressful living with someone whose presence you do not acknowledge. Yeah, I regret ever having agreed to rent the same room. But I did learn something. Living with someone other than your family should be carefully thought of. Even if you are close friends because you tend to see them in another light. Specifically bad light. This specially applies to boyfriends. So, I guess, no living together with my future special someone.
But it took me months to actually move out. I think I was afraid of the unknown. I realized that even though I am living independently from my parents, I was not living independently from others. I was always with roommates or just next door with someone I know. Living alone seemed scary. So I let my self get stressed out sharing a room with Pesky Roommate because it was familiar. This is exactly how all toxic relationships work. They stay because, even if they get hurt everyday, it’s something they know. Because leaving would mean that they have to sail the stormy seas of the unknown.
Anyways, like I said, it took me months to finally move-out and boy, it feels so f****ng great to have finally done it! I love my new crib. Same rent, same terms, it has a garden (I could finally put my itching green thumbs to the test), safe and peaceful neighborhood and more importantly, the place is all my own. I can now do the overnight face mask! LOL!
Friday, April 19, 2013
Photo from here
One good thing about dealing with contractors is that they sometimes tend to treat you to meals.
This time, it’s merienda at Army Navy. Now, I don’t usually give in to these kind of “bribes” but since the contractor’s representative is dashingly handsome, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. It’s just too bad he has his colleague in tow. Besides, I’ve been wanting forever to sample, as they say, one of Cebu’s best burgers.
Anyways, the burger is good but not good enough for its steep price. P200.00 for their Double Burger. For those fond of the sweet Pinoy burgers, this is not for you. It’s pepper-spicy. Though, it could fill you up like a major meal but I wouldn’t be back there on my own will for a long time.
So back to the handsome contractor, he has been unusually generous that day. Offering to also giving me a ride and some smoke and some small talk. That was a good breather from our contractor-sub-contractor relationship which usually just circles around all things (and problems) regarding the completion of the project. Or maybe it was just a bribe so I’ll speed up my recommendation for their billing?
Oh well, he’s straight and has a girlfriend. I just wanted to relish that good deed that lead us to be locked alone in the comfort room of a restaurant. Details? This one’s for your wild imaginations.