I had just finished typing my last email with 33% battery life still left on my laptop, so thought of posting a quick one on my blog, which, upon checking the last update, might as well be a quarterly journal of heaping nonsense. My kind of nonsense.
If I could encompass these past few months that I have been sort of away, I could only think of a word: Wife. Married for four months now, I would have to say the new role suits me just fine – in a way that a person can never go wrong with a tailored suit or dress. It’s like playing house with a carefully-chosen housemate, only better, because you actually get to share a lot of intimate stuff and find delight in each and every moment. Of course there would be the occasional fights, mostly when I would lose my marbles for no reason (and let me tell you, I am pretty adept at that), but what’s marriage without excitement, right? I cannot be in a state of perpetual bliss 24/7. I need to lose it every now and then to feel alive. Thankfully, my husband loves me enough to understand and embrace my weirdness. But perhaps I shouldn’t push the envelope too far, ya?
So in between work and constant travel, I try to spend as much time learning how to fit into this wifey role – which I must admit, was perplexing at the beginning because I had been so used to just looking after myself and my own needs and now, I have a husband to cherish and look after. Suddenly, it is no longer just me or about me. I am now 50% of a life partnership and the more emotionally, mentally, and spiritually prepared I am, the better the journey will be.
A husband and this…
… horticulture type of things, which I might be getting a little too obsessed with these days. You know how old folks would say you gotta try your hand at caring for a plant or a pet first before you even make an attempt to bring forth a child in this big, bad world? I guess it’s safe to say that I’m presently at that stage. Oh, have you met Perpetua my perpetually sleeping petit chat, yet?
So there you go, big fat checks on both plants and a pet. I am sooo ready to become a Mom, yey! LOL.
And then there’s also this…
I have been spending some time in the kitchen on weekends (when I’m not downward dog-ging on the yoga mat or cycling and running around SG, that is) and I would sometimes surprise myself – and C – with the delightful dishes I would come up with in quick minutes. I’m no Nigella that’s for sure, but I don’t think I am entirely useless around the kitchen either. Ask C and I bet you he’d say without a hint or sliver of bias that my sinigang, adobo, and four cheese pasta are the best he’s ever tasted! Haha.
All things considered, I would actually recommend marriage. But make sure to pick the right partner or life could be a lot more complicated than you would have cared to prepare for. But don’t tell anyone I said that — I (still) have a reputation to protect. LOL.
15 October 2012 — So, after months of waiting, Emperor Eric and I finally arrived in Seoul, South Korea for our third international (budget) travel together. From Incheon Airport, we took the airport taxi to take us to our hostel somewhere in the heart of Seoul. When we got to the area, our airport cab driver could not point us to the exact location of our very posh and very expensive hostel (it was on stealth mode, apparently) – so he called for Police assistance. There we were by the side of the main road, looking every inch the turistas that we were, trying to figure out how to dial in on Eric’s phone so we can ask the hostel staff to give us clearer instructions on how to get to Elm Tree Guest House. The Police came and took us in for questioning, errr, I meant, helped us find the hostel which turned out to be on the corner right next to where we were standing.
We went to a lot of places in Seoul starting with Seoul City Hall and Seoul National Library which were both VERY IMPRESSIVE, architecture-wise! The City Hall ground was where PSY had the concert the night before and when we passed it, they were still dismantling the stage.
Then we went to Gyeongbokgung Palace which was quite similar to the Forbidden City in Beijing, except that Gyeonbokgung looks ‘refurbished to perfection’ it no longer has that truly ancient feel to it, you know? The paint was all very fresh, but I guess keeping the whole palace well-maintained will guarantee longevity for more tourists to enjoy and appreciate in time.
At night, we quickly freshened up and had a quick dinner at this quaint lil’ noodle place just outside our hostel street and I enjoyed my dimsum to bits but Eric wasn’t too pleased with his very cold noodles. From there, we went to Myung Dong for some shopping and I walked away with some nice stuff from Uniqlo and H&M. It was a beautiful night for walking around and appreciating the sights, sounds, and taste of that part of Seoul.
On Day Two, we found ourselves in standing in awe of EVERLAND! Not much of a theme park person myself (only because I am absolutely terrified of rides that go over 3ft above the ground – I’m lame like that), I had only ever been to Enchanted Kingdom (Phils.) and Universal Studios in Singapore in all 33 years of my life. So when Eric mentioned that we will be checking out EVERLAND on our second day in South Korea, I must admit I had my own reservations. I know for certain there’s no way I’m going to do any of the rides there but if there’s enough sights and people to take photos of, then surely it can’t be that bad.We took the train to Gangnam (Oppa Gangnam style!) where bus 5002 bound for Everland picks up passengers/tourists.
Allow me to digress a little here: Gangnam, apparently, is their version of Paris’ Champs Elysses where high-end brands are lined up on either side of the avenue. People here are visibly more fashionable and I suppose, affluent, than in some parts of Seoul.
So anyway, there we were, still nursing residual exhaustion from the activities of the previous day, sleeping soundly during the entire one-hour journey to Everland Theme Park at Yongin. Everland is HUGE! It’s a sprawling property featuring rides for both kids and adults, food parks, zoo, lush gardens with flowers which were almost blinding in their vibrance! What more, entrance fee of 40,000 KRW (one day pass) is a lot cheaper than that of Universal Studios or Disneyland.
Food is also reasonably priced at an average of 10,000 KRW which is about 370 pesos for a full meal.My favorite, aside from taking photos and gushing about how nice and sweet the Koreans are, was the 3D show of PORORO, this cute animated character who’s all the rage among Korean kids as we were wont to learn within a few seconds of the pre-show.
And yes, I love, love, love the gardens with all the October flora in full bloom!
To be continued…
So I guess this is it. The day of reckoning has come for me. Since I started developing deep passion for running, I knew I wanted to be an ultrarunner. Lucky for me, we have a very dynamic running community in the Philippines. As D-day nears, I am overwhelmed by excitement and trepidation. Do I have what it takes to complete 102 kilometers? Is my body up for some serious pummeling by the intense March sun? Knowing how highly competitive I am, I know I will fight tooth and nail to cross that finish line. True, I haven’t had the luxury of training for this but I have made this commitment and I will make sure I see it through to its end.
As I have mentioned in one of my previous entries, I am running BDM 102 in support of the Black Pencil Project’s advocacy program called Run For Pencils. I have already received pledges and it is such an incredible feeling making a difference this way and inspiring people to do the same. It doesn’t matter if you pledge a peso or five pesos for every kilometer I cover, that amount will certainly go a long, long way. I’ve heard it said before that one should give until it hurts – so please, I am encouraging you to share a little bit and let me worry about the hurting. I have my first aid kit and health card for that.:) The Mangyans and I will be eternally grateful for whatever support you can give.
My most heartfelt gratitude also goes to Reebok Philippines, Toby’s, RUNNR Philippines, CW-X, Smith Optics, Lightwater/VitaminBoost, FTW magazine and my support crew composed of Eric and Running Atom and Team UNGAS. To those who have given their pledges for the Mangyans, especially my Boss – THANK YOU ALL for your love , support, and prayers!
LET’S DO THIS!
Last Saturday, 6th of August, Team REEBOK celebrated friendship, fitness, and the active lifestyle with the ZigTech Fun Run held at the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) grounds. Sadly for me, I didn’t get to run on this one because I had been feeling sick the night before and thought it would not be wise to get my heart rate up considering.
The race didn’t start on time and although it got some of the runners making caustic remarks about it, everyone soon started to loosen up and have fun – especially when more and more runners started arriving. Kassy and I hosted the programme while Alex, another Reebok Team member opted out of the race as well to take photos. Only Beep took to the roads and did 10k. The Curves ladies led the pre-race stretching exercises and shortly after that, the 10k gunstart was sounded off and the runners led by one Kenyan sprinter, crossed the starting line.
It rained heavily within minutes after the first batch of runners were released and it would continue to rain long after the event concluded and prizes were handed out. And it was lovely to see most of the runners staying on, oblivious to the rains and the cold draft.
The representatives of each of the three beneficiaries of the race: LIFELINE Foundation, JEEPneED, and VISAYAN Forum all went on stage to give a brief introduction about their organizations and the causes they espouse. As you know, the proceeds of the Fun Run will go to these institutions and their beneficiaries.
We raffled off a lot of gift certificates from Plana Forma, Flow Yoga, Yadu bags, and one special package from Misibis Bay.
I’d like to give special mention to Without Limits of the Father-and-Son tandem of Daddy and Ian Alacar. I always enjoy seeing these two at any bloggers’ event or races. Daddy Alacar especially for his irrepressible passion for running which I heard he has craftily inculcated in their dogs’ psyche as well. If you wanna see a sexy and fit chow-chow, just ask Ian to show you a photo of Furvert.
Oh, by the way, the race was also some sort of a birthday celebration for the indefatigable Kassy Pajarillo. Love you gurl!
Thank you once again to all the sponsors, especially our mother ship REEBOK — we are eternally grateful for the love ad support!
Congratulations again to the following winners and to all the runners who celebrated with us last rainy Saturday – Mabuhay kayong lahat!
3k Female category — Ruz Bueno ; 3k Male category — Mibert Nabuab
5k Female category — Kate Orange ; 5k Make category — Michael Bacung
10k Female category — Seevee Lastimoso ; 10k Male category — Eluid Kering
***ALL photos (except for the one of Kassy and I sorting the medals) were taken by NOEL ABELARDO.
Finally, an open condemnation of a very racist take on dark skin tone. Have you gone to the supermarket lately? Notice the proliferation of ‘skin whitening’ products there– so much so that they have practically displaced milk and other products ACTUALLY needed by the human body for nourishment? Nowadays, it would be considered an anomaly NOT to find anything with glutathione or whatever it is that they put on these products that supposedly put the dark pigment melanin in check, if not totally obliterate it.
I really don’t get it. This obsessive fascination with translucent white skin. You see, I was born brown and judging by the few photos I have of me when I was but a pesky little monster, I would say my skin tone is even darker today.Yet, you will never ever hear me complain about not being white and feeling less of a human being because of it. I love my color! (So does half of Europe and the States, I’ve been told) If you ask me, it is the vibrant color of summer and the creamy texture of butter. And can I tell you something? My skin even carries the fragrant scent of flowers in bloom combined with the calming scent of the sea in the morning. And no, I am not just saying that. Now if I actually get a penny for each and every time I get complimented on my golden tan, jeeez, I’d be worth a lot more than what my savings account says I’m worth. LMAO.
I find it very troubling when people are so uncomfortable in their own skin that they feel they have to alter it drastically – either by injection or endless pill-popping. Why can’t people just love the skin they were born in?
Even more troubling is the fact that most people view skin pigmentation as a characteristic of race that is heavily linked to social status or other human attributes. Take for example the Apartheid-era South Africa which showed us a glaring picture of a white supremacist society based on a system of stratification of power and privilege by skin color. Same thing can also be said in some other countries like Brazil, the United States, and Australia. And now, even in India.
I just hope my fellow Pinoys won’t have it in their demented little heads to outlaw dark skin tone in my lifetime. Otherwise, I will now strongly consider moving to Barbados, with its boundless turquoise sea and endless sandy shores. Oh, be still my wandering heart…
I have officially lost whatever superficial affection I may have had for blogger.com for nearly 5 years. While the affair started off as everything fine and dandy (as affairs usually do), this morning, I was provoked beyond my capacity to tolerate anything stupid, time-consuming, and repetitive – without a prospect of clear resolution. Not even the barest hint.
This morning, I had planned on announcing our intent of running a marathon for a cause – specifically, for the benefit of the Maple Tree Foundation and the community programs they espouse – in the upcoming Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore 2010. Kassy, one of my running friends and an active blogger as well, got in touch with me a few months back and presented me with the proposition to raise funds for MTF. I thought it was such a fine idea, helping the needy while doing what I consider to be among the top things I like. Running, that is. While Kassy has been actively doing her bit, I, unfortunately, have been rather delinquent. Not that my interest was any less, it’s just that work has piled up the past months and I couldn’t focus on anything else.
That’s why I logged on to my blog of 5 years. Or attempted to. COUNTLESS FRIGGIN’ TIMES and I keep getting errors in loading the page. I have tried accessing it using different browsers – Google Chrome, Safari, Firefox, and Internet Explorer – and still, nothing turned up. And if there’s one thing I hate most in life, it’s when I’m being ignored. Not that I am anyone important but that’s exactly what blogger has made me feel today. Ignored and Unloved. So I said, hey buddy, if that’s the kind of game you want to play, I am playing right along. Watch me.
Which brings us to my new home and a new address. This is my first post and I still haven’t added any of the funky widgets but I have a very good feeling about this whole moving houses thing. Kinda like one of those things that feel right at the very onset. Like, maybe, love at first sight, if you believe in those things.
I don’t care if it takes me another year to transfer all my posts from my ex-blog to my new online domain. I am doing it.
So to you my old blog, I say sayonara. It’s been fun, but my heart has decided it has no love for you anymore. Not even the slightest bit. From here on in, you are nothing more than just an ex-flame whose memory I shall extinguish faster than I can finish a 5k run.
And to you wordpess, I’m finally home.
Live life supersized with me.