Dare Day 1

It's already November and as I backtracked all my blog entries I only made a total of 21 as opposed to the 44 I had at this time of the year last year. It's not that I packed all my stuff up and lived in a cave, nor did I go backpacking in Mars. Blogging requires a lot of thinking but this doesn't necessarily means that all my posts made sense, it's just that tweeting is easier to do. Just spew words less than 140 characters and you're good to go. So I got into a dare with my friends that I'll be blogging every single day that I tweet. I'm not really sure if I'm up for this but the dare was already made so that left me with no choice.

And this is my first entry since the dare started, so please bear with the very sensible post that I'm making. I promise (again) I'll be better.

Sammie and Lexi are you happy now? Hahaha! Love you gels.

Dream, Dream, Dream

I have this recurring dream for the past 3 days. I'm always someplace where I've never been in real life. At first, the setting was in a forest, with foliages, and waterfalls, the place reminds me of the waterfalls in Puerto Rico where they filmed Wizards of Waverly Place the Movie. Then there's this guy, I don't know who he was because I can't see his face but I'm pretty sure he was a guy. He held my hand and ushered me near the falls, his touch felt so warm and safe. I felt like I know him forever and.. hate to say this but I felt like I love him. I can feel a connection between us. We never got to the falls because I woke up.

The second dream, we met again, in a beaten path on a cliff. This time I can almost see his face, just almost but I never got to see it. We talked about the things that we saw along the way, his voice doesn't sound familiar but I know that I could trust him. When we reach the top of the cliff he told me to stay close to him, because somewhere along the climb I know I told him that I have fear of heights. Then my alarm went off and I woke up again.

And in the third dream, I was on a secluded beach. I saw someone parasailing, and I knew that it was him again. I don't know how he did it but after I blinked he was right beside me. He told me that a little sunshine does me good. He asked if I want to go sailing with him or just lay on the sand. I said that I'd love it if we'll just stay on the hammock tied between the two coconut trees. He let me stay in the hammock, and I fell asleep (in the dream). Then my alarm went off again. Damn this alarm.

So last night, I decided not to set my alarm because there's a part of me that wishes to see him again and maybe see his face too. Lucky me, I didn't dream of him last night and I was almost late for work because I overslept, and because some pathetic loser DID NOT SET HER ALARM.

An Open Letter to Pepeng

Dear Pepeng,

You know we Filipinos are very hospitable but I'm really sorry, we can't accomodate you this time, it is known that your brother Ondoy just visited us last weekend and we have already given him almost everything we've got, even some of our loved ones and we are still coping with our loss.

Can you please skip our country and maybe go to South China sea instead? I know it's not as big as the Pacific Ocean where you came from but maybe you'll love it there. Who knows, right? Maybe a little fun under the sun will do you good.

I am hoping you'll grant my little request.

Your friend,

Kristin

Reverie

As much as possible I keep my mind from wandering when I'm off to bed, having no thoughts at all makes me drift off to sleep easily. But when I'm riding my way to work, that's when I let my thoughts go wandering.

Sometimes I think about having the coolest job ever, like being paid to travel the world, there are also times when I think about how I should've acted or reacted on situations that already happened. And often times I think about my dream job, and dream life. There's a dream job but of course it won't guarantee us the life that we dream about, but I still think about it. Who cares? These are my thoughts anyways!

So back to my thoughts today. I'm a rockstar. I was riding in a limo from the Ritz Hotel where I'm staying in London to the concert venue, the O2 arena. When I got off the limo, paparazzi were everywhere! And all the press were there hoping to score even a minute with me. The security had a hard time ushering me backstage, the crowd was mad! AfterI got backstage, I got ready. Had my costume and make-up and tuned my guitar, the concert was about to start. I was told by the production assistant that I'm on. I went center stage, just when I was about to start singing I heard a fan sigh "Oh my god", or so I thought. That's where I was pulled from my reverie. I realized I'm not in a limo nor going to MY concert, no fans waiting, cheering and screaming for me but I'm on a shuttle on my way to work, where my deskful of reports that needs to be done is waiting for me.

I don't know why I wrote this entry but I think part of me wants you to know what I dream about and how carried away I am sometimes with my thoughts. I don't really know. But one thing I'm sure about, I dream a lot! And I think that's the only way that I can be anything that I want to be.

I Love NYC

I went home for a week to contemplate over some things, unfortunately no contemplation was done back home. But I did just this past week. I've been thinking of leaving my job (again) but this time it's for real, no more cold feet and whatever it is that held me back before. My friend Joannie asked me to move to NYC with her next year, we'll be roomies for a while maybe until I can find a job that will be able to pay for a descent apartment. She's been asking me forever to move to the states, the other year she asked me to move in with her, but due to financial instability on my part (blame it on shopping and trips to wherever) I wasn't able to do so. But this time I'm kind of prepared already. I've been saving up for a while now, mind you no new expensive stuff for me this year (except for the shoes that I already paid and pre-ordered last year), and my mom is also on board about me moving to NYC. She promised to pay for my fare back home if ever I won't make it there, but I'm positive and crossing my fingers that I'll make it, not just make it but make it BIG in the BIG APPLE.

I always love New York, I love the weather there. I grew up in a tropical country but I sure love the four seasons! And I don't know if it's just me but I think the women there are very fashionable, very NY chic! And I won't mind taking the subways, walking five blocks or more nor the blaring sirens in the middle of the night. Moving in to the big city is a big step for me, but this is a once in a lifetime chance I really need to take this. So what if I won't make it there, I can always find my way back home and shrug it off and say "at least I tried".

I am so excited about this that I don't spend my money anymore on anything 'cute' or 'nice' that I see. And I don't go out that much anymore, I spend most of my spare time in my room reading or having a DVD marathon of SATC and Gossip Girl. See, even my choices of TV programs are/were filmed in the city.

I am not expecting to go the SATC way, but maybe something similar. I'm not looking for love in NYC but I'm definitely looking for labels! We all know the biggest flagship stores of the biggest fashion labels are there. And definitely looking forward to Saks Fifth Avenue and Barneys New York! I know they're stores are bigger in NYC than in LA.

Ok stop. I need to focus on saving up first before drowning my hard earned money on all the designer stuff.

And by the way, the thing that sealed the deal? I took 2 different quizzes in facebook about "Where you should live" and "What state in the US you should live" and both resulted to New York City. I know it's lame but it only shows that I'll fit in New York. :)

Home Is Where The Heart Is

I'm back! Not only here in Blogger but also in the city and definitely at work. I went home last Saturday (18th) in the province for my dad's (my grandfather) birthday. I think the one-week break made me better physically, emotionally, spiritually as well as financially (thanks my dear family). When I was home, all I did was just eat, sleep and swimming almost everyday. I really had a great time. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to bond with one of my favorite people: my youngest cousin Krizle. She wasn't able to come home because of her summer internship. I only got to spend an hour with her when they sent me off at the airport.

I'm missing dad and mom, my momma, my aunts and cousins. Our gathering for our dad's birthday is not as fun as it used to because we're not complete. My brother and three cousins as well as my three nieces weren't there. But still it's fun. Just seeing some of our family members is fun enough for me.

It's just ironic because when I'm here in the city I always wish to come home, but when I was there I realized that the province is not my home anymore. It's our family's home but this city is my home now, it feels homier here than anywhere else. Maybe because I made this my home myself.

Why I'm Not Updating?

I'm blaming Plurk and Facebook. :p

Don't really have to think of something to write, all you got to do is just spew words! Hahaha.