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Monday, February 28, 2005
On Thursday...
... I will be flying back to my homeland!!! I am both excited and a bit hesitant. It's still very cold here in HK and I'll be travelling back to a place where it is twenty or so degrees hotter. I also don't want to be far from -r- for more than a day... yep, I am still addicted to him.
It would be great to see old friends, though. One of them is getting married and I am honored that me and my daughter get to be a part of it. I would also see my province again... I'd be stumbling through the dialect as I haven't spoken it for a looonngg time. I do hope I get to enjoy my time there and not be bombarded by the usual financial whining of the 'rents and exclamations of "Nagtambok ka!" Anyway, I still intend to have the time of my life. A bit of a girls' night out, a brief "date" with an ex (probably) and a wedding. Not bad at all. -prescribed by-  @6:41 PM -0 came for therapy session-
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Trip to Buddha
Last Feb. 12, we decided to take my visiting sisters to Lantau Island to see the Big Buddha. It took 30 minutes by train from HK Island to Lantau and an hour's bus ride from the train station to the Big Buddha.
When we arrived, I was a bit hesitant to climb all the way up. It was waaayy too high for an asthmatic.  I gave it a try anyway... Good thing it was still winter, I didn't break a sweat at all. As we climbed up, I could hear my sister panting heavily behind me... she really was out of shape. She was cranky all the way up.  I gave out a whoop of victory as we reached the top.  After posing for various photo ops, we enjoyed the view from up there... the sun was just setting and everything seems to be quieting down.  Finally, we said our goodbyes to the Big Buddha and travelled back to HK Island for some much needed dinner.  -prescribed by- @2:03 PM -0 came for therapy session-
Thursday, February 03, 2005
To my marshmallow
(i know that your birthday isn't in a few days, but with the sisters visiting and the holidays coming up, i probably wouldn't have time enough to do this... happy birthday, babe.)
It's been, what... almost a decade now, and I'm still wondering how I ended up with you. Not that it's a bad thing... you weren't just what I expected. When I was just a wee little girl, I imagined my Prince Charming to be, well, Prince Charming. He would sweep me off my feet, serenade me and pamper me like the princess that I was. Friends would be green with envy as they see how romantic he is. As I hit puberty, I was certain that this Prince Charming was Joey McIntyre of New Kids on the Block. Lord knows how many times I've rewound and fast forwarded the tape with Please Don't Go Girl (yes, CDs were still a rare thing back then, so were mp3 players, but my Walkman was a permanent accessory). As New Kids (and the Walkman) went out of style, Joe McIntyre would be replaced by Leonardo diCaprio, whom I predicted will fall for my witty sense of humor and my poetry. Then he did Titanic and everyone started singing that song by Celine... yechh. Other guys came my way... yes, real guys and not fantastical. There was one whom I was intrigued by, there were a couple who were mistakes, a brief stint with Orlando Bloom, Dan Radcliffe and an (ongoing) affair with Hugh Jackman... then, there was him. You pretend you don't want to talk about him, but I know you're not bothered by him. I really thought I would end up with him and you would be my college fling. BAM!!!That hit me out of nowhere. You happened and you were not in my plans. Chaos ensued... and with all the confusion and drama, I kept on wondering why I couldn't let you go. Gawd knows being a romantic is a mystery to you. You certainly astonished me with your dance moves... as for serenading... well... you're definitely unique. If I had my checklist for the ideal man, I could only think of two things where you pass... that you're taller than me and that you're not a sports fanatic. Aside from all that, loving you made me go through heaven and hell at the same time. You would disappoint me and, still, surprise me. I could hate you so much and, yet, I find myself giving you a second (and third and fourth... and so on) chance. My college fling became the love of my life. How is that possible? There are still days when I wonder... 'you, who is now soft and cuddly like a marshmallow, how did I end up with you?' Could it be because you spoil me? You understand me? You've been faithful? You (sometimes) treat me like a queen? All of the above? To answer this, I borrow Pablo Neruda's words: I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving. Happy birthday, my marshmallow. Keep on making me wonder... |
 
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