You and Me

Sometimes, I'm such a dork. I really don't know what I'm doing, or most of the time, got my head in the clouds dreaming farfetch thoughts. And when I plan things, things like having the perfect outing, presenting a great gift or even just a usual stroll to the mall, I generally botch things up. Why? I don't really know. Shakespeare's answer to that, to paraphrase him, is "I don't know. It's a mystery."

I admit I'm pretty lucky. A good job, a great family, and in the company of diverse and very good friends. But being lucky isn't enough. It's like I'm missing something. Or if I put it in a melodramatic tone, I'd say that a piece of my soul has been lost Or that my soul has been flawed from the beginning and needed something to sharpen its edges and bring out its luxury.

Then I found you. Sure you had some rough edges yourself but I believed that I sharpened those as you had with mine. We brought out the best in each other, and rarely thankfully, the worst in us. But I'd like to think of it as a identifying chink to each of our soul, and we used each to cover those chinks. In the end, those souls interlinked to become something more beautiful, with sharpened edges and luxury refined. A thing of beauty indeed.

I guess what I'm to say is that I never met anyone who made me the best of what I am, who complemented my virtues and hid my flaws. Because you, Ronstadt Fernandez, my love, my girl, made me a better man.

Will you marry me?











State of Mind: Bliss
Song of the Day: Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows
Now Reading: High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
When?!: November/December

No Time For Anything

:::The Writing Continues...:::

I started doing the Nanowrimo thing. My story is a mix of urban fantasy and alternate history with dash of horror and suspense. Hopefully, I'll be able to share parts of the story here, as I have only the prologue and the first chapter done. Lots of groundwork to do, lots of thinking to uncover. All in all, pretty much smooth sailing. A part of the premise is that a man is sanctioned by the Catholic Church to protect Manila from the beasts of the folklore; be it from the tikbalangs, the kapres etc. And it would have been easy except that these monsters are all shapeshifters, you never know that the smiling banker approving your loan is actually a shaman from the Dugung Asul Tribe, and silently jotting down your personal information so he and his friends can pay you a personal visit.

Now back to the man. This man was reborn, released from a curse during the reign of Solayman. He was a bodyground of the king, a Halimaw Hunter. And one day, he was discovered off the coast of Sulu, taken in by the local priest there, and from then on, learned to accept his new life gruadually.

The story takes place after ten years into he was released from the curse. Hopefully I'll get it done by the end of the month, right now, although I got my plot and characters in, I'm running a little behind schedule. Fingers crossed.

:::Happy Wishes!:::

Last week we celebrated my Lola's 80th birthday. It was a blast seeing all of my cousins together in one place. We practically grew up together, so were very close, and as the oldest apo I had to take care of them before. Now that we're all grown up, there's less time to see other but we do cherish those rare moments. And having my Lola's birthday to boot was almost as perfect as it gets ( my other three cousins weren't able to make it, sayang ). All in all, it was a blast.



State of Mind: Mind Numbing Workload
Song of the Day:
Book of the Week: Stardust by Neil Gaiman
Want or Need: Time for Planning (?!)