To my true love

I am sorry if I have not-so-mildmood swings. At times, you may see me very quiet and only silence will be heardfrom me. But don’t worry, most of the time, I will make you smile until our laughter hits every corners of the room.

I have great appetite for food. And by great, I mean I eat ‘til I bloat. I’d rather have you cook something forme, than buying me gadgets. Let’s not goshopping but food-tripping. You might want me to have something to keep as aremembrance you may say, and that is when the camera gets into the scene. Let’shave a cheap. I know where to buy best deals. Don’t worry about all theseexpenses, on my pay-day, we’ll do the same, but it’ll be on me.

When the right time comes and ifever you decide to propose to me a marriage, don’t be too cheesy and fancy.Bringing me to a restaurant then having a cake for dessert with a ring in itwould spoil all the fun in eating. It wouldn’t really work for me that way. Youmay do it with some close friends or relatives around but not in public unlessyou want to be the face of shame if ever I am not yet ready to say YES.

I may sound too demanding saying these but I am not really telling you what to or not to do. I just want to show you that I am not one of those women who are easily swayed with all the material things in the world.

Maybe we haven’t met yet, but one thing is for sure, if ever we bump to each other one day and realize that the gaps between my fingers were meant to be filled with yours (ang heavy netooo!), I promise to love you for a lifetime, not only because God brought you into this world for me, but because I feel for you. I’ll see you soon.

Much love,

Shasta

I AM NO MANILA GIRL

This post does not intend to offend preppies of Manila.

It was during my first year in college when I experienced culture shock. I have lived in Manila for almost thirteen years that made my classmates call me MANILA GIRL when I transferred to Nueva Vizcaya to study. Well, I never really like it when people call me that. There's this common and usual impression of people especially girls who live in Manila that they are sosy to the point that some think they are symbols of kaartehan. And being maarte meant something negative. This is one reason why some of my classmates were not really comfortable approaching me at first but they then realized that that not all who lived in and comes from Manila is such thing.

TRIVIA: Some who grew up in the province are even way more more more maarte than my friends in Manila. I know some, who are soooo in-denial of knowing our dialect, Ilokano, when they actually lived in the province since like for forever.They will all be like, "Di naman ako nakakaintindi ng Ilokano eh." Pagsasampalin kaya kita! I even had a classmate who planned to wear a pair of high-heeled footwear on our field trip. A smart fashionista would not do that, unless carry talaga niya.

Sometimes, these things pisses me off. But okay, a world is a stage and it has characters and one good tip, be yourself! Try hard, but not too much and be somebody else. It sucks. Really.

Much love,

Shasta