"THE ONE"

"I am not expecting, demanding, asking nor would i have you wishing i were "the one". That's really not your wish to make. That's my role to fill." ---Paolo Toledo

PREACH. IT!!!!!! Shit. High-five man! Sheesh! I am so in love with this fucking line. It is a POWER. LINE. God. (Baby. Are you reading this? You are a fucking genius.) I love what you said. So much.... I wanna make love to it. Yeah. That's it. I wanna make love to this brilliant fucking insight and have babies with it. I want more brilliant baby insights.

Jeez fucking louise.

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(Then aforementioned genius boyfriend whose brilliant insights I would want to have babies with continues on by saying...)

"I want to and will try my best to be the one for you. You and Psyche. Or at least to be who and what i can be and hope that it will be deserving enough for you to choose me to be "the one". Although i have apprehensions in believing in the intangible aspect of having someone out there - one specific person in the whole melting pot - as "the one" who has been made for and destined to be perfect for you since the dawn of life, do know that i believe that (as with love) "the one" is a choice. A mold that we have and how people will try to fit into that mold, or at least close to it. And how we will also adjust THAT mold along the way, as we experience life and other people.

All until we find someone that fits well into the mold because we actually adjusted it for them...because we want them to fit. And without any effort nor struggle. It's a choice we make. How one chooses to try to be the one, and how the other chooses to accept the former as such."


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Today is my first "monthsary" with my boyfriend.

Yes.

I know.

It is stupid.

And I. don't. care.

Because I am FUCKING elated. And I take great pride and joy in the triviality of that stupid announcement.

Because he and I reached one month together. One beautiful month. And I waited to have this month happen. To have more months happen the way this past month happened. And I am not sorry. And I am relieved. And I am grateful. And I am secretly patting myself on the back and whispering under my breath, "Good job, Michelle! You are fucking awesome, and one lucky little slizzle."


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And I know I owe my lovestory.

And I'll get to it. I promise.

***I have a crush on him in this picture    ----------------------------->

Yeah. =P

But right now, I just want to live my lovestory a little longer before I have to sit down without him just to write about him and me.

Right now... I just want to share how happy I am.

I hope that's ok.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR, NICK?

"GO AFTER HER. FUCK, DON’T SIT THERE AND WAIT FOR HER TO CALL, GO AFTER HER BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT YOU SHOULD DO IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, DON’T WAIT FOR THEM TO GIVE YOU A SIGN CAUSE IT MIGHT NEVER COME, DON’T LET PEOPLE HAPPEN TO YOU, DON’T LET ME HAPPEN TO YOU, OR HER, SHE’S NOT A FUCKING TELEVISION SHOW OR TORNADO. THERE ARE PEOPLE I MIGHT HAVE LOVED HAD THEY GOTTEN ON THE AIRPLANE OR RUN DOWN THE STREET AFTER ME OR CALLED ME UP DRUNK AT FOUR IN THE MORNING BECAUSE THEY NEED TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW AND BECAUSE THEY CANNOT REGRET THIS AND I ALWAYS THOUGHT I’D BE THE ONLY ONE DOING CRAZY THINGS FOR PEOPLE WHO WOULD NEVER GIVE ENOUGH OF A FUCK TO DO IT BACK OR TO ACT LIKE IDIOTS OR BE ENTIRELY VULNERABLE AND HONEST AND MAKING SOMEONE FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU IS EASY AND FLYING 3000 MILES ON FOUR DAYS NOTICE BECAUSE YOU CAN’T JUST SIT THERE AND DO  NOTHING AND BREATHE INTO TELEPHONES IS NOT EVERYONE’S IDEA OF LOVE BUT IT IS THE WAY I CAN RECOGNIZE IT BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I DO. GO SCREAM IT AND BE WITH HER IN MEANINGFUL WAYS BECAUSE THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND THAT IS GENEROUS AND THAT IS WHAT LOVING SOMEONE IS, THAT IS RAW AND THAT IS UNGUARDED, AND THAT IS ALL THAT IS WORTH ANYTHING, REALLY."

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"Nick" is merely a representation of every single guy too scared to do ANYTHING about it. Whatever (or whoever) "it" may be.

Note: Nick is a fictional character. A figment of my imagination. (Promise)

He makes me feel...

like a million dollar bill.


Preach it, Ms. Houston.

Much ado about nothing.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

--- Pablo Neruda

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Guess you can't really blog about being in love when you're busy being in it. *shrugs*

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On that note...

I'll talk about something else.

Like... facebook. (once again)

Disclaimer: This is not out of hate or social snobbishness.

So...

What's up with the whole "being someone's 'facebook friend'" phenomenon? I mean, I really don't understand this (ok, maybe it's because I don't have an "FB" but still). Like... you (or in this case, I) say something like... "Oh hey it's nice to have met you, glad you know my sister, I'll tell her we met, what's your name again?" and the person replies something like, "Oh I'm __________, yeah I don't know if she remembers me but we're friends on facebook so just tell her."

Like... seriously???? This actual response has found its way into our vocabulary and daily tete-a-tete?!

When did this happen???

When did people start considering a personal relationship a personal one on FB??? It's like... knowing someone's personal life, impersonally... and that's what makes it personal all of a sudden by society's standards.

Gosh.

I wish I could say something like, "Yeah, Johnny Depp is my "neighbor" on multiply. I totally know the guy."

I. Totally. Wish.

------------------------------> I'd like to "facebook friend" me up some o' that... (Hahahaha!)

And... and... and...

How do you really get to know someone by way of "status message"?

(Yesterday, my lovely FB obsessed little sister sends me a text message on how some douchebag-poser-wanna-be-filipino who thinks being filipino is to wear a barong, drink redhorse and tanduay and point with your mouth (what a douche, right?) COMMENTED on her status about her calling the red paint she bought to paint her room "communist china red" paint.)

Apparently, he said something like, "I think Valentino Red is a better term."

As a result---

Beloved sister was annoyed out of her mind. (As aforementioned poser "white" guy wanna-be Filipino has already made some other obnoxious comment on a past status message.)

Can't you "remove friend" or "block" people like that? (Or better yet, have that particular dude deported back to a Obamaland, a country which he obviously gets NO love from.)

But I digress...

I. still. don't. get. it. *sigh*

***And as I'm rereading this... I noticed that even at this point... I still don't have a point. But I'm hoping y'all find one in there somewhere.

But yeah. People tell me "it's fun!" and that I would've gotten a boyfriend earlier had I put an account up.

*shrugs*

Now even though this would be an impeccable time to talk about how "cool" I am by not having a facebook and furthermore sharing my "awesome" relationship by way of not having a facebook...

I'm hung-over.

And I have a stiff neck.

So I am going to end this semi-pointless blog by saying...

If we can't completely un-succumb ourselves to this age of digitalization...

I think an "email" is the best courtship tool EVER.

(a far second to the actual hand-written love letter... but second, nonetheless.)

***And that had absolutely no connection to my Facebook rant about "facebook friends and status messages" but I wanted to say it anyway because... I wanted to be romantic and cute.

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I noticed that I kinda went "quotation mark"-happy.

"Sorry."

And... I was totally kidding about the whole "I'm cool because I don't have a facebook part" (but only that as my relationship is pretty awesome right now, esp. w/o FB). Perhaps... I am just a "social snob." And that's not really all that cool at all.

Damned disclaimer.

A GIFT FOR PSYCHE.

                                    I just want to make this little girl happy. *sigh*






***But I seriously don't know what to get her for Christmas. =(

(I could marry Barney... or one of the Backyardigans. But that relationship won't last for very long, I'm sure.)

TECH SUPPORT

Someone SERIOUSLY has to change this. (Even though... it seemed like a good idea at the time.)

http://gadgetsmagazine.com.ph/content/ms-michelle-callanta-lifestyle-editor

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS...

***Disclaimer: I am not want of anything. I have been blessed so much already this year, what with a loving family, awesome friends, a ridiculously beautiful and savant-like daughter, amazing colleagues, a kick-ass job, a lovely home, food on the table, and a really really good guy worthy enough to keep me acquiescently on that proverbial "ball and chain." (Got me one of those just before Christmas, hahaha. =)

But hey, I TOTALLY wouldn't mind having ANY of the following for Christmas.

 

 

 

Christmas Wishlist:

 

1.    Janylin Silver Pumps

 

2.       The Spa GCs

3.       Lip Plumper

4.       Queen-sized bedsheet set

5.       Wacoal bras

6.       Oldschool Levi’s Type One Jeans

7.       Maybelline liquid foundation

8.       More taffeta dresses!

9.       A nice wallet

10.   A 50ml bottle of Acqua de Gio

11.   A dishrack / dryer

12.   A lot of bottles of Asti's

13.   A nice pair of Jackie-O shades

14.   An assortment of black hipster underwear

15.   A body pillow

16.   Flipflops (from Flojos)

17.   A two-piece from Speedo

18.   A pair of fresh-look contact lenses (they're buy one-take one)

19.   A huge-ass sturdy heavy-duty black purse

20.   An array of lovely long false lashes

 

 

And these...

Well...

These are the things my dad could probably get me if I... ask really really nicely.

 

 

1.       No-frost refrigerator

2.       Lenovo Ideacenter

3.       PSP Slim with that Zuma game in it!!!

4.       A black leather sofa bed

5.       Asus Eee PC or any other netbook

6.       Any flat screen tv

7.       Samsung IT100 with the beauty shot function

8.       Nokia 6700

9.       THAT STEAM OVEN FROM THE HOME SHOPPING NETWORK!!!

10.   A paint job for my car (black)

 

***And maybe... a plane ticket to LA. *tee-hee* (I hope Luis is reading this. HAHAHAHA!)