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  I can’t seem to contain my excitement anymore. It is hardly past 2:00 in the afternoon and yet my work station has never looked as tidy as before. While I still have a handful of tasks to carry out for the day, my spirit’s off to Puerto del Sol already… my hands willingly stacking files left and right as if trying to catch up with my thoughts. This is precisely why I despise lazy Friday afternoons. More often than not, it turns me into one lazy, useless moron… whose only desire is to break free from the daily grind of corporate woe … whose only reason for existence is the promise of 48 hours in tsinelas after nearly 40 gruelling hours in a pair of cutesy pumps. If only thoughts could kill, I would have been convicted, years ago, for slaughtering innocent, diligent (pardon my word) minions who are still at it….like an Energizer bunny …at quarter past five. How could they at such ungodly afternoons? But this is me… and these are nothing but my absurd thoughts. I never hated any of my more professional colleagues…. I may have cursed them at one time or another alright… but I always had the highest respect for them…. knowing that it will take more than 10 pairs of tsinelas to bribe me into it. ****As an afterthought (just in case any of my superiors ever get to read this)…I wrote this Friday afternoon while on break. But since I only got to post it today, that still makes me a busy worker bee ….right?

2005.05.04 (reposted)

Enzo spent a tad too long at swimming school this morning, while I sat there, basking under the glorious heat of the summer sky, baking myself to a good golden tan. I was enjoying the whole exercise, sitting there, watching him synchronise his breathing with his strokes when I realized I had a full shirt on. Worse, only my face had SPF. And so, with only rich, scented lotion and not a trace of tan amplifier or tanning oils on my arms and legs, I grudgingly earned my 2nd set of tan lines today. Now, I can readily pose for Glamour Magazine’s famous Do’s and Dont’s… as a classic epitome of how not gain a sunkissed look…with swimwear lines on my shoulders all the way to my back (acceptable), to shirt lines on my arms (unacceptable) and demarcation lines on my  thighs, thanks to my trusty pair of blue shorts (now that’s totally unacceptable). But then again, partially tanned as I am, I still feel proud as ever, what with matching Havaianas marks on my tired weary feet completing my entire island goddess look? If only tan lines could capture details… like the Brazil flag on my pair of whites… I would have…. oh well… enough said!

2005.05.03 (reposted)

I so adore summer…. and the sultriness of its season…there is this nostalgic wistfulness about it that makes me long for those languid afternoons playing by the roadside creek enroute to my mama’s remote ilocos village…. or for dusty country rides in my papa’s little jeepney…. that 1940’s 4×4 that never failed to turn many a manileños heads with its clanky motormouth and its carefully slow but bumpy presence on the road. These all helped define my youth … and they will forever make me long for summer days in my papa’s old jeepney….wishing we still had it today … to make our beach trips doubly fun than how they are these days…………. (can’t believe i had fringes at age 8…..)

2005.04.21 (reposted)

Yep…i did it… I finally lived up to the name I so hesitantly earned years back… and managed to pull things through into my very own space … my very own bravesoul blog! Heck… I would have done it a few months back, except that I was too immersed in a hodge-pudge of fleeting thoughts and was, for the longest time, debating between allowing my inner character to shine through…. or settling for the incorrigibly bubbly gab to keep up the front. But then again, I realized one can never hide behind a glassy front and so I just hit the keys and let my fingers carry me through …. be it a soulful thought or a senseless gab taking precedence over the other…. what matters most, I guess, is the process one goes through…. from ceremoniously releasing pent up angst to carelessly rambling about things gone sour…. all the way to the immensely liberating ritual of basking in the blinding lights of joyful thoughts, enriching travels, indulging child-talk, lazy afternoon walks, or just about anything that makes me truly quip… "life’s a beach!" Cie la vie!

2005.04.19 (reposted)