Saccharine Irony

This site is a compilation of fluid thoughts, a collection of poetry, random glimpses of humor and tragedy, spontaneous notions of an extremely sensitive mind.

Got It! October 27, 2009

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Dead Until Dark on my bookshelf 🙂

I got the first book of the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris as a birthday present from my very good friend Nashy. I also got a gorgeous scarf as a pasalubong from her recent trip to Baguio. I’ve been wanting to buy the first book of the series for so long, but I’m so thrilled now that I got it for an early birthday present. With my birthday only a mere 3 days away, I have no expectations whatsoever. I do plan to have a good time and to blow a candle on my birthday cake. I’ve already made early morning plans with a friend, whom I’ll be spending my birthday breakfast with. And except for the birthday dinner and happy hour with the family, I’ve made no other plans so far.

Well, there will be no roses or sweet-nothings this year I guess, but I think I’ll be fine. I hope so. I never thought I’d be able to say this conviction in my lifetime, but now I can: Even with a broken heart, life can still be grand. Jessica Zafra got it right, nobody dies of a broken heart.  It’s actually a case of swallowing the bitter pill for me, since I was the one responsible for getting my heart splintered in the first place. I can only wish for forgiveness and love on my birthday, but I am not in the position to say that I deserve it now, or if I still deserve it period. Missing my cheri is all I ever do these days, but I know I’ll get by. After all, everything has a time under heaven.

In the meantime, I have Charlaine Harris to keep me company. I’m still on the first few pages, but already I’m looking forward to more books.

Wish me a happy birthday, will you! 🙂

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I Just Need To October 22, 2009

Filed under: confessions,Women — Aimee @ 3:39 pm
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Stop for a while and take a few deep breaths. This whirlwind existence is interesting, but pretty exhausting.  I miss my lazy weekends, movie and DVD marathons, books and hot chocolate, leisurely me-time, and some belly dancing classes in the evenings. I miss having unplanned dates with someone who loves to hold my hand and smell my hair. I miss taking my dog to the beach. Heck, I even miss doing the laundry during quiet Sunday afternoons.

And even with all these chaos, I still plan to take up some Web Design and Dreamweaver courses and an English writing-related diploma course next semester. What am I thinking? It’s almost November. As if all the holiday rush, year-end parties, and gift hunting deadlines are not crazy enough. As if I am not stressed enough.

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breathing

Well, breathing is enough for now. 🙂

 

Songs That Take Me Back September 8, 2009

Filed under: that funny love thang — Aimee @ 3:22 pm
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Second post for tonight. Am sleepy but couldn’t resist blogging. Anyway, as I was reading and drinking my smoothie in my secret cafe today, Phil Collin’s You Can’t Hurry Love began playing on the CD. It’s a happy upbeat song, but during that late afternoon, I think the song was played just for me.

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You Can’t Hurry Love

I need love, love
Ooh, ease my mind
And I need to find time
Someone to call mine;

My mama said
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
But its a game of give and take
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
Just trust in a good time
No matter how long it takes

How many heartaches must I stand
Before I find the love to let me live again
Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on
When I feel my strength, ooh, its almost gone

I remember mama said
You cant hurry love
No youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How muck more must I take
Before loneliness
Will cause my heart, heart to break

No, I cant bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that i, I cant go on
Well these precious words keep me hanging on

Refrain

Now love, love dont come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
Hold me tight
I keep waiting
Ooh, till that day
But it aint easy (love dont come easy)
No, you know it aint easy

My mama said
You cant hurry love
No, youll just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take…

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And then as my friend and I were having dinner (after our one-hour jog) at some outdoor chicken grille restaurant, a song from England Dan and John Ford Coley came blasting from the speakers.

Yes mon cheri, I do miss you, wherever you are, and I’d really love to see you tonight.

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I’d Really Love to See You Tonight

Hello, yeah it’s been awhile
Not much, how ’bout you
I’m not sure why I called
I guess I really just wanted
To talk to you…

I was thinking maybe later on
we could get together for a while
It’s been such a long time
and I really do miss your smile…

**Chorus
I’m not talking ’bout movin’ in
and I don’t want to change your life
but there’s a warm wind blowin’ the stars around
and I’d really love to see you tonight…

We could go walkin’ through a windy park
take a drive along the beach
or stay home and watch T.V.
you see it really doesn’t matter much to me…

repeat chorus**

I won’t ask for promises
so you don’t have to lie
we both played that game before
say I love you then say goodbye…

I’m not talking ’bout movin’ in
and I don’t want to change your life
but there’s a warm wind blowin’ the stars around
and I’d really love to see you tonight…

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Off to bed now.

 

Petra Means Rock

Filed under: books,Saccharine thoughts — Aimee @ 3:08 pm
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41ZN07GRMFL._SL500_AA240_I began reading the story of Petra Nemcova, a Czech supermodel, today. The book, titled Love Always, Petra,  is one of the hardcovers which I got on bargain at the National Bookstore, chronicling Petra Nemcova’s journey from her early years in communist Czechoslovakia to the glamorous world of modelling in her teen years. The book is an autobiographical account which includes her near-death experience in the 2004 tsunami of Thailand, and how she lost the love of her life during the tragedy. I’m still a few chapters shy of finshing Mansfield Park, and although I’m all excitement reading about Mr. Crawford’s proposal to Fanny Price, curiosity got the better of me and I just had to read just a bit about Petra’s story. I never thought that I’d be hooked. So I’m putting Austen on hold for now, though I’m pretty sure not for very long.

Today I got holed up in my favorite cafe again, which has become some sort of secret place for me. I was meeting with a friend there, before heading off to the jogging tracks for a one-hour run, and then dinner someplace else. Because I wanted some alone time again and because I wanted to read Petra’s story in peace, I came a few minutes earlier, ordered a fruit smoothie, and got buried in the story not long after. My friend came a bit late complaining of the traffic, but I did not mind at all. Of course I was happy to see her, after a few months of not catching up, and it was all girls’  chitchat and laughter from then on.

But now I’m back to reading Petra’s story, and I admire the girl’s reslience, faith, and strength.  We all seem to have the silly idea that most super models are shallow creatures. Petra however is something else. I had sensed this, even before finishing her story.

 

Retail Therapy: Converse Sneakers August 21, 2009

Filed under: Fashion,Faves — Aimee @ 1:15 pm
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converse-one-star-ox-2Because I have been feeling a bit blue and bruised lately, I decided to pamper myself this holiday weekend. Actually, I have long been putting off buying myself a new pair of sneakers, convinced that my favorite black and pink Nike’s is going to last for another year or so. However, however, I sighted a pair of Converse One Star Ox sneakers for women on sale this afternoon. The pull was too irresistible for a hopeless shopaholic like myself,  so after a few minutes of haggling (with no success, because the item was already on sale!) I finally made the purchase. The sneakers  is actually made from suede leather, done in a rich beige color, with a little orange star as an accent. I’m kind of eyeing the white leather Converse as well, with dainty pink lines and stars on either side. Hmmm, maybe on my next visit very soon.

Why the sudden fixation with sneaks? I don’t know. I just want to try something different for now. The other week, I cropped my hair to a bob cut. Wearing sneaks, baby tees, and sling bags had been my standard outfit the summer after I graduated from college, when I finally felt free and independent, and totally in my element. Now that someone is messing with my heart, I want to feel the same kind of power and freedom as I did before, cropped hair, jeans, sneaks, and everything in between.

Actually, I don’t care about emptying my savings account and going berserk at my favorite shops and boutiques. A broken heart sometimes does that to you, you know.  😦

 

The Pastry Chef Wannabe August 15, 2009

Filed under: confessions,Saccharine thoughts — Aimee @ 6:36 am
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I wanted to be a pastry chef so much I used to make mud cakes and sand muffins on late afternoon summers  in my childhood. My mom had a garden filled with a few flowering plants and orchids, white pebbles scattered everywhere, and lots of dark loam soil. I used to tear the leaves and flowers off plants so I can chop them and pretend I was tossing a salad, but nothing excited me more than  scooping soft earth with my bare hands and placing them in little molding containers like Coca Cola bottle caps and discarded, old Tupperwares.

If I had my way, I will enroll myself at the Center for Culinary Arts, take up a diploma culinary course in New York, and learn everything about the world’s finest cuisines, from exotic Creole food to the sophisticated Italian delicacies. Nonetheless, I think my weekend baking classes is a small step in the right direction. While the classes are not really CCA-esque and the facilities are not exactly first-rate, these will suffice for now. Today we made delicious pineapple and cashew boat tarts, after the orange chiffon cake and icing of last week. Next week will be sweet dough rolls or ensaymada, topped with generous pats of butter and lots of shredded cheese.

Which got to me to thinking that perhaps pastry chefs are among the happiest folks this side of the cosmos. 🙂

 

So… August 14, 2009

Filed under: confessions,Sarcasm — Aimee @ 2:04 pm
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… I went to the dentist today and almost lost consciousness. The pain had felt like someone was pulling your jaw bone out. It’s a good thing thought it did not persist for more than 5 seconds. Still, I am quite embarrassed to admit today that I almost bawled my eyes out on the dental chair. But as a 27 year old adult pain is no excuse for crying (OH WOW, did I just write that?). My next appointment is still 2 weeks away, but already I am dreading it, as if the next jaw-pulling horror is gonna happen in the next hour or so. 😦