At a Crossroads (yet again)

(CAVEAT: very long post)

I've known for quite a while how life is a journey, and that there are bumpy roads, crossroads; it involves losing our way, finding our way back, slowing down and stepping on it like there's no tomorrow.

Mine seemed to have spiralled early this year and halted this July. With the trip to Paris for my 28th birthday as the peak, I suddenly found myself having to rethink everything. As in EVERYTHING. The options I have, and the possibilities for the future. All is as uncertain as it can get. Losing my job may be bad, but it also is a turning point. Here I am once again. I need to set my priorities straight and ask myself: What is it really, that I would give anything (and everything) to have? What is it that I am willing to sacrifice and work pretty damn hard to get to?

People around me from all parts of the world have different takes on my options - which is a great thing, I see a lot of perspectives that way. But I know at the end of the day, it is my own decision to make, and mine alone. The reason for my troubles is not something I can control. Quite simply, my Visa that allows me to work full time in the UK is expiring by September 2010, a year and a bit from this day. (and mind you, the system in the UK is no piece of cake) A year can be both a long time and a short time coming depending on perspective. Right now, I see it as an opportunity. However, as early as now, I need to define which road to take. Otherwise, I risk not having a road to journey on at all. Right this instant, this much is clear: I need to make a choice. Because I need to start preparing myself.

Here are the options I have:
1. Take up MBA in the UK
2. Take up culinary in Canada
3. Take up culinary classes in the Philippines
4. Work full time in UAE.

All of my choices involves countries. 3 out of 4 involves studying. All will involve life altering changes and all are likely to be career defining. No option is perfect - there are PRO's and CON's for each one. All of them involves hard work, cunning determination and steadfast passion. I have to choose well to ensure that I have the right attitude for whatever decision I end up choosing to pursue.

So, what's important NOW? Landing a job that will allow me to save ridiculous amounts of money for each of the last 12 months I got. I'm not forgeting for a minute that each of my options require money. Money is always an issue to someone like me, who, while not having to take to the streets for food, does not also have the luxury of that much options because of scarce resources. I've learned to deal and live with it. And most of the time it doesn't really bother me anymore. That's the way I've known it to be.

However, this time around I know, I NEED to save money because it will all depend on it. And then there comes the thinking that IF I do manage to save my target amount, is it really going to be worth it to spend it on something with no guarantee? I am not living an illusion. Nothing in this world has the luxury of having guarantees. Everything is but temporary and therefore, uncertain. I get that as much. But I don't want to live my life worrying about those that I cannot control. Instead, I want to focus on certain factors that I actually CAN CONTROL.

All options if ultimately chosen, will involve a great leap of faith. And if that is not enough of a scare, knowing that there will be no turning back sure is. I have to stay on that road for a while to see if it will work out. My fear right now is if I have the character, strength and the determination to see it through the very end. (the very end meaning the success). Needless to say, I am terrified. Terrified of making the wrong decision and more terrified of the prospect of falling short of the kind of person I need to be to succeed.

Also, there's this feeling that this is somehow a one last shot. I don't know entirely of what. At life? I sure hope not. I just feel a nagging intense pressure as well as a powerful need to take control of where I am headed. I also want to prove that I can power through all of these. I feel I can if I really want it bad enough. I can make something of myself - It is NEVER TOO LATE. Someone important to me said I am not getting any younger and another important person said I need to start building something in one place or else nothing will come out of me. I don't think I am running out of time. But I get their point. I get that I might end up having a family of my own and I might end up ultimately giving up my dream to take on another, or rather live by my realities.

The good thing is, I am single right now. And yes, at this instant, I appreciate the blessing of being single. Because I know that coupledom takes such hard work. Right now I mostly consider just myself and where I want and need to go - makes it less complicated than it would be if I had another person I want to be with to consider. Yet, this brings a scare too. What if I meet someone along the way, what would that mean for my journey? Would that mean that I would have to change routes to fit in another person? I don't really know if I am open minded enough for that. And that is my problem. I guess I am very self-focused right now. It's lucky that I am single.

I've been losing lots of sleep at night thinking, imagining and visualising possibilities. To be honest, one of the options always comes out clearer in my thoughts than the rest. And yet, I am not ready to admit I've chosen it. I want to keep my options open until the very time I am absolutely on the edge to make a decision.

So for now these are what's important:
1. Find a job that will allow me to save up enough
2. Take yet another IELTS exam
3. Get rid of my lazyness
4. Have an open mind
5. Believe I can do it

I have been trying to find a job since I learned I might lose my last one. But the marketplace for jobs is not in great shape at the moment. Most of the world is in the middle of recession. Tough times abound everywhere. I get that. I'm not even choosing what sort of job to go for. As long as I feel I can do it, I go for it. But ofcourse, it all depends on whether or not I will even get a call back. There's too many people out of employment; the highest percentage the British economy have seen in ages. And as if that's not enough to work against, I also have a 1 year Visa on me, making my options lesser than the ideal. But hey, I am not stopping at anything. I believe that this recession and my personal hardship can still be turned into an opportunity. So I am still at it giving every open window my best shot.

I have also contacted an exam centre for my IELTS. I want to get it over with as quickly as I can just so I can get it out of the way. I haven't heard from them yet, but I hope to finalise my test date soon. Because of course, I need to review. I need to try to get the highest possible score. I may not know many things, but this as much I know: Whatever I decide to do, I have got to try to be my very best. I cannot anymore fade into middle ground. I'm not only referring to my IELTS exam. I will also try to give it my all if I end up deciding to take up my MBA or attend the culinary class in Canada or back home in the Philippines. Also, I'd be the best employee if I decide to take up work in UAE.

I need to motivate myself, and that I can easily do. The huge challenge is staying motivated, to keep myself passionate and believing in my goal and myself. I know this because distractions happen all the time. Change happens at on its whim and there's just too much I cannot control. It is difficult to focus on your journey when you pass by lit corners and intriguing signs, and road blocks along the way. This is why maybe, I have to have a clear goal in mind. To define it to a Tee, and perhaps find the best way to get there. I have to draft a map and try to make exact computations of time, factoring in my age and any possible distractions along the way. Deal with the 'what if's' this early which will hopefully help prepare me when they do happen. I can only prepare myself too much. Also, there's too much I cannot foresee, and yet, that's also what makes it more exciting.

For now, I need to learn how to focus. To make sure each day is lived towards my goal inspite that sometimes everyday life feels so mundane, so ordinary and so uneventful. I cannot forget for a minute that each day matters. Every nick of time counts. Focus on the right things, eliminate those that are not useful.

I have a decision I will soon have to make. But first things first. How do I get from here to there?

Defeat spurs Michael Phelps to even greater feats

(Michael Phelps, left, outsprints Serbia's Milorad Cavic to win the men's 100m butterfly final at the Swimming World Championships. Photograph: Mark J Terrill/AP)

Posted by Andy Bull Wednesday 5 August 2009 16.34 BST guardian.co.uk

Defeat was the best thing that could have happened to Michael Phelps. And Phelps losing was the best thing that could have happened to the World Championships in Rome. Paul Biedermann's victory in the 200m freestyle changed the course of the entire week. It set the championships alight. And Phelps's response made for one of the most compelling pieces of sport I have ever been lucky enough to see. Watching him swim over the next five days was a privilege.

I've had a lingering headache since I saw him beat Milorad Cavic in the 100m butterfly on Saturday. My mind has been boggled ever since.

To start with, we have to go back 12 days. When Phelps arrived he felt bigger than his sport. No man is bigger than the team? Phelps was bigger than his entire profession. He defines the coverage, and transcends the passionate but parochial swimming community. He had his own press conference. Hundreds of people came. Beforehand the United States team scheduled a 30-minute conference with Ryan Lochte, Dara Torres and Aaron Peirsol. They have 25 Olympic medals between them, and they left 15 minutes early because no one had any questions. They were all there for Phelps.

When Phelps came to Rome he was 10 months down from the mountaintop. Six of those had been spent on one of the hardest-earned holidays imaginable. He could have skipped this meeting – it's not uncommon after an Olympic year. Ian Thorpe sat out Montreal 2005 after winning four medals in Athens. As Britain's Rebecca Adlington said last Sunday: "There's nothing like the Olympics, and I guess there has been a bit of a comedown."

His main reason for coming was, he said, that his mum "really wanted to see Rome. I told her I'd just fly her out here, but she said she wanted to see me swim here too".

After eight golds, that is slender motivation indeed.

In 2008 I was foolish enough to doubt Phelps. Or rather, doubt his ambitions. I had too much respect for the records. Eight golds in one Games looked impossible. He may as well have been trying to clear out the Augean Stables.

People who have not watched enough swimming will say that there are "too many events" and "too many distances". They will suggest that Phelps's wins are easier to come by than those in other sports. Yet each stroke is as different as the jumps are from the sprints in athletics, and each distance he competes at only increases the number of opponents he has to beat.

I wasn't the only doubter. Ian Thorpe was another. "I don't think he will do it, but I'd love to see it," he said. "There's a thing called competition. It won't just be one athlete that is competing." Thorpe was exactly right about that. Swimming is brutally competitive. Where he went wrong was in thinking that the ferocity of the competition would stop Phelps rather than spur him on.

Phelps wants to know he can be beaten. He thrives on that feeling. He has said as much over and over again: "I love doubters. I love all doubters. I welcome all comments. I love my competitors. The faster they swim, the quicker I go."

There are innumerable reasons why Phelps is the sportsman he is, but few define him as much as his ability to use his opponents' success to inspire him to greater achievements. "Bring it" is one of his watchwords. When it matters he "brings it" like no one else in sport.

Before Rome, it seemed he had forgotten what it meant to lose. He had not come second in a major final in four years. He had lain waste to his rivals in Beijing. He almost seemed bored because there was nothing left to conquer. Very few people genuinely thought Phelps might lose. And while he may not admit it, I'll wager he did not think it either.

Last Monday I stood in the mixed zone listening to Phelps just after he had climbed out of the pool after winning his 200m semi-final. He turned away while talking to watch Biedermann's semi-final on a nearby TV screen. As he watched the German break his championship record, Phelps's face contorted into both a sneer and a frown. I saw disbelief, scorn, and shock.

The next night, of course, Phelps lost the gold to Biedermann.

The 200m free has always been a tough race for Phelps. In his autobiography, No Limits, Phelps tells a story from when he was 12. "A kid from Delaware beat me in a 200m freestyle race. This would have been just the sort of thing that typically would have sparked a first-class goggles-throwing tantrum. Instead I felt the burn inside, then let the emotion carry me through my next swims. At that meet, I had five more events. I won all five."

After he lost to Biedermann, he had four more events. He won all four.

It was also the 200m free that cost him his shot at seven golds in Athens, when he was beaten into bronze by Thorpe and Pieter van den Hoogenband.

"That loss," he has said since, "has to be looked at as a – maybe the – defining race of my career. I stepped up and raced the best. I found out I was good, but not good enough. I had work to do."

But Biedermann was no Thorpe. Some people thought, and some headlines suggested, that Phelps's response to the defeat was to threaten to quit swimming until Fina banned the new polyurethane swimsuits. It wasn't. That was the reaction of Bob Bowman, Phelps's long-serving coach. "Bob decides my schedules," was all Phelps said.

Phelps's reaction was not apparent until the next night, when he obliterated the field in the 200m butterfly, broke his own world record and took gold. He had remembered what it was like to lose. He did not seem bigger than swimming any more. It was a champion's reaction. By his own standards Phelps was not in the best racing shape. He swam 9,000 miles in the four years before Beijing. Here he had been training for only three months.

On top of which Bowman's comments meant that in the 200m final Phelps was perceived as being in a race against suits as well as swimmers. Like Adlington, Phelps was handicapped by his Speedo sponsorship, and his loyalty to its LZR suit. Only five of the championship's 43 world records fell to swimmers wearing LZRs. The psychological impact of that hindered Adlington badly, as the Great Britain head coach, Dennis Pursley, admitted afterwards. But it only made Phelps stronger.

He said afterwards that he had planned to use an LZR bodysuit for that race, but had mistakenly picked up one that was too worn-in. Bowman told him simply to swim in jammers – knee-length trunks.

"But I haven't shaved my chest," Phelps said.

"Doesn't matter," Bowman replied.

His next event, though, the 100m butterfly, was about more than the suits. It was also about Cavic.

The 25-year-old swims for Serbia, but grew up in America and spent three years studying at Berkley. Cavic is the man who said in Beijing that he "would love to be the guy who is remembered for stopping Phelps winning all eight" and then announced that he was "the only guy at the Olympics who had a real shot at beating Phelps one-on-one".

In Beijing he came within a single hundredth of a second of doing that, a margin so small as to be almost beyond comprehension. He was so close, in fact, that the referee had to use a video review shot at 10,000 frames per second to confirm it.

Cavic is still not convinced. "I did touch the wall first," he said during his first press conference of the world championships. Then, after the heats, he indulged in a little more eloquent trash-talking. "I know Phelps is making a lot of money from Speedo. It's loyalty. But throughout all my experiences, I've learned this – free will is a gift with a price tag, and whatever you choose to do you're going to pay, but how much you're going to pay is really dependent on you." That was before he had offered to buy Phelps a new suit.

As those quotes suggest, Cavic's public persona is charming and intriguing in a way that Phelps never has been or will be. Phelps can be hard to like. He is irksomely unabashed in his patriotism and, unsurprisingly given what he has had to do to get were he is, can seem a little narrow-minded. In No Limits he reveals he suffered culture shock in Beijing: "It was one of those cultural moments. There was no brown sugar for the oatmeal. I used white sugar. No excuses."

He can also be as truculent as a teenager. After collecting his gold for the 200m butterfly, Phelps didn't bother turning up for the mandatory post-ceremony press conference. Instead he climbed into the diving pool and floated about on his back, rolling around in the water like a holidaymaker in the sea.

He did that for 25 minutes, not warming down – his race had been an hour earlier – but lolling about. Two hundred journalists were going nuts, and a legion of humiliated Fina officials were running about flapping. No one would ask Phelps to get out of the pool. They even put Federica Pellegrini's press conference back.

I wondered if he was making a point to Fina, or his fellow competitors, but seeing his obvious embarrassment at what he had done afterwards, I decided he simply preferred to be in the water than in the room answering the questions. When he did come in, he watched the swimming on TV while he spoke.

"The pool," Phelps has said, "is a safe haven. Two walls at either end, lane lines on either side, and a black stripe on the bottom for direction."

Back in that initial press conference he was asked about his relationship with Bowman. "Things haven't changed between me and Bob," he said. "He still treats me like I'm a 15-year-old."

"That's because," Bowman shot straight back, "you still act like a 15-year-old."

After Athens 2004 there was the drink-driving arrest, and this year there was the pot smoking. The only man in history to have won 14 Olympic gold medals did not know how to use a washing machine until he was 20. He flooded his kitchen after putting hand soap in the detergent draw. He got so confused when his smoke alarm started beeping that he rang Bowman to ask what to do.

"Have you changed the batteries?"

"You mean I have to do that?"

Phelps is a far cry from the intelligent, articulate Cavic.

And yet none of this matters a damn. Just as Phelps had said he would, Cavic destroyed him over the first 50m of the final. Phelps turned in fourth place, down near Cavic's hips. And then Phelps attacked. He attacked as hard as he could. Butterfly was a poor description for this. It was more pterodactyl. Phelps thundered through the water like some ancient beast, his 6ft 7in span arms swooping up out of the water and clawing him forward.

That night Cavic, in his Arena X-Glide swimsuit, became the second man in history to swim under 50 seconds for the 100m butterfly. The first, 0.13sec ahead of him, was Phelps.

That defeat to Biedermann will also come to be seen as one of the defining races of Phelps's career.

Losing did not make Phelps more vulnerable, it just made him stronger, quicker, and better. It might spur him all the way to London 2012 so he can show again and again and again that he is the best competitor on the planet. As far as I can see there is Phelps, Federer, Woods and daylight. No one else comes close.

Because in the pool, when the first man to the wall wins gold, and the crowd have been pulled to their feet and don't even know how loud they're screaming, when he needs to go faster than he has ever gone before to win, he "brings it". And Phelps "bringing it" is one of the finest things you will ever see

13th FINA World Championships Rome '09

I guess being jobless that I am (more than a week now) I am an easy target for distractions and look what sort of distraction I found?!? ->

Well I had one eye on him since Beijing '08. I knew about his TV appearances and marijuana bong picture. However, I had too much going, what with, being snowed in, moving house, career issues and Paris plans among others, I had a lot on my hands. However, I always browse articles concerning him.

Of course I knew he was well on his way to this year's World Champs in Rome (a place I hope to be visiting really, really soon!). And I really want to watch the events especially the ones where he's competing.

I mean, come on, everyone loves a winner. I myself finds it exhilarating to read, watch and listen to winning stories. And to see it unfold right before my eyes (albeit just on a my laptop) to me, that will be a priviledge. It just lights up something inside me, aside from inspiring me and the trail of happy, giddy and adrenaline that ensue doing this I am really hooked! It is such a natural high...something you would like to keep experiencing, if not stay on forever.

Phelps' first event was the 400-m Men's Team Relay. He went into the water first and gave a very average performance using the 'windmill stroke', the good thing is his team mates stepped up to the plate and they finished with the gold anyways. It was a great viewing experience. I am once again hooked! I fully intend to see all the swimming events until the end of the meet - I hope to witness every victory and listen to the commentaries...and watch the crowd go wild. It's just great...had I known about this at an early age I would have struggled to be a sports person - maybe even an olympic athlete!

But let's not get carried away, I have my fun this way now, and somehow, it is enough to keep me going after my own goals and keep me working real hard to overcome my own life's monsters, best times, competition, and critics. It makes me persevere towards each milestone and determined to always step up my pace and performance.

In fact, I hereby declare myself not just a Phelps Phan, but a swimming enthusiast now. Really, I don't blame them for their passion for the sport, because if an expectator such as myself (who can't even swim to save her life) gets this kind of positive impact just by watching, what more if you're actually the one diving into the water with everyone cheering on!? What a sport!

1 out of 5 so far...

I did one of the 5 things I had set myself to do this year. And to me, that in itself was a feat.

Celebrating my birthday in a place where people expect you to 'be in a couple', really was a bit of a risk given my present status but it was nonetheless, brilliant.

The whole experience is going down on my books as the one of the best ever, as well as the best birthday ever - but in the end, it's not the actually being there that made the experience so high up there in the richter scale of life shaking experiences.

Coming into this year, I was really, really, excited - for reasons I didn't know at the time. I must admit, that the first part of this year was a real struggle for me.

Professionally, it went downhill so steeply it left me gasping for air. I went through a period of unexplained depression, but quickly after which, the reason was revealed. I came into a rocky patch and I believe I am still dealing with it currently. Being in Paris amidst this difficult times proves how much more out there is waiting to be discovered by myself. How much more I can do, if I want it bad enough and worked hard enough and prayed with all my heart.

Sorry to be emotional, but I've seen Eiffel Tower in movies/tv series countless of times. And I loved seeing it through the lens of some high tech camera...it paints a grand picture of a place that represents romance, wealth and luxury - the home town of Louis Vuitton. It was quite out of my reach, and it should have remained as such, had I not done my part.

It was an achievement to be there even for just a few days, to celebrate my birthday. It meant that I can do just about anything I set heart and soul to achieve. I've made a few more goals/targets after I came back from Paris. And I can't wait to see them finally coming into life. However, the trek towards that counts as much as actually being there and achieving them. It's always difficult to get things started and I believe I am on this phase right now. But hey, that is another topic altogether. For this one, I just would like to share something I learned through this all, there are no limits, anything is possible. We just need to find the right peices of the puzzle and get it to form the picture we want. Thank God for this gift - another year of life, of struggles, and achievements (i hope). ;p

looking back and looking forward

It has been the same every time the end of a year comes around, it somehow forces me to look back to what I had done as well as makes me anxious to what is yet to come. I've always been fond of countdowns - don't ask me why. And for this post I would do two - the Top 5 of my life changing events for 2008 and the Top 5 things that I will do for 2009.

2008 - my life's Top 5

#5. My first ever visit to London
A big girl in a big city, it was an experience to remember. Now that I live 20 minutes away, I can go and visit any time I want - and I am now more confident to tackle the underground and the crowd. However, I will never forget the very first time.

#4. Our BIG move to Kent
With all the difficulty that this brought me, and the humbling experiences that I endured that came with it, it definitely made me a better person. It was so hard that I don't even want to move ever again! Although I have fallen in love with Sevenoaks from when I first set foot here - living here is just absolutely amazing. I've never lived in the high end villages in Manila so I never expected nor even dreamt of actually living in one of UK's poshest towns. Mum's always saying that its soooo expensive here. And she's right, but I truly love the charm of the town. I enjoy living right at the High Street on top of a boutique. I enjoy sitting by our kitchen window and watch the robins. Oh, and the chipmunks busily gathering acorns ever so passionately as the autumn leaves fall and gather on the ground.

#3. Starting on a New Job - Twice this year
I've always enjoyed job searching, it always felt like finding the gold pin in a haysack. It always makes me feel efficient and organised somehow. Starting a new job can be an out of this world experience. Because I never know what to expect, I always feel a sense of forboding and anxiety. Although its good anxiety, coupled with excitement and glee. I've been blessed with 2 really meaningful jobs this year. I learned that working with charity may be something that I would like to do for the rest of my life.

#2. Accomplishing my Master's Certificate
No need to explain, although I decided not to pursue the diploma level of my masters, I feel that this is always going to be an open pathway for me, something that I can always choose to take if I ever face a crossroad in the future. I'll always see myself as an eager student, I love to learn. I know, when the right time comes I will walk around a campus again with books and research works in tow.

#1. Post Grad Visa
Gosh! The building of anxiety or whether or not I will be approved had been withering and exhausting. It led me to explore and pursue other possibilities such as coming and living in other countries. Come to think of it I was offered an English teaching job both in China and Siberia - can you believe it? I also was shortlisted for an interview in Maersk a global company based in Denmark!!! Although, in the end I guess it's fate that I stay in the UK - these things made me realise that the world really is my oyster if I choose it to be. Despite all the hardships in life and all the fears of devastation in this earth great things can be found when we search for it.

2008 had been a very fruitful year for me indeed, I feel that my perspective and outlook has changed. The top 5 life changing events that I've chosen was based on the impact that it made on my life and it's long term effect. Now that I am reminiscing on each experience, I realise that the hardships I encountered is commensurate to it's end result's impact on me in the end. I guess it's true that difficulty is all part of the chase. As chasing something gives me a sense of purpose and motivation. Having something to work tirelessly on, to hope for and to patiently wait for is the core of life. Without them, I'll definitely be lost.

I am very excited for the year 2009, despite the scare of recession and general feeling of depression throughout the world - I feel very positive about it. I feel that 2009 will be even better that 2008 had been for me. And since I've never really believed in new year's resolutions - because they end up being forgotten by me anyway, I find it better to start the year being organised and well planned. I have a lot of plans and hopes for this coming year. So here they are, the Top 5 things I would definitely aim to do this 2009.

2009 - My top TO DO list

#5. By the end of 2009 I should have at least £3000 in savings.
I'm setting my target amount to what I think is reasonable considering my other plans. The main point is that I do intend to save - contrary to what many people see me as (my parents at the forefront). It's true that I can be a shopaholic and a spending whim that happens all to often but I also know the importance of saving. Not for the things I want to spend on like travel and designer brands, but you know, saving for the sake of saving. I think that since I'm not getting any younger not is a good a time as any to commence on my lifesavings.

#4. I will celebrate my 1st year anniversary in my current job.
I've become a butterfly of sorts in my professional life - I've hopped from job to job without intending to. I've thought way back when I was younger that when I do start to work it would be with the same company and in the same profession for the entirety of my working life. Boy, was I ever wrong!
As much as I love job hunting, and all the excitement and hoorah of starting a new job and meeting new people each time, I've come to a point in my life wherein I would very much appreciate stability and a bit of certainty. I know, I know, nothing in life will ever be certain. But, I would really like to stay in my job long enough for me to actually see my hard work paying off, for my efforts to actually make a difference. And although a lot of forces in this world are out of my control, I will do everything in my power to stay in my current profession.

#3.Visit Theresa in DUBAI
This is one of those that I referred to in #5. Travel is expensive but this is something I hope to do in my life. To travel to as many places as possible - at least once for each one. The world has so many things to boast, it's beauty is so varied and diverse it would be a great shame not to see a bit of its wonderful places.
Aside from the obvious reason that I would really like to see my best friend who I haven't seen in ages, I would also like to know if there are future opportunities here. I am planning my visit by the end of Spring 2009. Perhaps April or May. And I really am so excited. I can't wait!


#2. See the view from the top of Eiffel Tower.
I've read about Paris from the romance novels I read tirelessly as a teen. And since I set foot in the UK I have felt the inclination to visit the capital of France. Being here made me feel that anything is possible. My co-workers before would tell me that all is possible if I'm determined enough - I believe them, and I am! I would be thrilled to see this happen. And I would really, really do what it takes to make this a reality.

#1. I will help Hydz come visit.
My parent's second daughter had finally voiced interest to see what it's like here. And I will support her all the way. Although this TO DO is not up to me entirely, as she can still change her mind, I just feel that whatever assistance I can offer to make this happen if she indeed wants to, I would definitely do. I would really like to have my sister here so she can see first hand what it's like to be here. It will be a life changing experience for her I'm sure.

In addition to these, being the shopaholic that I am, I decided to do a top 5 of things I would like to invest on. They aren't actually part of to do, because some of them (or maybe all of them, come to that!) may be just wishful thinking but I would love to be able to buy my top 5 most coveted items for 2009. Oh...these are in no particular order. To me they are all in one level of wanting... (wink, wink)

* new cellphone - a toss between an 8mp camera phone with touch screen Samsung and the reliability of Sony Ericsson 8mp slide unit.

* an LV luggage or city bag

* a laptop

* a nice watch

* jewelry set

haha! again....this is just a wishlist. Ain't I very wishful and aiming really high for 2009? like I've said, I have a really positive feeling about 2009. I have real high hopes and am uber excited!!!

A little Something

just something I did when I had free time.
nothing huge.

Sorry I Can't Resist

As per the title, you'd have to indulge me some more.

I've just come to these now and again, I just couldn't ignore the nagging impulse that enveloped my entire being.

<----This one is his first time back in his element after the olympics in beijing. The articles all said he looked so exhausted but as soon as he was reunited with the pool he was just perfect. This was taken at the YMCA school I'm not really sure... and they were extending their swimming facilities I think. Or something like that. Ha Ha. You have guessed. I wasn't paying that much attention on the article's details. I just wanted to know where he was.



On this next one, I uploaded this because I soooooo envy the girl. She is on a swim team damn it!. I am the one here in dire need of swimming lessons. ahahahaha! Kidding aside, don't you just wish she was you?






I find this one waaaaaay coooool!! Chart busting Coolness, indeed!
I love Mickey. I love Michael.
Just look at how much Minnie was blushing at the sides! (im pretty sure she wishes to be in the car instead of mickey-as he always steal the show anyway)




I think this pic was after the Athens 2004 Olympics. And not one from his recent Disney visit. But who cares? Minnie sure is a lucky mouse - she seems too be taking advantage too - with her hand touching his torso and all that. (lols! you must really think I'm deranged to even notice, but I did, so shoot me.)





I love this one sooo much. Of all the girls I've seen him hanging out with - or even just having a picture taken with. Minnie is the one I approve of the most (not that anyone's asking).
They look so good together. Just like a red-carpet arrival at the Oscars or even a date to the prom. This picture sure tops it all. Well, at least until I find a better one. (which, I'm thinking is not at all impossible as he's all over the US these days - VMA Music Awards, Saturday Night Live and HBO Series 'Entourage' included; and still counting as we speak! should we even be surprised if he decides to crossover to the dark side? ie. hollywood-y? ) Although, there's always the oddity that I get tired of stalking him - news-wise, that is. (even if I did in the end, the important thing is that I had fun while it lasted)



I had a great laugh while doing this post - even if it all sounded gush-y and stupid. It didn't require the intelligence of a rocket scientist nor the effort of a gold miner but it gave me satisfaction in a peculiar way.

So no judgement needed, ok? I get a little crazy at times. But it's me dealing, coping and escaping. I'm just doin' my thang.

*** again, no copyright infringement intended as i do this for personal consumption and enjoyment