Dislocated

How many times in the past have you heard someone that they are “broken hearted”. Their hearts were broken into tiny bits by someone or something which happened in their lives.

Having one’s heart broken equates to a lot of sleepless nights, buckets of tears, marathon phone-calls-cum-therapy-session with friends, and bottles of San Mig Light, or nights spend with good ol’ pareng Carlo Rossi.

But what exactly does a “broken” heart mean? Broken means having one’s heart cut into irregular pieces, usually with the edges left rough and uneven. You cannot have something “broken” into smooth and even pieces. Breaking something equates to mess, chaos and confusion.

Having said that, I think I’ve only broken my heart twice – one with Guy # 1 (Spaghetti) and Guy # 3 (Liquid Seasoning). Confused? See my previous entry for explanations.

After Guy 3, I think that my heart decided to be unbreakable. This guy broke my heart into the smallest possible bits, leaving the most uneven and jagged pieces. It was so rough and jagged that I thought I would not be able to put back the pieces together. I did eventually, but not without tears, sleepless nights, and lots and lots of drinking sessions with friends. I wanted to drown myself in anything which could give me a temporary high.

After that horrible, horrible experience, I felt that my heart turn into something stronger, tougher almost unbreakable.

I still do feel pain and disappointment. But I would certainly not say that my heart is broken. I would say that after those dark ages, my heart became “dislocated” a few more times. I feel pain, but I know my heart’s still there somewhere, complete and unbroken. But it feels odd, because it doesn’t feel right. Somehow, my heart is not at the right place. I feel squirmish and uneasy because my things are not in order… unsettled.

Having one’s heart dislocated is far better than having it broken. If you had your heart dislocated, you know that in time, it’ll pop back into place, as good as new – nothing missing, nothing damaged.

Yes, at the moment, my heart is somewhere where it should not be. It is somewhere in the middle of nowhere, looking for something which can propel it back to where it should be… waiting for that energy to push away this lethargy. So here I am, sitting… waiting… wishing for my heart, and for my whole life, to “pop back” into place.

12:20 pm
24 Jan
Quezon City
(home sweet home)

Foodie

I loooove eating! I love food! I am what some would call a “foodie”. It gives me great joy to have a scrumptious meal. I find it comforting to eat something which satisfies my tastebuds.

Since I’m into looking back at my very colorful past, I will attempt to associate all guys that I’ve dated to food that first comes to mind.

Guy # 1 : Spaghetti
This guy is so versatile, like spaghetti. You can throw him anywhere, and people will love him. He sings, plays the guitar, plays the piano, artistic, witty, sweet, and smart. Like my love for spaghetti, I don’t get tired of this guy. I can be with him for days and not get bored.

Guy # 2 : Steak
This guy doesn’t fit the profile of someone whom I will go out with. He’s too high maintenance for my taste. I can have steak once in a while, but not all the time.

Guy # 3: Liquid Seasoning (brand: Knorr or Maggi)
This guy is what you would call the life of the party. He is adored by everyone – colleagues, friends and family. He makes all dishes more alive and brings out the best flavors. He is addictive, you can’t help but to have more of him. However, like the liquid seasoning, too much on your food is bad for your health.

Guy # 4 : Pork Asado (Braised Pork with Sweet-Salty Sauce)
This guy is surprisingly sweet, like asado sauce. Looking at him, he looks tough and strong. But deep inside, he’s as sweet as braised pork in asado sauce. But like steak, I can’t have asado on a regular basis.

Guy # 5 : Arroz Caldo (Rice Porridge)
This guy gets me, and I totally get him. We finish each others’ sentences, we like the same things, we are always on the same page. Like arroz caldo, I feel that I know him inside and out. No matter how many kinds of food I’ve tasted, arroz caldo will be the best comfort food for me.

Guy # 6 : Fried Rice
He is yesterday’s best, but is still considered as one of breakfast favorites. But not mine. I can live without fried rice. Not that it doesn’t taste good. Like the cliché goes… it’s not him… it’s me.

Guy # 7 : Boiled Egg
This guy is boring… well at least for me. Like boiled egg, I can live without it. In fact, I will only have boiled egg if there’s no other food around.

Guy # 8 : Chocolate cake
This guy is sooo sweet that I can have him for dessert. He’s actually too sweet like chocolate… it doesn’t leave a bad taste in the mouth. Even the most bitter chocolate is so deliciously sweet.

Guy # 9 : Sashimi
This guy is what you would consider as raw and rough. Having no other spices, the sashimi, although uncooked is one of the most enjoyable and filling food around. What you see is what you get… no frills at all. But he is too raw that I can’t stand to be with him all the time.

Guy # 10 : Kiamoy (Dried Salted Prunes)
I don’t get this guy. Sometimes, he’s sweet. At times, he’s detached. Actually, I am not a fan of kiamoy – the taste is too complicated for me.


Hmmm… Writing about men and food makes me hungry. Got to go… need to raid the fridge.


10:35pm
08 Jan
Santiago City

All New

2007 was a good year. may 2008 be better for all of you.

may your heart be warmer w/ love,
your body be blessed with health,
your spirit be filled with peace,
your lips be full of genuine smile and laughter,
your life be full of contentment.

here's a toast to a better life, good health, prosperous endevours, and lasting love... you deserve it.

happy new year, everyone!


09:25am
01 Jan 2007 (Tuesday)
Santiago City