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I’ve walked the streets of Paris and seen France from the Eiffel Tower. I’ve paid homage to Athena in Parthenon and canon-balled into the bright-blue waters of Greece. I’ve been inside the pyramids of Egypt and I've whiled away time floating and giggling in the Dead Sea. I’ve run my fastest to escape the raging bulls in Pamplona and quenched my thirst at Barcelona’s fountain of La Rambla. I’ve lost my way inside the Colosseum but got out just in time to get a cone of strawberry gelato. To top everything off, I’ve seen the sun rise and set for seven straight days in the Maldive islands. I've nothing more to ask except for a Sabbatical in Bali, Indonesia.


And of course, I’m just kidding.


I’ve never set foot outside Philippine soil. I’d love to travel the world someday but unless I get a job as a travel writer or a hefty bank account, I’d be lucky to visit one other country in a lifetime.

Now, why am I talking about this? I don’t know but this is my blog, isn’t it? This is my blog and I’m free to responsibly speak out my mind on whatever, whenever. And, in the spirit of blogging, here are a few trivial facts that make me, “ME.”

If there’s anything else, just ask. I’m Steph and welcome to my world.

21 May 12
I ignored the handle. My hands embraced the cup as if it was a long-lost friend, a comforting companion in this cold, rainy night. I raised it to my lips. Fragrant, earthy steam drifted up my nostrils before the hot amber liquid touched my lips.  Slowly, the brew flowed into my mouth and down my throat, leaving a trace of subtle sweetness and bitterness behind. Warmth spread across my chest and settled in my stomach. Every sip pushed the chill out of the window, but I kept my legs tucked under me and my arms pinned to my sides. For a moment, everything seemed perfect; but one hand let go and reached out for a book. I opened it where the bookmark lay, and as I picked up where I left off, I smiled to myself and said, “Now this is perfect.” 

I ignored the handle. My hands embraced the cup as if it was a long-lost friend, a comforting companion in this cold, rainy night. I raised it to my lips. Fragrant, earthy steam drifted up my nostrils before the hot amber liquid touched my lips.  Slowly, the brew flowed into my mouth and down my throat, leaving a trace of subtle sweetness and bitterness behind. Warmth spread across my chest and settled in my stomach.

Every sip pushed the chill out of the window, but I kept my legs tucked under me and my arms pinned to my sides.

For a moment, everything seemed perfect; but one hand let go and reached out for a book. I opened it where the bookmark lay, and as I picked up where I left off, I smiled to myself and said, “Now this is perfect.” 

Posted: 12:22 PM

I’ve been tagged: 11 Questions

Questions from Chelsea:

1. What do you think is the reason behind P-Noy’s short-term relationships with women?

I have my suspicions, but to be diplomatic, let me just say I think he’s not the marrying type. :|

2. Greatest goal in life? 

Travel the world.

3. To blog or to sleep? Why?

Sleep because I can’t think straight when I’m sleep deprived, and if I can’t think straight, I can’t write. If I can’t write, I can’t blog.

4. Most influential person in your life and why?

Momsie dearest.

5. Do you believe that first love never dies?

No. (Insert Leah Salonga’s version of “I Remember the Boy”) :D

6. If you could be in a reality TV show, what would it be?

Big Brother. 

7. What do you love most about yourself?

At the moment, I really have no idea.

8. What was the best gift you’ve received?

A silver cross necklace from my parents.

9. Sunny day or rainy day?

Sunny! 

10. Black or white?

White.

11. If given a chance to change your first name, what would you change it to?

Adrienne. I love names that can go either way or sound like a man’s name. I also like Garbrielle, Danielle, Alexis, Sidney, and Dylan.

Here’s my list:

1. What’s your greatest pet peeve?

2. Are you a dog or a cat person?

3. Faith or religion?

4. Beach or mountain?

5. If you can have one super power, what would it be?

6. Peanut butter or chocolate?

7. What animal/insect/living creature that scares you the most?

8. If you could be a fairy tale character, who will you be?

9. You won a trip for two to any destination. Where would you go?

10. Favorite TV series?

11. If you’ll write an autobiography, what would be the title?

13 May 12
When will you have a boyfriend?—a question I’m often asked at dinner parties, once in a blue moon get-togethers, and even chance encounters. Usually, I fake a smile and shrug it off with an I’m-all-for-career*-right-now dialogue. The smart ones take a hint; the others continue to pry, urging me to hurry up and snatch a guy. When that happens, I just shake my head and force a HA-HA-HA, but what I really want to say is “Drop it, bitch!” The world is overflowing with topics for conversations, yet small talks habitually take a turn towards one’s relationship status. And if you’re single, beware. I am only 25 years old, and I still have more than a decade before my eggs fry up. What’s the rush? Is it wrong for young women to choose to be single? The last time I checked there was no law against it. Is having a boyfriend and settling down before a woman’s age bids the calendar goodbye a necessity for survival? Air is free. Food and water is accessible. Homes can be built. Three big checks, one for each basic human need. Does being in a relationship guarantee happiness? Just look around and you’ll see struggling single mothers, bitter wives, and scorned women. So again, what’s the rush? Having a boyfriend and being in a relationship are closely linked, yet they are two different things. Having a boyfriend is easy. It may mean saying the proverbial “yes” to the first guy that comes along, having someone to hold hands with in public, exchanging sweet nothings and feeling euphorically giddy throughout the day, or sharing intimate moments with each other. But being in a relationship is having a boyfriend plus commitment, certainty, and, of course, love—in its true form, not its illusion. It’s a responsibility as well as a gamble. There are two players, each betting on the other. The stakes are high, the chips are emotions, and the losses may be insufferable. So, to my inquisitors, forgive me if I’m taking my time; forgive me if I’m being cautious. I’ll be in a relationship someday, you’ll see. But it would be for the right reasons, and not because I need to conform. *I’m currently employed but I don’t see this as my career. I’m still struggling striving to have the one I want soon.

When will you have a boyfriend?—a question I’m often asked at dinner parties, once in a blue moon get-togethers, and even chance encounters.

Usually, I fake a smile and shrug it off with an I’m-all-for-career*-right-now dialogue. The smart ones take a hint; the others continue to pry, urging me to hurry up and snatch a guy.

When that happens, I just shake my head and force a HA-HA-HA, but what I really want to say is “Drop it, bitch!” The world is overflowing with topics for conversations, yet small talks habitually take a turn towards one’s relationship status. And if you’re single, beware.

I am only 25 years old, and I still have more than a decade before my eggs fry up. What’s the rush?

Is it wrong for young women to choose to be single? The last time I checked there was no law against it.

Is having a boyfriend and settling down before a woman’s age bids the calendar goodbye a necessity for survival? Air is free. Food and water is accessible. Homes can be built. Three big checks, one for each basic human need.

Does being in a relationship guarantee happiness? Just look around and you’ll see struggling single mothers, bitter wives, and scorned women.

So again, what’s the rush?

Having a boyfriend and being in a relationship are closely linked, yet they are two different things.

Having a boyfriend is easy. It may mean saying the proverbial “yes” to the first guy that comes along, having someone to hold hands with in public, exchanging sweet nothings and feeling euphorically giddy throughout the day, or sharing intimate moments with each other.

But being in a relationship is having a boyfriend plus commitment, certainty, and, of course, love—in its true form, not its illusion. It’s a responsibility as well as a gamble. There are two players, each betting on the other. The stakes are high, the chips are emotions, and the losses may be insufferable.

So, to my inquisitors, forgive me if I’m taking my time; forgive me if I’m being cautious.

I’ll be in a relationship someday, you’ll see. But it would be for the right reasons, and not because I need to conform.


*I’m currently employed but I don’t see this as my career. I’m still struggling striving to have the one I want soon.

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