If I remember correctly, it was around 2003 when we started doing the math and deciding that we wanted 2010 to be our year. We figured that we would have been long out of school by then, earning our own money, and saving up for the future. Most of our siblings would also have graduated from college by then. It didn’t hurt that 2010 is such a nice round number and it rolls of the tongue nicely. We were sold.

But 2010 has always seemed like something in a very distant future. We have held the year tenderly in our hearts, but we both knew it was a dream that might very well not happen like we hope it would. But our faith never wavered and we held on to that dream.

And now, I am writing this post on the last day of 2009. I have been walking in a cloud of disbelief in the last couple of days. Our 2010, that something that has always seemed so near yet so far, is actually within arm’s reach. Heck, at the strike of 12 tonight we will be welcoming 2010 with open arms.

And the best part? We’re actually going to make the dream happen. In just a little over half a year, we will be Mr. and Mrs B.

Imagine my surprise yesterday when he tweeted that he’d be in the area for the walk of fame induction. What’s funny is that just last Friday I was bemoaning how I’ve been waiting for months now for him to perform at the central plaza ever since I started working here.

So you can guess that I was totally there. The tweet said 5pm onwards and I was there at 4:50. Excited much? Obviously! Sadly, 5pm turned to 5:30 and 5:30 turned to 6pm and I haven’t even his shadow. I had promised my self I’d leave by 6, but since he was nowhere in sight, and I’ve been waiting anyway, I bargained a few more minutes.

Just as 6:30 was rounding the corner and I have had enough of the theme song playing on repeat for over an hour, I declared a walk out. I will stand him up  for our date! How dare he make a girl wait?

So I started walking and guess who suddenly shows up at the start of the line of celebrities? Yes, that tall, swoon-worthy guy who has been my biggest celeb crush to date. I moved closer to the crowed and gawked. When he had walked past us, I moved to another spot where I would see him again. And again. Until finally, I joined the crowd surrounding the end of the red carpet area. He smiled and waved, made small talk with KC, and then the national anthem played – just as he was standing right in front of me.

And that’s how I ended up staring at him for a full, uninterrupted five minutes or so.

Thank you tech guy! Thank you universe! And God bless Julian Felipe.

I promise, we’ll return to Donsol someday soon.

The studio space, that kickass Mac monitor, that gorgeous cat, and the little cutie with her feeding bottle. A vision for my kind of future? Definitely.

Photo via Lovely Design.

WE.HAVE.A.HOUSE.

Everything still seems pretty surreal and I can’t help but think that one minute I’m going to wake up and realize that this has all been just a dream. Ack, too cliche. But it really feels that way.

Somebody pinch me. Please.

What I am proud to say though that going through all these, practically everyday, hardly leaves me panting or gasping for breath. That should be a good sign, yes?

One thing I hate about it though (apart from the late part, that is) is the fact that a good chunk of my morning runs has me holding my breath because of the incredible number of smokers that I pass by day after day. You all know how much I abhor smoking so I wouldn’t even elaborate on that. But, can you imagine how much healthier my morning runs would actually be if they weren’t there?

But I figured that not only would it make my life even more confusing than it already is, it would also probably irritate the life out of the few people who actually still bother to visit his forgettable little corner of cyberspace. So, no new blog for me.

I miss blogging. I really, really do. I’ve always thought that when the the day finally comes when Irone asks me THE QUESTION, I’d practically be live blogging it. But as we all know, things don’t always turn out the way we think they would.

I’m happy to report though that one thing did happen as planned – the boy has proposed and we will be getting married in the foreseeable future. I am still brimming over with love and happiness, and I believe this feeling won’t fade away anytime soon.

So there. I am back. For real this time. And I promise not to turn this obscure little space into a wedding blog. Hehe. Thank you for sticking it out with me.

I miss blogging!!!

Instead, let me just say that I am now in a happy place. A month ago I was seriously considering the idea of becoming freelance full-time. And I really was keen on taking that route. But, practicality beckons. I do, after all, have two siblings to see through college. So that particular dream had to take a back seat.

It seems that God has other plans for me. I never thought I’ll join the corporate world, but guess where I am today? Somewhere in that posh pocket of buildings and restos in Quezon City, where getting to my cube means taking the elevator up, up, up to the 15th floor.

It’s only been two weeks, but I’ve been getting good vibes all around. I am honestly surprised that I can actually imagine my self staying there for quite some time. We shall see.

So, that’s about it with the recaps. In non-career-related news, everything else is nice and steady. The heart is still very happy. I still love pink. And cats still rock my world.

How are you?