Staying true to my monicker, I am on the move, yet again. 😉

After almost two months, with forty-eight posts, over 300 unique visitors and 1,015 hits later, I have decided to move my blog to a self-hosted website using WordPress.org as my blogging platform.

Thank you to all the amazing bloggers I’ve met online, both new and old, and to my friends who never tire of clicking the WordPress links I keep feeding on Facebook. Hehe. Pasensya na, at maraming salamat. I humbly give my gratitude to all of you for reading my words. Surely, more blogs deserve your time than mine, so I’m deeply honored. You guys have inspired me to do more with the written (or rather, type-written) word. My thoughts, desires and frustrations have been given some semblance of validity through your kind attention. Thank you.

I started this blog not knowing what my niche was going to be, nor of what to expect (still don’t know ’til now, lol); but I think I have picked a few things up along the way. We’ll see how that works out. Haha. I’m not the best blogger in town, but I’ll try my best to make your time on my website count. With that said, I hope you’ll join me in this new direction.

See you all at http://katthenomad.com/ 😀

Flying hugs and kisses,

Hahahahahahaha

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Okay, not really.

Well aside from her sizzzzzling good looks (I get so weak)…

She’s got one highly articulate (and charming) potty mouth as well.

Ch-ch-ch-check it out!

CLICK the link below.

RUBY ROSE: I threw up on Katy Perry and it changed my life. I quit the booze.

So true, so true.

xoxo

*all photos link back to source

I got mail todaaaay! 🙂

(Yes, that is a football/soccer ball ottoman)

Sorry, too excited.

I ripped it right out of the plastic bag. #superfail

I ordered this from I AM HIGH MAINTENANCE (im-hm.com).

They’ve got tons of great stuff. Some are on sale, up to 80% off!

Had a bit of trouble with customer service though, their main phone line wasn’t working.

Good thing it came nicely boxed and wrapped. #sosyal

I waited 3 days for this. It should’ve arrived yesterday.

Guess I couldn’t have picked a better time for shipping through mail, no?! Haha.

Well here we go…… Tadaaaaah!

The Sass & Bide tag sent my heart-a-flutter. ❤

You see, most jeans from Philippine brands don’t fit well on me (wide hips, long legs), so it’s such a blessing to find jeans that do!

Sidenote: In fact, I only have three(!) working jeans at the moment. lol. #embarrassing

I big shout out to my cousin, Colleen, for introducing me to Sass & Bide 4 years ago!! 😀

So…. how do I look?? 😉

(Apologies for my pet monkey’s tail hanging on the upper left hand side.)

To be honest though, I was counting on a more snug fit.

Guess I should pick out a smaller size next time.

But on the other hand, I didn’t expect them to be soooo……….. FREJA!!!

(read: so lesbo! lol)

Pleasant surpriiiiiise then. 😀

From now on, I shall name this pair my FREJA jeans!! Hahahaha.

Of course, looking like her is a far-fetched illusion, but….. a girl can dream, ‘no? lol

Ciao for now. 🙂

Happy Holidays everyone!!!

 

Peace and love,

Earlier today, a writer had stumbled upon my blog and took a liking to this post (‘Milestone’) about the two lesbian Navy officers. She too, has a blog, Angels of Secrets; I checked it out. What welcomed me was something I wasn’t prepared for. I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for what I was about to read. I fell silent, and so did my stomach. My chest tightened. I devoured every word. I can’t remember the last time I engulfed myself into reading as much as I did her blog today.

“I have survived unspeakable crimes against humanity. I survived the hands of a psychopathic killer. I’m the only survivor that can speak for the silenced. I began this blog because I needed to give a voice to the Angels that did not survive. The dead walk with me as Angels of Secrets, I am reminded of them at every turn. I must give them a voice and in doing so, I pray to find peace for my own spirit; forgiveness for the self, forgiveness for each breath I take.” Love, Joan

Painful memories, we all have them, but there is simply no comparison to Joan’s. I’m not even sure if that is her real name  (not that it matters, I respect her privacy), I just feel honored to have found her words. They are both insightful, and hard to read. What moves us is not what comes easy, after all. Right now, I am in the midst of feeling an odd mix of awe, disbelief, empathy, admiration and empowerment — in that order.

Nothing I say can encompass the profoundness of Joan’s story, and what it says about the power of humanity, both good and bad. Surely, her words are a blessing to everyone who reads them, as they have been for me, and an immortal testament to the fearless life she led and lived. May she find the strength to keep on writing, not just to inspire us all, but most especially to heal herself.

Courage, that is she.

 

*Photo by Carmella, Joan’s partner; it links back to the source

The Philippines may be a million light years away from THIS, but at least our LGBT community can take comfort in knowing that the rest of the world is taking great strides in promoting visibility and equality for gays, lesbians, transgenders and bisexuals.

A wave starts with a ripple, a ripple can start even with the most minute of movements.

Liberation for Pinoy LGBTs can’t be too far behind.

Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta and her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, share an intimate moment in for the world to see upon a US Navy ship’s return to American soil.

Hot daaaamn. 🙂

Full story HERE (via msnbc).

 

*photo links back to source

I MAY HAVE probably been using the word “awesome” a lot more than usual lately, so let me apologize in advance for the redundancy and my lack of vocabulary (lol).

This woman, however, deserves no less than my ultimate trademark compliment. XiaXue is, in a word, AWESOME, in a very quirky and interesting way. Seeing that photo above, people may deduce this as a very unlikely comment (especially coming from me), so let me give you a little history. A lot of early bloggers (and lurkers) from before 2006, may have already heard of her infamous blog (and I do not use that adjective lightly, just google her name and you’ll see), maybe even stumbled on it at some point in the last 8 years or so. If you are one of them, then might as well skip to the video. If not, read on.

Full disclosure: I was one of the early lurkers back in late ’04 to ’06, but somehow, college life took over my consciousness and I forgot about her blog along the way, only ‘rediscovering’ it a couple of weeks ago. To my surprise, it has gotten more entertaining than ever. No kidding.

Left: school photo of her in the nineties; Right: after several cosmetic surgeries in 2008

An excerpt from the video:

“During my first rhinoplasty, i had an implant put in my nose, my ala’s cut, and also the tip of my nose reduced. When I did that surgery, I was very, very unhappy with my previous nose and just basically wanted it smaller. So, I told my surgeon: just smaller, I don’t care what else you do, just FREAKING make it SMALLER because it is so fucking humongous…”

XiaXue‘s candid nature and brutal honesty are precious in a world where discretion and diplomacy (hypocrisy if you must) rule the roost. She has haters, that is expected of course, but she has even more followers: 40,000 unique visitors everyday to be exact. A sure sign that she must be doing something right.

Take for instance this seven month old video where she talks in detail about the various surgical ‘enhancements’ done to her face. It left me speechless the first time I saw it. All I could say was, ‘DAMN, this girl has guts!’

Let it be known that I do not necessarily agree with some of her convictions, her penchant for plastic surgery or with what she deems beautiful. But this I have to say, you gotta give the woman credit for literally putting herself out there — imperfections, two eyelid surgeries, two nose jobs, fillers, botox and godknowswhatelse. TGFXX.

 

*All photos link back to source

MY FATHER grew up firmly believing he was going to be a dentist someday. As a child, he was stubborn, albeit ambitious — determined not to follow the missteps taken by his father and grandparents in squandering their wealth. He is a go-getter with a tongue that cuts through steel, more often that not speaking without regard for tact, or hypocrisy for the sake of diplomacy. A typical alpha male, with a quirky sensibility devoid of superficial desires for keeping up appearances. What you see is what you get. I look up to my dad, but this entry isn’t about him so he will have to wait. Haha.

MY MOTHER, on the hand, is a somewhat different story. My grandparents weren’t rich, but valued education, and made sure to give their children the best they could. Owing to diligence (and good genes), Mama always got top honors throughout her elementary and high school years, and graduated cum laude from dental school in 1984. Her parents didn’t even need to push her to achieve; she was an innate go-getter. Unlike my father however, Mama always had a certain finesse about her, always careful with her words. She speaks eloquently and with tact, never being deliberately offensive or insulting. I wish I could say the same for myself, but I am undeniably more like my father in that regard (see photo below). Mama’s post-graduate studies in Orthodontics gave even more accolades to her name, garnering ALL seven “Best in-“ awards — a feat unmatched before OR even after her in the history of that Philippine orthodontic organization.

I am still in awe at how I, a stereotypical slacker, could be the daughter of such an achiever.

Mama didn’t always want to become a dentist, though. She grew up aspiring to become a nurse, and then a doctor — not surprising considering my great-grandfather who was a physician, helped my lola give birth to her. My great-grandfather, Felix Amorsolo, was a doctor who graduated at the top of his class in UST and did his postgraduate studies at Georgetown University before WWII broke out. He was brilliant at his craft, and could’ve made himself into a very rich man, but chose to serve in the barrios of Davao Oriental instead (for what reason, I don’t know). I suppose this inspired my mother to seek the same path, always carrying a sense of altruism (and I’m not just saying this to sound patronizing), but it wasn’t meant to be. My lolo wouldn’t let her, citing her (then) thin frame and weak health. She acquiesced and studied Accounting instead (she’s good at math too!), before shifting to Dentistry.

While studying Dentistry in Cebu, she would save every penny from her monthly allowance after buying groceries and other essentials, while her sister (who studied dentistry at the same time) would blow her allowance on clothes and trips out of town. It was often the case that my mother had to feed her younger sister for weeks after every trip because by then, my Tita had already spent every last centavo of her allowance. Haha. It’s a funny story my mom relishes to tell us every now and then (to my tita’s ire, I presume). A similar, albeit not-so-funny, symbiosis worked with my mother and her older brother as well. For a long time, Mama used to lend money to my Tito to get his family through hard times, mainly due to his alcoholism and gambling (we all have our family hang ups). As a child, I was well-aware of this “arrangement” and often chastised my cousins (my Tito’s children) for it. I was mad at them for taking Mama’s money which could’ve been spent on me and my brothers. Admittedly, I was a selfish young brat. Growing up however, I saw the wisdom in Mama’s actions and began to feel a newfound appreciation and gratitude for having a mother as generous as mine. 

She is simply one of the most selfless people I know.

Mama rarely goes shopping. Although she can very well afford it, she doesn’t spend a lot on herself, choosing to dispense her hard-earned money on her children’s needs (and whims). And unlike most women, she shuns wearing make-up (no kidding) and avoids shopping for the latest fashions unless absolutely necessary. At this point, I will even go so far as to say that she is the epitome of simplicity. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to paint my mother as a saint — she isn’t. Like most people, she has her indulgences as well. Household renovations, furniture, food and cookware are her guilty pleasure of choice (which drives my uber thrifty and stingy dad crazy). With that said, I guess she isn’t that simple after all, but it doesn’t make her any less of the awesome person I know her to be.

Wife. Mother. Dentist. Chef. Architect (she designed our house). Accountant (she does all the accounting for our businesses). Daughter. Sister. Friend… et al.

*photo taken with patient’s consent

She is a very complex woman; more complex than I can ever give her justice. To me, she is inimitable. A jack of all trades, and a master of all as well. And I’m the proudest daughter in the world for having her as my momma!

Happy 50th Birthday, Ma! 😀

(Sorry for divulging your age, lol).

 

P.S. We don’t say “I love you”s in our family. Eewww. Like I said, we all have our family hang ups. 😉

The Search is Over by Survivor was pretty epic in the eighties, and it still is today, for good reason: it’s timeless. This live performance by the one and only Jimi Jamison is a KILLER (goosebumps alert @ 0:56!) and it’s a good summation of the last five years of my life since I came out.

Not to sound hedonistic, but every single word of this song speaks deeply to me, as I’m sure it does to some of you as well. This is why I cannot imagine a world without music. It weaves into soulful melody our everyday struggles of existence.

Music lives and breathes through us.

How can I convince you what you see is real
Who am I to blame you for doubting what you feel
I was always reachin’, you were just a girl I knew
I took for granted the friend I have in you

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
You were with me all the while

Can we last forever, will we fall apart
At times it’s so confusing, these questions of the heart
You followed me through changes and patiently you’d wait
Till I came to my senses through some miracle of fate

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
You were with me all the while

Now the miles stretch out behind me
Loves that I have lost
Broken hearts lie victims of the game
Then good luck it finally struck
Like lightning from the blue
Every highway leading me back to you

Now at last I hold you, now all is said and done
The search has come full circle
Our destinies are one
So if you ever loved me
Show me that you give a damn
You’ll know for certain
The man I really am

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Then I touched your hand, I could hear you whisper
The search is over, love was right before my eyes

 

*photo taken at Mt. Buller, Australia in July 2007

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