Everything Under The Tropical Sun

300 is one of my all time favorite movies. Who wouldn’t love to watch sexy, topless men fighting for their country and their women? Tell me. Who wouldn’t love to see that? And it really got my adrenaline pumping to the point that after the movie, if anyone as so much as looked at me funny, I had enough testosterone running in my mainly estrogen filled body to actually pick a fight. It’s been a while since any movie made me feel that way. Not until seeing Taken.

My husband told me that it was a Liam Neeson movie. So it was safe for me to assume that it’ll be a thriller. Hubby actually thought it’ll something like Ransom (Mel Gibson) and we were pleasantly surprised. Taken was an action-packed movie! I felt my heart racing during the most part. I felt like jumping in the screen to help Liam Neeson out.

I’ve always admired Liam Neeson and thought he was a great actor. But he has mostly limited himself to dramas and thriller genres. In this movie, he’s a retired CIA agent and has hunted the people who kidnapped his daughter down. How I wish I’d have him on my side in case I did get kidnapped by human traffickers. That he’ll do everything he can to hunt the people who are responsible for hurting me down.

My respect for Liam Neeson just went up a million percent after seeing this movie. I’ve never found him hunky… always looked at him as a distinguished, respectable man at best but now… hooo, MAMA! He’s a hunk! Hunk! HUNK! He should keep it up. I wish he’d come out with more roles similar to that of his role in Taken. Liam, you’re my new crush!!!

Shamelessly Sassy is one of the blogs I follow. I love her quirky humor. It’s so inspiring to watch her find hilarious situations on a usually daily basis. It takes a witty and good-natured person to do that. I subscribed to her RSS feed just so I don’t miss an “episode” (her blog always felt like a comedy sitcom to me).

You can just imagine my surprise for the first time to read her post about how she didn’t like blogging so much anymore. Here I was thinking that she enjoyed her writing so much because it reflected on the tone of her posts. In her post, Writer’s Block: Say it Ain’t So, she writes about how her blog felt more like a job and how it has gotten to the point when she didn’t have time to even visit other blog sites because of all the emails she had to reply to.

I feel for you, Shamelessly Sassy. I love my blog. It’s like some part of me will die if I stop doing this. This has been a refuge and a source of happiness I can’t seem to quantify. Thank you for sharing your post. Your blog is a success because of YOU and if you change who you are just to accommodate a few, you’ll find that your blog wouldn’t be YOU anymore. I read because of you. I hardly comment, though. I think you’d rather know that I read your blog rather than what I thought. There’s enough people doing that already. And besides, don’t you think that the simple fact that I do read your posts says it all?

So I say, to hell with all of them. You are your own person and you should follow what’s best for you. I’ll still read your blog no matter what happens. Whether you say “Ferrari” or fuck. It’s all the same to me. I’m sure there are others out there who think the same. Keep at it, Shamelessly Sassy, my life would be so boring without you and your blog.

Since we don’t have kids yet and we’re far away from getting pregnant… My husband is a constant topic and inspiration in this blog. He often complains that I bash him a lot. I don’t right? Not too much anyway? (Hehehe.) How I wish I could be writing a travel blog containing all the exotic places we’ve been to. I live in the real world. Maybe someday. Who knows? So my dear husband, I’m sorry but this is another post about you. Live with it.

My husband had the same nightmare two nights in a row. Well, it was not exactly the same but the theme was similar: CHEATING. Yep, he dreamt that I was cheating on him.

In his first nightmare, I had the “decency” to ask him for permission to date around… AND he gave me his blessing. Smart. Whatever possessed him to agree (even in his nightmare) I wouldn’t know. I guess he has this if-you-don’t-want-me-then-i-don’t-want-you thing about him. Such a proud, proud man. But still, right? Even he admits that he doesn’t understand why he actually gave me permission to date around.

In his second nightmare, he caught me in the act (though he claims he doesn’t know who the guy or that he didn’t have a face) and I denied everything. It was like a bad Shaggy video. He kept screaming and I kept on denying (wasn’t I smart even in his sleep? LOL.).

He woke up after both nightmares in a bad mood. Good thing he didn’t take it out on me. I heard of someone who had a dream that she caught her boyfriend cheating and when she woke up, she actually fought with her boyfriend. Poor guy. He didn’t know what was coming. So hence, THANK YOU knowing the difference between the nightmare and reality. I wouldn’t know what I would’ve said or done to defend myself if he did come at me.

I have always believed that dreams and nightmares are our subconscious minds’ outlet. After silencing it during the day, it runs amok during our sleep. So in my husband’s misery, lies my happiness. He doesn’t usually verbalize how much he loves me and he HARDLY writes me… wait… since the year 2004, he’s NEVER written to me. So you can imagine my glee to know that he is indeed possessive of and fears losing me to someone else.

I wouldn’t dare do that to him… EVER. I love him too much to make him go through that kind of pain and self-doubt. I know how it feels like to be cheated on. And it’s no joke. He’s always been kind and loving and generous to me. He’s never given me reason to doubt him. He may have had a gloomy disposition those two days but I was happy and grinning from ear to ear. Some wife huh? But I did assure him that I would never make him feel that way in real life. I just hope that we’d talk about things before they get to that point.

I’ve never been a fan of American politics and never in my life have I watched the inauguration of ANY American president. That is, until last night.

I’ve seen only snippets of Obama’s race to the presidential seat but it was easy for me to turn into a fan of the man he seems to be and of what he embodies… HOPE. At a time when we are filled with uncertainty of the events to come, a time when so many desperate hearts have found their way into the lives and homes of people not just in America but the rest of the world. So many eyes, hearts and minds are tuned in to his next steps towards mending the shattered hopes of the world.

As I watched on, surprised to find myself hoping and praying with the rest of them, a big part of me wants to believe in him. Another part of me is cautious. The aftermath of the Bush administration leaves me doubtful. I am not a fan of George W. Bush. I don’t think he’s an idiot, though it may seem that he is, but I do think he’s one greedy S.O.B. Their economy has flailed mainly because he protected his own interests and pockets. At least that’s what I think.

Here comes Obama, a relatively new politician, leaving many doubtful whether he’d be able to step up and rise to the numerous challenges that await his administration. But many more hope he’d be able to deliver the things he has promised: Change.

We are affected by the ailing economy of the Americans as well as the rest of the world. Obama not only holds the lives of his own people in his hands but of the rest of the world too. A cautious hope is what I have for the American people and for myself. Hope for the Obama administration that they can pull the American economy out of the hole they’ve dug for themselves.

Dear Blog,

Oh how I’ve missed you. I know I’ve pretty much neglected you all but 1 post last week but I’m back! And I’m sorry. I know you feel neglected but I have not taken you for granted. I thought of you all the time but instead of filling you up with junk, I just took a break instead. I tended to the things I needed to do before coming back to you. I missed you so much, though. It was painful to stay away. I will never put myself in that kind of predicament. I vow to always find the time to see you and to post. No matter how busy I got.

Thankfully, you still had many visitors. I hope they treated you well. I’m sure they did. You always liked being read. Comments are also an added bonus but not so much. I know you liked being read more. It fills my heart with happiness to know that you weren’t alone.

I love you, Blog. I will never leave you. EVER.
Love,
Me