Danabelle in Saved Bad Trip Shorts

Today

The following is a blog written during a two-night period of absolute boredom/frustration.

Don't get me wrong though. It was a good trip.

Florence was great. Pisa was awesome... And well... Just read the rest.

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Tuesday

I haven't blogged in forever. Ok. I'm exaggerating. But I just can't seem to shut up. Even if it has only been 2 or 3 days... I don't know anymore. I can't seem to keep track of time so much. It's 1am or 3am, I'm not sure... Like I said I can't really keep track of time. I'm writing this half asleep in our hotel room in Florence.

Man, that just rolls off the tongue doesn't it? Florence. Never thought I'd end up here. Funny. The prettiest things seem to be the things that are unplanned. We had planned on going to Paris, but we ended up in Florence.

Florence seems to be much better, but of course, what do I know? I've never been to Paris. But anyway, we walked around Florence today, and I loved it. Not as much as I love Venice, but the thing about Florence is that it surprised me. It looks just like Vienna, except the people are Italian... Well most anyway.

So yeah, Florence is surprising. I didn't realize I'd be enamored with its beauty. Especially while crossing Ponte Vecchio. The view is just absolutely gorgeous. No photograph could actually depict being there. (Especially, when you take photos with your expecially expensive camera having forgotten that your ISO is at around 1600. Grrr.)

Like Pisa, where we were yesterday, Florence is just, as most Filo kids like to say "Simple pero rock". Haha.

Pisa, I loved. And it's really not like me to love something that's popular. I always go for the dark horse. People love Paris, I love Venice. Or you know some other better metaphor or whatever. Point is, I didn't think that I would like Pisa... But I did. I wasn't exactly prepared for that rush that I felt when I rounded the corner and the leaning tower peeked through.

We went to the hilltop in Florence, where you get to see the whole city. It was absolutely beautiful. Unfortunately, my 10-year photography expertise failed me when I needed it the most, hence, ugly photos.

At sunset we witnessed a proposal. And I almost cried.

Yeah yeah. I'm a sentimental sap.

Unplanned.

This whole trip was just unplanned.

But it was surprisingly fun.

I would tie all of this up with a fantastically awesome story of how surprising things are awesome and how it relates to my life in general... But nah. I'll let you figure it out for yourself.

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Wednesday

So it's about 1:40am and I still can't sleep. Partly because I'm excited about going to Rome tomorrow and partly because it's so friggin' hot. I have to turn every few minutes so that all parts of my body are properly ventilated by the tiny stand fan at the corner of the tiny room.
 
I'm not complaining. It's a great room. And I love the tiny standfan. The weather is just being a bitch. And I can't sleep because of it.

Hence, vis-a-vis, apropos, all this typing.

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Wednesday

I have to say though that despite this weather (or because of it?), my skin has gotten better. My pores have closed up and stuff.

U.A.E., your water/weather/air sucks. My skin that used to be smoother than a baby's bottom has become as smooth as a baby's bottom with a bad rash.

U.A.E., I hate you. I mean that. Not only have you taken up so much of my precious time with all your friggin' office hour laws and all your muh-fuggin' traffic, you have also managed to take my beautiful skin.

I'm also inclined to blame you for my weight, because I hate you so much, but I know that that's not all your fault.

Masarap kumain eh. WTF.

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Wednesday

Speaking of weight... I have been planning on losing all of it since the beginning of this year, and I was supposed to lose it by June, but since, masarap kumain, it was then postponed to December.

Anyway, I doth thinketh that the weight will be gone by the deadline if not before.

Nainis na kasi ako.

May nang-inis sa'kin.

Kaya naiinis ako. As in nakakainis. As in inis na inis na ako.

Now, this isn't actually the first time that this has happened. It's like a curse in reverse.

I can't really explain it very well. Ask me when we meet.

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Wednesday

I really should get to bed. In all honesty, I didn't plan on writing shorts... I just needed to unload a bunch of words when I started this.

Hence, vis-a-vis, apropos... IDKW. Rawrrr.

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Wednesday

Good night. :)

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Wednesday

Worst night ever. It's 4am and I woke up because it's so friggin' hot. Note to self, Italy in August = NO. NO. Oh goodness friggin' NO.

This is definitely the most I have sweated without having:

a. been in a sauna.
b. walked for miles and miles.
c. worked out.
d. had sex.

Gaaahhh.

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Wednesday (night)

Speaking of sex...

I have not had sex in five years. I doth believeth that mine virginity has been restored. How fabulous.

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Wednesday (night)

Speaking of virginity, we went to Rome today. The Vatican City to be exact.

Oh and before you go all, "Wow! Really? OMG, I'm so jealous."

Lemme just say this... Rome sucketh butt. At least the part that we saw.

My Roman Holiday didn't exactly turn out like Audrey's.

So close yet so far.

All I wanted to see was the Trevi fountain... All RB wanted to see was the colloseo, unfortunately, we all ended up at the Vatican City where you're asked to pay x amount to walk like a million miles to get to the Sistine Chapel, which I'm sad to announce did not live up to expectation.

You're not even allowed to take pictures inside either.

But since I'm an asshole, I took pictures anyway, until this guy in civilian clothes caught me... Thus endeth my picture cahoots. Tsk.

We go back to Fontanafredda tomorrow morning/later today... Of course if you're reading this, then that means that we're already back.

...And you know what? It's good to be back.

Kisses!

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Today

So yeah, the trip wasn't all that bad.

I do however have one particular gripe about some particular thing that I will ask you to remind me to tell you when we meet because it's such a long and complicated story. Or IDK. Probably just complicated.

But here's the thing though... I'm a mirror. And right now... Your image is not looking so great.

I know that anger is such a wonderfully predictable response, but hey... I'm human, hence, I'm predictable.

Or you know whatever...

Like I've said so many times before, take everything I write with a grain of salt... Chances are I was drunk when I wrote them...

I could be drunk right now. Drunk on the fact that I'm beginning to hate you, because you won't friggin' give me my now. Yes, I'm being a brat, a spoiled and selfish brat... I know I don't need you. I know that once I come to my senses, I won't even want you. And you know what a couple of years from now, I probably won't even remember your name. Yes... That is how insignificant all of this will be. So yeah... I don't want friggin' forever. I don't even want next month. I just want the now.

Oh and for the record, I didn't ask for this. You waltzed into my life unannounced and uninvited. And just like that I accepted you... Just. Like. That.

And you know what? Yeah, I am being a girl. So what if I'm being hypersensitive? Don't I have a right to be? But you know what I get it... You wanted a distraction. You were at that point where you were just up to your knees in spite. And there I was, a willing victim to it all.

When will I ever learn that my sole purpose in life is NOT to be a doormat.

Oh and yeah. So what if this is me being overdramatic?

I don't friggin' care. Take it with a grain of salt.

Who knows? I could be drunk.

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Today

Ok sooo... Someone needs to hit the sack and sleep all of this off. LMAO. WTF?

Good night (morning) for reals and kisses for sure...

Toodles!