Penggay's Bucket List

Get published

Win a writing award.

Put up a business

Do an Indochina trip

Earn my first million

Go skydiving

Learn how to swim

Ride a helicopter/private plane

Climb up the Eiffel Tower

Travel with parents and pay for it

Get married to someone I love

Become a parent

Buy my own car

Buy a fancy car (i.e. Mini Cooper, BMW)

Ride a hot air balloon

Bake a cake

Get a perm

Swim with a whale shark

Swim with dolphins

Ride an elephant/camel

Celebrate my birthday on a beach

Travel solo

Sing onstage

Do an Indochina trip

Be debt free

Pose in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa

Go skinny-dipping hee hee

Wear a bikini

Drink mojito on the beach

Backpack Europe

Go parasailing

Study abroad

Invest in stocks

See Jason Mraz up close

Go to Batanes

Build my dream house

Go white water rafting

Float around the Dead Sea

Learn how to surf

Go scuba diving

Ride on the Singapore Flyer

Ride a gondola in Venice, Italy

Milk a cow

Be a server/waitress for a day

Walk on the Great Wall of China

Take a cooking class

Write myself a letter and read it 10 years later

Create a bucket list

Fly a plane

Drive a golf cart

Buy a Prada bag :P

Learn how to drive 

Kiss someone unexpectedly

Send a message in a bottle

Go ice skating

Love Love Love.

My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead:

What is this thing called love story?

When it comes to love, there are a million theories to explain it. But when it comes to love stories, things are simpler. A love story can never be about full possession. The happy marriage, the requited love, the desire that never dims – these are lucky eventualities but they aren’t love stories. Love stories depend on disappointment, on unequal births and feuding families, on matrimonial boredom and at least one cold heart. Love stories, nearly without exception, give love a bad name.
We value love not because it’s stronger than death but because it’s weaker. Say you want about love: death will finish it.

The perishable nature of love is what gives love its profound importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on a tap, love wouldn’t hit us the way it does.

There's No Place Like Here:

There’s a fine love about love and hate. Love frees a soul and in the same breath sometimes suffocates it. I walked that tightrope, with all the gracefulness of an elephant, my head weighing me to the side of hate, my heart hoisting me to the side of love. It was a wobbly journey and sometimes, I fell.

Tarajing Potpot

Please, please forgive me if I have to post this! I just can't help it...

I have a new boyfriend!!!! Lookie,

It's my first big purchase using my own money so you could just imagine how proud I must be. Hehehe!

Thank You, Lord, for giving him to me! I amso grateful I think I'd be a very good girl from now on. Hahaha!

One of the best things that I got this first quarter of 2011. Cheers!