0 Baby Boomer

Hail to the baby boomers!

No, I ain't talking about those who were born during the Post-War baby boomer era between 1946 and 1964 but the trending pregnancy news within the family and my friends. Yes, the world I guess is so fertile this 2012 and every couple is hormonal that leads to the rise in sales of maternity dresses and baby items (note that we're just in the first quarter and anything can happen).

On the light side, these news lead to some benefits (personal that is). Pregnant moms tend to crave and when your with them, you get showered with the "blessings" from their cravings. Just like now, a friend left a SMS wanting to meet me and another friend with a request that we eat in this La Paz batchoy joint I introduced to her last year because yes, she's craving for that steamy batchoy soup. ;)

While most female in the hood that I know is enjoying their "am-a-mommy-my-belly-gets-bigger-baby-kicking-inside" status, it somehow leaves me thinking. Being a person who adores kids, seeing pregnant friends and cousins sends me mental notes about the ins and outs, do's and don'ts of pregnancy. But what scares me the most are the following: a.) will I find the perfect donor to complete the molecular structure of my future mini-me? b.)am I capable of carrying another life with my womb as its official residence for 9 months? c.) will I be able to surpass giving birth with flying colors? d.)will I look good on maternity clothes? (kidding!)

When that time comes, I think I can handle it, thanks to the pointers that am getting right now.

Later!

0 From Being a Sister to Having Sisters

I am the eldest among 2 siblings. And for the most part, I am the eldest as well in most of my circle of friends so the feeling of being the youngest is somewhat foreign.

Being the eldest gave me this unspoken rule to be the "more responsible" one and to act sensibly so that I'd be a role model to those people who are looking up to me.

In some unknown twist of faith, I was able to experience how it feels like to be the youngest. At work, am surrounded by office mates who are two/three years older. Plus, I get this renewed and stronger bond with my cousins who are 6-15 years senior than I am.

Being the youngest has its perks. I get my share of pampering, of understanding and having someone to ask for sound advice or share my crazy and wild thoughts. It made me feel a little less misunderstood. Looking at their lives now, I get to learn not only how to deal with things better but to understand the by products of haste judgments and the regrets that it entails thereafter. They dry my tears and help me stand up when I feel down and battered.

What's even surprising though is how they value my opinion. It makes me feel "more adult" and important. The debates and the ideas that they share with me helps me to become "wiser" or more "womanly" and empowers me in preparing for my future duties as a wife and a mother (yes, I do see myself in those roles).

To my new found sisters, thanks for making this existence more colorful and for making me realize that sometimes its okay to be taken care off. :)

0 Inspiration

March. Pressure month especially for the graduating class. This year, one of those hopefuls is my brother, who is giving his best shot to become a Mechanical Engineer. If circumstances would allow, he'll be the first in the family to have a title next to his name.

As per observation, I know my bro is working hard to bring home the bacon. There would be times that he would stay late at night to review. When am out, he would ask me to bring him some take out food for him to munch while studying or would ask for permission that he won't be able to go home because he'd do a group review with his classmates. Well I could really feel that his up to the challenge, not just he wants to make us proud but I guess he wants to prove that he can achieve something. My brother may be of all sorts but he gives his heart to whatever he does.

One Monday noon, as I look for our charger at his room, I found a handwritten March calendar posted in his study table. At the bottom of the calendar, he wrote: "Aral ng mabute, konting tiis nalang. Walang susuko." Upon seeing that, I couldn't help but grab a pen and add words of encouragement for him. The following day, my mom also saw it and added a few more words to encourage her bunso. Well he still haven't seen the "vandal" that we wrote on his free wall but I hope that would inspire him to continue aiming for the gold.

And to you my Kid Bro: Parang Nike lang yan. "Just do it!" You can do it bro. We believe in you. Break a leg!

And I'd be a proud stage sister come graduation day :D

0 It's Friday and I'm Out...on a DATE

It has been a while since I went out on a Friday night. Yes I was on a date. Probably those who would be reading this will be all smiles now. My love life has been an open book to a few people, being the reserved person that I am. Most of them would tell me that everything's gonna be alright and I should not close my doors. I, on the other hand, have this, well we could say practice, of going on a dating scene hiatus (and when I say hiatus it would mean years) before I agree to another date.

This time though, I know that there were changes on how I handled myself. I tried dressing more lady-like, the bills were split equally and I had my share of talking (yes I used to be quiet and would just listen, I still do, but I guess now I have developed the art of acknowledging compliments).

One dilemma that I have whenever I go out dating is having indecent proposals. As I mature, I have learned how to handle them and kinda expected guys to be asking that, not that I give in but I know somewhere between the small talks and walking side by sides, a question of "going somewhere private" pops up. Last Friday night though was different and I kinda salute the guy for that. He wasn't prude nor noble but respect and decency ruled in.

Yes guys, I am again smiling. And again writing. And this may mean bad signals. I have kept my doors open, only with laser lights and electric wires on. This time, slow would be the word. I have tried that before but I guess I have not perfected it, so now, I would be using this opportunity to apply it again. Its not that I want to be emotionally detached. However, I just want to be sure and secure before taking the risk. Plays and tears is something I am avoiding. Though it may be inevitable, I guess I could lessen the long-term injury.

Yes, HHWW and goodbye kisses ain't bad after all... :)

Later!

0 Work Frustrations

The start of my year at work wasn't really a blast. I am faced with a challenge of molding a newbie, who happens to have this strong connection with the B (boss).

After almost a month, I am still stuck in training the newbie with the ins and outs of work. However, the thing is, she isn't progressing the same way a newbie should. To make matters worst, she won't take on feedback. Sometimes I wonder at night whether I have done something wrong in training her. While people tell me that am doing the right thing and she's just slow to comprehend, it saddens me to think that my other partner at work seems like giving up on her already. I know time would come that my work buddy of four years would part ways one day, its just kinda frustrating that his replacement would be giving me such a headache. And one wrong move on my end would surely ring a bell on the B's radar.

I am losing patience. :(

0 New Year .New Look

At some point, I wanted to get rid of this blog and start a new one. But six years of love affair with this blog made me stop and think.

So there, I just have it revamped. Fresher look. And maybe I'll try to tweak my entries into something more targeted, not just mere ranting.

BTW, Since late last year I have tried changing my look... A shorter do. Yes, I am starting to shower some lovin' on myself.

Later!

0 Evolution. Change.

Contemplating on changing my blog and revamping it. Wanna start anew, posting daily (hopefully). A lot of things had happened and am thankful to have surpassed them all.

I'll keep you posted once I am ready for the brand new page. :)

Later!

0 Eureka

As I was watching this afternoon TV show that discusses various ups and downs of life, I had a realization. Yes, life is a cycle, and I have to do something about it. I have made the wrong decisions before and I know I can correct it. I have to tap all my talents to become a more productive person and to resolve all my troubles.

I can do this. I will do this.

I just have to make sacrifices from the mean time, give up things (either temporarily or for good) and re-arrange my life, pick up the pieces until I am able to glue up everything back in shape.

And to my friends who never stopped believing that I can stand up and fight however tough the challenges that I am going through, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

To the one Up Above, I know you are just making me realize things. Thank you for opening my eyes. I may be shaken at times but at the end of the day, I am lifting everything to you. Thank you! You rock!;)

I'll keep holding on and fighting. AJA!

1 I am not OK

There, I have said it.

I am not ok.
I feel insecure.
I am down.

And then there were tears...

0 Snail Mail

Well I received a card last week. NO it ain't an e-card on email. Its a real Hallmark card via snail mail. It contained a note of appreciation from a friend. 'Twas really touching. In this world of Internet and email, a tangible card with all the written text in it is indeed a wonderful surprise.

Yes dear, you were able to say your thanks the most memorable way possible.

Thank you too! :)

0 And then the floodgates were opened...

Lately I have been on a shitty ride, financial crisis was on its peak and the emotional drama was high. Yes, I may seem A-okay but am definitely not. The only thing that I cling to is my strong belief that God would never leave me but instead carry me in times of trouble plus my tried and tested friends and loving mom and bro. At times when I think of giving up, I end up crying my a**, and wallowing on self-pity. Yes, I am almost like a beggar asking for a piece of bread. Even the small things that I enjoy such as coffee became a luxury that I feel blessed that mankind has invented such a thing as discount coupons. Little knew how dire my situation is for I don't wanna talk about it. I sacrificed some things which I owned just to cope up with the expenses.

Then came 4th of July weekend. I should have been enjoying Iloilo and Bacolod with mom and bro but mom and I both agreed to postpone the trip. Instead, we opted to go to the nearest mall clinic for check-up. I must say I fear hospitals. There's something eerie in it for me. But then I braved and pushed my luck coz I really don't feel good anymore about something in my system.

Yes, I faced the doctor and found out what was truly bugging me. It is something that would be in my system for the rest of my life (don't worry fellas it ain't HIV). My mom on the other hand, being my dependent, enjoyed her share of health card perks. I even accompanied her when she went for her scheduled lab tests the following day.

What struck my reality was when, since as I have mentioned that we're in a financial trouble, mom texted me that she was thankful that I got her the card for she would not be able to go and have a physical examination and lab test not because of fear but because she would rather use the money in some other ways to ease out troubles. Upon reading the message, my tears fell like an overflowing well. That's when I realized the big difference of how my life is now compared before when we still have a bakery and store that every Sunday lunch was a feast and we get most perks that we deserve (well I actually need to work hard to get it). I was sobbing like a baby and I couldn't care less if I was on board a public van.

Yes I know someday I'll be able to gather myself out of this mess.

So much for my Fourth of July drama.

Later!

0 Starting Anew

I have found my way back. I am returning to the things I love and enjoy. these pet projects include, restoring a bike and using it as well as writing short stories (love stories for that matter)

Some of the plots include:

~A crazy story of two people from some Chinese territory trying to express their love despite the barriers.
~A not so happily-ever-after
~The waiting game

Yes, the stories may be conventional plots but the twists will do the trick...

Later!

0 You

I dunno what kind of bug has bitten me.
The YOU bug perhaps.
Whenever am idle, it is you that occupy my thoughts.
You pop like a speech bubble in my head,
and just like cartoons,
you are there,
doing your thing.
YOU have given me such great memories that I can't erase.
Yes, YOU are permanently inked
tattooed not in my mind
but in this organ enclosed between the bones of my chest
Cheesy, yes.
True, definitely.
You're like a dream that will never be true.
Probably a nightmare that will haunt me forever.

I am starting to hate myself for

being petrified by just a mere vision of YOU
being stunned
being speechless
being occupied with memories that have long should been forgotten. :(

0 Standards

Yesterday, me and my tickles had a text marathon that ended up in a topic about "you-should-have-a-guy-am gonna-introduce-you-to-someone"

On the course of the conversation, upon telling her for the nth time, on how I define the "ideal" guy, I, again, came across this line " The prob Lee is that you are super Ms. Independent and responsible I think it would be hard for me to find someone who would equate or even surpass that the level..."

I dunno. When did being "independent" and "responsible" became a very distracting attitude?

Not that am ranting but thoughts came flooding in:

~am I really that strong that it seems to be that I don't need that other person?
~is being responsible and independent too intimidating?
~if yes, does that mean am on the dead end already? hahaha!

OMG! hahaha!

0 Here comes the Bride

Guess I did it again, making one's wedding a truly memorable experience...

Though I haven't had the opportunity to take great pictures, its fun to know that the couple, their families, relatives and friends enjoyed the party.

And finally I realized this is what I wanna do...
To make every couple's dream wedding possible, organized and fun... :)

1 Change

From now on, am gonna apply this force called CHANGE in my system. That, ladies and gentlemen, will be for the better and would hopefully create more efficiency in my day to day living.

And like they say in Star Wars: May the force by with me.

0 Screwing Up

I shouldn't be holding a pen anymore and pretend that I can write when the truth of the matter is I cannot.
I can not even accomplish writing an academic paper, how pathetic!
Am such a failure.
TOTALLY!

0 Battered

Never thought that the one guy I was trusting not to hurt me both physically and emotionally (not in a million years) did just that all at the same time. The one guy who is supposed to love me unconditionally despite all the dramas and shits. The one guy who came from the same womb as I do, who celebrates the same natal day as I do had just, well gave me the most number of injuries I had, for the record, in my whole damn life. Forget about the physical pain, it can heal. But a wounded heart and a shattered respect plus the drama that yes, I might really be the person he accuses me to be but its just that no damn brave soul can tell it straight into my face (being a kabit, tamad, bobo, tanga and yes the most hurtful Pinoy curse one can throw in the name of your mom) will never be cured by a mere bandage or a head xray (which I might just need now) coupled with mefenamics and topical painkillers.

Yes I am battered.

1 Stagnant

For some reason, I feel like am stuck in a big bad mess full of revelations and uncertainties. I still harbor some thoughts that make me really blue. Yeah I must say, I guess this is a matter of being contented with the things surrounding me. And my inner wishes of someone to understand and comfort me rule.

But here I am searching for the unknown.
I am not living, I am only existing.

Hell... this ain't right...

I should know how important the 5Ws and 1H, yet no matter how I have mastered those, am still not able to use it to its fullest. I cannot even apply the theories to the way that I am suppose to live my friggin' life.

IN this little space, I can be all emo, all sad and I couldn't care less as to how people would perceive me. After all, they have already created an image of me far beyond who I really am.

Hell, this is just one shitty crap re-written and re-purposed all over again and I HATE it!

0 B for Betrayal

Betrayal of trust in friendship is equal to:

~end of all communication
~crumbled circle of friends (or taking sides for that matter)
~hurtful words thrown here, there and everywhere.

However, should this be patched, still it would be hard to mend a cracked trust.