Archive for January 2008
No, I am not going to blab about weddings and all those ‘I do’ crappy stuff… I am far from having one anyway. I am going to talk about my mom. I am feeling extra cheesy and mushy today that I want to reflect on my current relationship with her.
As everybody knows, (or at least those who were ‘lucky’ enough to hear my everyday rantings), I have quite a typical mother-daughter relationship with my mom; that love-hate thing can be very usual… so usual in fact that it pretty much defines all.
I didn’t go to work today because I had to go and see a doctor for my check up (for the -nth time) for my skin condition. I was supposed to undergo a biopsy but the dermatologist suggested otherwise since the progress of whatever this irritating rashes are weren’t that drastic. Cool.
So, who else can go with me but my mom. She had to call in sick just to be able to accompany me and since I am pathetically broke these past few weeks, she had to pay for my check-up and medicines as well. I’ve spent a lot (my saving’s near to extinction) for my weekly check-ups and all those medicines that I had to take. I never imagined I would splurge so much on something which I don’t really like, but I need. Sucks, really especially when you want to buy something but you cannot because you have to save the money for emergencies like this.
Anyway, while I was walking hand-in-hand with mom on our way to the drugstore after my check-up, I realized that I haven’t really spent long hours alone with mama in a long time. I can’t remember when was the last time we went out for a walk or grocery shopping or whatever. Maybe it’s because I think (and my sister would agree with me on this), it’s hard to be around mom. We don’t know why but we often say how we can never be in the same room with her for a minute without ending up arguing. It seems that we cannot agree on something anymore. This afternoon, while spending time with her, I realized how much I miss her. Or how I don’t feel ashame, sleeping and leaning on her shoulders while in a jeepney. I used to do that a lot before; I can’t remember when did I stop or why. It was a little saddening realization.
I just thought that no matter how far we go in life, there is this innate feeling of wanting to go back to where we came from or be near at least. In my case, just like a sick little child, I still call my mama’s name to feel better.
Hello God! Good Monday morning! =) I pray this will be a good day for me, or week, even. I hope I’d finish all my pending tasks and that I would be up to my responsibilities. I hope I’d never frown or feel those numbing tugging feeling at the strings of my heart… I pray I’d be smiling always and share the happiness that would be within me.
I pray for the people around me… that they would be up to the challenges that this day and the days ahead would be bringing. I hope to see smiling faces, some gentle nod of approval and hear their laughing hearts.
I pray that I wouldn’t be angry and would not succumb to that hatred that swallows me whole whenever I see those people who have aggravated me or hurt me in one way or another. I pray that this hatred would just go away.
I pray for those who are hurting… that the wounds in their hearts would heal. I pray for the recovery of their faith and the will to live life for its beauty.
Thank you God and I love you! Amen.
My back is aching and my arse is numb. I’ve been infront of my computer for hours, searching the net for job openings abroad – particularly in Singapore. I don’t really know what came to me but when I opened my yahoo mail and saw occasional job postings for Singapore, I thought “What the heck, it wouldn’t hurt to try.” And so, here I am trying my luck =)
I remember telling myself that I would only leave my current job for a job overseas – preferably in Singapore or anywhere in Asia. I wouldn’t want to go too far yet but hey, anywhere but here will do. I am probably so desperate and my feet are itching too much to get away. I always wonder how an independent life (as a grown-up this time) would be. My independence during my college years was completely different ‘coz I had to live by my parents’ money and generosity and not my own.
I always dream of having my own place somewhere abroad, living a simple yet pro-active life. I will be going grocery shopping on weekends, eat at diners (alone most of the time), go home and watch whatever’s on the tube, indulge in my favorite books and movies, volunteer at corporate socio-civic works, travel at nearby countries once in a while and enjoy the company of some new found friends. Me, myself and I on a foreign land… sounds really exciting.
Why Singapore? I just fell in love with the place the first time I saw it last year. The people, the places, the way of life. Compared with other Asian countries I’ve been to, I love it the most. I admire how people are well disciplined and respectful of the government. Although I sometimes fear how people’s seriousness might be contagious. We all need to smile and laugh at our foolishness sometimes.
My boss is like a dementor – he sucks all the energy and happiness out of people. I just came back from a 15-minute-but-seemed-like-hours talk with him and as usual, I’m nearly lifeless when I got out of his room. Dang! Whoever invented that ‘grin & bear’ stuff…
For days now, I’ve been really contemplating on whether all these bullsh*t is still worth it. (If you’d browse through my previous entries, you’ll find this dilemma over and over and over). For months, I’ve been waiting for something to come my way and if the opportunity is as promising as Ikuta Toma’s near debut in the Japanese Entertainment industry, I would hold on to it with what’s left of my dear life. I don’t really know if my reasons for staying are still valid to the eyes and the ears of those who have been emancipated from the ‘dark lord’ (literally and figuratively speaking!) I trust what my friends (from here at work) think about this whole thing and they are saying the same thing- it is NOT worth it.
So why am I still here, pathetically complaining through my keyboards? It would probably take heaven and hell to explain myself but just to make things simple — it is because I am a kind-hearted, considerate, professional and practical person. Nah… let’s do away with the negative words for once. hehe. Weird but it makes me feel guilty (I don’t event know if it’s the proper word to use ‘coz I don’t have to feel guilty about anything) when I think about leaving the magazine behind. It’s like leaving your baby behind – after all the sweat and tears and sacrifices, I’m worried it will all come down to nothing. Not really saying I’m the only one who could make this work (or I’m irreplaceable) but I have no idea what will happen once I’m hands off the job already.
Fly away beautiful man… R.I.P Brad Renfro (1982-2008)
image from here.
Why wouldn’t this face be? *Thet swoons and drops (drooling) on the ground*
Whhaaat?!? Classic case of ‘anino pa lang, ulam na’…
Folks, ladies and those who want to be one, meet Daniel Henney…