Quick Peek at my World

Today I broke down in tears when you said "Hello.." and "How are you?" Utterly simple, everyday words that  shattered my control and split my heart into a million tiny pieces. . The heart that I had painstakingly tried to put back together slowly had split into a million tiny pieces all over again. Much the same way I had felt 4 months ago at the words "THIS IS Goodbye.."  Why? Let me tell you the reasons.. You came into my life unexpectedly. Like rain on a hot summer day; you were a welcome relief from my dark, bleary existence. You became a very important part of my life, my light at the end of the tunnel. And that alone, is so much to be thankful about. You were genuinely interested in me as a person, not as someone you could take advantage of. You asked me my dreams, and you shared me yours. You were happy at my small successes, and proud of my achievements. You were there when I am sad, and you laughed with me when I'm feeling good. We ma...

“We make destiny with every turn, every choice.” - Nora Roberts I'm a bird who likes flying..  Not because I don't love my owner, but because I like my freedom. My husband took 10 years to marry me..  Not because he doesn't want to, but because it took him that long to convince me to stay. For 14 years he has kept the windows open and the door unlocked..  Not because he wanted me to fly away, but because in case I did,  then I can always go back home. I have never done any manual labor since we've been together..  Not because I am lazy, but because I am being treated like a princess. I have decided to stay with him for the rest of our lives..  Not because I do not have a choice, but because he have given me enough reasons to stay. He will never be my Master.  Not because he doesn't deserve to be, but because he chose to be my partner and best friend. These are some of the may reasons why I believe that it ...

I will never be a nagger. I will wait until my children do their homework on their own. I will never punish them for not washing the dishes. I will let them choose the clothes that they want to wear. I will never be like my mother -- or so I thought. My mother married and had kids at a very young age. While raising us, she was also growing up herself. She juggled school and taking care of 6 children at the same time. She had to grow up really  fast... And I don’t envy her hardships. When I was young, I didn't understand why homework needs to be done at the exact time that she tells us to. I rebelled at having to stay home while my sisters go to parties. I didn't like being put into pigtails and frilly frocks. And I didn’t understand her “No TV on school nights” rule. I did not realize that study habits are needed to establish self discipline early on in a child. That washing the dishes meant teaching your kids a sense of responsibility. I found out only when I turned 18 t...

I have always been weak when it comes to the emotional aspects of life. While I easily smile at simple things and laugh out loud at the silly stuff, I have never been known to say I love you in usual circumstances.. or hug someone just because I feel like hugging. A lot of times I wanted to hug you, or tell you I love you.. but I don't. It's always been hard for me to express myself in words, so I've decided to write my thoughts down.. in the hope that I would get it to you, while I still can. I grew up knowing that I am loved. Your constant presence and support all throughout my life has been a guiding light during chaotic events.. A constant source of strength when things get too much..  and a beam of color during dark times. You had never been bossy, or domineering or boastful. You are just you.. masungit at times, suplada on most days, but someone who loves us with the generous heart and spirit that only you can give. And because of that, I am very lucky indeed. I r...

       I have read a lot of reviews about the movie 50 Shades of Grey even before the actual movie came out. Most of the reviews had talked about how bad it is and how people should not watch it because it’s immoral. There is even one review from a Psychiatrist that warns parents to not let their kids watch the movie because “There’s nothing grey about Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s all black.”          I have to admit, I have read the book. About 10 times actually. It’s not so much the BDSM that makes the book appealing for me. It’s the whole control thing. Personally, I think that no matter how strong-willed, assertive and independent a woman is. Deep inside herself there is a need to be taken care of, to be loved, to be protected, to be controlled.         Yes I strongly believe in Feminism, about gender-equality and empowering females to be as strong and productive as the male populace. People, no matter what the...

It's Mother's Day. And what best way to thank my Nanay and my Tatay but by showing you what shaped me to be what I am today. I am a product of a middle-class family. And I am lucky enough to have gotten the best of both worlds. I can sleep in a hut and eat using my hands. I can dress up, stay in a plush hotel and eat at 5-star restaurants. I am comfortable being with a young mother with 12 kids who lives in a small, run-down, one-bedroom hut but can also act carefree and chic when I'm with my single "Sosyal" friends. I have been exposed to both worlds, the upper class who lives in nice big houses and the lower class living in the slums. I saw through the eyes of both worlds, I am a product of both... but I belong in none. We are considered a "middle-class" family. Both of my parents are teachers, one in the academe specializing in the English language, another as a musician teaching/conducting a band. I grew up with not too much and not too little....

Everywhere I see, there a news reports, pictures, videos and memes of Vhong Navarro and Boy Bulalo. For 2 weeks now my news feed is nothing but them. It’s become a circus… and it has irritated me to the point that I wanted to sit down and write what I think of it all. This is my point of view alone. The readers of my blog might not think and feel the same way that I do. But hey, this country is democratic. And we are entitled to our own opinions. There is just one question uppermost in my mind – Has this country stooped down so low that we have become stupid, blithering idiots? The news reports contains people that are getting stupider by the minute. Why do I say so? Let me explain that. One – Boy Bulalo and his quest for Bulalo Soup in a BAKERY. First, why would someone, ANYONE, ask for Bulalo Soup in a bakery? Even drunk people know that only bread is available in a Bakery. I take that back.. of course you can also get butter and maybe coffee there. But still, BULALO SOU...