Impromptu

For the first time, I am now sitting inside the faculty room, typing this post! I could not believe that I will ever have a time to do this, what, with my hectic schedule and with all the bugging people surrounding me. :)

I felt the need to write down my thoughts. A day worth remembering no matter how seemingly ordinary and routine. I know that at the end of the day, I have something to carry with me as I head home: lessons to learn on relationships, persistence, patience, being time-bound and letting go.

I never thought that I will be able to feel all these in one day. 

Later, I will ponder on each of these and ask myself, "how am I doing so far?"

..hopefully, I am doing good.

 (2012 post) One ordinary day. I was in a jeepney bound to work, when 2 girls jumped in and sat inside. One was a real lady, the other was a gay..she sat next to me..she's pretty and sexy, while I'm fat but pretty..

     Then came in 2 men. They sat opposite me and "miss pretty-sexy-but-I'm-not-really-sure-she's-a-lady". And guess what, one of the 2 men gave a second look to the "lady" beside me..Who wouldn't? With her long flawless legs inside the short shorts and a spaghetti strap top!

      It really amazes me how the third kind has evolved into such a beautiful embodiment! I feel inspired and I admire these people because through time they have constantly strived and fought for their freedom of self expression and equality. I admire their strength, their confidence and their wisdom. Yes, they are truly one of a kind.

      I don't know why some of us hate or despise the gays and the lesbians. I do not see any valid reason why. What is important is that these people are working at their best to become productive citizens, as long as they do not step on other people only to get what they want and as long as they have their own faith and God to believe in..those things will matter much more than disliking them. 

        I have gay friends. I find them smart, and they have a great sense of humor. There is no dull moment with them. And more interestingly, they work at their best as professionals not only in my country but also abroad. I learn a lot from them especially when it comes to decisions on career matters and how to make life a bit less pressuring when everything just seems to be out of sync.

       Though there is still some degree of unacceptance among the third kind in our society, I am hopeful that one day, there will be total openness to the fact that in this world, not only the hearts of true men and women exist.. but also men with hearts of women, and women with hearts of men. I also hope that in spite of differences in convictions, beliefs and principles, ultimately, each one of us will find a harmonious world to live in-- free from discrimination and erroneous judgements.

         I can't wait to ride another jeepney. :-)

(as posted 2012)I love food. It doesn't take much to impress me when it comes to taste. Actually, I'm a cook wannabe (not even eyeing to be a chef). When I have time, I watch cooking shows on TV, hoping that I would get the recipe right (starting with the ingredients which I forget some of them!). 

One day I got to watch on lifestyle network. There was this lady doing the demo. The recipes (?) were something like a turkey sandwich, brownies with hint of peanuts and a steak (don't remember what kind of meat). I was amazed on how she cooked all those foodie with ease, as if she had it all done in ten minutes! Hmmm.. enticing! But then as I looked closely, I realized every stuff was full of fat and oil :-( I wonder what's the total calories of each, with the serving size?

She said that what she prepared were all for his husband, which to me was very sweet. She also mentioned about the sandwich, it was the same sandwich that she gave him when they first got together as a couple. I wished I could do something like this to my hubby,too! (Well who knows..just list all the ingredients..)

And so she went to an area in their house where her husband was busy doing something on the laptop. Then, as I expected, Mrs. Chef's Hubby was smiling up until it reached his ears :-) (as they say, the faster way to a man's heart is through his stomach). What made me laugh was what he said to his wife as she handed him all the food, "Hmm..did I do something good, or you did something bad?"..I couldn't help but laugh because that was so true! When somebody (especially your hubby or wife )gives you something sooooo good, sometimes, you might think like that. I don't know , maybe you actually might had thought something like that :-)

Food is truly man's best friend. When you need some comfort, there's comfy food, when you're homesick, there's home-y food, when you're sick, there's DAT food, or no-taste food as I call it. But no matter how food was cooked or how long it took before you ate the finished product, what's important is you cook the food with all your heart into it, and think that the person who gets to eat it will forget his name (haha). I mean, cooking is an art, a passion, a gift and craft, so one must always give it his/her best shot.

I tried cooking twice or thrice for my hubby and he liked all of it! :-) (i think!).

Well, i love cooking shows and would love to try to cook some more. :-)

(2012 post) It's already 10:30 PM tonight and I can't believe I'm still here inside some internet cafe trying to catch some news and updates from my emails and my facebook account. When was the last time I ever had the time to do this? I don't even remember. And the last time I ever wrote a blog was like ages ago!
I just don't know why time passes me by all too fast! It's even quicker than the lightning. I really want to do so much, like pursue a new hobby or learn how to dance hiphop or something, but ironically, I am doing so many things already that I couldn't do so much anymore. I wonder if this has ever happened to anybody else?
I wish time will stop. Not too long, but enough for me to have some of it..just to take a quiet walk, read a book, write a blog, write a book or to sleep. What will it take for me to receive the gift of time?
But a part of me also says that it is time that is eating me up. I work for how many hours a day, get home late then before I knew it, it's sleeping time. Then tick tock..get up for work again.
The truth is, it's not time eating me up but working all day does not give me my own time anymore. I have to do something, or else it will never be the same again. Chances will go away along with precious time.. And when that comes, I may not be the same again. Ever.

The World Wide Web!

          I already had an FB account for about 2 years now and recently, because of the need to expand my clientele for a small business, i learned how to create (of course with the help of my girl friend) a page for promotions.

         Then my younger brother told me to have a Twitter account, so I could get in touch more often with my prospective customers..and with my tweets, I can have them follow me especially if these will be connected with my business.

        So today, I decided to sign up. It was a culture shock for me! I mean, it is so much okay and fun, but I was a baby of the 90s and honestly I am bot quite at pace with all those stuff that I had to click on each of the pages! 

        But I am willing to learn, though. It will take time. I need time.

        For now, I am curious if this post will reach people I know..hope it can interest them.

        I keep my fingers crossed. 

The Young of Hearts

               It is kinda funny how sometimes we find laughs even in a seemingly extraordinary way. I was on my way home after a tiring day at work. For somebody who lives in a far, far away land, such as Antipolo City, riding the LRT seems to be the greatest invented means of transportation! 

               But of course, riding the LRT is also like being in a camp, where POWs  are all-haggard and lined-up for the sparsely bowl of boiled potato.I am one of those people all-haggard waiting in line (if you can call it that) for the next train to arrive! 

           I confess, I am quite the sensitive type, meaning, I hate crowded places like LRT because as a medically-inclined person, I know of infectious and communicable diseases like tuberculosis, SARS, etc. And I do have paranoia with those each time I ride the LRT. 

               But then this day was different. I knew the LRT was jam-packed and I could smell all their armpits and their "sweat"-scented clothing, yet I found a way to divulge my attention into something else.I looked around and noticed people blabbering and chattering about anything. There was a group of male college students talking about their moms.One of them said, "Tol, bat ganun no? nung bata pa tayo, gusto natin lagi kasama nanay natin sa bahay, tapos umiiyak pa tayo pag umaalis nanay natin sa bahay. Tapos ngayon, mas gusto natin pag wala sa bahay nanay natin". The other guy laughed and said, " OO nga tol, pag ngayon nasa bahay nanay mo matakot ka, pag wala sa bahay masaya ka!"

             That gave me a silent yet hearty laugh! I realized I could relate to those guys. I realized how, during my teen years, I would remember the times when my mommy's not in the house, and then I would goof around or do stuff that she wouldn't like! I realized, yes, what those teenagers said were so true. The reasons why, during teenage years, we sometimes didn't want our mommy in the house are too many to mention, including (just smile if you agree) : 1. mommy tends to nag around the house, 2. mommy is wary about every little thing we do, 3. mommy doesn't agree with whatever we do, 3. mommy is on Commando mode, telling us to do the dishes when we are too busy on the phone...and the list goes on.

            I wonder how did these guys ever come up with a conversational topic such as that. It appears funny, yet true. It was something to laugh about, yet it also reflects how we see things as we get by from childhood to teen years, to middle age and to old age. And it came to me,  when I was a lot younger, I would always want to go where mommy goes. When I became a teenager, either I would want to be out of the house all the time, or be at home wishing mommy will not say anything drastic or ask me to do chores. And then, when I became a mother myself, I realized all the love and sacrifices my mommy has shown to me. I've read wall posts of persons way much older than me, and for me it  is amazing to learn that when a mother or a parent leaves or dies, they'd wish to turn back time so they can be together again. 

               Life is a cycle,really. I know someday, when I get old, I would wish mommy will always be here for me. I'd wish to be a child again so that mommy can stay with me for the longest time. 

              I wrote this post because those college guys made me laugh yet they taught me more, not only about age and generation gap between parent and children, but also about learning at what point in life I am. Fortunately, way past the teenage reasoning, and if you'll ask me now, yes, I need mommy, maybe not for her to be physically around, but just her voice and advice would make me feel everything will always be okay.

                  Should I change the title of this post?