Monday, August 26, 2013

Bilang super secret ang blog blogan...

Nakakasawa magpaka-Superman. Nakakapagod din kapag ikaw lang ang may pakialam kung may pambayad ba ng kuryente, may bigas ba o kung hindi ba tayo mapuputulan ng water supply. Samantalang yung mga kasama mo sa bahay puro news, basketball, UFC, tennis, bodybuilding, syota at kung ano ano lang ang inaatupag.

Not to be insensitive to my family's plight pero kailan ba kayo naging sensitive sa plight ko?

(End of rant)

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Of true beauty

I was watching Radha in The Voice and was marvelling over her vocal prowess when papa commented on her weight. I retorted, "Kaya nga The Voice di ba? Looks shouldn't be an issue. At saka maganda kaya s'ya."

He said, "Kahit na, kahit anong ganda ng babae kapag mataba nawawala din."

The argument went on with me defending beauty plus talent versus weight and naturally I think won because he stopped.

Bigla kong na-realize, I shouldn't marry a guy who thinks the same way papa does. Guys who think this way should be beaten up hanggang maging kamukha nila si Derek Ramsey. Kidding aside, it is true pala that most guys are really shallow. They look at women and pick out who they think is the best one based on the shell alone. Doesn't matter if they are smart or witty or responsible or successful or eto na lang eh, a good person. For guys like papa, those are just icing on the cake.

Or am I just disappointed because it was my own father who made the careless and stupid comment? I don't know. I just realized how important it is to choose the guy you'll fall in love with. One more item on my list: find a guy who will love you even at your worst day.

Choosy na kung choosy but I won't end up with a guy who thinks that women should all look like Rosie Huntington-Whiteley at any age and beat myself up when I can't quite measure up. Kakain na lang ako nang Cadbury Milk Chocolate all day rather than put up with their nonsense, kahit kasing hot pa yan ni Henry Cavill.

Grr.

Friday, August 16, 2013

Insomnia

Stupid to be in this rut, waiting. For something to happen. And then nothing does. It would be very difficult to believe if somebody is to tell me that this is not a punishment. Because it sure feels like one. Because nothing else would hurt this much, like being hacked at with a dull and rusted blade. And feeling stupid for ever feeling that way because it all started with a shallow and meaningless ping that morphed into a delusional craving. A stupid obsession containing a mix of scenes that happened and some that happened only in my mind. Scenes that may or may not have meant something, to you or me or to anyone who cared to say a word about it.

If all of this only made sense, I wouldn't be writing it at all.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Art of Saying "No"

Inasmuch as I hate to admit it, I am a certified people-pleaser. I stretch myself thin trying to gain people'sd approval. And saying no to them, is simply not an answer.

Which is why I am in a weird bender right now. In my attempt to please everyone, I say yay to every request, to every invitation. In the process, not only am I all over the damned place, I totally forgot how to please myself.

They say smart women know how and when to say no.Right now, I don't feel like I'm one of them. I should perfect this art and probably be happier and more content with my decisions. And hopefully as a result, have people like me for me, not for what I can do for them.