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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)

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.

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.

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.

Made beauty of my mess. Again.

The Father hitting a flock of birds (metaphorically, teehee) with 2 stones from Matthew 14:22-36 and 15:1-20. All of my questions and lessons that I have to relearn at this very moment answered in 2 stories. I have been praying (and grumbling) to God about a lot of things that have gone wrong lately and instead of actively seeking Him by fighting for my quiet time and putting His word and commandments into my heart, I took things in my own hands and ventured into a sojourn of doubts and disobedience. From time to time, I did manage to find time to talk to Him and read His word but in retrospect, I was acting more like I was God and telling Him what I wanted to happen, instead of giving up control and trusting His ways. Time and again, a Singapore-haze-like cloud which was my pride, blurs my understanding which made me more confused and rebellious.


Tonight's quiet time proved that God actively pursues His children who may have lost their way temporarily and those who are yet to find Him. I am truly blessed to have known Him and accepted Him as my God and savior. Because of this, I learned how to forgive and be less critical with myself and also to seek forgiveness (which is my number 1 agenda tomorrow) and be forgiving to others (especially those who matter like family and friends whom I am more likely to hurt and vice versa).


I understand that my slip is far from over. That this is just the beginning of a long pruning process. I still am praying for faith to believe and trust in Him and the best thing about our God, no matter how often we doubt and hurt Him, He never runs out of love and understanding.

Mama

I miss Mama. I don't why why tonight I suddenly thought of everything she has done for me which promptly brought on three buckets of tears. Distance is never good for me and my family emotionally. As I've said, I've never been away for long stretches of time and never felt the urge to do so if not for the fact that I need to earn more. Thinking about them, especially my mom, like this is not good at 3 in the morning because I am feeling the urge to solve this. I vow from today that I will only stay overseas to work and once I saved up enough to give us a comfortable life back home, I will go back and stay with my family and take care of my mom and pop. Being away from her for good is unthinkable since I am busting my ass off trying to make sure that we'll have a good life so not seeing them enjoy it is pointless.

Ok enough drama for tonight, I'll go grab an Advil for this headache caused by the inexplicable urge to bawl.

DEEPER IN YOU

I've read a lot of things (books, stuff on the net, the Bible) and heard a lot of people say that one way to let off stress is to think about all the things in your life that you are most thankful for. So since I'm in the mood for some melodramatic thoughts tonight, let me lay all that down:

1. Thankful for finding my way back to a relationship with God. To be honest, this is always a work-in-progress for me since I am never the nice girl who never speaks ill of anybody and I always falter in leaving all the control up to Him. Getting into a church that tirelessly remind me to serve God by serving His nation proved to be a big help and hopefully this year, I can be a better Christian and also a better person.

2. For SG friends (Lani, Ray, Kuya Jay and Ate Jules). I've only met every one of them here but they have proven time and again that I am lucky to have a family away from home. I wouldn't say that we have a perfectly harmonious relationship with each other but I appreciate the fact that they, in turn, treat me as family.

3. Family and friends back home. They might not be physically here but the continuous support and understanding I got from them helped me tremendously during the toughest days. They are the people I can run back to during the most dreadful circumstances and be sure that I will be accepted and loved.

4. And lastly, all the bad things that happened to me. They might have crushed me temporarily this past year but I can't help but still be thankful. Grateful because they made me realize that failing at something is not the end of the world. It is a truly humbling experience and I got to know who among the people around me, are the real ones.

To end this drama, quoting Sigmund Freud, "One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful". I'm not even in a point where I can say that I am comfortable and thriving but thinking about the people and things I enumerated above made every struggle worth my while.