Monday, August 18, 2014
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Laughter is the best medicine
Me to anak, as she was about to take her vitamin C: "Nak, pahingi nga. Iinom din ako."
Since she takes her vitamin C together with Cherifer, she goes: "Eh pag uminom ka ng Vitamin C, dapat iinom ka rin ng Cherifer. Partner kasi sila"
Me: "Hindi na ako pwedeng mag Cherifer. Pang bata lang yan"
Anak, looks at her Cherifer, and reads from the packet: "Pwede naman. Nakasulat dito for 10-22"
Then, she looks up at me, with a silly smile, winks, and goes: "Uyyyyyy!"
Obviously referring to my constant claim that I am only in my twenties.
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
Good riddance
This person told me : "magaling ka talaga, masyado lang strong."
I was very much tempted to respond: "nope. Masyado ka lang b-o-b-o"
Haist. Some people are so full of themselves that they delude themselves into thinking that they are always right.
Good riddance, i say.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Comma
I texted anak to ask if she wanted oreo strawberry cookies & cream ice cream.
She replied: "cookies and cream"
So, when i got home, i showed her this and teased her about making a choice.
She matter-of-frankly told me: "eh akala ko di ka lang marunong gumamit ng comma!"
Friday, February 21, 2014
Wednesday, February 05, 2014
Delusions.
It burns. When one has set one's mind to getting what one has so loudly harped about and it does not happen.
It burns. When the thing one has been waiting for a year happens to someone else.
It burns. When one felt entitled and realizes that it was a misplaced notion.
It burns, I know, but it is not an excuse to find someone else to blame for your failure. If only you worked harder, took extra effort, and actually did something for you to deserve what you thought yoi deserved.
It was not taken from you. It was not yours to begin with. Stop deluding yourself.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
MMK
While watching MMK's episode about 3 siblings left in the orphanage, I turned to anak.
Me: "nak gusto mo ipadala kita dyan? (me referring to the orphanage)
Anak replies: "saan sa MMK?" :😂
Me: "nak gusto mo ipadala kita dyan? (me referring to the orphanage)
Anak replies: "saan sa MMK?" :😂
Social media
I twitter.
I instagram.
I facebook.
I pin.
I etsy.
I blog.
Therefore, I am.
I love social media. It's not so much about people following me, it's more about me having a platform for my inane, mundane and/or insane thoughts.
I love being in twitter, where I can rant and spew my angst to the "world" without nary a worry that I will offend someone.
I love instagram, where I can post photos of whatever catches my fancy without the pretentiousness of the written word.
I love facebook, where I am taught daily the values of patience, tolerance and appreciation.
I love pinterest, where I can curse to high heavens without really having spoken anything.
I love etsy, where I imagine a world where the only things I do are the things I want to do.
I love blogging, where I humor myself with the notion that I am a writer-of-sorts.
Ergo, I find it short changing myself (and the legions of people who follow me in each web venue) if all of my internet-based self have the same content.
There is a different me in each one.
And I sort of love each one of them. 😉
I instagram.
I facebook.
I pin.
I etsy.
I blog.
Therefore, I am.
I love social media. It's not so much about people following me, it's more about me having a platform for my inane, mundane and/or insane thoughts.
I love being in twitter, where I can rant and spew my angst to the "world" without nary a worry that I will offend someone.
I love instagram, where I can post photos of whatever catches my fancy without the pretentiousness of the written word.
I love facebook, where I am taught daily the values of patience, tolerance and appreciation.
I love pinterest, where I can curse to high heavens without really having spoken anything.
I love etsy, where I imagine a world where the only things I do are the things I want to do.
I love blogging, where I humor myself with the notion that I am a writer-of-sorts.
Ergo, I find it short changing myself (and the legions of people who follow me in each web venue) if all of my internet-based self have the same content.
There is a different me in each one.
And I sort of love each one of them. 😉
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Coffee Addict
Being enamored no end by Starbucks does not make you a coffee addict. Not in my book--- especially if the only thing you drink is cold frappucino. 😂
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