talent ... anyone?

I'm not artistically talented ... music hates me ...  my feet ... arrggg .. never mind  ... my hands can't do anything beautiful ... but I know how to spot a talent ...

One lazy evening, one of our friends showed this guitar boy's youtube video ... the viewers in our living room had strange reactions. I said, "Is that for real?" The OC King cursed and cursed and cursed again. He gave up. He accepted that he will never learn how to play the guitar. The rest of the viewers' jaws just dropped. He was too damn good ... everyone hated him. Well I secretly adored him ... hehehe

He had too many good videos ... I can't seem to pick my favorite ... here are some ...
Prepare to be amazed  ...

 This was the first video I've seen. I think it's one of the newest ....

Michael Jackson .... anyone?

Best Dancing Queen ever ...

U2 Fever 

So you think you're talented? Think again ...

now what ....

Christmas is over ... a few more days and it's 2011 ...
Resolutions ...
Everyone makes new year's resolutions and breaks them eventually ...
So I'll make plans ... huh ... what's the difference ...
Someone told me before that plans and goals should be written and, if possible, should be read daily ...
It'll make you stick to that plan .... So I'm posting my plans for 2011 ... please do the reading for me ... I figured the more people reading it ... the more I could stick to it and reach my goals ...

A. Fix myself
1. Got big ass and humongous thighs ... gotta trim those  ... oh ... and my giant belly, too!
2. Fix my to the left ... to the right hair
3. Fix my to the left  ... to the right eyebrows
4. Resuscitate my toenails
5. Clear my effing brain
7. Clear my effing bag
8. Sleep earlier ... not early in the morning ...

B. Fix our house
1. Our desktop table is full of this SH** wires , cables and chargers ... they're sprawling everywhere ... crawling up the monitor... gotta trim those ...
2. Our kitchen's a mess ... need new kitchen stuff ... whoa ... nuf said ...
3. My clothes need to evacuate  from the closet ... hhhhmmmm .... garage sale?
4.The OC KING's motorcycle is in our living room ...  I think it needs to evacuate, too ... but ... arrrggg ... please read this ... 100x everyday .....
5. The OC Princess's stuff is accumulating ... I think they're all evacuating from the department store to our house ... gotta guard our gate ..
6. We need a bed ... oh ... don't get me wrong ... we have a mattress ... no bed frame ...

C. Fix my life
1. Save
2. Save
3. Save
4. Save
5. Just save ...wouldn't really change anything in my life ... it's so imperfect ... that I love it too much ...


Oooopsss ... hello? anyone reading!? I just realized --- I don't have any follower ~~ I'm doomed!!!!!

Lazy Xmas

In about 13 hours, it'll be Christmas. I've got dishes to wash, mouth to brush, hair to shampoo and body to cleanse. So what the hell am I doing here...

I feel so lazy ... our bed's not yet made ... our house looks like a dump site desperately needing an incinerator. But, what the heck, it's a holiday! Why do people worry too much on holidays ... especially on Christmas. We fuss too much. This Christmas, I'm going to be lazy. I'll do everything super slow mo ...

Every Christmas,  TV shows and ads, magazines, banners, even social network sites, are full of the Xmas spirit ... messages of love and happiness. Everyone's so busy -- I wonder why. Don't get me wrong -- I'm not the Grinch. I love Christmas and the whole package that comes with it.  My butt's just too heavy to do anything ... I don't know where to start.

I hope greeting everyone with a warm MERRY CHRISTMAS would do. I'm so amazed that no matter how sad the whole year was for someone -- Christmas always makes it a little bit better.

I'm not making any sense -- I guess my brain's connected to my butt ...

Have a happy lazy Christmas people .... **warm hugzz** and tons of LOVE ....

Inspired by ...

I want to write not because I'm good at it but because I'm jealous. I'm envious of people who have the power to express their zaniest ideas into writing ...

Here are some of the writers I'm most envious of ...

1. Sophie Kinsella
Her stories are simple, fun and light. They're easy reads. I don't really have to stress myself out. I'm so amazed at how she can make simple things sound so funny. She manages to express, through her female protagonists, how a woman really thinks and feels. It's good to know that I'm not the only one who thinks strangely. Not that I'm a shopaholic, but I think I'm 80% Rebecca.

2. Jessica Zafra
When it comes to short twisted articles, she's the majesty queen. I remember saving up my allowance just to buy all the TWISTED compilations, which, by the way, are all missing -- paging all my college buddies -- come out, come out wherever you are  ....
I want her brain ... she's a genius ... she writes so effortlessly ...

3. Bo Sanchez
His articles are so cute ... uuuuhhmmmm ... sorry that's the best adjective I can think of. In my previous post, I mentioned about being at a religion crossroad ... but every time I remember his articles,  I think that he is right ... our relationship with the creator ... should be light, free ... like our relationship with our friends .. that simple ... In his articles, he relates God to the simplest everyday tasks he does ... not so grand ... just plain and CUTE ...

4. Pam Pastor
One lazy afternoon, I ended up buying her papercuts compilation instead of getting my toenails done. I didn't regret it. Even though my toenails look horrendous now, I enjoyed her articles. I adore her style. I'm also so happy to know that I'm not the only klutziness queen. I'm so glad to share my throne.

5. Golden
I read her blog accidentally. I was looking for a review on one Baguio restaurant and I stumbled on her blog. Her diary entries aren't mostly resto related. Her blog is mostly about her family and some cosmetics stuff but I hope she does more food tripping adventures 'coz I love how she reviews restaurants. She writes about these restos without pretensions, nothing fancy, just plain old view on what she thinks about them. . Oh, and she's an ukay fan, too. The stingy person that I am, ukay is my haven.

This is it ....

This is it ...
I've made like three unsuccessful, inactive blogs ... and I've said that exact same line ... well  ... uh  ... trice ... promising that ... I'll keep that blog as active as I possibly can  ... well, guess what  ...  I'm bad with promises ...

It's almost 1 am here in the Philippines and well ... it's the 23rd of December ... 2 more days and it's Christmas ... 8 more days and it's 2011.

2011 scares me ... the biggest reason is that ... uhhmmm ... well ... I'm turning 30 that year .... yup ... yup... the big 30 ... I think  ... I haven't really made the most of my 20s so I'm not quite ready yet to leave its comforts ...

Well my plan is to make changes in my life  ... big ... small ... whatever ... I was born on the month of October ... so officially ... I have about 10 months  to change before I finally turn 30 ...

I really want to have an interesting blog that I can be proud of ... so I guess this is the start ... let me reiterate ... I don't quite keep my promises so I won't ... But I'm crossing my fingers that it'll work ...

Before I make changes in my life let me give you some non-juicy little facts about me  ...

1. I'm really freaking out that I'm turning 30 next year.

2. I'm married to an obsessive compulsive, stubborn man whom even if I really hate his character, at the end of the day, when he's sleeping so soundly, I still do find him so adorable.

3. I'm a mother to an obsessive compulsive 4 year old princess, who, like her father, manages to be so charming when she's asleep.

4. I have a regular, decent job with quite a decent salary, a wonderful boss, and lovely colleagues. I love my job, stressful as it is, among all the other strange jobs I've had ... it still is the best. Though I'm worried that since it's just a small company and owned by a foreigner, this dream job might not last that long. So I have a back up plan  but that's another story.

5. I'm a messy bitch. This, among others, appalls the OC king of the house.

6. I'm the queen of klutziness -- which appalls the OC king more and more and more.....

7. I'm in between religions now ... not that I'm morally bad but ... well .... you know ...

8. At age 29 ... I'm not yet a registered voter ... oh .. and so is the OC king ...

9. I also have to get a passport soon... which I badly need just in case someone gives me a ticket to -- (hahaha ... dream on)

10. I'm desperate to travel ... I sometimes find myself reading travel blogs ... checking hotel prices ... checking airfare rates in the Cebu Pacific site... I plan everything ... but that's the end of it ... just plans ... need donations people ...

11. I'm a desperate writer ... did I mention that I teach English ... but ... oh ... well ... basing on how this article is going ... I think I effing suck in writing ...

12. My brain has too many thoughts and if I don't spill it out through writing or talking ... I'll be crazy before I turn 40 ... please prepare my asylum bed ...

13. I'm so sleepy now ... so this is it ... TATA!

Word count --- excuse my repetitive use of "well"s and "that"s ....

mommy me!

"A daughter is a miracle that never ceases to be miraculous ...
full of beauty and forever ... 
loving and caring and truly amazing."

Bea's favorite bedtime story is her own princess life story ...one I had to make up 'coz she kept asking how she was born. Well, it's not really made up, it's mostly true with some exaggerated alterations. She loves the story and every time she can't sleep, she asks me to tell the story again and again and again. It's tiring but I love telling the story to her. It's a memory, I hope, I will never forget.

Here's the story ... I always start it with "once upon a time a... " for the drama effect.


Once upon a time, Mama and Papa asked for an angel from God. There was this naughty little angel in heaven, and He decided to send her to them. When Mama, found out she was expecting a baby, everyone was so happy and excited. The long wait is over. The day before her arrival, Mama and Papa went Christmas shopping 'til the shops closed. Mama didn't expect she would arrive earlier. At around 4 am of December 21st, Mama's water bag broke. Papa panicked and he didn't know what to do. Mama was not quite sure how he started the car. Mama managed to change clothes and get the bag (which was already prepared weeks earlier by my super excited mother-in-law/first time grandma). Mama didn't feel any pain, everything was normal except for some water coming out. This made Papa more nervous and asked her, "how come there's no pain!?" After all the fuss, Mama and Papa managed to get to the hospital. The hospital staff told Mama her angel was coming. After that, Papa remembered to call Grandma and Grandpa (who actually arrived quite faster than expected.) Mama still didn't feel any pain. It was only around 8 am that Mama started to feel some teeny tiny pain which she passed to Papa by pinching his hand. After a few seconds, the pain was gone, and she started laughing again (which really amused Grandpa). At around 11 am, the pain escalated (really ... escalated is the perfect word). The wise owner of the hand Mama's supposed to be pinching was suddenly gone ... leaving her with nothing to pass the pain to. Papa later told Mama, her pinches were too painful to bear (hahaa --- MEN!) . No more intervals ... the pain was constant ... Mama said,(this is really an exaggeration, I didn't actually say this) "Ahhhhh, my devilish little angel is coming!" So, the station nurse ushered Mama from the labor room to the delivery room (I walked ... it was about 20 steps --- I think). Mama's doctor came and she started pushing the angel out ...
As far as I can remember, I think it was only 3 big pushes.

Finally, at 2:31 pm, a white angel came out. The doctor placed her on top of Mama's tummy.

  I know it's cliche but the pain, the exhaustion were really gone when I saw her.

They cut the umbilical cord that bind Mama and the angel and the pediatrician took her away. (I usually skip the part of the cutting 'coz it reminds Bea of her fallen umbilical cord which we're still keeping and at this part of the story she'll stand and look for it.) After two hours, they brought the tiny princess into Mama's room which was full of excited spectators. Each person waiting for his/her turn to hold the angel. (During this part of the story , Bea always gives me a sweet smile.) ~ the end~

It slightly changes every time but after every story, she always says, ".. and all of you were very very happy the moment you all have seen me?!" I answer, "Of course!" She hugs me and says good night then sleeps.

EPILOGUE
When all the spectators left the room, Papa asked Mama, "We can do this, right?!" Mama answered, "We can!"

And surely we did and continuously doing it ... Bea's 3 years old now ... and the angel has some devilish side but remains sweet and loving. She's a blessing I'll always be thankful for!