A Tale of Two Condoms

Once upon a time there was a girl who loves everything with polka dots, she loves those tiny circles to bits that she even plans to use it as a wedding theme - if ever she gets married. She admires anything with polka dots but does not buy them often - she just thinks it's not practical. She just views anything online that is related to polka dots. Skirts, bags, blouses, laptop cases, mugs, swimwear, curtains, wallpapers, shoes, towels, carpets, food art.. the list could go on and on and on..

One day in the early months of 2011, she was window shopping at a local department store when a single umbrella caught her eye. It was as if all the other umbrellas are not at par with it. It was dark blue and it has little white circles on it -- it was either an umbrella with chicken pox or it has polka dots! Her heart skipped a bit and she knew right then and there that she wants it. She ditched her green umbrella for the new one. It became part of her humble polka dot collection. She bought it around summer time and she wished it rained just a little so she can show off her new purchase. It didn't - but she used it anyway. She had a long affair with that umbrella, she refused to leave it at home even if she knows she won't use it. Then one rainy June evening she arrived home with just an empty case in her hand - she left her precious polka dot umbrella on a cab. She was heartbroken and she could only wish that her sturdy and beautiful umbrella would be useful to anyone who picked it up. She hoped that the new owner would have a lasting affair until with that polka dot beauty as she did. 

The girl knew that she must move on and start looking for a new umbrella - she needs one since it's officially typhoon season where she's at. She searched high and low for another polka dot umbrella but she never found one. Well she did, but not the same quality as her old one. After a while she stopped looking for a polka dot umbrella, she opened herself to different styles, different colors but same quality. She got a new umbrella in red, she didn't like it at first but it grew on her, for almost a month that umbrella protected her from rain and even the scorching heat. Then a few minutes before July turns to August she walks from the cab to her gate with her bag on her arm and a cake in one hand and  and an empty red umbrella case on the other. Yes, she lost her red-ish umbrella. She lost another one again. 

Now, all she has are two empty umbrella condoms. A reminder that at one point or another she had a rain-buddy. Now she must look for another one and hopefully the next one would last forever or until it breaks or  until the girl dies - whichever comes first.

The quest..

An alternate header, just in case I get tired looking at my tushy each time I check my blog. LOL

Mob Mentality sucks

Gossip. The worst enemy. It's when someone takes your words and molds it into something ugly and mean and your words become partially true or not true at all.

Kampihan. this goes best with gossip. When a group of people who talk about everything but themselves. It's when people find fault on other people and the common hatred intensifies with each accusation and then finally the lie becomes the truth and your vision of the what is real and what is not becomes unclear.

It's true that kung sino ang wala sya ang pinaguusapan -- I use to laugh at this, I think for me it is just a friendly banter. It's a way of showing that you miss someone. I thought it's like remembering your friend's booboos and laughing about life. Not anymore. I thank God that He blessed me with a person who told me what is happening right under my nose.

I just think that if you are friends with a person and you hear something good or bad you gotta confirm it first. I am not saying that I am the best friend ever, I do make mistakes but I always give someone the benefit of the doubt. Always. When people ask me before about another person I tell them the truth, I tell them what I hear and I tell them what the common consensus is. I do this not with the intention of gossiping but because I am sharing the confusion I am feeling -- because I thought they were my friends. For me, that was all that I did wrong, I shared my confusion. I shared what I heard. I reflected on this again and again and again. I realized that betrayal is the worst heartbreak.

This is the last time I am going to let this affect me. I don't ever want to defend myself again. When you don't reach out to a person to ask their side then you are burning bridges. If people I call my friends opt not to ask my side then I won't even bother to explain to them. I won't waste my time and I won't waste theirs. I just hate it when people take sides. I hate it. Mob Mentality sucks.

Again, betrayal is the worst heartbreak. I'm sad right now but I'll be okay real soon. I know I rough it out a lot with friends, I tease and make fun of them, that's just the way I show love. I guess what I am trying to say is that maybe they just don't know me at all that's why one word made them turn their back on me. As with ending any relationship, remember the good and let go of the bad. Bow.

Vintage is love

Since the moment I first saw this watch I fell in love with it! I imagine wearing it with a set of bangles or even beaded bracelets. This would look good on a plaid jacket that I have been eyeing on Forever21. You can dress it up and dress it down. Don't let the color fool you -- gold is a versatile color. This was suppose to be my birthday gift to myself but I ended up not buying it because as you know I just don't spend for myself much. Force of habit. 

The vintage design is to die for -- and I am not exaggerating!

It's half an hour after midnight and I'm still high because of the watch and more so because of the sweet gesture from the boyfriend. He is the sweetest. oh well, I better go to sleep  g'night!

oh wait! Pearl earrings! Yeah this would look good with pearl earrings and a peterpan collar beaded accessory. Ooooh.. the possibilities are endless! Ooooh funky stud earrings and a bib necklace! Seriously, I gotta get  some sleep. :)

Today..

Earlier today I received an SMS from a friend - actually she is one of Miguel's friends. We first started bonding whenever I watched the boyfriend's basketball game. We cheer for the same team since her hubby, Jake and my Miguel are teammates -- they are friends in and out of the basketball court.

Okay back to the story, so around 10am I got a text message from Dawn asking me to help her with some preparations for her baby's baptism. So we met at 2pm and inquired about Max's package at Edsa Shang and then reserved a slot on August 26 at St. Francis de Assisi, the church at the back of Shang. We then walked from there to Megamall to find items for baby Drake's gift registry. It was fun to go through baby stuff and look for things that the baby can use. These are the times that I wish that I have my own baby. Anyhoo, I like that I am able to bond with Miguel's friends I like that I am expanding my friend-network. I know that I'd be able to endure a long distance relationship if I have friends around me.

It was a fun day. The best part was 4hours in Happy Lemon just talking about nothing and everything. We have more in common that I first thought, the family ties, the upbringing and our rants about our men. See Miguel and Jake have similar flaws I am glad that we still have a couple of years to settle down, we can grow and be ready and be the best partner for each other. It was fun ranting and comparing notes and just bashing men in general. What we agreed upon is that women grow faster then men in terms of maturity. It was a fun and mentally-stimulating conversation.

After 4hours of complaining how my boyfriend is all work and no play, he called me add told me that it was raining cats and dogs outside. Miguel asked me where I am and asked me to stay put so he can fetch me and Dawn then bring us home. Isn't he the sweetest? I guess despite his shortcomings and his streaks of immaturity he is the best person for me. He compensates for his shortcomings by loving me unconditionally and taking care of me. Partida, he came from nightshift got out of work at 7pm and  he made sure that Dawn and I gets home safely. At this time I got a text from him telling me he is at home already and is getting ready for work. Superhero. Do I hear you saying Ammazziinnng? He is!

Life at chweni-eight

I know I am in my late twenties -- believe me when I say that it pains me to say that. Anyhoo, I am a still a teenager at heart based on the way I scream my head off when I watch Princess and  I and the way I drool over young leading man who are not even legally allowed to drink. Poof that makes me a cougar hahaha

I didn't know that being 28 feels this effing young. Well, when other people were this age I thought it was like close to menopause already and 22 years 'til you're 50. The thing is age is nothing but a number -- a reminder of how many years Papa Jesus allowed you to stay on earth. It's a matter of thinking whether the glass is half empty or half full. I go for seeing things in a positive light. So if you think about it I am not old, I am lucky -- lucky to be given 28 years to experience life here on earth. *wink wink*

I am blessed

I know sometimes I can be a pain in the tush, I am extremely paranoid and I can go for hours thinking of every possible scenario that can go wrong in my life. I am glad that I have friends that I can talk to whenever my psychotic side decides to bully my rational side into hiding. I am lucky that I have a family who already accepted that I am not normal in any sense possible and I am thankful that I have Miguel. If you are my friend -- which you probably are, since you know that this blog exists, then you would know how much love this man gives me. It is overwhelming! His love and care and support is too much it spills to every person that is dear to me. I am blessed.  

Each time I encounter a rough patch I would think about how blessed I am. Sometimes I think I am not worthy to be this happy, I have a mean bone in my body and I have a tongue as sharp as a knife. I swear. I curse. I make fun of other people and still Papa Jesus gave me these group of people to love me and support me and take care of me and for that I am grateful.

I am thankful that despite the financial constraints I am encountering for the past months I can still provide for my family, I can still pay for my loans, our house and the monthly bills. I know I have to adjust my lifestyle and concentrate on what I need versus what I want. I buy less shoes, I buy less clothes, I buy less bags. It aint fun but the experience makes me grounded and mature. The responsibility that lay on my shoulders makes me wiser beyond my years. I am grateful for that. I see life in a new perspective, in a new light. I appreciate every single thing and person that surrounds me. Again, I am blessed.

The relationship that I have with Miguel is a journey. Every single day we grow together and as individuals - I never had this kind of relationship before. I know that this would last forever. I finally found my 'the one'. I am blessed. 

Each day I go to work, I am looking forward to spending a day with friends. We talk, we laugh, we plan trips, we eat. Not everybody has the luxury to go to work with friends. They make going to work bearable and because of them I forget every single reason that makes me not-wanna go to work. haha

I am blessed.