Housekeeping

The Caterpillar Who Will Never Ever Become a Butterfly

September 6th, 2011

Good or bad, there will always be people we will encounter who will  leave an indelible mark in our lives. They are permanent fixtures that had either scarred, burned or made us blissful at one point or another. Somehow, it reminds me that there are no mistakes in the way we live our lives, only lessons to be learned. The harder you gained those lessons, the better, I think? Makes you tougher as an individual.

Some may have left really painful wounds that despite healing, may seem fresh still. And anyway you avoid thinking about it, makes it a futile act. The memory lingers – imprisoning you under its terrifying claws. At times, you think you’ve finally let go of those unnecessary baggage. Only to find out they have resurrected. Like ghosts unable to find their final resting place. I wish I did not learn about a sad truth. I wish people were more truthful to themselves. And I wouldn’t have hurled those ugly words, only maggots can take.

There is a huge difference between being friendly and being deceptive. You will never be a “butterfly” (like you think you’re becoming) because to me, you are perennially nothing but a creature possesing the itch of a thousand and one catterpillar. Guess what, there is such a thing called karma.

I remember what you did in 2004.

And I remember what you did in December of 2010.

Most of all, my brain is intact when I read all the transcripts of what you did in April this year. Like somebody needs some serious kick in the ass!?

You have the temerity to deny? Burn in hell. You deserve it. And hey….just when the caterpillar thought the world was over? Its entire population got decimated. Good riddance!

 

Accidentally “sporty”

September 5th, 2011

Fresh from last night’s laughing spree (thanks to Vice Ganda and Anne Curtis) and from playing badminton the whole weekend – I felt energized coming to work today. Miraculous, even. Imagine, I came to my office super early.  I was in my desk exactly fifteen minutes before the flag ceremony began! Now, if only I can sustain that. =)

This is quite typical of a Monday, though: brushing through previous week’s unfinished tasks, following-up deadlines and requirements, updating calendar of activities, etcetera etcetera.

I suddenly miss all the activities during the long weekend. In just a matter days, I was able to visit my folks in Bicol. And during the Nueva Ecija day, which was also declared a non-working holiday, I and my husband went through Campo Cuatro, doing brisk walks and playing badminton as an exercise. Great way to bond.

Suddenly, I started loving outdoor activities. My entire life, I didn’t play any sports because my lungs are weak. Doctors advised me not to participate in any physical activity. I don’t even know how I passed all my PE courses then. But the way things are turning now, aha, I discovered I can also do a bit of it. I found out I can also strike a shuttlecock with a racquet. Yahooo. That, even though hubby said, 1/3 of the game was spent on picking the shuttlecock from everywhere. Another 1/3 of it devoted to freeing the shuttlecock from the racquet (yo, we used cheap racquets, that’s why!).

But it’s all worth it. Actually, I am looking forward to this weekend’s tournament.

 

Brain Jokes

August 24th, 2011

Long Weekend

August 22nd, 2011

Nothing reduces me to childhood  and puts me in my element than thinking about Pili or planning to meet some of my good friends. Since there’s a long weekend ahead, I “might” spend it there. The operational term here, please take note, is “might”. That means, it still depends on my workload. If my to-do-list would be inundated with 2nd, 3rd, or 4th page – bang. Wake up na, Joybeth. You are just daydreaming.

Nevertheless, four days can be a great enough time for me to squeeze in visiting my school in elementary, or my alma mater in high school. If I’m lucky, perhaps I can drop by Ateneo de Naga and buy a souvenir shirt or two, right? Never mind if I bump into former teachers. Who knows. They’d probably forgotten they once had a silly student (who’s also bordering bipolar). Nyahaha!

I’m afraid though that if they spot me with all these pesky highlights – they might decide for themselves that I’ve gone totally bonkers.

Can’t blame them, ya know. My hair has just been subjected to salon disaster lately. One you would exactly call an ‘epic failure’. Ouch. I mean –picture a poor, electrocuted, feline. (Next time, I’d do better than command the hairstylist to do what he wishes with my hair. Gosh, he probably thought I was meaning to say “make me look like a cat!”). Meow!

Whatever. Basta I’m still excited.

Ah, the familiar comfort of home and friends. But please, please… dont make it rain, dear God. I don’t like staying inside the four corners of my old room. Maybe I’ll go see my cousins and aunts/uncles. Maybe, I’d tag my parents and sibs along to a cinema (to which they often have no time for). Maybe, I’d lavish my eyes with Bicolandia’s beauty. Well, the list is long. I can always add and subtract, whichever is okay.

The best part though, is nourishing my palate with Bicol dishes! I’m excited for my fill of pinangat, natong, balisongsong, sinapot, loglog, dulceng pili, sinanglay, binatagan, and a lot more.

I’ve been craving for these delicacies. My taste buds may have been adapted to Ilocano dishes (bulanglang, pakbet, inabraw, etc) for the past few years, but nothing beats having a taste of those you’ve grown up with.

 

Christmas in August

August 18th, 2011

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