Monthly Archives: May 2012

Let’s do this:)

Standard

I got a call from ate Joy a minute ago, and she asked if I’m still up for, you know, pursuing what I once dreamt of becoming. I cited reasons like financial constraints, and time as to why I haven’t signed up yet but before I ended our conversation, I disclosed how interested I still am. 

I set June 11 as our tentative date. No pad, no other plans. What should I take with me? All I can bring is a blank check which I will present upon payment of the necessary fees. I’m excited but full of apprehensions at the same time. I am just happy my incredibly smart cousin, ate Joy, will be my classmate too. 

I am currently playing the role of an employee, a wife, and most importantly, a mother. I suppose I am not yet busy enough so I can still include the role of being a student once more. MBA is not enough. I never should have taken it up in the first place. I still regret how much of a waste I’ve done. It’s not too late. I can still do this. I have to do this for my Evo, for my family, and for myself. I always feel minuscule next to my husband but no more once I finished this appalling yet inexplicably force-drawing degree/profession that I have always wanted. God help me.

Kiddie games I played and antics I had before

Standard

Children nowadays are more into toying around their techie stuffs and toys rather than engaging themselves in real games with real playmates sweating themselves out in physical activities. We oftentimes find their lazy asses glued to their chairs; eyes facing their desktops, laptops, and tablets. He isn’t young a child anymore but in my hubby Tope’s case, NBA 2k11 on PS2. I may be a gadget geek now for possessing multi-functional stuffs like iPod, laptop, digicam, and tablet, but I am already old enough when I acquired these things. Though many times I’ve mentioned in my previous posts how much of a timid, homebody person I was, still, I had a fair share of a game-filled childhood: patintero, 10-20, and sikyo/gerbase. Name any of the then popular Pinoy games maybe I had played it once or twice. I bruised, cut, even scarred myself with these kiddie games and experiences. 

* I remember waking up in the heat of early summer morning in my grandparents’ house just to call out my cousin Denden & sister Jennifer to play Darna, Capt. Barbel and Dyesebel with me. After exhausting ourselves with this role-playing game of Pinoy superheroes fighting off imaginary enemies, we would retire under the shade of the huge mango tree and wait for lola Ett to serve our morning snacks, and lolo to listen to his scary stories.

* I played patintero during my elementary years in DWCC. I must say, they have the best grounds for this game. I remember slapping my classmate, Kristoffer Dela Cruz hard in the face for interfering with our intense game round. The mischievous boy cried and that mistake forced our hyped game to a quick end. As I am typing this, its funny that my husband goes by the same name of the poor boy I slapped some 14 years ago. 

* 10-20 scared the crap out of young girls  for making them believe that their boobies will grow fast and big if they play this a lot. I was in 2nd grade, still flat-chested when this game became popular. I was aware of this hearsay yet I ignored it. Who cares? I want to jump up, and down not to get boobs but to grow tall. 

* I remember playing tumbang preso once in front of our house when all of a sudden my parents popped out of the driveway and scolded my sisters and I to scurry home. All sweaty, and stinky, we were reprimanded, and given disciplinary actions/belt-slapped in the butt for disobeying rules not to get out of the house. Belt is scary shit alright but the joy of having tried even for once in my life a real challenging street Pinoy kiddie game is worth it. 

* Lutu-lutuan is the culprit why my neighbors always lose their precious flowers back then. One old neighbor would wonder where her newly blossomed rose or pink gumamela had gone right after she finished watering her garden. Blame it on me. I used to be the ruthless flower picker among my sisters. We once dreamt of becoming chefs by combining squished leaves and petals in a tiny frying pan. Out finished product looked pretty swell, but, unfortunately it can’t be eaten. We can only stare.

* Married, and at age 23 years now, I still sleep with a baby blanky that I took from my youngest brother Stephen when he was just barely a month old. It is color yellow, my then favorite color because of my sunny attitude ages ago. I just love it’s Bananas in Pajamas design, and we definitely shared a lot of good slumber together. 

* I learned how to bike when my cousin Jonas pushed me on a road to be able to bike on my own. I did scratch my knees and bled, but I quickly learned. Luckily, the scar faded but the biking skill remained instilled in me. It soon developed as a hobby. Wondering why I was so shiny, and bronzed back in elementary and high school? Blame it to my excessive biking activity.

Tope and I share this biking hobby. He used to have a pricey BMX which, at the moment, remains stocked in the garage. He still has a deep scar on his right elbow which he got from one of his biking road slip accident when he was 10. Our little Evo is gowing up so fast, before we know it, he’s already a toddler! Time flies so fast and we both want him to have the same simple gaming orientation bi & I used to have back in our days. Whatever games or toys Evo like, we could only hope that it would be the best for Evo.

 

Ostensibly blithe

Standard

There are many unconventional things that apparently run my life. I have my share of insecurities and frustrations which are the paramount reasons why I am not propitious. Once hurt, I cringe in pain; afraid for others to see yet longing for someone to help to the extent of being taken advantage. I am not a happy person. I was born this way; filled with pain, grudge, and regret for my family’s bad decisions in the past.

I was left to fight on my own, to persevere alone. I equipped myself with what I presumed then as helpful tools. I thought it would help make me cheerful, and strong but I was wrong. I grew up thinking quite mature yet eccentric for my age. During my childhood, when kids were still busy playing hide and seek, I was keen on memorizing kiddie poems, and vocalizing. In my adolescence and teenager stage, others were busy socializing and experiencing puppy love while I was engrossed with the macabre; mummies, Egyptology, WW2 bloodbaths, and stories. Far from the mainstream, I have this inkling that someday I will be accepted the way I am. Gah, what the heck am I saying?