what a journey it has been...

I just started a new job in Ortigas, and I go home at around 8. I am trying to save on gas and expenses so I park my car in Trinoma and take the MRT to Ortigas, then I walk the rest of the way. It was interesting for me because I have not done this before. Notice I said was. the first few days were ok, I managed to try out all the routes i could think of getting to and from the MRT and my work place. Earlier today, I have decided that the last route was the best one. And tonight, sure enough that's where I passed by and I got to the MRT faster and less tired than my earlier trips. This was good news to me.

While waiting for the train though, we were suddenly informed that one of the trains was defective, therefore we will need to wait a few minutes before the next train arrives. I was cool with it, I was early right? I'm still trying to catch my breath anyway from climbing the are-we-there-yet stairs they must have originally planned to use as a torture device. Going back, so I see the headlights finally drawing closer. Then it pulled up in front of me -- sardine-packed! I was a few people away from the door, but i did not even attempted to try to get into that! I thought I'd just wait for the next one. I figured, since they had that delay, people piled up waiting, hence the congestion. Then, the next train came, and again all cars were packed. Third train, fourth train, fifth train, all packed and breathing each others air. Interesting, I thought. I've heard people talk about this, but it's the first 5 times I've actually seen it. Tomorrow is a holiday, I was wondering why people are heading home this early. They should be out having dinner and hanging out somewhere after work. I know I would, if I could. And so the 6th train came, it was empty except for the driver and a man reading his news paper, enjoying the comfort of the a/c and his solitude. the train stopped, everyone was inching to get in waiting for the doors to open. It didn't. Train started to move and several women hissed behind me. At this time BTW i was already just behind the yellow tiles, first to come in, if given the chance. hehe. I was already thinking of maybe just taking a cab to Trinoma. So anyway, the 7th train came, the doors opened and only 1 person came out. I guess the ladies behind me were with someone, so no one tried to push their way in. It was still packed BTW, but I took it as a sign that one person came out, no one came in, that this train was for me. Finally, on my way home, 7 trains and a billion people after.

I decided to go back to my old ways and just bring my ride to work. I will never ride the MRT again, unless I was bribed or coerced to do so! Or maybe if I had to choose between the bus or the MRT. But we'll see.

And so ends my journey home that took twice as long and twice as stressful! good nyt!

Typing, not posting.

Written a few, and have yet to post it. I know no one reads this blog anyway. Will post some soon -- MAYBE!

Mini, mini, myni ko!

I want my mini!

Pinoy: 1 You: 0

My sister is one of the very few people who sends me email, whether she needs an opinion about something, just wanna share pictures, or sends in a funny story. I wrote today to share this funny story my sister forwarded to me. I love it! Enjoy.

A Lawyer and a Filipino

A lawyer and a Filipino are sitting next to each other on a long flight. The lawyer is thinking that all Filipinos are so dumb that he could get over on them, easy. So the lawyer asks if the Filipino would like to play a fun game. The Filipino is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines, and tries to catch a few winks. The lawyer persists, and says that the game is a lot of fun. I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me only $5; you ask me one, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500, he says. This catches the Filipino's attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game. The lawyer asks the first question. 'What's the distance from The Earth to the Moon?' The Filipino doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer. Now, it's the Filipino’s turn. He asks the lawyer, ‘what goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?' The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he could find on the Net.20 He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail. After one hour of searching he finally gives up. He wakes up the Filipino and hands him $500. The Filipino pockets the $500 and goes right back to sleep. The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes the Filipino up and asks, 'Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four? The Filipino reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to sleep.

Don't mess with us Filipinos.

MABUHAY!!

No one cares...

I can't believe this guy, Hayden. I don't really care if he sleeps around. I didn't even know him until all this videos came out... I think I speak for all the girls out there... How dare you do such a thing and not be man about it! You can't hide the fact that there was no consent when you've seen the video. AND MY GOD!!! That song... you just murdered it! How are we suppose to sing that in our next videoke adventure without seeing your face, and that thing you did with your body, that I can only assume you think was dancing. haaay... Don't get me wrong I do not dance very well, that's why I don't dance in public...

Please keep your sexy time to yourself. If you want to immortalize that moment, I suggest you keep it in your head. use your imagination. It may be good for you.

you hung up on me.

I don't think it's fair. All I was saying is you should have told me earlier. I never said I wouldn't do it. I was just worried I won't make it on time. You hung up on me and said never mind, you'll take care of it. So I hope I don't hear this coming up in future discussions. I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I was only upset I found out late. But thank you for not letting me proceed with it. If you can handle it, like you said you would, then I don't wanna hear about it, and don't bitch about it. I am writing this down here So i won't forget how I felt, just in case you ever bring it up. Which I hope is never. Thank you.

***Don't ask.

Pinoy: 1 You:0

My sister is one of the very few people who sends me email, whether she needs an opinion about something, just wanna share pictures, or sends in a funny story. Note that I mentioned people in bold. Most of the email i get are spam from friendster and facebook and other things I subscribed to, both intentionally or unintentionally. I don't think I even have internet social life anymore. It's killing me. I used to have a life outside home and work. Now, it's all I have. I love my family, no question about it, but it's all different now. I didn't know this is what it meant to be married and start a family... Then I realize others have both. I guess it's just me... and my husband.

This came to me when my hubby asked me one time, what it is I missed about being single. I said it's being bale to go out whenever I wanted to. I didn't mean bars to drink and dance, I never did that on a regular basis, I meant to go drive to a friends place, to be on a trip somewhere with out planning it months ahead. Without needing to consider what I left at home and who will be looking for me over the weekend. *sigh* It's all a blur now what I used to be able to do. I'm a grown up now and I have responsibilities, that where it all comes down to. I just can't getup and go. Or spend forever in front of the PC chatting and talking on the phone for hours. That's all in the past.

Sometimes I dream about quitting my job and start running the family business, which I know I have to do eventually, but my husband doesn't seem to understand that I will have to do it eventually. I think he doesn't understand the fact that the family business is something I need to do full time when My brother leaves and works in SG and then my mother leaves for the US for good. The way I see it he thinks, I can still work and run the business at the same time. It's sad that when I try to talk to him about it all he said was "we'll look into it." . Well, that's not going to work. he has to accept this eventually. I will be the only one left to take that responsibility. The sooner he accepts it, the sooner I can feel better about it.

But anyway, more on that next time, I've gone waaaaAAAaayyy off topic. The real reason I wrote today was to share this funny story my sister sent me. I love it! Enjoy.

A Lawyer and a Filipino

A lawyer and a Filipino are sitting next to each other on a long flight. The lawyer is thinking that all Filipinos are so dumb that he could get over on them, easy. So the lawyer asks if the Filipino would like to play a fun game. The Filipino is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines, and tries to catch a few winks. The lawyer persists, and says that the game is a lot of fun. I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me only $5; you ask me one, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500, he says. This catches the Filipino's attention and to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game. The lawyer asks the first question. 'What's the distance from The Earth to the Moon?' The Filipino doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer. Now, it's the Filipino’s turn. He asks the lawyer, ‘what goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?' The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he could find on the Net.20 He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail. After one hour of searching he finally gives up. He wakes up the Filipino and hands him $500. The Filipino pockets the $500 and goes right back to sleep. The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes the Filipino up and asks, 'Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four? The Filipino reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to sleep.

Don't mess with us Filipinos.

If I were in your shoes...

As a mother, what exactly do you do when you see your son wear your shoes...

My first reaction was, OH MY GOODNESS, he's sooo cute! look at him figure out how to wear my sandals.

But after I stopped and got to thinking... hmmm... a little worried perhaps, could this be a sign or am I just being paranoid.

Joeffrey, didn't you tell me once before this is what got you started?

Oh well.

Socialista?

Going home from work, me and my carpool buddies where talking about the kind of music we like, i pulled out my old cd and played my music... DMB... ahhh , the good old days. Sang with my music all the way home.

I got here and got a chance to go online, checked mysfaceter.com and saw all my friends posting new pictures of parties and travels they've had and gone to. I suddenly realized all I ever post nowadays are pictures of my son. I'm not saying that's a bad thing. I love my son to death, but I did feel a sting... and I stopped.

Blank face. Sad face. Thinking face. Sad face again. Worried face. Then sad face again.

Realization.

Where did my social life go? What happened to me? Have I been working too hard? Does my marraige have anything to do with this? Motherhood perhaps? I thought again and scanned facebook... I had married and friends with children... they had interesting posts. Then why? What and how did this happen?

Times like this I miss being single. Only because I remember the things I was able to do then, places I could have gone to but didn't. I should have traveled more. I should have gone out more. Attend more parties, events. I should let myself go do some of those things again.

I wonder if I can? My husbands like staying home and I sometimes do too. But there are times when I just wanna go out and have fun; alcohol not a requirement but is ofcourse welcome. I just like the company of my friends and aquintances, hang out talk about common interest, plan events, attend cos plays but mostly just hang. I don't have that... anymore.

My space is very limited to work and home. I wake up, go to work, go home, sleep then go to work again. Routinary, monotonous, boring.

I used to just go. Go where i'm needed, go where they go. Just go, you know?

I guess responsibility does this to you. I wonder when I grew up? I miss being young and wreckless, unpredictable, spontaneous...

I'm gonna be thinking about this today.

A few stolen moments...

Ok here's the deal.

I DO NOT HAVE INTERNET!

I have been living my life without internet and who would have thought it can be done... but here I am surviving... nabubuhay sa mga nakaw na sandali. It all started when I got myself into my relationship with my husband. When we started dating my affair with my pc died.

I miss the internet. I'll be moving back to my parents house, more like taking over actually. But that's a whole different story that I will be telling you about soon. Notice the word SOON. First thing I'm gonna be doing is to hook me up with internet.

I have been keeping tab of things, significant and not so significant details of my life its either written down in paper or saved in my pc. I'll be posting them here soon. I know no one really reads my blog, but that's fine. This is for my own pleasure and sanity. I miss writing... I miss reading.... Growing up, being responsible not so good for the artist in me.

I am keeping it alive though. I wanna keep my creative juices flowing. I'm never great at anything in particular, I don't think, but I can settle for good at somethings. Jack of some traits and a master of none. hehe...

Listen to me babble and ramble on just about anything that goes thru my head. I just wanna keep you posted I guess. I'd like to type some more but I don't have a lot of time. We're just visiting and it so happens no one is using the computer and so here I am hoping I could write a decent enough entry to post.

Here are just a few things to look forward to:

• My son's birthday
• My new job (not so new anymore)
• My thoughts on the twilight series
• My violent reaction to the shopaholic movie adaptation
• Things I'd like to teach my son.
• How much I adore Jason Castro
• The commoners
• Few things I miss.
• Update on my dear dear friends.
• Things I can't say out loud
• My Son again.
• What I love and hate about the new me (yes, there is a new me)
• Being a wife
• Being a mother
• How many "kasambahay" I've had
• The take over.
  

to sum it up syempre the good times and the bad times.

I can't to post it all here. Sana March na! Maybe people will start reading my blog if I write more and post more... who knows I might even learn how to put adds and stuff, and actually earn some money from my writing.

I'm gonna stop here now, but i'll be back.

I can't wait for March...