Wednesday, June 24, 2020

I am weird/corny/boring.

So, here I am, after so many years... Times have changed. Now, instead of blogs, people do Vlogs. Instead of just reviewing a game of a movie like before thru text on a blog, everything is on video!

I have been so busy with my life that it all just passed me. I used to love social media and the internet (well I still do!) but life happened. Adulting happened. I was to busy working, then being a mommy, so my little time that I have for myself, I choose to just be (Anything that don't require thinking of most of my energy, like for example watching Netflix). To be honest watching Netflix sometimes take too much energy for me that I just want to just sit with a cup of coffee or tea and just be by myself in my thoughts (when you're a mommy, you barely get the time to just listen to your thoughts, there's noise all the time "beautiful" noise from my kids. hehe).

With this pandemic happening, I get to work at home, which means a little more time and energy on my hands. There is still a lot of noise. Like a lot. Everyone is at home. ALL THE TIME! There is also a looot of stress. Stress from work. Stress from the internet connection. Stress because we cannot go out and relax and have fun.

When I am stressed, I buy! So at the start of this quarantine my bestfriends were Lazada and Shopee and a few other shopping sites. I bought so much so just imagine how much stress I was in. hehe. Anyway, I impulsively bought a laptop. Which I did not really need since I do most of my social media/interneting on my Smart phone. I am not regretting buying the laptop though. I missed typing on an actual keyboard. I missed the "I-am-so-techy" feel.  Bought the whole, "I-am-so-techy"pack (Bluetooth headphones, Bluetooth mouse, External Harddrive, and a bunch of other small stuff).

Now that I have a laptop, maybe I should do something productive with it. I thought about joining the Vlogging wagon, but I just can't with my personality. I would just be more stressed with it. Thinking if people would think I look weird, I talk weird, I say weird stuff etc. Downside of anxiety. hehe.
Blogging is different though. You can just type your thoughts away. Doesn't matter if people would think you're weird or corny or boring. I do this for myself so I can look back some day on the weird/boring/corny things I was up to. lol.

So there.

Maybe I should look into other Work-at-Home part-time jobs out there?

For now, here I am. On my blog, again.

Friday, March 6, 2015

the girl and the boy.

Once there was this girl. She was excited for an adventure of a lifetime. She had dreams of seeing the world. She had dreams of experiencing all things new.

She then met a boy. A boy who told wonderful stories. The stories amazed her. He amazed her.

She wanted a life worth writing a story about and this boy seemed like the perfect knight in shining armor. He was responsible, interesting, tall, dark, handsome and seemed to know everything!
She imagined going on all the adventures with him. It excited her all the more to go on an adventure with this wonderful boy.

She then dreamed of a family (which wasn't really part of her plan - not that she had a plan of some sort). She was excited about him and her and mini them's bouncing and flying around on their mini adventures.

Everything was perfect in her imagination... but...

This boy wanted a white picket fenced house in the suburbs, and  maybe a mini-van. He wanted a house with state of the art locks and alarms.

He wanted safe.

The same locks that made him feel safe are the same locks that made her feel trapped.
The same adventures that made her feel alive made him feel scared.

Anyway, time passed, the girl loved the house with the locks and the alarms and the picket fence.
There was a comfy bed and nice furnitures. The boy gave her all that money can buy. Scrumptous food on the table, linens, clothes. They were happy.....

but not for long...

The girl still had the feeling that something was missing. She missed the adventures.

She blamed the boy for her sadness.

She doesn't want to be sad. She wanted to be happy in the house with the boy she loved and their mini-me's.

The more she pretended that the house was enough for her, the more she grew farther from the boy.

You see, the girl never got her adventure, and she lost the boy. This wasn't a fairytale......

Maybe a fairy god mother or some magic dust could reset time and the girl could've lived happily ever after with her knight in shining armor in their white picket fenced house with double locks and alarms and having adventures with their kids every weekends.

If only.

-The End-

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

a big difference.

Me in both photos (1 year ago and today)

A big difference a year can make.
A year ago, I was weaker. I was more insecure.
Now I am stronger, more confident, and more beautiful.

I am constantly changing and continuously improving.
Here's to a better me!