An Open Letter to Anonymous

I didn't know you still stalk my blog? WOW. I applaud your obsession, errr, your determination?

Perhaps it's the vanity of imagining reading about yourself? Or is it the attention that you crave?

There is a reason why this blogspot is not published on your wall, it's because nothing here is for you. Contrary to what you believe in, these writings are my personal rantings and my personal opinion. If you want to read about yourself, go stalk your own Facebook page. If you could, create a blogspot of your own.

Don't you ever get tired of feeling angst towards the world?
Don't you ever get sick of trying to seek sympathy from peope?
Don't you ever get tired of being you?
Don't you ever get sick reading about me, the person you hate most in this world?

That kinda sucks. oh, that's just so saaaaaadddd.

If you hate this blog so much, quit reading through it. You'll only hate me and end up hating yourself more.

Anonymous ei? BS. You just signed your own conviction.

Haters, haters, what will the world be without our dear haters? :)

When Inday Goes to School

Coco's yaya starts school this morning!!

More than her, I am as excited as a new mom could be!! We started buying her school supplies early this month, and started picking out bags, shoes, those kinda stuff only yesterday. Only because, we all thought school starts on the 13th. OMG!

Inday goes to Sunday School, which offers high school education to young people who only have Sunday to study. They begin early at 7.30 and finishes at 5.30, four Sundays a month. For the rest of the year, her day off is focused on studying and learning and she gets this renewed hope that she can still make her dreams come true. It's almost like advance classes where they cram the 5-days worth of weekday education into one 9-hour Sunday teaching.

A lot of people are more blessed than Inday, having full time day jobs and finishing school without encountering financial difficulties at one point. I am not sure if real world problems have caught up in their little space that they create pseudo problems to pass time- and it saddens me how these people, who are able to stand with high heels and a chip on the shoulder, walk around like education ruined things for them. Or worse, like education was just part of the game plan and meant nothing in the process.

I am blessed with a wonderful family who has supported me in all my endeavors. But I also have had a share of my own reality problems that keep focus and with feet on the ground. Sometimes, I forget the wonderful lessons i have learned, and I forget what matters most in our days.

And when I saw Inday, all ready and eager to go to School this morning, I am reminded of the simple things that make this life a better one. Most girls her age are well into College, and here she is, ready to take on Second year High. She really is determined to finish the race.

Without batting an eyelash, without taking off that grin, Inday thanks me for all of this.

And I am almost moved to tears. Because I know, that by just giving her what she deserves, I have revived a hope for a better future that was almost forgotten. And I know, that deep down, I am sure, at least this person sees me as NOT the bitch everyone thinks me to be.

I heart U, Sunday.

Deleting Unwanted Vibes.

I had the longest afternoon naps in the past months. I woke up with my lil one shaking my shoulders and proclaiming she needed to go to the restroom. Hearing her hushed voice still brings a smile to my face.

I've been really tired this week. I'm always tired when my boss is in town. Maybe cuz he always manages to squeeze in a lot more extra work than needed and would require us to haul ass twice more than usual. I'm also tired of dealing with the B**** in our team, I'm tired of hating her this much and wanting to wring her neck so. I'm tired of her childish attitude and her equally immature partner. I'm tired of taking in negative vibes from both of them. AND i'm seriously tired of having to put up with their unacceptable behavior.

I told myself that this has got to stop. I mean, it could only affect if I would let it right? I don't know what is the DEAL with her, but every time that I find a little thing worthy of being happy about, she just finds some needle to blow everything up.

But Enough already. I owe it to myself to be free from this excess baggage. She isn't even worthy of this space in my blog. She definitely does not deserve a place in my world.

AND So,

I promise myself to not say anything about her (of course, they're all bad LOL).
I promise not to bitch.
I promise not to mind her.
I promise to let her bitchiness roll down my shoulders.
I promise to stay in my personal space.
I promise to block her from my view, my work, my life.
I promise to take deep breaths and count one to ten when I feel like punching them both.
I promise to let ugly sidekick be, and to not make her feel like she does look like Petrang Kabayo whenever I could. Afterall, it really isn't her fault she was born ugly.

I will let these mundane things go, let every small thing and day pass, and I will keep my promises simply because I want to delete her from my world. and I want to be untired.

And I must remember, that the last person who has made me feel THIS tired and this fed up isn't actually lounging on her laurels. Must say, karma comes and when it does, it bites you in the ass. So, go on, bitch on for all I care. You definetely won't be having the last laugh.

Embrace only the beautiful, accept only the Happy. -- This weekend's reaffirmation.
RADIATE only LOVE. And attract only Love. sigh :D

BTW, my framed pictures look absolutely great!- happy thought :D I love LOVE!! yeee!