"Of all the gazillion choices in the world you choose to take the wrong path. I'm sorry for being apathetic about your demise but as I have said: We are all the product of the choices we make."
I have stated this over and over and I am fed up. I am fed up of people not taking responsibility of their own actions. I am pro-life. I have always been. I am not an advocate of abortion though I believe that people should be given their right to choose whether they want their baby (excuse me? They are the one who will raise the baby and not you!) or not.
But forgive me if I am not sympathetic of anyone who choose a miserable life. Beggars for instance. I see a lot of beggars who are stronger than me and could easily offer to wash dishes for food than to beg for food. Who are you to oblige me to give you something that I have shed time, efforts and strength to ask for food which you could easily find yourself but refuse to do so because you are goddamn lazy?
I am appalled by the fact that people who smuggled drugs in China (and later on executed) would ask for sympathy. You have embarrassed your families and friends and your country! And you want me to sympathize? For what? That if you were not caught you will have millions and a lot of people become addicted to the drugs you have smuggled? That the drugs you smuggled could've ruined lives if not intercepted?
I am PRO-CHOICE. And if you choose the wrong path you have to take full responsibility of your action. True, Death can be harsh! But it was your choice. I believe that you were given a lecture at PDOS before leaving the Philippines that you should not let anyone pack your luggage. Therefore I do not believe you do not know whatever is inside your luggage.
My soul sister has another stand about this issue. She stated: "I think its more political. If its an American who committed that crime, do you think the punishment will be this swift? Chinese are the biggest smugglers in the world. They should kill their own people. Damn it! Political Drama to show off! A banner for communism! lol"
To which I replied with: "Its a choice. They took that choice. I don't care about politics. Do you think if they made the right choice they would arrive to this conclusion?"
I sympathize!
I sympathize to your family. I sympathize to your friends. I sympathize to our country. But never will I sympathize to your choice.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Kathy Griffin: Life on the D-List.
You should try to watch her. She is hilarious!
On another note, I woke up to make Beamer his lunch and gave him his clothes for work and he whined that he should not wear the Old Navy Purple shirt at work because it is The St. Patrick's Day and he needed green. And WHAT? I should know that? What in the bloody hell do I know about St. Patty's? I'm not IRISH! I'm a goddamn Filipina immigrant! And WHAT? He expects me to know that after the parade last Saturday is not the be all end all? And WHAT? He needs to wear green twice???
Okay okay, so I sort of flipped out and he asked why and I said because I'm a nutjob! Well, I'm a bad person but I am not incompetent and my work as a housewife (where I'm underpaid! hehehe! Hell I'm a whiner! I'm not doing anything and I complain!) is taken seriously! Okay, I admit, not that serious but I will...eventually!
My hubster is a loving person and I am so so madly in love with him. Sometimes I just feel so lazy showing it. But deep in the recesses of my being, I know that he knows that I love him so much.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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May I just say that she cracks me up tremendously! The feeling is unbelievable because I love comedians and I love laughing as much as I love hating. Suffice it to say, I love feeling something out of this pea-sized heart of mine according to Sugar (Ladies & Gentlemen, my sister!) who corrected me when I stated that "Whoever knew me can vouch that beneath my bitchy exterior breathes a pure heart with a size of a marble."
You should try to watch her. She is hilarious!
On another note, I woke up to make Beamer his lunch and gave him his clothes for work and he whined that he should not wear the Old Navy Purple shirt at work because it is The St. Patrick's Day and he needed green. And WHAT? I should know that? What in the bloody hell do I know about St. Patty's? I'm not IRISH! I'm a goddamn Filipina immigrant! And WHAT? He expects me to know that after the parade last Saturday is not the be all end all? And WHAT? He needs to wear green twice???
Okay okay, so I sort of flipped out and he asked why and I said because I'm a nutjob! Well, I'm a bad person but I am not incompetent and my work as a housewife (where I'm underpaid! hehehe! Hell I'm a whiner! I'm not doing anything and I complain!) is taken seriously! Okay, I admit, not that serious but I will...eventually!
My hubster is a loving person and I am so so madly in love with him. Sometimes I just feel so lazy showing it. But deep in the recesses of my being, I know that he knows that I love him so much.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
The Land of the Rising Sun
I am in deep sorrow and I mourn for the people of Japan. I had 3 dreams (in my adult life) about tsunami and I felt relieved waking up knowing that there is still time for me in this world. I felt fortunate enough not to experience such devastation and such pain. I felt something therefore I am alive.
The first time I dreamt of a tsunami was approximately 3 months prior Tsunami struck Thailand. On my dream (in recollection) I was in a beach and the water was receding. I picked up my nephew (during that time, I have no nephew yet!) and ran as fast as I can to a water tank as it was the highest point I could think about. Then as I climb with my nephew propped, the water strikes and we were overwhelmed but I hang on to the ladder as strongly as I can. Then the water dropped and my nephew and I gasped for air and I started climbing again until we were safe.
The memory of this dream still etched on my being because after waking up I remembered telling it to everyone. After a few months, tsunami strikes Thailand.
When I was in Dubai, I dreamed of a tsunami again. On my dream, I was in Dubai Mall and there was an actress who seek for my fashion assistance and we have agreed to meet the next day at the same mall. I was with my friends (Kimmy, Perpie and BB) and I was in the window when I saw that a giant wave was slowly heading towards the mall. I screamed at my friends to run as fast as we can to the highest peak of the mall. As we climb at the roof of the mall, sand was slowly building up and covering it.
Please read the link below as proof of one of my tsunami dreams. This was dated September 2010.
http://addictedtohighheels.blogspot.com/2010/09/tsunami.html
Japan, I felt for you. I know the feeling and even if it was just dreams I was scared. I know that it would take a lot of time to get over this loss. I know that a loss of material things is no way near the loss of loved ones. I am sorry that you have to experience such catastrophe. I know it would take years for you to rebuild your country. I know the great loss you will have to endure with regards to your tourism industry. I know how hard it is for the families who lost everything that they have to gather the courage and stand again.
When I dream of such disaster I felt that I was going to die and I felt sick to my stomach waking up. Of course I feel so tired waking up, but the best thing is that, I am awake and I am thankful to the unseen mover of all for giving me another chance to start a new day and reconstruct my life and be the best that I can be.
Japan, I think the unseen mover of all would like to convey his message. I am not a prophet (and no way near that) and I might not decipher any clue but I think you are all strong and courageous people. Therefore, my prayers goes to you and your people. I hope to see your country one day and I hope to see you striving to your peak once again.
May the unseen mover of all bless us and may we also find peace in our hearts amidst the grief that we are all sharing.
"The problems we share are greater than the problems that divides us. And what divides us is of our own doing."
The first time I dreamt of a tsunami was approximately 3 months prior Tsunami struck Thailand. On my dream (in recollection) I was in a beach and the water was receding. I picked up my nephew (during that time, I have no nephew yet!) and ran as fast as I can to a water tank as it was the highest point I could think about. Then as I climb with my nephew propped, the water strikes and we were overwhelmed but I hang on to the ladder as strongly as I can. Then the water dropped and my nephew and I gasped for air and I started climbing again until we were safe.
The memory of this dream still etched on my being because after waking up I remembered telling it to everyone. After a few months, tsunami strikes Thailand.
When I was in Dubai, I dreamed of a tsunami again. On my dream, I was in Dubai Mall and there was an actress who seek for my fashion assistance and we have agreed to meet the next day at the same mall. I was with my friends (Kimmy, Perpie and BB) and I was in the window when I saw that a giant wave was slowly heading towards the mall. I screamed at my friends to run as fast as we can to the highest peak of the mall. As we climb at the roof of the mall, sand was slowly building up and covering it.
Please read the link below as proof of one of my tsunami dreams. This was dated September 2010.
http://addictedtohighheels.blogspot.com/2010/09/tsunami.html
Japan, I felt for you. I know the feeling and even if it was just dreams I was scared. I know that it would take a lot of time to get over this loss. I know that a loss of material things is no way near the loss of loved ones. I am sorry that you have to experience such catastrophe. I know it would take years for you to rebuild your country. I know the great loss you will have to endure with regards to your tourism industry. I know how hard it is for the families who lost everything that they have to gather the courage and stand again.
When I dream of such disaster I felt that I was going to die and I felt sick to my stomach waking up. Of course I feel so tired waking up, but the best thing is that, I am awake and I am thankful to the unseen mover of all for giving me another chance to start a new day and reconstruct my life and be the best that I can be.
Japan, I think the unseen mover of all would like to convey his message. I am not a prophet (and no way near that) and I might not decipher any clue but I think you are all strong and courageous people. Therefore, my prayers goes to you and your people. I hope to see your country one day and I hope to see you striving to your peak once again.
May the unseen mover of all bless us and may we also find peace in our hearts amidst the grief that we are all sharing.
"The problems we share are greater than the problems that divides us. And what divides us is of our own doing."
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Mending A Veisalgia
The hangover was courtesy of the Chardonnay which I prodded Beamer to buy for me when we went to his friends last night. I probably puked my lungs and intestines out and pooped gazillion times. I will never ever drink again!
My teenage life was the height of my haywire days. As I have said I do not have any regrets of my past because it made me who I am today. True, there are mistakes I would not have done and people I have hurt in the process but I am really contented of where I am right now. I guess in a few years my perspective will change but hey! I write for the moment. If in 10 years there will be inconsistency, let it be known to all that at this precise moment this is what I feel, hence what I wrote.
Where was I?
The last time I drank was Christmas 2010 at my Aunt's house courtesy of Pinot Grigio. The hangover was a bit manageable. But this is really really nasty. Bathroom journey was a mess. I am a mess! I will never ever drink again! Hahahaha!
It reached me to a conclusion that I am old. However, it doesn't mean that life ends there. Life keeps on going as long as we breathe.
My teenage life was the height of my haywire days. As I have said I do not have any regrets of my past because it made me who I am today. True, there are mistakes I would not have done and people I have hurt in the process but I am really contented of where I am right now. I guess in a few years my perspective will change but hey! I write for the moment. If in 10 years there will be inconsistency, let it be known to all that at this precise moment this is what I feel, hence what I wrote.
Where was I?
The last time I drank was Christmas 2010 at my Aunt's house courtesy of Pinot Grigio. The hangover was a bit manageable. But this is really really nasty. Bathroom journey was a mess. I am a mess! I will never ever drink again! Hahahaha!
It reached me to a conclusion that I am old. However, it doesn't mean that life ends there. Life keeps on going as long as we breathe.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
One Chance
Watching reality shows consumes my daily activities now. Apparently, as of the moment I have no status in the glamorous USA. Hahahaha! My lawyer told me that a lot of documents has to be procured prior to having a green card.
Where was I?
Oh, and watching Real Housewives of Orange County breaks my heart. Not because I was affected by the audacity of the housewives but because of their kids who are ungrateful.
There was this housewife who will be evicted out of their apartment and her kids called her and started to curse at her! How dare this rich American kids assume that their parents should just give them all of what they need!
Wait a minute! On my recollection, I was an angry child! I was a rebel! And I was a brat! And I felt that my mother took a lot of that hatred! And from the deepest part of me, I am sorry but I can never change that anymore. And the least that I can do is to make up for it.
I just hope that the unseen mover of all will pave the way in my life so I can have a chance to make up for all the mistakes I've done.
Where was I?
Oh, and watching Real Housewives of Orange County breaks my heart. Not because I was affected by the audacity of the housewives but because of their kids who are ungrateful.
There was this housewife who will be evicted out of their apartment and her kids called her and started to curse at her! How dare this rich American kids assume that their parents should just give them all of what they need!
Wait a minute! On my recollection, I was an angry child! I was a rebel! And I was a brat! And I felt that my mother took a lot of that hatred! And from the deepest part of me, I am sorry but I can never change that anymore. And the least that I can do is to make up for it.
I just hope that the unseen mover of all will pave the way in my life so I can have a chance to make up for all the mistakes I've done.
Friday, March 4, 2011
March Weekend
I am looking forward to a weekend in New York where Beamer will spend time with his friends for a bachelors party and I will be spending time with my mother shopping.
There is also this Fil-Am Spring Dance and I wanted to go because I think now that I am married, I am ready to mingle. Hahahaha!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
To Die Dieting
Unbeknownst to everyone, Beamer declared Meatless March! So it goes without saying that this is the 3rd day without my biggest addiction, next to shoes and clutches!
I have thin arms, thin legs but really bloated belly! So I think that dieting will help me gain the goddesshood I once had. Hahahaha!
I would like to convince myself that if I diet religiously I will look like a Victoria's Secret Angel. But hey! Im too old to kid myself so what I just want to achieve is not to bite my inner cheek, no thigh-rubbing, no heartburn and be healthy. I do not want to starve myself just by eating biscuits and waste a life trying to look like somebody I know I never will be.
When I was a kid I was never cute. You know, the chubby type which you want to hug and kiss and pinch their faces. I was never that type! I always say, I was never cute, I was gorgeous! But of course, we all know I was kidding.
On a different note: People really dont get me. Its very hard for them to read me because its hard for me to warm up in 24 hours. I feel that I had too much friends before and I dont feel the need to like all people now. I feel that I do not owe anyone any explanation. I feel that if you dont like me, who the hell cares???
Where was I?
Oh, so growing up I was skinny. I was called Twiggy though I didnt know who twiggy was way back. Had I known that she was a supermodel, it would have prodded me to pursue modelling. Hahahaha! I was called a lizard and a walking bone and that dogs will chase me. Well, I was also called flat-nosed but that was true so why bother!
Anyway, growing up I didnt really thought of dieting but I started gaining weight at 25 and the bad part is: All the fat was evenly distributed to my tummy and I felt like a chicken.
On a different note: People really dont get me. Its very hard for them to read me because its hard for me to warm up in 24 hours. I feel that I had too much friends before and I dont feel the need to like all people now. I feel that I do not owe anyone any explanation. I feel that if you dont like me, who the hell cares???
Where was I?
Oh, so growing up I was skinny. I was called Twiggy though I didnt know who twiggy was way back. Had I known that she was a supermodel, it would have prodded me to pursue modelling. Hahahaha! I was called a lizard and a walking bone and that dogs will chase me. Well, I was also called flat-nosed but that was true so why bother!
Anyway, growing up I didnt really thought of dieting but I started gaining weight at 25 and the bad part is: All the fat was evenly distributed to my tummy and I felt like a chicken.
I have thin arms, thin legs but really bloated belly! So I think that dieting will help me gain the goddesshood I once had. Hahahaha!
I would like to convince myself that if I diet religiously I will look like a Victoria's Secret Angel. But hey! Im too old to kid myself so what I just want to achieve is not to bite my inner cheek, no thigh-rubbing, no heartburn and be healthy. I do not want to starve myself just by eating biscuits and waste a life trying to look like somebody I know I never will be.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Kiss Kiss
When we went to Virginia for a vacay my mother was annoyed by our kissing. Hahahaha!
Let me be straight here: We kiss without tongue and for photo ops only when we are infront of my mother. But still, she thinks Its annoying!
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Let Bygones Be Bygones
I have no regrets of my PAST. I am what I am because of what I have been to. True, I may have made a few (or more) mistakes in the past. Mistakes that was embarrassing and probably now, hilarious but I still have no regrets.
I prided myself as a broadminded person. I always put myself on everyones shoes to be able to understand them better. And I owe this quality to my past experiences.
At one point in our lives, we make mistakes which hinder our growth. Sometimes we crumble and fall down. Sometimes its a very hard fall that it is nearly impossible to stand. But blessed are those people who can motivate themselves to gather the courage to stand and rebuild their lives.
There was a time in my life that I made a mistake. On my recollection, I think I was only sorry I got caught. Hahaha! Would I have done it again if I was given a chance to relive that moment? I guess, YES! Not because I have no remorse but because I love who I am and what I have become so I have no intention of changing it.
Past is Past. Let bygones be bygones.
Don't get me wrong. I still feel the need to curse those people who have wronged me. And probably in due time they will pay but then again, SUCCESS is the biggest revenge of all. And I have all the intentions of exacting my revenge.
Mwahahahahaha!
PS: I am with a raging hormone. Pardon my nastiness and vindictive behavior. This too shall pass.
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