Weekends

Weekends. You are all I need after five days of grueling office hours. You are the most important thing for me in this crazy and cruel world. I will spend my Saturday doing everything I love doing, watching Charmed, playing my Bakery Story, checking my Facebook timeline, looking out for shih tzu photos online and tweeting randomly. My Sunday, tomorrow, will be a great day for me, too. I will go to church with my family, remember how I love being a spoiled God's kid, and sleep as long as I possibly can. Ugh. Weekends. I love you so much.

Recharged

My week ended pretty well. After work, I had a good night sleep, roughly eight hours in bed. I even woke up feeling overslept, ha! I felt recharged.

So I am, again, ready for another day. No work, that meant more time to go online, check Facebook and Twitter and play online games. Yes, we had some Skype moments with little brother in Coral Springs, FL.

I am so engaged in this cooking game in my tablet that Mama remembers to check her Cafe World. Damn! Do we still have that game on Facebook? So I logged on to her account and to my surprise, it still does exist. I let her removed the spoilages and cook some recipes. I almost forget that Zynga incorporated country-based recipes. For the Philippines, there's Sisig, Chicken Adobo, Filipino Paella and others I can't recall. The point is, it is cool to see those Filipino things on a US-based game, developed by an American. So much for Cafe World.

In the middle of my ordinary rest day, I thought of watching a nice movie. When searching for a good flick to watch, yes, weird as it may seem, but I consider something I've watched in the past, or something that I haven't.

First, it was Magic Mike. Damn this movie, okay, I honestly couldn't find the words to describe the movie. I found myself wetting my lips every after two minutes. I found myself staring at abs, sexy hips, strip dancing hunks, Channing Tatum's ass was all over the place! WHAT WAS THAT?!?! I just couldn't explain any further as I am panting now, okay?

This other movie I watch is for Kuya's sake. We watched Fast and the Furious 6. Just like other action flicks, this is one movie I will never get tire watching. I can watch this everyday and I would still feel good about it. I'm just glad they didn't totally "kill" Letty's character there. Dom is perfect for her and Letty is perfect for her just as equal. I died a couple of times waiting for the seventh installment. Nuninuninuni...

My Hulk Hogan Childhood

You can tell how old I am with this entry. I was a little girl when this wrestling era was so popular.

It was my Papa who influenced me, well, more like forced me into loving the sports. He would pay me for peace, I would sit with him and watch WWF. After a few episodes, I've become a fan, genuinely. I'd be cheering for Hulk Hogan, yes, THE HULK HOGAN. That honey-skinned guy, short blond hair, particularly bald at the top of the head, sporting a nice beard and mustache and some facial hair. He's the protagonist, always the protagonist. He's the one that kids love. He's the guy you'd love to watch. He is WWF. At least for me. Or at least that's how I remember him based on how olds around me reacted everytime he has a fight.

I have two older brothers, the eldest was seven years older than me and the other, we have a six years gap. Being a wrestling fan, as kids, you couldn't control the urge to copy what you see on TV. You get carried away, you're this close to smashing the TV everytime your idol gets beaten at some points in the match. So then, after the show, you get bored, you imitate them. Or, you're energy is that high you needed an outlet.

My Hulk Hogan childhood consists of me and my brother doing the WWF thing. We wrestle, we smash, we do the hulk thing. And last night, I suddenly remember this one movie I've watched when I was a kid, No Holds Barred. Maaaann! That's one of the best movies I've watched as a little girl!

Good thing I got a good link to watch this old movie, it was nostalgic. It brought so many memories to me. My late Papa, our time together, our TV time together, my brothers, our WWF thingie, my bruises and my hidden wrestling talent. It's a good feeling. I've forgotten, how my stiff neck hurts.

Niece

My weekend was spent well, happy as usual. My niece was here, we played, we took a lot of photos, she did some wardrobe changings, she had spaghetti, burger, ice cream and some jell-o candies. 

A lot of people say we do look alike. She's like my mini version. A small me. Small, literally, but not really. Since she's becoming full on the arms, her cute butt, her face is now round, she's adorable like that. 

This niece of mine can be very charming and funny, but she can also be snob, but to one person only, and that's my boyfriend, her godfather. I don't know but when the two of them are inside a room, I am always stressed out. They engage into a lot of arguments, they "fight," she'll get mad, it would make him extremely happy. He's crazy like that. Don't get me wrong though, he loves my niece. 

Having a niece like her only makes my desire to have a daughter go stronger and stronger. I'm not changing my mind, I will have a baby girl. A girl that's like my beautiful and smart niece. 

Burger and Noodles

Holla!

So my baby brother is now in Florida, we've seen him when he was still in NY, had a connecting flight to Florida then. Now in FL, he looks fine, he is doing okay, hungry he said, went to a convenience store and had burger and noodles for late dinner. This remains a mystery to me. Burger and noodles in Florida, seriously, bro? Man, gotta try the steak, at least, right? Anyway, that's how his digestive system works. Weird. And his taste buds, too, for that matter. He resumes work tomorrow and promised me he'll take lots of pictures.

I am waiting for him to get me some Miami HEAT photos, too. Hihihi!

Termites and Pests

Termites.

According to Wikipedia, these are pests that can cause serious structural damage to buildings, crops or plantation forests.

Pests.

These are organisms that cause nuisance and epidemic disease associated with high mortality.

What's relevant about these two things I've mentioned? Because I have been thinking of this one person at the office whom I see as a termite and as a pest. Like a termite, she's causing serious damage by saying untruthful words, baseless accusations, insults and all sorts of ugly things. Like a pest, she's causing nuisance to everyone.

I am seriously bothered by her presence. I don't want to be mean but I think I will give her a dose of her own medicine one of these days. Just you wait.

Frenemy, Framily

Framily.

There's frenemy, and there's this new word I heard somewhere, framily.

Frenemy. Noun. Your friend, or you think he/she is your friend but truth is, he/she is your enemy. It may be obvious, it may not be that vulgar, but you really aren't friends. There's another meaning though, where you use the word in reference to a friend you always quarrel with, not "quarrel" quarrel in the truest meaning of the word, but it's just a term you use to a dear friend.

Framily. Noun. This is a cute word new to my ears. A term you use to refer a friend that is more like a family to you. These are really special people in your life you want to keep. Friends, you're not related by blood but they are like a sister, brother, daughter, son, mother, or father to you. It sounds cute and I get the feeling of being "home" when I first heard of it. I think I will make use of it more often from now on.

Brother to the Bahamas

My brother is leaving again for another work-related trip. To Uncle Sam and to the Bahamas. He's quite the risk-taker in the family, you know. Although he'd keep on telling people that I am the person he looks up to, I still want to give him credit for being like that.

Risks. I don't want those. Taking risks. I hate those. I am not the person who'd take actions without thinking about the possibilities of winning and losing. I don't want the idea of losing. If I feel that it's not gonna work for me, I won't do it. 99% of the time, I know if it's risky and if it's doable and I'd knew what to do.

Going back to my brother, I hope that he'll be safe always in his stay away from us, as much as possible call Mom everyday and send messages on Facebook. I also hope that he won't forget me when he sees bags and shoes there. Size 7. I like anything that has animal prints on it. Hihihi!

Addiction Just Got Worse

Holla! It's a great day. My favorite TV series, Supernatural, is back! Season 9 Episode 1 premieres today, I can't wait for you, Winchesters! Supernatural, for those who haven't watched it yet, is a story about two brothers, Dean and Sam. They basically kill all sorts of supernatural beings... Changlings, Shapeshifters, Vampires, etc. That's some sort of the family business they are into. Then there's the killing of their mother and father that led them into looking for the demon that started it all. The series involves angels and demons, too. It's a beautiful series that casts beautiful people. I got so hooked into it the moment I watched its pilot.

And today, is extra special as my one of my favorite authors releases his The House of Hades book! OMG, OMG! I am so excited to get my own copy! The House of Hades is the fourth book of his The Heroes of Olympus series. If you're familiar with Percy Jackson and the Olympians, then you will love this book/series just the same. It involves the same characters. The book/series is about the gods, goddesses, demigods, demigoddesses and all other halfbloods... Satyrs, sea creatures, nymphs, etc.

If there are two things I can't live without, those would be watching good TV shows and reading good fiction books. When I became addicted to it, I can't seem to stop watching or reading. It pains me (in an awesome way) to think of them, talk about them and dream about them.

Investments

It's been years since Mom started nagging about putting my money into something good. Last year, she said I should invest in a real estate property. Determined to make me do it, she searched for an affordable housing offer somewhere in Cavite. I have said yes to her simply because I liked the idea and that I think I can afford the quote she gave me. So I have been paying for it for a couple of months now and just recently, she set a date to come visit the place. I couldn't explain the feeling when I saw a good area, huge area of soil being developed by one of the biggest companies in the country.

"This is MY money?" I ask myself silently. I was smiling, I was grinning, I felt proud. This is my freaking money!

I loved the place. I pictured myself living there. I will actually live there!

On our way home, hundreds of things came rushing my mind. I will invest in real estate. I wanna get more. I wanna save more. I want to have more properties! It's not easy, I will starve myself, I will not be able to buy bags as frequent as I used to, but I will gain more from these little sacrifices.

Thank you Lord for your provision, I will have something to leave my family when I'm gone.

Introduction

Holla. Can I ever get tired of creating and creating blogs that I am unable to finish? This is when I decided to create a blog where I am anonymous - I am unknown to my readers, my family and friends not aware of any crappy shit I am into, etc.

To start with, let me introduce myself. I am an above-average girl who is in her twenty-ish years, overripe fruit which has not been picked by the lazy harvester, or something like that. Yes, my life is something like that.

I have a beautiful love story. I have a boyfriend and we've been dating for... for... forever. So I'm happy and contented and I have a peaceful life, end of story. But that's just a wish. I have a happy life but I'm not yet contented and my life is definitely not peaceful. I have big dreams and I have a list of people I wanna shoot before I die.

I have a regular job as a call center operator doing the same shit thing everyday. I go to work on time, I adhere to my break schedule, I say nice things on the phone, I go home. I do that five times a week. I wait every 15th and 30th to get my salary that pays the rent, bills and if I get lucky, I have some to buy myself a new bag or shoes.

I have a family that my mom tries so hard to keep intact. If I have a choice, I'd release all of them. Like a bird freed from its cage.

I am not your supermodel blogger. I am fat, I have beautiful eyes, I have smooth skin, my intellect level is impressive, my way of thinking is garbage most of the times. But I am a good person. I have not killed anyone, I have not violated any law, haven't been incarcerated for that matter, at least. I will start blogging anonymously, hoping I get some reactions from my accidental readers.

Enjoy, I wish.