Your Shinny Wifey Material

Every little girl dream of wearing a white grandiose gown on their wedding day with their knight and shinning armor walking them to the isle. Along with that dream is a tiny little hope that they can be the perfect wife to their husband.

Oh yeah, although I’m not that so lady like I also dreamt of cooking and cleaning the house with my beautiful apron wrap around my tiny waist, my feather duster in my other hand and my shinny red heels. Yeah, the stereotypical wife that is I have dreamt of.

Ok then, let’s define the Stereotypical “cartoonized” Wife:

• She wakes up early in the morning to cook breakfast with her orange juice and coffee, as she offers it happily to her husband.
• She uses the vacuum cleaner with an outstanding fashion.
• She runs to the grocery with her cart full of treats and minds every details of each product while zooming the back label with her oh’ so darling glasses.
• She who still looks dainty no matter how stressed and tired she is from household chores
• She who wears a beautiful apron wrap around her tiny waist, a feather duster in her hand, a shinny red stiletto while swaying to music on the radio. (That’s me in COSPLAY HAHAHA)
• She cooks the most scrumptious dinner and displays her skills in food presentation beating all 5 star hotels in the metropolis.
• She who’s always prepared for her husband’s boss surprise visit and can converse in a most impressive witty manner
• She who offers the finest tea party to her friends, bake godly cakes and brew her own tea in her expensive china.
• She never loses her posh style for her husband admiration and darn after having 3 kids she still looks hot.
• She whose only concern was decorating their abode with linens and china and she worries about the next theme for their house. “Hmmm..” she wonders “would it be French, Antique, Shabby Chic or Modern/Conventional style or what?” She needs to redecorate at least every year.

In my dreams (once/before/past/long ago/in ancient time) I wanted to be that shinny wifey material but as I grow older I realize that life is not all dandy. Each female species I know is on the race to living a better life so being a wife is just a role they have to portray after 8 hours of work. Then the rest will be focused in earning dough to help their husband support their family so they can live a comfortable and decent life.

I remember attending a cooking class at an early age of about 11 or 12, I was trained how to cook well and I guess I can cook decently, basically anything perhaps. I was trained how to manage house hold, those back stabbing pain you get from waxing the floor (Arrrgh!!! I hate those days when my mother will order me to polish the entire floor using my bare hands). I know how to use the washing machine and flat iron. I know how to sew, I even have a knowledge in using a sewing machine, I sometimes alter my own clothes to make it more fitting.

But do I like doing those things? Cooking? Hmmm, maybe, as long as you won’t let me chop the ingredients and wash the dishes after. Waxing the floor? Yeah in your dreams, I can’t even remember the last time I saw or held a broom. Washing and ironing clothes? Nope baby. Not even folding clothes. I will never be that shinny wifey material. Those are just the cliché of my Imagination and I doubt if any wife can live to that expectation, but we are all good in our own ways I might not be able to perform those duties now since I still have to get a good husband but I’ll try to do it once I found the right man to serve.

She said "thanks, I like you too"

In my dreams I can see you grinning wide and foolishly asking me to move over and grab the bubblegum that someone left on the other table.

I: NO, don’t be stupid.

You: LOL can’t you be a little bold and silly sometimes.

I: I’m Bold but I’m not dumb

You: I’ll buy you a drink...

I: sure, make it double!

You: that’s what I like about you!

I: HAHAHA! I like you too ^^

And we grin like two chuckle head lost in our own world.

That reminds me so much of this song…so I’ll sing it for you. And yes she said “Thanks, I like you too.”

"Birds~ KATE NASH”

She was waiting at the station. He was getting off the train. He didn't have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriers again. Well, the ticket inspector saw him rushing through.

He said “girl you don't know how much I missed you but we'd better run 'cause I haven't got the funds to pay this fine.”
She said "fine"

Well so they ran out of the station and jumped onto a bus with two of yesterdays travel cards and two bottles of bud.

And he said "you look well nice"

Well she was wearing a skirt and he thought she looked nice. And yes, she didn't really care about anything else 'Cause she only wanted him to think that she looked nice and he did. But he was looking at her, yeah all funny in the eye.

She said "come on boy tell me what you're thinking now don't be shy."
He said “alright, I'll try”

“All the stars up in the sky and the leaves in the trees. All the broken bits that make you jump up and grassy bits in between. All the matter in the world is how much I like you."

She said "what?"
He said "let me try and explain again.”

"Right, birds can fly so high, and they can shit on your head, till they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared. But when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful. That's how I feel about you”

“Right, birds can fly so high and they can shit on your head, till they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel well scared. But when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful. That's how I feel about you. Yeah, that's how I feel about you."

She said "what?"
He said "you"
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you"

"Right, birds can fly so high, and they can shit on your head, till they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared. But when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful. That's how I feel about you”

"Right, birds can fly so high, and they can shit on your head, till they can almost fly into your eye and make you feel so scared. But when you look at them and you see that they're beautiful. That's how I feel about you. Right, that's how I feel about you.”

She said "thanks, I like you too"
He said "cool"

**Note I adjusted the cuts in the lyrics to make it sound like a regular conversation. ^^v

The things that Wrinkles my Nose

Pet Peeves: Annoyance at its Finest PartII

• People who rides in public transport without taking a bath first
• People who doesn’t take a bath
• Waking up and realizing that I just slept over a nice opportunity. NICE!
• Missing the greatest opportunity because of my stupidity and idiotic remarks hehehe!
• Waking up without coffee and smoke
• Waking up late because I failed to hear the alarm clock
• Waking up late because my freakazoid thumb just keeps on pressing snooze until I dozed off permanently
• Poop in the street. I once throw a pair of shoes just because I landed on the jackpot.
• People who let their dogs run around and treat the neighborhood as a dog pooped world.
• Dogs who effinly chase people off the street (I Love DOGS I just hate some of their MASTERS)
• People who brags (ok it’s different from people who humbly show their achievements).
• People who criticize but hey look at them *sarcastic laugh*
• People who talks nonsense
• People who can’t see beyond, as in you have to literally explain everything to them.
• People who can’t answer/explain why…WHY??? Hmmm?
• People who overly react like “HUWAT????? OMG!!! YOU’RE Freaking/ F*cking/Kidding me!!!” (And we are inside the church/conference room/ movie house and other places where you can’t be like that).
• No internet connection and we're paying in full. Same as with no cable, telephone lines, electricity and what not.
• Parents who hits or humiliates their kids in public *SIGH*
• Hot Hot Weather!
• Spending money
• Over Eating!

When YOU CUT my Soul

Times like this when I feel I have to draw the line. For some time I have been very patience and I guess I have given all my understanding. Yeah, you call me bitch and call me the worst person who say’s everything I wanted to say without any repercussion and I think you describe me very well. But didn't you know that I've been very careful with how I deal things with you not because I was required to but because I care. But today I am officially hurting, not mad, not angry, not annoyed but HURT!

I was called by names a million times, I remember I was the “JINX” and I was humiliated a couple of times too…I never argue about that, I was always willing to let it pass and I guess by doing that I have suppressed some emotions inside. I have bottled it all up and now I just can’t take it. Then I have to blame myself because I refuse to deal with it, I let it slip away without knowing that I was cradling it all inside.

Respect! Yes, that’s a very intricate word. How do you define the word respect? Do you show it through words, through action, through thoughts? I don’t know you tell me. Let me realize what the word respect means.

You have stated very well how brutally frank I am, how sarcastic I can be , how diabolic my thinking is and how blunt I speak. But dude! Didn’t you made it clear that you know me and you acknowledged the fact that it’s part of who I am? If I have hurt you or if those are cause of your insolence then why didn’t you say that I was bad being me? I was being ME for God’s sake! And you know what? I won’t even mention any good side of which I am…it’s all up to you my friend, if you can even think of any. Tsk tsk tsk!

And yes I have a heart of stone and I don’t get easily affected by how people look at me, I don’t give a damn to what they say, they don’t matter, they don’t even exist in my world and even if they reject me I wouldn’t give a BS. But WE, we are FRIENDS (aren’t we?).

Now I’m beginning to question and doubt why we are friends? I’m not a person who enumerates the variables between friendships but I’m starting too and I swear it’s not a good feeling. My head is spinning and my heart is aching.

I had it today and I guess it's time to rest my head on this matter…I hope I made it all clear. It's a small issue I know, but I guess I’ll never know when a small bite can trigger my death. I rest my case.

Institutionalize Yourself! In-Your-FACE!

I was listening to Suicidal Tendencies “Institutionalized” yesterday and I was thinking this song speaks a lot. The Song narrates clear emotions and frustration of a person who is being judge and accuse by the society, his friends and even his own family. I’ve always wonder why is it that when we fail to follow the standard or whatever that the society dictates, they look at us like were crazy? Hmmm…Just because we act different or swerve away from the norms doesn’t mean that we’re strange. How do you identify the right from wrong? What is normal, rational or the standard for you?

The Following Verse are taken from the song Institutionalized by Suicidal Tendencies:

Verse I:

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. And I get real frustrated. It's like, I try hard to do it and I take my time, but it just doesn't work out the way I want it to. It's like I concentrate on it real hard, but it just doesn't work out. And everything I do and everything I try, it never turns out! It's like; I need time to figure these things out. There's always someone there going,

"Hey Mike, you know, we’ve been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you know. You should maybe get away, and like, maybe you should talk about it, you’d feel a lot better."

I go, "No, its okay you know, I'll figure it out. Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out you know, I'm just working on myself."

And they go, "Well, you know, if you wanna talk about it, I'll be here ya know, and you'll probably feel a lot better if ya talked about it, so why don'tcha talk about it?!"

I go, "No! I don't want to I'm okay! I'll figure it out myself!"

Who cares if we fail and vent out all our frustration into something like writing or drinking or crying or shouting, isn’t that normal? Sometimes we go over board if another person inflict us displeasure… what do you want us to do sit down, watch and smile, and just let that person snatch or destroy everything that we have? And so if we act hurt and express our emotion people will think that we’ve gone crazy or something bad is going to happen. They go offering support and asking question when all you want is total silence to contemplate on the things that’s running in your mind, while everyone’s playing their own favorite role: a psychologist or a therapist without license. But hey! For as long as I’m not killing anyone or inflicting pain on myself or committing arson I think people should back out and mind there own little business.

Verse II

I go, "No Mom, I'm not on drugs. I’m okay, I'm just thinking, you know. Why don't ya give me a Pepsi?"

She goes, "No, you're on drugs!"

I go, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking."

She goes, "No, you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act in that way!"

I go, "Mom, just give me a Pepsi please, all I want is a Pepsi." And she wouldn't give it to me! Just one Pepsi! And she wouldn't give it to me! All I wanted was a Pepsi! Just a Pepsi!

Damn it! The son Just wants Pepsi and the mother won't give it to him because she thinks his son is an addict!~~~ Supports are expected from everyone in the Family, but I see a lot of dysfunctional family relationship, when I say dysfunctional family it should not be mistaken that for broken family~~that’s misconception. Dysfunctional family means that they fail to communicate and know who their family members are; in which conflict, misbehavior and abuse on the each part of individual members happen continually or shall I say its part of their daily routine. I’ve grown up in a family that doesn’t have any fraternal influence and our family is quite big, as in, Big Extended Traditional Filipino Family. I was raised by my mother with the help of her two sisters and brother in laws who never judge and assume but let me speak my mind freely without inhibition. Even though I was not guided by fatherly rules my family never fails to discipline, support and understand me. We had our share of fights and misunderstanding but we always sit down and calibrate on whatever issues we have. I believe that everyone in my family offers understanding, patience and support, reasons why I, my sibling and my cousins learned not to mess around.

Verse III

And I go, "Wait! What are ya talking about?! We decided?! My best interest?! How do you know what my best interest is! How can you say what my best interest is!

And what are ya trying ta say, I'm crazy?! When I went to your schools! I went to your churches!

I went to your institutional learning facilities! So how can ya say I'm crazy?!

Our society is the real killer, sometimes I think they dictate too much that everyone is dying and trying so hard to be on top of their standards. Our society is the one who dictates our social status and roles. In my own words they are the one who can classify the poor from the aristocrat. They are the one who categorize the insane from the plainly idiotic or stupid. When they tag you as insane expect that everyone will be looking at you like you’ve committed a heinous crime or you're infected with some morbid contagious disease. I know that Society is essential for implementing rules to have peace and order but most of the times it’s just cliché and stereotype.

This line should own you “How can you say what my best interest is!? When I went to your schools! I went to your churches! I went to your institutional learning facilities!” I’m not saying that humanity is bad in general, it’s a just that I think that we sometimes fail to see the real essence of each individuals and fail to recognized that each person are born unique. We don’t think the same, we don’t act the same, and we don’t eat and sh*t the same stuff!

I’m tired explaining this I’m sure those who are reading this will understand where I’m coming from. Bottom line: I hate the fact that people are judging others and saying what’s best for them, when they also have their own dysfunctional life. HEY! why don’t you just institutionalize yourself!

Your wish made me think!

On my birthday I received a lot of greetings and well wishes. But there’s this particular wish that made me think. Someone wished for me to find my own happiness. I know what it pertains to, I started questioning myself. Am I not that happy? Or Do I need anything/anyone to be happy?

What defines your happiness? Hmmmmm….?

• Money
• Luxury
• Material things
• Achieved Goals
• Fancy Cars
• Grandiose Mansion
• Expensive designer Clothes
• High-end Gadgets
• Family
• Food
• Jewelries

I don’t know…I’m not going to tell you the things that should make you happy. You have to decide that on your own.

What makes me happy?

The fact that I’m still alive makes me happy. My son, my family, my friends, my colleagues, my career, my cheap finds, expressing my mind through my blog, travelling, listening to music, playing the guitar, reading books and blogs, taking my pictures and others, drinking and chatting with friends till morning, having a fine conversation with my seniors, I can list all the things even to the tiniest details but some would still question my life’s fulfillment.

I’m young, I can still sail my vessel to any direction that I wish. And I’m not going to depend my happiness on someone or something because I know that it will only be catastrophic. I am happy because I’m happy, it’s a state of mind, it an attitude. I can’t imagine myself living another life than my life today. We can never measure anyone’s happiness, so let’s not judge people by how they live their life and assume that~~ that person is miserable than you just because you think that your happiness will also define that person’s happiness. No don’t do that, don’t make that mistake.

Oh well, I’m happy that someone wished me to find my happiness and just a clarification I’m not angry. In fact, I’m thankful because if it weren’t for that I wouldn’t sit down and stop whatever I am doing to access and check my good sense. Maybe that person also affects me in a way that’s why I have to ask myself and check if I’m happy with my goddamn life. LOL ^^