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Because he’s 43
May 21, 2008
When I told my folks that somebody was courting me, they got excited to know who the blind sorry man was so I told them stuff like "ow, he’s into designing houses and construction" to which I got "How old is he?" "Where is he from?" and "How and where did you meet?" So I said to myself, of course you want to know everything. You guys always do. By the way, they felt sorry for the both of us.
So I told them the story from the day he started texting me until the present situation. But. I doubt if they ever listened to all that I’ve said given that they were so asorbed with him being a forty something guy, unmarried and unfathered, wooing a 20 something girl barely going out into the world. I didnt remember telling them about a manananggal but they sure looked terrified. A couple of future scenarios graphically described and insinuated followed and then I desperately wished I was an old maid.
They met him personally during my birthday. It was a feast and the food was great. I was happy for a moment until I realized that his presence makes them quiet, observing and speculative. I’ve never seen them act like that before. One of my uncle said he’s always been looking up to me for being great at school and my craft until he learned that I’m going out with someone as old as my father. Did it hurt? Of course it did, but to say i’m hurt and hating is losing to their arguments. Thing is, I can’t argue with them because i know how it is to argue with your father, mother, aunts and uncles. They show you how they love you through intimidation, that’s what i see.
So now im partially hoping that they learn about him through this blog, how he changed me, made me lose weight, made me stay away from pork, made me exercise, made me pray every mealtime, made me listen to my heart, made me secured, loved, cherished, appreciated, lavished and adored. How he made me a better person everyday.
Because he’s 43 is a blessing, not a curse you insist on believing.
After the busy audit season
May 19, 2008The days are fast approaching, indeed and it’s good to know i’m still alive after the busy season that went by, atleast in the firm where i’m working at. The sleep-deprived nights has revived the zits in the visible areas of my face (bangs are good concealers) which prompted me to visit a facial center. And i’ve never been to one before. Needless to say, the experience was painfully yet happily addressed. I am not in a particularly cheerful mood right now so just check out the gallery if you feel the urge to see my face with mudpack.
The work-related stress triggered a lot of emotions in me. Having to juggle the demands of work, family and the significant other rendered me incapable of treating my boyfriend right, which even extends to dismissing an urgent phonecall. We’re only human, you might say, but on the contrary i felt as though i’ve let my loved one fall despite the words i promised him before - that I will be there for him, no matter what. Sometimes i dont realize the consequence of the things I do until i’m told and that sucks. How I dealt with it? Don’t ask. To say its the hormones acting up would the most sorry excuse ever. And it was. I cried and snuck out goo from my fat nose.
That and some failures here and there which are keeping me on my toes - not a bad thing. The credit card bills still exist, my stubborn father still has his own world, my equally hard-headed brother wont step into college and thank God, I have no qualms about my sister because she obeys me, even though it takes one week for her to get my instructions done. I could not complain. Some have it worse and would willingly embrace my circumstances in exchange with theirs.
I had it with the topic of procreation.
Next thing to talk about tomorrow morning when i’m sunny.








