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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Monday, August 27, 2012

baby steps

I blocked you not because I'm angry at you, I did so because that picture is a picture of both lies and truths, and it hurts both ways.

It reminds me of all the lies you told me, and all the truths behind the lies.


I thought id stop hurting knowing its there floating in that huge highway. But that was just pretend. It tears every piece of me apart, knowing you uploaded that on purpose. Knowing I will come across it, either by chance or during those moments when I check on you because im missing you and i want to see your face again.

It was the same thing when you changed your status last year then you called me. I didn't see it but some people did. Your network and hers. I was a wreck. Then you called. I took you back without any question, and even when I had doubts, for your sweet words and actions/inactions just don't come together. Leap of faith (sabi nga ni Weng). I went beyond my doubts because I do love you and I wanted to fix things between us.

I made a decision in October. In October she was already on her way to Houston. That fast, she was in your arms by November. She posted all that in her Facebook. You made that your profile pic along with a few more including your current one that was January, after Christmas. May be one of those family pictures you posted along others, some people and batchmates beginning to Like.

I sent you brief messages on your birthday and Father's Day. I was hoping we can still be cordial as old acquaintances. An attempt to mend things between us. You never replied. But didn't you stop along time way ahead? Not replying to all my messages, not taking my calls. I pretended that it didn't hurt. I gave myself many excuses and licked my own wounds. I guess that was how you wanted things to be. So I swore (for the nth time) to myself not to ever bother you again. I do not wish anymore to disturb your much anticipated happiness.

So i thought, may be if I'd get use to the idea that we float in the same highway, live under the same sky, and breathe the same air ... time will pass and bury every bitter memory of us some place else. A place and time still unknown to me.

But this was all wishful thinking. My own set of lies tied up with pretty ribbons.

That picture of you, your head resting on hers,your arms embracing her, the joy on Alvin's face. That big, lovely pine tree behind you glitters happily.

This scene pops out in People You May Know. Screaming to my face like that same big blue sky hovering us. A crystal clear reminder of my poor judgment on the lies I chose to believe in, and the truths I refused to accept.

With no consideration of my feelings, of my pains ... you purposely posted those pictures seven months ago. You were too overwhelmed and excited, a little undecided on which to post so they say, until you settled on that family picture with that gorgeous pine. Honey, you looking good on yellow. :) In fact, you look better. Happy beautiful. Am sure your headache is cured and all gone.

You don't have any reason to hate your life any longer. She's with you now. Your family's complete just as you wanted. Life rosier in Houston.

But let me take that back. My statement was wrong. It was wrong to say that you were inconsiderate about my feelings, of my pains, when you purposely posted those pictures seven months ago, knowing I will find about it. You did that consciously as a manifestation of your joy and the contentment in your heart. It wasn't about me. I never crossed your mind. You did not do that to affect me. There was too much happiness in your home, you have no room for anger, frustrations, heart break. What used to be a big lonely space in your house where we used to make love, now sparkles from too much ecstasy. Nothing else matters.

I was just a fleeting memory. Two months of indiscretion is not hard to extinguish. You let go and moved on, fast, easy, completely.

I was jealous of that.

I wasn't angry at you, I was angrier at myself. Your goal to have a complete, happy family is upright. I was the wrong kind.

I blocked you because I wanted to have what you have. At least some parts of it. I have to start somewhere and it's long overdue.

I don't want to watch anymore. While you have the best times of your life, I wanted that knife to slit my wrist. Nothing matters. Not even death.

So this is another attempt ... baby steps are such a struggle.




***(I wanted to end this entry by saying that, "I blocked you because I wanted to get my life back . My life before June 19, 2011. But to say that is to lie to myself again. And again, may be it will derail my sincere attempt to find my own niche. I know that getting my old life back before meeting you that night online cannot happen anymore. That was an unreasonable hasty after thought. We know that there are circumstances in our past we can no longer change just because we wanted things to be easier or just because it would be more convenient. I was powerless to alter the last 30 years between us, and still incapable to erase whatever happened next after those 3 decades. I was dreaming a beautiful dream with you. I was hoping for a happy ending. I thought I was closer to that … may be if you loved me enough, if you did love me, may be. But then not.
funny ... I wrote this thinking you will know that I blocked you, or may be Destine or as if you read my messages in FB last November and May and June... i have always been a very assuming person, but I always make the wrong assumptions.
In reality, i don't think you still need FB, when you have her home, with you every single day.)
Nothing matters anymore.









Thursday, August 23, 2012

Destine's Jaded Leaves the Group

jusz before the over-the-weekend long vacation ended yesterday ... and some last minute renewals in https://www.facebook.com/gypsytales ... some quick decisions we have to make ... out of impluse, no buts, no what ifs. "Leave" is just a button at the upper right hand corner --- you just clink without blinking an eye.

26th October 2011, right after breaking up, i decided to put up Destine Love Sweets in connivance with Destine's Will* (my ol' wizard). My own pixie hallow ....

My older account's too crowded. Everybody's there. Family, friends, old, new, work, school, college, high school, KES, AES, CITEM , DTI ZPO. You say something, venoms spitted all over. You build your wall, wild fires spread easy.

For my own sake ... a little more sanity, a little less of crazy.

It was my sweet escape, my fortress zone, after a fictitious FB account was set up using my identity, calling me names, adding my friends, but only my friends from our small town. I deactivated my original account, and continued my correspondence in DLS.

With open arms, without any qualms, DLS was cuddled by KES group. DLS' presence was my absence. Of course, it wasn't the same. It will never be the same. Even until now.

DLS' limited network was intentional. Public and small. A complete opposite of gypsytales.

A sorrowful period of transition. DLS was meant to be short lived.

Destine's Will was equally fleeting. A double whammy. I renamed https://www.facebook.com/pixietales --- Destine's Jaded.
Last night, 21st of August, not for anything else but because it already served its purpose. Destine's Jaded left KES group.

And not because it has been useful like pixietales but because the idea of a Twin Flame sucks (i must say though, tito Tony Suvega was an adorable man). Tomorrow another account closes.



**Destine's Will ... my second best, still best but only second to you.



Sunday, August 12, 2012

Mash the mush!!!

He says ...



She says ...


Me says ...

Derek's heart's gonna go broken (may be) but he'll get over Anna in a jiffy. Anna's ryte, this Derek Boy is jusz bein' musheeee.

And Anna ... you are my idol girl! I want you to be my BFF! I should learn from you.

Life goes on. Derek and Anna stay away from each other paths, alrightie. Let this pldtdsl video hype stay as that. Don't disturb the memory.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

celebrating Tasha


I enjoy doing housework,
ironing, washing, cooking,
dishwashing.
Whenever I get one of those
questionaires and they ask
what is your profession,
I always put down housewife.
It's an admirable profession,
why apologize for it.
You aren't stupid because you're a housewife.
When you're stirring the jam you can
read Shakespeare.
~Tasha Tudor~

Narrative Autobiography: Diamond in the rough



I was born a month earlier before my due date under caesarian section due to my mother’s legendary congenital heart condition. Summer of 1970. 21st of April in a sleepy town of Rosario, Cavite. As they say, a Tuesday child is full of grace.

I am an only child of a pampered daughter and a favored son. The first grandchild. The first niece. I grew up a bit spoiled by my maternal and paternal families. It was disliked by my cousins during our younger days but we grew closer to one another as we moved towards our adolescent and adult years. While we dread the passing of the generation before us, we know it is inevitable. Being the eldest in a small brood of 9, I stand next in line as family matriarch. While I know that the responsibility is enormous, I am the nurturing kind, and it is a gift I am grateful of.

I spent my early childhood in Tanza, Cavite until my parents separated when I was 3 years old, and my mother and stepfather brought me with them in Olongapo City. I lived there for 15 years. I always described myself as a true blooded Kabitenya, ‘Gapo girl by heart.

I was fortunate to receive public education when it was as its best. I was a consistent honor student but I always ended up getting bumped off of the honor roll due to lack of residency. When I was a child, my maternal family had this bad habit of borrowing me like a teddy bear from my mom only because they wanted to have me around in their house for an extended vacation. So I got uprooted and transferred from one school after the other in my grade school days, I went to a total of 6 elementary schools, 2 in Cavite, 1 in Manila and 3 in Olongapo City. The plus side of this, now in my adult years, I have an extensive network of childhood friends, and very fond, and distinct recollection of each.

High school was one of my happiest memories. I got formidable education from one of the best, if not the best, secondary schools in Zambales, and found from there, my Best Friends Forever. A friendship of 30 years and growing stronger, is a serious feat and a blessing from God.

I went to Manila after high school as an academic scholar, however, the height of student activism clouded my freshman year. To make a long story short, I had to be “rounded up” by my mother from the streets of Intramuros after a week long of demonstration. She got me reprimanded by sending me back to Olongapo and enrolled me in a small Catholic college.

It did not stop my radical views but having my mother by my side, day in day out, kept me grounded. It did me well, and I am thankful from getting that tough love from my mom. She gave me the right kind of love in a period of time for a specific situation, and because of that I did not end up in the mountains of Quezon, did not end up with a bullet in my head (like what my mother used to fear when she learned about my militant activities in Manila), and did not waste my chance to give legitimate help to my country . At 19, I earned my degree in AB Economics, Cum Laude. I joined government service a month after.

After a very long engagement, I got married in 1997. And I have a 1 5 year old daughter who is graduating from high school March of 2013.

I must say, I am unconventional in many ways, as a child, as a daughter, a friend, a boss, a mother, a partner. I do not have the world’s most admirable traits, but I am very endearing to people whose lives I have touched.

I approached mid life two years ago, I realized for myself how quite of a challenge it is, making it very overwhelming but very engaging. Sometimes, I think this middle life feels like you are trapped in middle earth, it can be a little jaded but most of the time it’s life as always in whatever stage, a diamond in the rough.

Having said that, I am making sure that this overwhelming challenging midlife ride is still fun, interesting and memorable. I have brought along a list of hobbies and fascinations which I am passionate about, and I pursue them relentlessly. To me, they are therapeutic, they keep me sane but they drive me crazy, too.

I grew up in a family of voracious readers. In our ancestral house in Tanza, my Titas’ townhouse in Manila, our apartment in Olongapo, you will find newspapers, paperbacks, children’s book, magazines, scribbles on yellow pads, doodles on notebooks all over the place.

So it must be genetics, my love for reading. An inheritance from my maternal family I continue to value and enjoy until this very day. I read practically everywhere for as long as I have a chance. I make it a point to carry a good cover in my bag. If for some reason, I ran out of a good reading material (like now when I just finished Angela Mastretta’s Women with Big Eyes, and E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey still out of stock), I am left to reading billboards, and even vandalisms and graffitis while on my way to work :) . Myself, an avid fan of many many writers, poets and novelists, famous, unknown, anonymous. How I wish I have their proficiency. With the advent of internet, I am beginning to explore and enjoy my online reads, too, nevertheless the sight, and feel and scent of books is as comforting as my favorite Mexican hot chocolate with chili sprinkle :). One of my hedonistic dreams is to put all my collection of books and novels in one big chunk of space at home all neatly tucked in avant garde shelves . I am afraid that I’m going to have a haven for a library bigger than my house J

Having describe my appetite for reading, writing comes as a second nature. I spent my childhood writing love letters to my mother while she was working away from me and I was left under the care of my grandparents. Later on I discovered poetry writing in 6th grade, a hobby which I am still very fond of until this very day. Currently, I am a member of an online poetry group for 8 years now, and a very pensive blogger at that. Right now, I am toying with the idea of getting into some online product reviews. I am also interested in writing children’s books focusing on matters like friendships, relationships, marriage, separation, adolescent, sex, humanity, death, afterlife, homosexuality even, God, leadership, topics that are usually taboo for kids. Hoping to give them a more substantive definition and presentation, and possibly with real life situations of real people. But my biggest, wildest desire is to write a non-fictional novel about the women in my life, and share their lives, loves, triumphs and tragedies in a book. I imagine myself in my retirement years doing all my writings in my dream brick house somewhere in Tagaytay City, in the company of my playlist, wine or beer, my spicy hot chocolate or cafĂ© latte, even ice cream with fresh bananas and strawberries. I actually tried to start the first part of the novel in early 2000, the file got corrupted. I just told myself may be it’s not yet time. Thinking about this personal aspiration gives me that castle in the sky feeling. That novel I’ll call “Sagging Breasts”.

I am Taurus. I have a lot of fixations. Music is one of them. I have an increasing collection, a growing menu of genres. I guess, it comes with age … while you remain loyal to certain sounds, your taste bud for music becomes more flexible in the passing of years. My playlist just like my book, I carry with me wherever I go. I enjoy slow rock, pop (jazz and mystical), raw, indie music and RNB from time to time. Even when I don’t play them, I find guitar and saxophone really dramatically sexy. I wished I were in Woodstock, and still wishful, that one day, I can be part of the Love Parade in Germany.

While I adore my friends and love to drink and dine with them from time to time. I am someone who values and enjoys my solitude. I like very much the idea of staying at home. Having said that, I am a bit addicted to decorating my house. I am known to family and friends for having a knack for all things pretty and rare. I am partial to dark wood, glass and ceramics, scented candles, quilts, old fashion claw foot tubs. I love big bold deep Mexican hues, and pastels, and purple is my favorite color. I am not a green thumb but I am passionate with roses, tulips, sunflowers, blue bells and daisy chains. I am contemporary but I am more of an old soul, I adore vintage and retro. I am child like , I don’t like Barbie dolls but I always believed I am Pippi Longstocking :), I am charmed by Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Ziggy, Smurfs, Richie Rich, Little Lulu. Raggedy Ann, Holly Hobby and Pooh bear.

I can’t make them but I am an art aficionado, I am a huge fan of figurative artists like Gustav Klimt and Egon Schiele, an admirer of Norman Rockwell, Duane Bryers, Stella Vines, something vector, digital, watercolor, b&w photography, tattoo and body piercing. Visuals as they may seem but I am equally interested on the stories behind every art work.

I am fascinated with anything elemental. Fairies, witchcraft, spirits, astrology, twin souls, orbs, crescent moon, toad stools, dream catchers, wands, halos, pixie dusts, fireflies, butterflies. I find afternoon rains and sunsets very romantic.

I’m not much into travel. I am bit lazy to do that. But if with good company, I won’t say no for a vacation in Bali, Bangkok, Paris, Spain and the US. Someday may be.

And every man’s downfall, is a woman’s shopping streak. I think can live in shopping malls, in boutiques, in bookstores, in thrift shops.

I am not much into fashion, I go for comfort and hygiene. I love going to the spa for facials, milk baths, paint my toes, make my heels blush, smell like Johnson’s Baby powder I love to pamper my hair with scent and color, work with it on messy buns, waterfall braids, boho bands. I don’t wear much make up but I wear eye liners, light and colorless mascara, lippy in strawberry red and nude, oil free face power, light blush. I love accessories and wedges. I am bag lady, a big bag lady with lots of purses inside. My fashion sense is a little laid back, I can drop dead with oversized white shirts, sleeveless cotton tees, long socks, leg warmers, boxers, torn jeans.

If there’s anything else I want to add up in this long list of hobbies and interests, is to take up running with my daughter, get guitar lessons at home, and learn to crochet.

I was never indifferent to transformation, modification, variation. I chose to work for an organization I heavily criticized during my college years, I transferred, I retired, I tried opposite grounds. At 42, I should be bold enough to do some necessary re-routing with my career path before I write that novel after my second retirement. :)

Graduating with honors automatically gave me that ultimate pass to work for the government under the auspices of Presidential Decree 907 otherwise known as the Honor Graduate Eligibility. In April 1990, I was officially contracted by the Department of Trade and Industry (DTI), under the Comprehensive Agrarian Reform Program (CARP) as a Municipal Trade and Industry officer (MTIO) . As MTIO, I was assigned to the first district of Zambales, organizing agri-based communities into associations and cooperatives, and developing alternative income generating projects for specific rural based beneficiaries.

Olongapo City went through some serious and controversial economic upheavals. After the eruption of Mount Pinatubo and the closure of the US Naval Facility in Subic, my family decided to move back to Cavite. I was already a Trade & Industry Development Industry Specialist II when I made my lateral transfer to the Center for International Trade Expositions and Missions (CITEM), a sister agency of DTI mandated to promote Philippine exports through organized fairs and missions.

From farmers, indigenous people and marginalized members of the society, I found myself working with exporters, industrialists, local and foreign buyers, consultants and embassies and industry associations within and outside the Philippines, domestic and overseas suppliers and contractors of international exhibits, among others. My job in CITEM gave me the opportunity to travel in Asia, Europe and the USA.

I am proud to have spent the formative years of my professional life in government. The negative publicity about government work, to me is possibly just a perception and not a universal truth. In general, my prevalent work ethics and standards, even my current circle of influence, including important lessons as well as very fond memories were drawn largely from the years spent in the bureaucracy. After 15 years from being a junior to senior technical staff, Division to Department Officer-In-Charge, Project Coordinator to Project Manager and Conference Manager, Vice President and OIC of CITEM’s employee association, a string of successful trade events and conferences here and abroad, I retired from the service in 2008. Until this day, I have high regards to all my mentors in DTI/CITEM, I cherish the friendships made, and it is an honor to have served government for 18 years.

A few days after my early retirement, I joined GMA Marketing & Productions, Inc. Short as compared to my stint in government, media and entertainment showed me the other side of the events management industry. This time, our target market is basically the consumers themselves, the direct users of the brands of our advertisers, and viewers of GMA shows. A such, it did not only widen my experience as an events professional, but it also introduced me to a different perspective , and more importantly gave me firm resolved on my career path.

Summarizing the 22 years of my professional work, which is practically more than half of my life, is certainly not a picnic, but aside from my family and friends, my education, my spiritual life, I must say that, my professional endeavors, indeed a significant part of that village that raised me to the kind of person that I am today.

I am now looking for a company that can offer me a bigger room for professional growth that will allow my valued involvement in the cerebral and creative process of events organizing as well as human resource development. It is always a deeply rooted desire to continuously challenge myself even with a job that I have been doing for 19 years.

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