The Benefits of Oregano

Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.

Hand of Hope: Samuel Alexander Armas

A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.

Tracey Connelley, Baby P's Evil Mom, Shows NO Remorse

I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.

Baby P's Murderers -- Why Are They Being Protected?

In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.

That Winter The Wind Blows Finale: Did Oh Soo Die?

Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.

Dec 16, 2011

Bullshit and Blessings

Nice title, huh?

I am having a good morning as opposed to the kind of morning I had yesterday. Yesterday was crappy.  I guess my good morning is partly because of the rain. I love the rain and I think I have blogged about how much I love the rain that I should just create a category for it or change my blog title to "Have I Told You How Much I Love the Rain Because I Love the Rain. Oh Yes, I Do! Yes, I Do! So, Have I Told You How Much I Love the Rain?"  Yes, that long.

Well, anyway, my good mood is partly because of the rain and my salary raise. :)

Well, that's basically it.  That covers the "Blessings" part in the title of this post.  Now, let's go to the Bullshit part.

You see, I have this little issue that I can't seem to recover from.  You know how we talk about people behind their backs? I mean, you know, we gossip about them. C'mon, don't tell me you haven't done this?! Who are you freaking Mother Teresa?! The Pope?!

Anyway, we've all done this. We do this to family, to friends, to colleagues, to strangers.  We do this with or without malice.  We stab them behind their backs or we deluge them with praises. It doesn't matter.  We, by nature, talk about other people.  And accordingly, people talk about us.  That's just how it is. It's the brutal nature of society.  I guess, we've all accepted that.  What is hard to deal with, however, is learning what people think of us or what they say about us when our backs are turned.  It is even harder when these are the people we consider our friends, best friends even.

Yesterday, a friend of mine sent me a text message she was supposed to send to someone else.  The message was about me.  She was not planning to assassinate me.  She was not assailing my character to little pieces.  In fact, there was some truth to what she was saying, but it was how she said it that hurt me - a lot. It was the words she chose to use.  It came as a shock.  It reeked of cowardice.  I realized I am not as mad as much as I am hurt.  She could have just told me right?

The thing is I don't mince words. I tell people what I think when I feel I have to. In a way, I think it's my way of making up for saying things behind their back (because yes, I do that, sue me.) Because of this, I feel that people should be honest about their feelings too. Anyway, in this case, she sent the bomb and it went off. Did she apologize?  Yes, she did.  She said that she was "sowee."

So, there goes the bullshit. 

Dec 13, 2011



Dec 12, 2011


I slept at 9 in the morning, this morning and I'm awake now. It's 1 in the afternoon. It's my husband's fault.  He opens the door, closes the door, opens the light, closes the light and talks to me even though he knows I'm asleep.  Needless to say, I finally woke up, scream bloody murder and now I can't sleep. My head is pounding.

Early this morning, I saw a pencil and I started sketching, It has been a while since I drew anything and I just allowed my hand to do whatever it wants to do. And I came up with this


Whoopee. Years of not drawing and I came up with this weird shit. Sigh.

For the One Who Got Away :)

Dec 11, 2011

Anxiety Attack

I knew it would come to this. I thought I was prepared for it, but it seems like I am not. I should be, but I am panicking. I feel like I can't breathe. God damn it. Crossroads. I've reached my crossroads and if things go as planned, I will be jumping into the fires of hell again. I wish I didn't see it like that, but I do. I have six months to change my perception and hopefully, a positive change will yield positive outcome. I am covering all the bases. uh.huh. I am making sure that I have all the bases covered this time and I have Plan A and Plan B all set up. The Fires of Hell is Plan A but I am setting things in motion for Plan B as well.

Dear Lord. I hope I am ready for this. 2012, give me your best shot, bitch.

Dec 10, 2011

Damn It.

I had that dream again where I wake up with a gnawing emptiness in my stomach. Damn it.

I prefer to lie to myself. I prefer to believe in this little truths/lies that I tell myself. I don't understand it really. I don't understand how something or someone can have that much hold. It's weird. It doesn't make sense at all.  It defies the rational, the reasonable.

So, I tell myself that little lie and convince myself it's true. But then, I'd sleep and the truth will rear its head. Damn it. Just.Get.Out.Of.My.Head will you? Go away!

Dec 2, 2011

Three Two

The first time I took notice of her, I was sitting behind her in class.  She was #1 in class - and sometimes #2.  I was often #3 in class, next to her and Lala.  She's a scary loser though.  Well, she used to be.  One time, she ranked 2nd next to Marla, she got mad and she broke Lala's pencil in half.  We were in first grade.

My next memory of her was in 2nd grade.  It was recess and we were playing Chinese Garter.  She was just about to make a jump when her cousin (our classmate) pulled the garter and she fell on her face.  Her front tooth fell off.   I had to wait for her while she gargled and spit out the blood from her mouth.  We were late for our First Communion practice.

From then on, she became a part of my life.  We have seen each other through a lot of things for 24 years.  There are a lot of great memories and a lot of painful ones.  I have seen her grow from a child to the strong woman she is now.  Although, I've always loved her, I have also learned to respect her.  I think she is one of the person in my life that I hold in the highest regard.  She is often stubborn, but she's the kind of person who would always, always do the right thing.

You can never make her cheat or lie.  She has her beliefs and she stands by them.  She values friendship and she values family.  After everything that has happened to her, I have never been so proud of her for being the strong, principled woman that she is.  While I lose respect for some people, I only have the greatest respect for her.  Oh, there were times when she pissed me off.  There were times when I wanted to scream at her.  She's great at pissing me off actually. It's hard to quarrel with her though because she's great at ignoring me until I get tired of being mad. I love her for being like that and for the hundred little things that make her who and what she is - a woman who knows her mind.

We're back to square one, Tin. But let's not give up on lighting you used to do.  You know what I mean.  I love you to bits.  Go and be fabulous.  Happy Birthday.