Another short note

Whew! I almost lost PS (this blog). I failed accessing it due to faulty memory and procrastination. My fault really, that's the trouble if you have more than 2 e-mails that you use alternately for other accounts. Another thing is I keep on forgetting about taking time to write, not an easy admittance since I've sworn to change this bad habit of mine which is not sticking to my internal schedules and TTDs. This scheduling habit and post-it addiction is not really working as the cruel work requirements and deadlines keep coming and its seems I am just wasting paper and ink listing my priorities but not actually honoring it. Again, I am repeating this to myself ...balance...balance...balance. Another admittance is I procrastinate a lot, I shelve ideas as fast as I conjure them in my mind. I am a nasty, self-editing, hard to please "writer" (i actually use the term OMG). So where do I begin now? Four months have passed without an entry...this is not good, I see reformatting this blog and start anew. Hi reader, if ever you are still there, would you mind sending some recommendations to this entry via the comments section. I really need intervention at this point. Stress has indeed drained whatever creativity or inspiration I had 4 months ago. Why did I ever allow it to happen? So much for sulking in my corner...I need to revive this blog ASAP. I am not giving up yet.

Self -reminders in a jiffy

Dream bigger dreams.

Be true to your core gifts.

Practice again and again and again.

Stay focus.

Listen to yourself.

Compassion.

Zeal.

Healthy amount of self-pride won't hurt.

Donate school supplies to Project Aral 2011

Being a crammer Mom, I dropped by NBS bestsellers (specialty store of National Book Store) at the Podium to finally commence my school supplies-buying duties. I had a long list of supplies, one each for Kit and Princess Peach, which I have forgotten inside my bag for a month. It was impossible for me to complete the 2 long lists in a matter of an hour as I have to go back to my office box. Hence, I prioritized the paper, envelop and art material requirements and still got lost with all types of papers, folders, envelops, and art tools available.

Upon paying my purchase, I was offered by the cashier to donate supplies to the Project Aral of the NBS Foundation. For the price of P 25, you get to buy 2 notebooks, a pencil and eraser; this is the Project Aral kit. You can put your name in the donated by space in the tag sticker. Of course I wrote the names of Kit and Peach on it as a way of sharing their blessings to others. A Project Aral dropbox is located near the store entrance or the main cash counter.

I wish I could provide more information about this project like feature the beneficiaries and how this project came to be for better appreciation but genuine sharing just happens. You just do it. So I invite everybody reading this note to support NBS’s Project Aral. Your donations will go a long way in helping children from less fortunate communities.

A message for Princess Peach

My little sweet daughter, hope you won’t grow so fast though I secretly wish sometimes you were the age when I can …

Bring you to a beauty salon with me where we can both pass time in idle chat while getting our toenails painted in bright purple though I’m quite sure you’ll prefer yours in green. I will always remember when I first brought you to such fancy place for your first haircut, I found you too cute for the haircutting chair. Sitting side by site together, you were too scared to let go of my hand while the hairdresser cut your hair short like mine. I just felt so content holding your hand that I froze that picture in my mind and wish again for you not to grow up fast.

Tag you in the mall and shop till we both drop from exhaustion literally. I admit that shopping for clothes is a waterloo (though I can score at shoe-shopping) and I’d love someone who would give sensible fashion advice. I wish you’d forgive your Mom for lacking these skills as I grew up with brothers in a mostly boys populated neighborhood. I did not get the chance to play dress-up nor had the privilege of a fashion magazine subscription. Just like the boys, I rode and fell from biking races under the 2 o'clock summer sun which makes me wonder why I tend to be upset when I come home from work and see your knee or leg get scraped a bit. I would even reprimand your Yaya for not being able to prevent it and be adamant about you wearing pjs in the afternoon to prevent insect bites and scratches from rough play.

Spend plenty of time with you in one of my favorite places in the country--- where else but Fully Booked -- we could let hours go by while browsing and having a hard time choosing, prioritizing which books to buy, authors to love, like, drop and love again. I hope you’d share my love for Gibran’s prose, Allende’s magic realism and Grisham’s legal thrillers while I look forward to hear about your favorites and choices. And also share my liking for paperproducts, those dainty notebooks and journals and bother to care for things like “Does its pages have the right level of smoothness to give the proper gliding effect when you write?” See your Mom is just as quirky as you are when I observed that you preferred writing using my colored gel pens over you jumbo pencil, no matter if it requires your tiny hand double effort to steady your grip.

Dear baby daughter though I wish for these things, my prayer remains the same that you won't grow too fast. Please let me enjoy it a little bit more.

Photo source: Nitendo

For a change

Okay just because people are running to the gym to re-start their fitness regimen and get back to their ever optimum shape I will have to make a dash as well to the nearest health club armed with the credit card and my acidic zeal, so acidic it could burn and punch a hole in my throat. Anyway I am not that and writing about my current weight and shape is not a favorite past time. I honestly detest it or I’m confused right now, I do not detest it rather I have been avoiding it like the plague for 3 years already and why?

Number 1, I am not a very healthy person. I have a spectacular diet, meaning to say I do not discriminate. What and when and how much I eat, I do not bother to think about. I reach for a dark chocolate bar when I am upset to calm myself. I bolt to the 7-11 store and buy a Gulp of soda when I am confronted with a pile of reading materials. My idea of healthy eating is opting for a grilled Brother’s burger and a tub of yoghurt ice cream with sweet toppings and all the works.

Number 2, I am a sedentary person. My only form of exercise is walking little distances and doing grocery. Though I play with my kids a lot during weekends, I hope laughing and acting childlike also burns calories. Climbing a flight of stairs has been quite a daunting feat, it makes my heart race so hard that I need to stop midway and catch my breath.

Number 3, I am a food addict (period).

I hope to change my unhealthy lifestyle, habit and orientation. They say, if you want something badly, you have to write about it so that the universe will take your words and conspire to help you make it happen. So this is my piece, my hope for a healthier me this 2011. It will not be easy and an overnight deal but I am taking it. I’m tired of carrying all this excess weight and tired of making excuses to friends who dare comment about my weight gain and I would wear my arrogant accent and scowl and say “I just gave birth to my baby girl” while referring to my daughter who is turning 4 years old next week. I’m tired of feeling guilty after enjoying a more than hearty meal with my family. I just want to free myself from this addiction and take control of it. My BMI is something that I wouldn’t dare put into print here. It scares me sometimes. I want to live until the time I get my chance to spoil my own grandchildren the way my kids are spoiled by my in-laws and parents. Please, I just want to be kinder to myself some more…

Okay then with all that has been said, any recommendations for some nice-looking but durable running shoes in the market? I intend to drop by the sports plaza later this afternoon. Well I hope this is not just to justify another shoe buying session… I’ll keep my fingers crossed.