And so it is...

2008.

I remember a few years back... no, make that waaay back into my childhood. My sugar laden hyperactive mind was then working on overdrive. I had this pretty picture of how it would be like beyond the year 2000.

... flying cars
... weird outfits
... weird buildings
... weird gadgets (think Teleporting)
... weird food (think steak on a tablet)

that picture into the future made me so scared that it kinda gives me the creeps everytime another year draws by (that and that freaked out Nostradamus dude). It made me imagine the end of the world and Revelation coming true. I would begin to weep for my unborn children and grandchildren and great grandchildren who wouldn't be able to relish San Mig Light and red wine. I would think of how I can save the world, probably design an underground silo lest another meteor strikes again. I would begin to pray that God would only take away those who kill people and steal cellphones. I would.... haaaaay.... Too much thinking gives you ideas that would later on be ghosts that will haunt you every single night.

goosebumps.

Fast forward to January 2008. Everything I pictured then became just like they were, a part of my imagination. True that everything became weird like them outfits and diet pills, but hey! My car still has wheels and isn't flying! And I still don't hear the thundering voice of God saying it's judgment day. Still, I get that icky feeling I always do when a new year starts. Not because I am turning out to be a psycho (which I think I am already), but because the unknown year that lies ahead scares me.

The future scares me.

26 years into this fucking life and now I have the right to deal with it with my own hands. What does this year hold for me? The only thing I am certain about is that come September, 26 won't be 26 anymore but 27. Even with that I am way too late already. I am no longer qualified for an official "quarter life crisis" just in time when I want one!

I remember driving through SLEX the other day when John Mayer's "Why Georgia" came through my mp3 player. Those lines hit me like some cheap firecracker on New Year's eve.

"I am tempted to keep the car in drive

And leave this shit behind

Cause I wonder sometimes

About the outcome

Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right? "

HOOOOONNNNNKKKKK!

that was the bus behind me that made me jump back to consciousness after being whacked in the head by those lines. All of a sudden, it hit me that I am no longer a kid. The year that went by was good to me... so good in fact that I am now being plunged into a whole new world of new beginnings and endless possibilities. Still, the possibilities scare me. It is also taking me out of my comfort zone. Nevertheless, it also dawned upon me that people who get what they want do have to come out of their comfort zones every once in a while, so maybe it's now time I get out of mine and explore all those what if's before they become what-might-have-beens. It can be so shitty scary, but what if it's worth the ride?

2008.

my life.

am I living it right?

The fact that things are looking up and I am now smiling must mean I am doing something right. Thinking of it that way amps my courage level a few notches. Think. This coming year will be just as fine.

get ready 2008. It's show time!

Bucket list - 6+1 with pulutan

There are times that you try hard not to think of the inevitable, but as soon as they come closer and closer, you can't help but dread the day it's about to come. Just like having your first menses, or report card day, or giving birth. Funny how you are given an ample amount of time to prep yourself for what is about to happen and yet, the anxiety is enough to make you reach for a brown paper bag and hyperventilate (I am overreacting about the first two incidents, but the childbirth thing is THAT scary).

Lately, no... make that years already... we've been exposed to the countless evidence that the end of the world is near. Add to that having a husband who thinks teasing you about it is a nice hobby. The earthquakes,  countless wars, other disasters, Justin Beiber, Rebecca Black, and other "signs" are now contributing to my sleepless nights, err, days (as I work at nights), and have made me reflect on whether or not I am good enough to be saved from the end of the world. I will save you from the agony of judging myself before I get judged (as my own belief on the concept of religion is something I will consider sacred and not to blabber about... will keep you guessing :P), but right now, what I would like to ponder on what would be the things I have yet to do before that time comes- if it ever comes.

• go to Europe - at least experience La Joie de Vivre. Eat some authentic Italian Spaghetti that you have to pay Euros for while gurgling on rotten and aged grapes.
• See Skye graduate - nuff said. Every momma's dream.
• build our own castle - it is just about to become a reality, but I want to explore and enjoy every nook and cranny of it. I have yet to see my hubby's design for his most important client - me!
• go skydiving (optional)
• write a book
• finish my Master's degree
• honeymoon part 3 in Nepal
• sponsor another child's education
• lose 15 lbs
• record songs with my talented hubby
• see an authentic tribal wedding
• learn how to belly dance (this is actually not for me. It is for my hubby's delight - to see me in those harem pants while gyrating to Shakira's songs. Goes hand in hand with losing the 15 lbs, but I digress)
• cruise the Caribbean seas
• see the Northern Lights
• meet Sarah McLachlan/Regina Spektor
• buy my hubby a Hummer
• see my son get married
• let my hair grow up to my butt
• give my hubby the bestest gift in the world - a baby 
• to die beside my loved ones

 Some of these might be a long shot, but who knows? I still have a lot of these on my mind, and I am seriously contemplating on resigning from work just so I could at least start on that book.  Don't get me wrong... I am seriously contented and I do am happy with the way life is going now for me though. Still, when the thoughts get too scary, it helps that you look forward to the things that will make you say you have enjoyed life to its fullest.

(darn... should've entitled this one "What Happens When You Watch Too Much News")

Skye's 8th

For his 8th birthday, Basti and I decided that it was time to stop giving Skye kiddie parties and gave him his first P1000.00 in cold cash to give him a head start on the real world.

He nearly spent them all on Sea Monkeys.

What the hell are Sea Monkeys?


Happy 8th Birthday Skye Noodles!




Don't grow up too fast.

Nth phone lost

It was a perfect day with my boys, until...

I lost the phone he gave me (which was a replacement to another phone that got lost in transit).



It's a sign to shift to a post paid plan.

Will let you know once I get my new digits.

(and yeah, yeah, I know... some of you are raring to text me... especially this leave week.)

the voice behind the cuppy song (strawberry shortcake song)

amy j.


it was like discovering who killed JFK for me!