Enough said.

I am annoyed.

There's no doubt about that. More than that though, I am also frustrated and very very sad.

Recent events have led me to believe that no matter how hard you try to do a good job, it'll never be as good as you want it to be, mainly because you can't please everyone. But then again, I think it's always been that way ever since time immemorial.

Oh well, the good guys always win anyway.. or they should in my book.

Thank god for reason.

I hate cramming.. I hate it so much that I exel in it (haha). No but really, it's a bad habit I've been trying to kick out for ages but it's something that I've never gotten around to do. Like today for instance, I had about a million things to do yesterday that I only got to finish today. I had so much stuff to do, but I was so tired so I put it off for "tomorrow" and thus today I am so done.

Adios!

It's early Monday morning and already I'm at work. I have an early shift today so that kind of ruled out late night Sunday TV for me.

I was browsing through the usual collection of women's magazines yesterday at my favorite parlor earlier and I came across an article about breaking up.. About a bad break up actually. If I had picked up that magazine say 2 years ago, I would have hard core empathized, and sworn off entirely all of men's atrocities. The present me though just laughed at it and marveled at how some women managed to revolve their lives around their men. It was so shallow and funny I couldn't stand it. I put the magazine down immediately and focused on something else.

Heartbreak is a very very real thing, and don't get me wrong, I do feel for all those nursing wounded hearts, be it male or female. I myself am no stranger to heartbreak, I'd like to believe though that I've become jaded to it all. Not jaded enough not to feel mind you, but jaded enough to know when I'm bordering on pathetic and desperate.

Trust me, I've been there. I've done some of the stupidest things imaginable that I thought would get the guy back. (Talk about a really horrendous walk of shame man.) I've done things that I've sworn to myself that I would carry with me to the grave.

It all seems so funny now and so long ago. So passe... I cringe at my choices back then and my intolerance to deal with immaturity and regret. Time does heal all wounds and I revel in the experiences of my highly multicolored past that has made me the woman that I am now.

Besides, there are other more pressing matters to cry over such as (okay let's get technical and social here) poverty, corruption, and something I will fight hell and high water against, child abuse. (This does seem weird and so not me and I expect my friends will have to read this twice to verify whether or not this really is me).

I stand by all of this though. I'd like to think that my son will become proud of a mother who has strong principles, grounded morals, an irreplaceable set of values, and the courage to know just when it's prudent to stop being selfish.

I am a single mother BY CHOICE and I am hella proud of it. I'm woman enough to know what I want, what kind of life I want to live, and I have enough balls to say that I can provide my son with the royal life that I am blessed with.

Life despite all it's trivialities, has indeed been great so far.

I had developed some kind of virus, flu or internal infection of some sort last Thursday. It could have been the long working hours in the frigid environment that I have become so used to, or it could have been my instant dieting. Whatever it was, I got sick. I had fever, a bad ass sore throat and a pretty nasty cold.

Naturally, my mom decided to kick me out of their room last night. See, my son and I sleep in my parents' room. Not only that, she had also banned me from coming in contact with him for fear of him catching whatever it is I had.

So simply put, I spent my entire Saturday in bed just catching up on lost sleep and rereading some of my books.

I honestly enjoy weekends at home. I love staying in the confines of my house, and just relishing in the comfort that it brings me. There's something about my house I guess. Even my friends say that. As far as I could remember, my house has been the place where my friends like to hang out. It's the preffered "chill out" location if you just want to hang out, chat and binge on homemade food and drinks. Sometimes we go swimming as well.

I totally love my house.

This picture was taken last year at the Mandarin Hotel. My parents had our entire house repainted and the smell of paint and thinner was so thick in the air that we just had to relocate for a week. So my family and I checked in at Intercon for a day, and then at the Mandarin Hotel for a week to allow the smell to go away.

Luckily they had a wading pool separate from the normal pool. This was Gavin's first time in a pool and he loved it! I got him that yellow floater so he could move around by himself.

He's loved the water ever since before and so now I have to drag him kicking and screaming when I want him to get out of even the tub.

I really adore this little boy. Each day I get down on my knees and thank God for giving me the best gift in my life. I only pray that I'm able to give him everything I was given by my parents, and even more. Some people say that I spoil him, that I give him too much for a baby, and that he won't understand it anyway. I beg to disagree. My son's not the type who screams and cries when he doesn't get what he wants. He's such a gentleman and I say that because whenever I say no, he still has a smile on his face. When I take away something he's not supposed to be playing with, he still hugs me after and says I love you. He's so great...

I miss him all the time I'm not with him.

It was Ina's birthday yesterday, and we had a little get together with my core group in Good Earth to meet and greet once the clock struck 12. Of course, the cinderella in me kicked in and I had to go way before the clock even started to strike.

This is a picture of my angels on earth, the goodies in my life (minus Ann because she's already in the US).

Don't ask me why this picture is cut. And trust me, it was cut for a very good reason (hehehe...)

I had been invisible for a while ever since I had gotten back from the US. I never used to hang out with these ladies as much as I did. I guess I was in hiding for the wrong reasons. I was trying to be superwoman, and you know what? I think I was her for a while. I did it for one whole year and i'm proud of it. Now that my "reprioritizing" phase is over, I'm back and out again. Not as much as I'd like mind you, but nonetheless visible once again.

Hanging out, and sipping cocktails with my friends are the events I enjoy immensely. I'm sure that every single lady out there will have once said this statement: "We've been through so much together.." It's no different for me. My core group has been together for almost 10 years.

Name it, we've been through it. And I know that come hell or high water, we'll still be able to get through it.

Our friendship has evolved into something deeper. Support will always be a given. It comes to a point where we're not even saying anything and we already know what the other is thinking.

I sure am lucky to have such wonderful goodies.