In my Day So Far

Earlier, I was about to write about how my great day gone bad. It was so bad earlier that I was emotional stressed out and I experienced pain in the chest.

I couldn’t help it.

I was praying that people earlier would just leave me alone.

I was hissing and growling. (Hisssss) (Ggrrrr)

I tried my best not to talk to anybody. I was out of control! I was biting everyone (in my past life I was a dog and then a cat).

And then I took a deep breath.  Tried to smile. I have to stop this destructive attitude.

Its only 11 hours. There’s 13 more hours to go till the day is over. I simply couldn’t let my whole day run like this.

Thank God it turned around. If not yet completely at least there’s now a big change from this morning.

God is really good.

Moving along

Our tenants moved out yesterday, Yehey! I actually am sad to have them go. Honest! I could hear somebody shouting “Ang plastic mo!” (You’re so superficial!) No really. They have been there for five years now I think. Its quite a long time. I have not been close to them. I was always away and I had this problem before of people getting close to me. I hate to say goodbyes, you see.

 Anyway, after they left, D  and I thought that we could do some painting jobs soonest so we could move in at last. We’ve been dreaming of it for more than a month now. But when we take a look at the place, we were like in a twilight zone and faced a couple’s nightmare.

 Aargghh!

The ceiling is broken, the roof downspout/gutter is broken as well, the bedroom floor needs to be replaced (only half of it, thank God), the bathroom has signs of termites, the place need painting and the kitchen sink is yucky! And the place is filthy.

We’re speechless. We couldn’t sleep last night. We’re dismayed.

But still, I thank the Lord for the blessing. We have our own place now. And now our creativity shall be put into the test.

Now off to work . . .

The Case of the Missing Comments

I have read, sometime ago, that some of the Akismet users said that its irritating as some of their “valid” commenters are labeled as spam. I just ignored. I am more terrified of spams.

When I opened my panel this afternoon, I got curious on the 53 spams it caught. I’m glad I got curious and I saw the comments of my only few visitors. Que Horror! To make up for it, I am posting them right now.

Sorry for the inconvinience Rheiboy, Sexy Mom and Bratyfly. For anybody else that commented but couldn’t see it on my posts,  I hate finger pointing but this time its not my fault.  Bad akismet!

And oh! I won! Yahoooo!!! I won queerchef’s quiz on her first year anniversary. And to my suprise, I won! Yippeee! It’s very rare that I win anything.  Thanks again, Chase.

Success

I am at lost. I came across a wonderful book by Bro. Bo Sanchez called Simplify and Create Abundance. My “discovery” of the book is what I call a product of the law of attraction. And I am so amazed that the man understood the principle and very much different from the “church” people that I grew up with (Yeah, I was one of those taught that rich people won’t be able to enter heaven).

But on the first chapter , there’s this “Action Plan” for it.

He was asking “Think. How do you define success?”.

. . . . .

I am speechless . . .

The world stopped turning.  I could hear the world turn silent.

. . . . .

And it struck me,  I had no idea.

He was also asking  “What are the things that should happen to you for you to say that you are a success?”. . . .

 Hmmm . . . . .

This is harder than I thought.

When I was growing up (I’m still growing by the way) the definition I see of that success is pure material. I got the impression that if you have climbed the corporate ladder, you are one of those VP department, have a wonderful house, great income  then you are successful. But my experience in my so-far life, this is not so.

The Freedictionary.com defines success as

NOUN:

1. The achievement of something desired, planned, or attempted: attributed their success in business to hard work.

2.  a. The gaining of fame or prosperity: an artist spoiled by success.
     b. The extent of such gain.

The achievement of something desired . . .

I feel stupid. I just realized that success is so easy to achieve but it is relative to one’s goal. The time frame of realization of success depends on the level of goal you put up. Now to define success for myself, I have to ask my self “what are my goals?” 

Hhhmm . . . .

It’s a bit hard for me. I used to plan for the future. But due to an experience, almost all of my goals turned caput! in an instant. That was when my mom died. I won’t go into details anymore as we are talking about success her and not grief.

Ok. Let me ask again the Bo’s question, “What are the things that should happen to you for you to say that you are a success?”

• I want to earn thrice as much as I am earning now ( its ok for a single person but a bit tight for a married one who wants to have kids ).
• I want our very own business. What kind? That is another question that I need yet to analyze. We already have one though and we’re learning alot from it.
• My husband and I have our very own place, a dream house or home. Its not necessarily be a mansion but we prefer to have a large backyard.
• In the very distant future, I want to be able to raise our kids more than my parents did. I will do my best to be the best I can be. I will learn from various people on how to be a good parent.
• I want an easy access transportation for us. I want a car. What kind? I dream of a Kia Picanto but a pickup is practical as well as a Toyota revo type. Why not the three of them?
• I want to be able to blog everyday. My blog for me is my journal. I tried journaling in the old way (a notebook and a pen) but I found doing so, so time consuming.
• I want to do one of my hobbies once a day like crocheting, knitting, etc. I want to enhance my skill further and the only way to do so is to make them as much as I can.  Come to think of it, I am doing it so already. Writing is one of my hobbies and I think I am improving way much better now.
• I want to kiss my husband ten times a day.
• I want to have our own retirement fund as well as an emergency fund.
• I want to free myself from debts!
• I want to follow the 70/20/10 principle.
• I want my blog to have 100 hits a day for starter.
• I want to be able to write better.

. . . .

I’m too serious, aren’t I? *heh*

Breaking Free

Breaking Free 

I always like the song by Queen, I want to Break Free. The music is great though I just realized that the song is about breaking free from a love that he thinks not good for him. Anyway, the thought of breaking free is always a happy thought for me. Somehow the things that I want to do went I “broke” free puts a smile on my face. Not that I am imprisoned or trapped or something like that. But sometimes, don’t you feel trapped on something you don’t want and you just want to break free? Right now, I am happy hearing the song over and over again.

I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
Youre so self satisfied I dont need you
Ive got to break free
God knows God knows I want to break free

Weekend Update 

Our weekend was one a weird one. On my previous posts, I wrote that we shall be moving soon to our (D and I)  house which is technically a small apartment on our (my parent’s house) place. The tenant promised to move at the end of the month. We are excited! We already thought of how we could ”update” the place…yada, yada, yada. We have already packed some of our things and have already transferred on my folk’s house.

However, last Sunday, we moved out one week early. My feelings was just blank, actually. The reason for our sudden moving out is a blurred one. Apparently, my husband just got fed up with the situation* and decided we should move out soonest possible. In less than seven hours, we have packed what we need to pack and called out the moving team.

We were able to sleep past 3:00 am the next day. My father, apparently, was in a very deep sleep and didn’t heard the noise we made. After the movers are gone, I looked at our stuff and we looked like refugees with lots of plastic bags of assorted things. I even saw some trash that we shouldn’t have brought like a broken T-square and lots and lots of litterally dust. *heh*

It was Monday. I took a leave of absence as there is really a lot things to do. It’s D’s first day in the research center and it’ll be a shame if he’ll be absent for the day. I tried to minimize the clutter and I have to go back to pick up our Dalmatian. And I have to deliver lunch to my dear husband ( I sound very wifey, don’t I?).

Last Monday was a tiring day and a fast one. Its also an emotional one as well. But I don’t mind. As long that I have D by my side, I am complete.

*The situation is a touchy one. Perhaps I could write about it someday.