I've been looking at celebrity blogs lately - tv, radio..foreign and local and it's interesting. How I can relate to some of their thoughts, how I envy the house or the gadgets they have but mostly it's to really understand that they live normal, boring lives at times too. and that we're all humans with rants and what nots.
There's a new lesson I'm trying hard to know. It's about parental discipline. There are some things that you can't control like a gift of a gameboy, something which he certainly wanted to have since he learned how to play one. But if I have it my way, I still won't buy him an expensive toy like that. So now it's how to draw the line between playing computer games the whole day and playing in the park. Balance is the key...and he's just four.
I seriously need nature - the beach, trees, outdoors. It's something that my soul craves. And I'm gonna get it..
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Going, Going, Gone
This month 3 people who are close to me are going away to 3 continents. Angel, my sister in law goes to Ireland tonight. On the 27th, it will be Ate Lydia to California and Jenny to Qatar. And it makes me feel happy and kind of sad. Happy since they will earn money and be with their loved ones. Sad because they will leave us behind. And less people to text about my rotten days or great kilig times.
Sometimes I want to be the one leaving than the one left behind. It's the feeling of abandonment and seeing the remnants of that empty space where she used to occupy. My first real heartbreak was when my sister went to the States when I was 12. She was my bestfriend (and still is), my idol, my crutch. I was inconsolable for weeks.
Up to now, I couldn't handle it when she and her family departs back to the U.S. I don't go to the airport with them. And even at this age, I still cry. I'm bad with goodbyes. Worst at it.
Daddy will also leave for the U.S. this latter part of the year. That would be tough. Gotta brace myself for that.
Sometimes I want to be the one leaving than the one left behind. It's the feeling of abandonment and seeing the remnants of that empty space where she used to occupy. My first real heartbreak was when my sister went to the States when I was 12. She was my bestfriend (and still is), my idol, my crutch. I was inconsolable for weeks.
Up to now, I couldn't handle it when she and her family departs back to the U.S. I don't go to the airport with them. And even at this age, I still cry. I'm bad with goodbyes. Worst at it.
Daddy will also leave for the U.S. this latter part of the year. That would be tough. Gotta brace myself for that.
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