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Hello Open Salon!

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 10:03:01 -0400

Omg how I missed you like an old lover!

Anyway, since I haven't posted for sooo long, get ready for this will certainly make up for it. WARNING: lenghty rant up ahead.

You know how you get that nagging feeling that somethin' just ain't right? I hate myself for it cause I dread that feeling cause I, well, most of the time, am right. It's like I am psychic!

Around 2 years ago, bf was with this school and he was an english teacher for foreigners, mostly koreans. And in this school he met someone who was certainly skinnier than me, pretty (at some angles) and funny. And this girl posted pictures of them two in facebook. Take note of the words: them two. One of my worst traits is snooping around bf's facebook account and phone. I know, I know, I have issues of my own but that ain' the point here. The point is the two were texting each other and the girl was posting pictures!

At this point, I started to become the girlfriend-zilla. Oh the fights we had then. I was jealous I admitted that but for some reason that just made him more hella mad at me. And that made me more hella mad at him too for being hella mad at me. I wasn't saying he was unfaithful, all I wanted was for him to not be friends with that girl anymore. What he's saying is that would be impossible cause they're on the same faculty and the same team. Pfft.

You know how in an office setting people tend to invite each other for drinks after work?

Well, to be fair, he didn't go out with them unless their boss was the one who invited them out but still, they went out sometimes. With a group. That didn't assure me a good night's sleep at all. I was always checking my phone when they were out. I went cra-zaaay!

Two years went by and the school shut down. They went their separate says but the greatest invention of the 21st century was still there- facebook.

You know how like there are a gazillion articles out there linking facebook with divorce? How cliche right?

So today, after months of not checking bf's account, I had this sudden urge to check it. And there it was.

March 4, 2013. The girl sent a message. Asking if he would like to meet up sometime with the old "buddies" for a sort of reunion. BF has no reply until now.

But I still have that awful feeling. :(

Urgh.

What's Up?

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 09:09:55 -0400

It has been... what? Roughly 2 years since I last updated? What has happened since then? I guess a lot.

For starters, I am out of the old company I was in. Gone are the bitches. I am finally out of that... place. And I am happy with the new place. There's no perfect "job" but hey, the pay is good and the position level I am in now was what I have always wanted. I am on my 1st year with the new company. Is it still new if I am on my 1st year? Oh well...

Bf and me are on our 5th year now and finally decided to settle down next year. I guess 31 is a reasonable age to get married. Pretty much. I am excited but scared at the same time. I guess that's normal. I am not overly happy like other bride- to - be but yes, I am looking forward to it. I am just concerned with things like how are we gonna manage finances cause Bf is out of work right now. Aaaargh. Talk about timing.

Ok what elese? Ohh I finally got internet at home haha! How lame am I? I had to wait til I am 29 (ok, 30 next week) to get my own internet plan. How was I able to post blogs before you ask? Well, you could say my old employer paid for it haha! Too much procastrination at work? Oh good lord yes. But now I couldn't do that anymore with the new company. I work in a japanese firm now and we don't have cubicles so we can pretty much see everyone else. So that means I cannot hide whatever I am doing on my desktop. Those japanese, they think of everything.

My dogs are all grown up now. Pepper is 4, Polo is 2 years old.

That's Polo with one of his puppies. This was taken 2 years ago, the puppies I gave to people I know would give a loving home to them. Sorry for the picture quality.

And finally I am learning how to drive. At 29. Yes. Better late than never eh? I am still working on the clutch break cluth break thingy hopefully I'll be ever to drive next year haha!

Ok, enough of the lamenesses. Bai.

BYE, GRAMPS....

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 04:08:04 -0400

I have never really known my grandfather. He was there when I was born and all throughout. He wasn't my REAL grandfather. He's my REAL grandfather's brother, my mom's uncle, but he was a constant presence in our lives. During occassions such as birthdays, or whatver, you'd expect him to be there. Not really expect, but you'd just know he'll be there.

His name was Isaac. He was what you'd call the blacksheep of the family. My mom said that he wasted all his money on gambling when he was younger. He never prioritized his children's education so now all they know how to do is sew. The live in a restllement area where it's always dusty and the air has a certain "scent." The house where they live is just a small house with dirt floor and there were no wall partitions. The bedroom is also the kitchen.

I don't know if I liked him...But he always smiles at me when he sees me looking at him. And he always greets me when he's at our house. He was constantly at our house. He would ask for food, sit for a few minutes then leave. That's it. All he wants is food. Mom says that at their place they didn't have anything to eat, just rice porridge. His children doesn't seem to have any dreams at all. They seem contented with the dirt floor and the rice porridge.

A month ago he came to our house and complained of severe stomach pains. Mom asked if his children brought him to the doctor. He said no. He said they didn't have any money to afford a doctor. Mom rushed him to the hospital. The doctor advised biopsy. Last week the results came in. It was what we dreaded. Cancer.

Last Sunday, mom asked me to go to the church's office and ask for a mass. I didn't want to go. I was still sleepy. It was 8AM. Mom insisted. I said I'll do it tomorrow. She kinda got mad. I also got mad at her for disturbing my slumber. But I went anyway.

This morning, Grandpa Isaac finally found peace... At first I didn't really believe it. That he won't be coming over and ask for food. That he won't be coming over anymore and comment on my weight (he's weight conscious). At least, I thought, he won't feel the pain anymore...

Goodbye gramps...

Busybee

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 00:03:09 -0400

It has been a busy, busy week(s). To start off, the office has been one big hell hole. New projects keep coming. I know, I know, we must all be celebrating because in the midst of a global crisis, we're still able to get clients. So there, I have been busy recruiting i.e: sourcing, interviewing and endorsing applicants. Recruitment is not an easy task. A lot of people thought we're dilly-dallying and they're wondering how we always manage to stay gorgeous for 9 straight hours. Blame it on the genes I guess haha! Seriously though, recruitment is very much like sales. We have a quota and we need to deliver or else, as my previous manager said, heads will roll.

Okay, so at home is where I get to relax and unwind...Not! Pepper (the shih tzu) needs to bathe once a week, so me and him usually do it on the weekends. Being OC (Obssessive-Compulsive) parents, we spend around an hour or so to make sure she's all clean and her hair's all fluffy and nice. Summer's here, temperature is at 30 degrees celsius and we're out in the backyard trying to keep Pepper still while we're lathering shampoo. The blow drying part is not exactly my favorite task. When I do it, I sweat a bucketload. Whew. Just don't try imagining it. It is not a pretty picture.

So after doing the deed on the dog, I go and do household chores. So this takes, oh let's say, half a day. Bye Bye Saturday.

Sundays are more relaxing than Saturdays. I get to curl in my fave chair with the latest Ayn Rand I got from a second hand store. In the afternoon, he would come over and we'll go downtown and scan the latest finds in the market.

Time flies so fast when you're relaxed and comfortable isn't it? Sunday whizzed by so fast I didn't even hear the alarm on Monday morining.

Becoming A Father At 13

Fri, 6 Mar 2009 05:03:27 -0500

Meet Alfie Patten. The cute little baby is not his baby sister, it's his daughter. Alfie looks like he's 7 or 8 years old, but he's actually 13. He and his girlfriend Chantelle Steadman 15, were dating and according to them, they just had one night of unprotected sex. The baby, Maisie, came out 9 months later, a beautiful 7lbs girl.

Reports say that Alfie and Chantelle decided against abortion. " I will be good and take care of it" states the baby faced father. When I read the interviews, my initial reaction was shock and forlornness . He was giving such innocent answers like "I thought it would be good to have a baby" and "I didn't think about how we would afford it. I don't really get pocket money. My dad sometimes gives me £10."

How in the world would they raise this child? Funny thing is, Alfie's dad is going to give him a lecture about sex. Isn't that a bit too late? Do we need to blame the media? Those sexy, racy MTVs? Do we need to blame the rising stat on divorce? Do we need to blame the fundamental unit of society?

I don't have the answer to any of these. I may have my own theories but not real naswers.

Some people condemned the family of Alfie and Chantelle. Some praised them for their show of support. Some were cynics, especially Chantelle's family belong to the "lower class" (for lack of a better term) and Alfie's family belong to the "upper class". They smell golddiggers.

Nonetheless, what I believe is we need not to focus on the not so important issues. The family should focus on helping Alfie and Chantelle be the best parents for the baby and raise her to be a compassionate human being. Maybe the root cause of teenage pregnancies is we focus on the controversy. It's a vicious cycle. In the past, we dwelled on Jamie Lynne Spears' pregnancy but so few reached out to help Jamie Lynne raise her daughter to be a good and caring person at least. What would happen to Jamie Lynne's baby when she grows up? Some people would undoubtedly whisper behind her back. Do you think she'll be inspired to be a better person after she reads all those articles regarding her mom's pregnancy? Maybe. Maybe not.

Teenagers will continue to have sex, protected and unprotected. The number of teen pregnancy may rise in the future if we are more interested in the contoversy.