Inconsistent Effort

Firstly, I blog. I don't show off po. Thank you po! :)
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Some days I'm on the go and other times I don't give a hoot. Like any other people who seek a good body shape, I'm struggling...

I am not wishing for a perfect body shape. Neither do I dream of gaining the physique of a Victoria Secret Angel. A flat abdomen is all I want. I don't need abs. I don't need to be ripped. I just want to be healthy and fit and at the same time, sit without getting fat rolls. For this reason, I exercise at home. I bought some fitness equipment. I used to go to the gym, but when I started to hold down a job, I lacked the time to hit the place. If I have the strength and wee hours, I do the session. Anyway, I ain't giving advice here. This lady with big hips is not in the right shoe to do that. Like what I always do, I share my experience.

It was hard at first and is getting even harder day by day because I was advised not to settle for the same routine. I need to make those exercises intense gradually and progressively. For instance, I began doing the planks and squats 3 days ago. Presently, my legs hurt big time! It ain't easy.

There were few things that I had to sacrifice, like my fave food binge. I stopped consuming white rice, especially during lunch and dinner. I take brown rice every breakfast to boost energy. Getting rid of chocolates and ice cream is the hardest part for a person with a sweet-tooth like me. Before, dessert had to be served after meal. Now, I try to munch only 4 chocolate bars in a month and soy milk is my second course. By the way, I am now trying to eat veggies which usually make me throw up. Kudos to me!

Neither do I want to be skinny nor voluptuous. I like to be buxom but with a flat tummy. Currently, my biggest hitches are my love handles and lower abdomen. Unfortunately, I ain't giving my 100%. There are days that I am totally free but my bed seems softly pulling me back. This is probably the reason why I just got thin and muscles toned up only a bit. Sometimes, I browse my old photos and/or join blogs/articles online to be motivated.

I know, I will accomplish this goal. I just need extra effort and self-discipline. I'll keep my fingers crossed until December 2013.

(Sorry, not in workout clothes. This is the best thing about exercising at home, you can wear any kind of clothing. This picture doesn't show my hips because they are kinda annoying. I swear.)

Check on my previous blog and see "before" picture: Can I have you back?

Kuya Timmy Tummy

 

His almond-shaped eyes are always joyful. He loves his curly hair as much as he loves the roller-coaster-loop of life. Everyone gets tamed once he flexes the muscles of his flubby cheeks.

He is into photography and the talent is really amazing. I don't consider his works as a "simple art", but I see them as "life", unable to move for the time freezes. All images seem to be vérité. His hands are magical. He can capture your visage at its best.

Yes, he is not like other boys who are tall and hunky but he can do everything they can, except for one thing - hurt a woman's heart. He will never ever do this. He has a big respect for every girl he meets. Like me... He treats me like a princess in a red kirtle.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUYA TIMMY TUMMY! WE LOVE YOU!

Threshold of Chance

My door has been opened for a long time, waiting for a changed man to step in. Some gentlemen knocked. They wanted to cross the threshold of chances but no one received a nod

Autumn came. Clovers withered. No one has seen your shadow.

Winter is here. Cold wind continuously entering my room. The cold nippiness freezes my flesh and bones but does not benumb my beating heart. Your warm caress is what I need, not this dark trench coat draped around me.

But my dearest, I can no longer stay inside. I should be the one to cross the threshold and go. New season will come soon. Sun will shine. Clovers will blossom. People will waltz around. And I want to be joyous. I have to... I deserve to have my life back.

Farewell, my dear.

Thanksgiving 2012

I work as an admission officer who interacts with different universities in United States of America. This gives me ideas of the events/occasions/holidays being celebrated in the country and one of them is "Thanksgiving". Since I deal with American folks, I want to go with this hip and hype and of course, this is a great chance to thank people who are/were part of this year. Here are some of them...

I am thankful for my family; my parents, 2 sisters, and 2 nephews. Ever since I was welcomed to this world, never did I feel I am alone. Unconditional love is always what I receive from them. They are my number 1 henchmen.

I am thankful for my relatives, especially Uncle June. They are the ones who substitute my parents every time I stay in the Philippines. They stand like my moms, dads, and siblings whenever I miss being home. They contributed to my success in attaining my diploma.

I am thankful for my friends, especially my Super Friends. We have shared several teenage experiences. I was able to learn the real meaning of friendship because of them. No pretension, no jealousy, no competition, there is misunderstanding, but sisterly love lingers.

I am thankful for Daryl. It was an awesome, romantic, painful, and fun ride with him. There were lots of butterflies and lessons. We are now walking in opposite directions, yet memories cling to life.

I am thankful for my TFC family. I felt that I have this second home where I could run to each time this environment throws severe stress at me.

I am thankful for my IGEC and workmates. In just 6 short months, I gained a lot of learning and am still growing. Our office is not just a working arena for me, but it is a school where there are educators and chums.

I am thankful for the opportunities, like the pageants and shows I joined. These are not something I could brag about, but something that could remind me of my hard work and people who stood up beside me.

And of course, I would not have a reason to be thankful if not because of our greatest God. He is the one whom I could think of every time I inhale the air of life. THANK YOU!

Thank you for reading! Have a blessed day, like I always have.

Mistletoe Guy

My feet had a race with each other in no direction. I just wanted to escape from it. I was running while carrying a pricked heart. I ran as fast as I could until... I noticed a man standing under a mistletoe. I stopped in front of him. His tantalizing eyes and lips were familiar. It was him! I toppled my body towards him. He opened his warm arms to catch me. I hugged him tightly. My ears could hear his vehement heartbeat. I suddenly felt a single tear streaming down my cheek. A single tear caused by a million pain that struck my bosom. He caressed my hair with his right hand and softly whispered...

"Kung gaano ka kadaling mahalin, ganun naman kahirap mahalin ng taong mahal mo".

Handsome, tall, fragrant, cool, name it... This mistletoe guy has it! He would definitely get the crowd's eyes once he enters the room. Thus, you cannot blame girls for looking up to him. But behind the fanciable face, he is still considered a typical guy. A guy who hops to the bar to hit the booze and goes home drunk. He sometimes feels lazy doing either assignments or chores. He fights with other men and curses. But he has this certain personality that makes him out of the ordinary. A personality that every girl's parents would approve of. He respects women... A LOT!

(Question: Which of these 2 pictures will you give thumbs up to?)

Show these two pictures, this mistletoe guy sure would grab the first one.

That is what makes him different from the rest. He is not like any other men that when a Facebook profile picture is all about the "cleavage", they either automatically click the "like" button or add her on the friends list. Mistletoe guy does not take everything at physical value. He would rather give his 2 thumbs up to a girl who wears no make up, just shirt and jeans. He always holds chivalry in his hands. He shows it to every lady he meets. If you accidentally drop your thing, he helps you. I witnessed him assisting a girl, whom he doesn't know, as she stepped out of the public vehicle. I saw him carrying our professor's bag. He opens the door for me. He asks me to wear his jacket. Wait... If you think, he does these to flirt with women... lemme give you noogie. He can get the most voluptuous and prettiest girl in town yet he chooses not to. Reason? He respects his mom and sister. You can judge a man's personality through how he treats his own flesh and blood.  Also, he loves her girlfriend to bits.

Mistletoe guy and I became friends for a few months only. But those months were very exceptional. Every moment I spent with him seems to be files saved on external hard drive that I always check on over and over and never wanted to be deleted. He cracks jokes but his thoughts and ideas on things in general are very layered and deep. Hence, all words I heard from his lips hang in the air. I wish every guy had this character as him. If this happens, every girl would cry, not because of pain... but because of felicity...

O my mistletoe man, where art thou? I miss thee...

What’s stopping us?

Secretly gazing until eyes meet halfway,

“Speak”, two hearts whisper,

But lips are stiff that couldn't say the word “Hi”,

Heads bow down, nothing to do but sigh,

What’s stopping us?

The crescent moon dazzles,

The stars irradiate our faces,

We want to dance underneath the beautiful sky,

But we think it’s better not to ply,

What’s stopping us?

You leave a note on my crimson bed every night,

Telling me you always wish you had the might,

If women could just take the lead freely,

Then I would love to sing you a song dearly,

What’s stopping us?

If Romeo and Juliet ended up together,

Though haplessness of the world is in their shoulder,

Why don’t we embrace this lovely moment,

While there are no walls on the pavement?

What’s stopping us?

One night,  breeze takes us to the shore,

But sound of the wave fades as our hearts pulsate more,

We have waited for this twinkling,

Oh please, let us get rid of escaping,

What’s stopping us?

You hold my hand as you step closer,

I feel your breath getting warmer,

Eye to eye, heart to heart,

Oh why those hearts are wounded?

What’s stopping us?

Wounds from yesteryear,

Yes, they still exist,

Hearts are still unwrapped,

Uncertainty is answered,

This is stopping us.

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P.S. I may not be a good poem maker, but please read between the lines. This ain't about my former beau. Alrightie?! Thank you for reading! :)

Officially Moving On

"Moving on" - is just a simple phrase in English subject but considered a tough process by those who love. It consists of two words but a person has to say it a hundred times before he finally does. A person can easily say these words but gotta spill a bucket of tears before he can perform it. And I speak about relationship here. Certain I am that each of us has experienced this because everyone has a heart that loved and eventually got hurt.

Basically, "moving on" starts to strike your mind when there is a lot of pain and I mean too much pain. You do not do this for no reason or just want to do so. You do it because you have to. You struggle then find ALL WAYS on how to succeed. I will not cry for attention here. I just want to share crazy stuff I've been through during this process.

A 5-year-old romance is definitely not plain sailing that I could just leave and forget. He and I shared many memories and dreams together but caused each other so much pain at the same time. We tried to save the relationship because love existed. However, it came to a point where we could no longer meet halfway. So, I decided to go in a different direction. I did... but there was a part of me hoping we get back together. It took me quite a few months to cut out the string. I controlled myself from calling him, answering his calls. sending him messages, replying to his, and stalking him on Facebook. Long chitchats with him used to be part of my daily routine, thus, it was really hard at first. It was hurting me big time that I found myself crying in front of my colleagues (including our supervisor) inside the office thrice. And one day, I was weeping in front of my parents while summarizing our story. Even a song would have the power to move me to tears. Embarrassing it is, but is part of this process to be dealt with. Yes, it hurts to let go of a person you've been wanting to be forever with. But I have no choice. I have to...

It's been almost 3 months since I last talked to him. I kid you not, I feel fulfilled. Ditching a person whom you love is very challenging and painful without question. I know more heartaches will come one of these days. That is why I am still keeping my fingers crossed and praying for more strength. Hopefully, people who unconsciously cheer me up will always be 2 steps behind me. And they are...