... THE TIGER WOODS SCANDAL

The Tiger Woods issue is something I am utterly familiar with.

Men and infidelity. Sometimes, I sadly think that they are inseparable.

Why do most men get married and then look for other women to sleep with? Why don’t they just marry the woman they want to sleep with? Because wifey was once that. The woman they wanted to sleep with over and over again. But then marriage and responsibility kicks in, the other carefree woman is the more fun now. While wifey slaves away whether at home or at work, she is finding it hard to squeeze in ‘me’ time. So it’s all the kids and the hubby. But lo and behold hubby. He, too, is busy looking for someone else who has all the ‘me’ time in the world to look pretty so he can f*ck her brains out.

Take Tiger Woods for instance. One of the best if not the best athlete in the world. Has everything – multi-billion dollar income, fabulous career, slew of endorsements, hot model wife, beautiful kids, nice house, housekeepers! Now, what the hell is wrong with his noggin’? And the women he slept with, so not par (no pun intended). What is it with infidelity and men?

Is that really the case now or am I just disillusioned? I’ve always rather play than be the plaything. I always, always knew I was not the marrying type but I thought things could change. I thought this time he’d be different. Oh well. I have a lifetime to see.

December 9, 2009

WHEN DO YOU TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT SANTA?

I haven’t really thought much about Santa until I got a letter from my daughter’s pre-school about their Christmas party on the 18th. Parents are being asked to contribute a certain amount and a present that the teachers would be distributing to our children. Except that they won’t say the presents are from the parents. Instead they will tell them the present came from Santa.

Okay. So I am not a big fan of Christmas. I love Halloween more than I do Christmas. I am not sure why but I feel Christmas is just overkill. However, when I had kids, I began to dislike Christmas a little less. However, the idea of tricking the kids into thinking there is a Santa Claus doesn’t really sit well by me.
I am almost ready to tell them that Santa is as real as Tinkerbell and Dora the Explorer. Instead I am joining them in tricking Nyx into believing there is a Santa Claus. Hello? She is not Virginia.

At Toy Kingdom, while choosing among Baby Alive accessories, Polly Pocket, Play Doh and Rapunzel Barbie, I was tempted to buy what I think Nyx would like the best. And then I realized that this gift would be coming from “Santa.” I’d be damned if Santa gave a better gift than Mommy! Mom’s Christmas must, must, must trump Santa’s. So Santa’s pretty assistant (meaning Moi), picked the cheapest among the list so Mom gets to put her name in the gift card of the best present this Yuletide season.

MC from Santa, Nyxy!

I AM THANKFUL FOR. . .

I am happy because I have recently purchased this MSI Wind Netbook, primarily for blogging purposes. I’ve wanted to return to writing and now finally, my wish has come true. I now have a laptop and I can start tapping on my creative juices again.
So the first thing I wanna write about is being thankful.

I am thankful for my family. For my two little kids, who give me absolute joy even in my lowest of lows. They really know how to make me laugh – be it intentional or unintentional. The way Draco comes to me when he has a mosquito bite and asks me to put “caldarel’. Or when they both run to me when I’m on my way out the house to kiss and hug me – always makes me feel important. Like they would miss me so even if I’d just be in the office and that I’d just be a phone call away and that we do this everyday. I love that we do the kiss and hug routine everyday because this way, I am sure they love me.

I am thankful for my crappy job because people are losing their crappy jobs. I am thankful for still having the time to bond with my cousins because it means I have family. I am thankful that even though my marriage is full of problems, Papoy and I still try to work things out because we both don’t wanna be trampled by adversities. We both know we’re better than that.

I am thankful that Nyx is still in the honor roll as she was during the previous grading period. I am guilty that most of the time I neglect checking her homework and that sometimes when she asks questions, I get a little irritated especially when I’m tired. But still, she’s in the honor roll. I am very proud.

12.07.2009

... THE MOVIE, MY SISTER'S KEEPER

I have a ton of DVDs that I haven't brought myself to watch yet. But when I got hold of this one, I just had to watch it right away. (Along with Jennifer's Body) . Cameron Diaz as a mom is a revelation on this one.

Anyway, the touching story is about a little girl who was born to give up herself little by little, organ by organ, to her cancer-stricken older sister. She becomes her sister's keeper when her mother seems to have forgotten her in the fight against her sister's cancer. I heard a lot of people saying that they cried buckets watching this film -- including her highness, Miss Oprah. But, well, I didn't. Tolerance for pain, I guess. It was a painful movie to watch. Not because it was ugly but because there were so many parts that gnaw at your heart. Moreso, if you have cancer of if you have a loved one who has cancer.

On a positive note, it teaches the audience how life shouldn't be stuck in the moment like that U2 song. Especially if the moment is a sad one. It's a nice lazy-Sunday-afternoon watch.

December 3, 2009