... STUFF EX-BOYFRIENDS DO NOT RETURN TO YOU

September 11, 2010

Come on, ladies, let’s commit to this one. Raise your hand if you think the one you’re with is THE one. Uh-huh. Yup, we’re suckers like that.

So anyway. When we think we’re with Mr. Right, and it’s normally with current bf, we usually exchange things. DVDs, CDs, magazines, etc. Since we ‘trust’ the person, we don’t feel it necessary to retrieve said items after they use it. Because we’re together anyway. And we will be together together soon, too.

I am saying this because I have lost a lot of stuff to ex-boyfriends. Gym bag, CDs, magazines, pellet gun. Oh, boyfriend, didn’t you get the memo about returning stuff when you’re broken up? Weren’t we in an understanding that those were on loan?

I returned the stuff you gave even if they were, in fact, GIVEN. Why not return the things you BORROWED?

(photo from the movie The Break-Up)

. . . A PERSONALITY QUIZ SHE TOOK

September 8, 2010

After talking to an old friend from years back, I started thinking about the old me when we first met. I think I was fun-ner version of myself.

Single Sunshine didn't care much about the future. She lived in the now. (Or the then for that matter.)

Nowadays, I feel Mommy Sunshine has taken over my whole personality. I feel that I am miles away from the fun person that I used to be. And so, I googled a personality quiz. To my surprise, I was right. For starters, it says I'm an "introvert!" I was never an introvert! Never! Read on....

Personality test results

Ta-dah, your personality type is ISTJ!

Introverted (I) 79% Extraverted (E) 21%
Sensing (S) 91% Intuitive (N) 9%
Thinking (T) 85% Feeling (F) 15%
Judging (J) 91% Perceiving (P) 9%

Reference: http://kisa.ca/personality/

I learned more about the ISTJ Personality through Wikipedia.

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ISTJ)

ISTJs thrive on organization. They keep their lives and environments well-regulated. They bring painstaking attention to detail in their work and will not rest until a job is well completed.[12] They are often dissatisfied with unresolved issues, whether in life or in fiction.

ISTJs are faithful, logical, organized, sensible, and earnest traditionalists. They earn success by thoroughness and dependability. Shutting out distractions, they take a practical, logical approach to their endeavors. Realistic and responsible, they work steadily toward their goals. They enjoy creating order in both their professional and personal lives.

Despite their focus on their internal world, ISTJs prefer dealing with the present and the factual. Keen observers of life, they weigh various options when making decisions. ISTJs are well-prepared for most eventualities and have a good understanding of most situations. They believe in practical objectives, and they value traditions and loyalty.

To sum it all up, my kids are right -- I AM BORING.

. . .LOVING HER BODY -- FLAWS & ALL!

September 8, 2010

Since I almost always run out of things to blog about, I will start getting my inspiration from the Cosmo magazines I have been buying since college freshman year.

Cosmo topic 1: Do you like your body – flaws and all?

First and foremost, I have scoliosis. Let's say, my body is a little 'bad to the bone.'

S0 if it’s a question of like, I don’t. But I have accepted it. I don’t think I look utterly gruesome but I don’t feel like a million bucks either.

Flabby limbs. My primary concern. Ever since I can remember, I’ve already had FAT arms and legs. Blame my genes?

I have better upper abs though. Even after having two children, I don’t have too much shake. My lower abs, however, is another story. All those I don’t have for the upper abs, I have in my lower abs, child-wise – loose skin, paunch and stretch marks!

I know I can’t use the kids as an excuse because hot mommas flirt on TV everyday – Heidi Klum is the uber momma for me. That’s why I do my best to sweat 5x a week!

How I used to hate exercising! But I learned to love it and even got addicted to it a year before I got pregnant. When I relocated, no more available resources (read: gym equipment) for me, so I started slacking off. I was just doing yoga whenever I feel like.

Nowadays, I have gotten into a certain rhythm and I do an hour of yoga mixed with stability ball exercises, Arabic belly dancing, jumping rope, weight training and two sets of 100 sit-ups (to the tune of World Cup 2010’s Waka-Waka, English and Cuban version).

I have to push myself to work hard on my work-out because I do not eat vegetables. Suffice it to say, I cannot be a healthy eater either.

Like I always say, it’s really difficult to drag yourself up and onto the mat or lift the dumb bells. But, the feeling afterward is soooo delicious that it makes all the grunts and groans worthwhile.

So do I like my body? Nope, but I’ve learned to love it because it’s the only one I got.

. . . HER LOVING DAUGHTER, NYX

September 7, 2010

Last night, I discovered something about my daughter. Although she lives with me and we are together day-in, day-out, I think she’s a better person than I am.
I got mad at Draco, 3 years old, for climbing up my DVD shelf and pulling out the cartoon DVDs making the rest of my collection topple down. He was crying for a long while already and his voice was becoming hoarse.

I was telling Nyx, 4 years old, that what her brother did was bad. I am mad at him because I want him to know that what he did was a mistake. Draco, in the meantime, does not stop crying. Nyx said she couldn’t sleep because Draco was making too much noise. I told her he was gonna lose his voice in a little while because he won’t stop crying. At this, Nyx was alarmed and climbed over me to reach her brother.

She said, Draco stop crying already. You’re gonna lose your voice. Drake, that’s enough. She then gets a layette to wipe her brother’s tears and turns to me to plead for her brother.

Mom, Draco is sorry already. I heard him say. (Even though Draco was not saying anything.) Mom, please, he said sorry already.

So, because of this, I okayed Draco. I told them, all’s good already as long as Draco promises not to do it again.

After a few minutes, Draco was being rowdy in bed and we could not sleep. I scolded him again and told him to move away from Nyx and myself. And once again, he started bawling. A little bit quietly this time because he was already losing his voice from all the crying.

Nyx, again, tried to climb over me to comfort her brother. I stopped her. I told her not to go to Draco and that if she does go to him, she might as well stay there with him on the far side of the bed.

At this point, she, too, started sobbing. She tried to control her tears but couldn’t. She told me in between sobs, Mommy, take care of Draco. I could not understand because she was crying. Again, she said, Mommy, please. Please take care of Draco.

I hugged her and told her she was a really good sister because she showed compassion and was very loving towards her brother. She told me Draco was OUR baby. We should take care of him and not let him lose his voice crying. And she turned to Draco and said, Draco please say sorry and don’t do it again so Mom won’t be mad.

I’m saying my daughter is a better person than I am because she was quick to show compassion and love whereas I can be a little bit cold-hearted. I am just glad that she is becoming her own person. And I am so proud of her.