Enjoying The Routine (help me not to blaspheme)

Finally, I'm officially unemployed. I just ended my contract with my former employer. And yes! I enjoy my freedom. After three years of devoting my life to them rich kids and rich bosses, I finally freed myself from all the pressures I was feeling. For two years, it seems like I was put back in a virginal female organ and I was struggling to go out because of the muscles that were grinding me and I was longing to breathe the other kind of air rather than that of inside. So finally, I was reborn and freed myself from those contractions that painfully presses me. Now, after all those trying hard imagery you've read and now that I'm free, my life is becoming routinous.
My day starts by waking up at 9 in the morning on our sala floor, roam around the house, open my cellphone, and sit in front of the dining table making myself fatter and even fatter. Later, I would proceed to our bakery (taking a bath would come later), help sell those bread that I never got tired of eating and sit there the whole time until I would decide to take a bath. Then I would go back to our living room again and wait for somebody in the house to put on the TV or the computer (I would not touch them ahead of others or else I"ll be scolded) but no, I am not sitting inside the living room but on one of the chairs lining up in our porch where we position the TV through the door so that my sister who is in-charge of the bakeshop could also watch. It would stay there the whole day unless we put off the TV (usually after that afternoon GMA soap operas) and I will stay with the TV too, if not in front of the computer surfing the net. That would be all I'm doing the whole time the TV is on except maybe sometimes if there are customers buying and I'm the one left alone in the bakeshop. At the end of the day you would see me sitting in our wooden sofa still watching TV, with a dinner break until I will sleep while chatting on my phone.
Those enumerations happen to me everyday! And it started almost two months ago, except maybe for special occasions and when I visit the city and on Sundays where I get lazier but holier as well. But even with these routine I still enjoy it because as what I said I'm finally free and I would rather choose this situation than having experience to drag yourself in the morning, report to the place filled with people who gives you all the headaches and heartaches and go home feeling despair, disappointed and hurt though different things may happen everyday and different people would scrutinize your body and soul. Agree? So if you feel like your life is a routine, try to find ways to make it look good. Find reasons to say that you enjoy those repetitions in your daily life. You'll find glory in it. Promise. I am testifying. And I'm a clear witness of these things happening.

No, Am Not

Please forgive me if you're seeing a You Tube video which is directly related to Twilight here in my blog. No, I am not a fan of Twilight. I just love the song sooooooooooooooo much!!! I never in my life wanted Twilight. I have watched but never will I watch again. I adore vampires but not Meier's. I love Anne Rice's fierce, filthy wealthy, sensuous, attractive and gifted vampires.

Not those mediocre, pretentious vampires being read and watched by wannabe, they-thought-they-know-vampires-so-much fan of Edward and Bella.
Sorry...

The Wedding (Just A Glance)

Finally, my sister is married.
After weeks of preparations, she finally had it. It has been weeks (yes weeks! not months!) that we were busy planning the big event that will happen for the first time in the family. Actually what we really did by ourselves is the invitation. All the others were left to professionals. But at least we saved thousands from it. Right? And mind you that invitation we made was one of the nicest I saw. How come it would not, we're the ones who did it. And basing from the testimonies of the people who received it, it sure was a nice invite.

Another thing we did by ourselves for the wedding is of course to spend money. Surely, having no money to spend means no wedding to attend and celebrate. But in order to save my sister and husband-to-be from the spending part, we needed to find all available cheap stores and shops who could help us follow the tight budget. And yes, we found it. Ara sa Passi ho, damo to. Daw sa siyudad man lang sang Iloilo a! Barato pa!
And yes, of course, we needed also to find the place for the wedding. My sister chose not to put it in a church and in our town or else the wedding reception would look like a town fiesta. Haay!! It's difficult if your family's prominent. Haha! There goes my dreaming again. With a tight budget we rather chose a secret place where only the invited could attend (ala Juday-Ryan ba!). And we chose Casa Fiammetta at Barotac Nuevo. It is a ranch slash resthouse owned by Nonel Gemora, no not Jamora (if you know Audie Gemora, Nonel is his youngest brother.) It was quite a nice place and when you're there you would feel like you've been to some American farm with a ranch but with a Spanish owner. Plus, since the place is far from the town proper, it's peaceful and cool.
Going back to the wedding, well, it started with a strong wind blowing toppling all the flowers along the aisle. So the people at the Casa kept on going back and fixing the stand ,up to the point that they were already carrying big stones to keep the stand standing. We feared that it would rain so hard because my cousin kept on texting that there was a heavyrain at the city. But thank GOD, it never did.
The wedding started at 5:00 pm, meaning my sister wanted the sunset scene. And, of course, since it's done at dusk, we decided to choose tangerine, purple and fuschia as colors. If you've seen the dresses and the invite, I bet you would also say: Perfect! like what Nonel said.
The wedding ended with no rain and everybody's stomach was full except that the lechon was spoiled and everyone enjoyed my song number. Haha!
And the rain poured...

Succumbing to Irony

It's been years that I have heard of people blogging. It became so common that almost anyone I know has their own blog. Well, well I thought it was like a Friendster frenzy again or any fad that eventually would surrender to normalcy and well, easily be forgotten in later years. I even said to myself: No, I'm not going to make one. It makes me look like a trying hard writer (though I'm not really a professional writer) and a wannabe diary maker. And gosh! It's so mediocre. Everyone else is doing it and to I have to follow suit because everyone has? Never would I write one.

I was wrong. Blogs became more successful, more popular and more people are doing it. It even made other people richer by thousands (he he!) and revealed socialites' scandalous lives (remember Gucci gang?) Soon, I heard some of my writer friends have also at least one blog profile and has gone to write numbers of blogs already. And people whom I never thought would be confident enough to write something even have one. Little by little I am becoming skeptical of what I told myself before. Little by little I am thinking to have my own blog.
Tada! I ate every word I said! I am doing one now. Hahaha! Well, I have to do a little defense why am I doing this and why will I enjoy doing this.
I have been writing since high school, though I can't say I'm the best one in town but at least I do write (and it would eventually take years or decades to become like my influences (ambitious!) and until now I write for my pleasure. He he! But there came a time that I was so engrossed with my job and busy pleasing my bosses and my colleagues that I never had the time to do what I really want to do (writing) until last February (2009).
At that time, maybe I was so really excited of my freedom in the coming months that I just grabbed a grade one paper and a stolen ball pen and started writing a story. That was after four years of stagnancy and colorless papers. Echos! At this time, since I forgot a little how to write (I thought I'm terrible at it right now) I decided to really go back with what I enjoy.
Of course in order to once again enhance what I forgot I decided to write a blog. Whew! It's not hard to admit that I would really enjoy it. This is what I like - to write. You might say that I'm bragging but no. I even ate my pride to relish my happiness (or joy?). And, expect that I would be writing, if not everyday then once a week. Ha ha!
Now, so you see the irony in me? You' re reading my first blog that I thought I would never write and expect that you'll be reading more.
This is just a start of everything. This wouldn't be a nightmare for you. Promise. But if you think this is a bore to read, it's OK. I just expressed something I want to express.
Forgive me, if this is short. But later you'll read 10 pages.