First Time, Life

Need for Speed

Hello August! It’s my birthday month, and it’s not quite the start I had wished for.

Today, I got my first ever speeding ticket. I was so mad at myself because how dare I think that my morning meeting was more important than my safety and the safety of those on the road with me? In my defense, there was no one else around me. Because I left them all behind, maybe. As soon as I saw the CHP pull out of its hiding place, I knew she was after me. I pulled over immediately. I didn’t play dumb, and I was glad she didn’t ask me if I knew why she pulled me over. I didn’t fight her or disrespect her. I was as calm as I could be, but inside it was a mixture of, “Oh crap! A ticket! I’m late for the meeting! I’m so sorry, God. I’m sorry, Husband!” Yeah all of that. A few minutes later, I was on my way, with a ticket, and about twenty minutes late to my meeting. Never again, I hope.

To make myself feel better, I had HUGE slice of combination pizza for lunch. They must have known I was not having the best day ever, because they loaded that baby! I also sprinkled so much garlic and crushed pepper. Yup, totally delicious.

Anyway, I left work around 4:10pm, and stopped by my parents’ house to play with my nephew and the dogs. Of course, babies and pups are total cure for a horrible day. I didn’t tell my dad about my ticket, which means I have to beat him to our shared PO Box until my ticket comes. LOL. Even though I am married and moved out, I’m still scared of getting scolded by my parents! But u what was waiting for me? A summon for jury duty! Is this real life?!

I need a big glass of mojito. Or wine. Or beer. Or ROOTBEER. Cheers to thirsty Thursday!

Life

Curses and Wishes

Warning: Sappy post coming up!

About fifteen months ago, someone told me in the most demeaning and evilest way I have ever been talked to, “Your time will come when you will hit rock bottom, too!” At that time, I remember that as long as I do good, I will always be taken care of. That is one of my life mantra, to create good karma for myself and the people around me. But as I sit in my little corner on this quiet Saturday evening, I can’t help but think that the person who cursed me was on to something. I am at my lowest point, ever. Emotionally. Physically. Financially.

With all the suicide happening in the world, I see friends posting about being there for you in case you need someone to listen. Still, it takes courage to open up. I’m not that courageous. It could also be my pride. But hey, that’s why I have this blog. I can write freely.

As I see friends announcing another one of their exciting life events, I am both genuinely happy and jealous. When I see friends (mine and Mike) getting together and we get no invite, I feel a little hurt for the both of us. I mean, it’s probably because we rarely go to social events these days. Still! I get over it after double tapping on their posts though. 😉 See? Totally not bitter.

New homes, new pregnancies, and new business ventures are what tears my heart the most. Don’t get me wrong – I feel so, so, so happy for them! I even put a “heart” on their Facebook posts. But those are the posts that make me ask, “What about us?” Mike and I thought we had our lives figured out, but we thought wrong. We don’t know when we can build our dream home (although we love where we are currently). We also don’t know when we will be blessed to start a family. And we both wish we have the resources to even think about establishing our own business. Sometimes, we joke around about quitting our jobs, selling all our possessions, and escaping our debtors, and just be nomads around the world. Easier said than done, of course. We’ve got family and dogs!

So what do you do when people think you’ve got life figured out? Who do you run to? Well, we ran to someone for help about a month ago. He belittled us and made us feel horrible about getting married and getting ourselves in the situation we are in. Mike promised himself to never again make the mistake of thinking family would help us. I felt bad that he had to feel that way… that we have to feel this way.

We just pray and work harder. Then we say, “Someday, we will be able to help those who are in need… without any judgment.” We want to make that come true.

Life, Travel

Summer is Here

Whoa… hello out there! And hello SUMMER! While it’s not exactly my favorite season, it is my birth season, so yeah, go summer! Since my last update…, TWO MONTHS AGO, I still have not yet found my creative outlet, have gained a lot of weight, and have purposely ignored anything that I didn’t care for or want to care for but cannot really afford to care for. Did that make any sense at all?

Anyway, I failed to mention that between April 1st and May 31st, we have taken three separate trips to Disneyland. The first one trip was with the hubby (of course), my brothers, sisters in law, niece, and nephew. It was planned in less than one week. The conversation went something like:

Me: Hey, we’re driving down to Disneyland for the weekend.
SIL: Oh, maybe we can go too.
Me: Ok! Let me know.
Bro: Let me see if (his wife) can get the weekend off. We’ll go too!

The following day, everyone was able to get the weekend off…and we booked our hotel, they bought their tickets, and off we were to Disneyland!

The second trip was a one day trip. Mike and I took a 6AM flight, spent the morning at California Adventure, ate all we that our stomachs would allow at the Food & Wine Festival, spent the afternoon at Disneyland, drove around Orange County for a little bit, then took the last flight home. Lastly, the third trip was during Memorial Day weekend. We spent that entire Sunday at California Adventure, and rode Guardians of the Galaxy: Mission Breakout three times! Luckily for us, we never waited more than one hour for the ride! We loved it so much! (TIP: Get your FastPass as soon as you get there, wait in line while the wait time is still short, go back during your designated time, watch the early showing of World of Color, get in line to the ride as soon as you leave the show and others watch the second showing (or vice-versa), and voila… guarantee three times the fun!)

Anyway, I guess I didn’t really have much substance in this post. I just needed to kill time while I uploaded my iPhone photos onto my MacBook. However, it has failed three times already. Help?

Next time, I’ll try a little more on writing about something that matters.

 

Life, People

Wanted: Skills

I need to find a creative or skillful outlet, and whatever that outlet may be, I need to make it profitable. But here’s the problem: I’m not very creative, or skillful. If anyone out there has a tip on how to find relevant hidden talents, please let me know. I will try anything.

Growing up, life was always about doing the “right” things and making “good” choices. Being kind and obedient were the only options. While I’ve had a lot of encouragements and compliments, I also had other opposites. Those discouragements were the reasons I let go some of the things I liked doing.

During one of our school plays in fourth grade, my music teacher busted me out for being a horrible singer. He wasn’t the first to do so, though. A few years before that, one of the church coordinators in charge of the youth’s Easter performance laughed after she asked me to sing the alphabet song. I was out of tune, yet she didn’t bother helping me. One of my aunts also once told me, “You like singing, but singing doesn’t like you.” Ouch. I don’t remember how old I was, but definitely younger than nine. I realized I’m not made to sing. I still do, though… in the car mostly.

During my freshman year in high school, my English Honors teacher criticized the way I said the word “the” during a group project video. She told me, “You’re in America. You have to soften your “th” sound.” I had to apologize for the way I spoke. She gave me a lower grade than the rest of my group, even though we all worked the same amount of time together. While I don’t blame her for anything else besides a crushed self-esteem, she was the reason I decided to stop talking too much. Before that moment, I wanted to become a journalist and a news anchor. Meh, I’m not pretty enough anyway.

Is now also a good time to talk about a horrible time in my life when my “American” cousins decided to outcast me for reasons unknown (to me, at least)? I was ignored during get-togethers, my friends were sent online messages saying mean remarks about me, and now that we are much older, I still feel the hurt every once in a while. But hey, whatever right?

This post was not meant to be such a downer, but it kind of helped typing it all out. I am looking forward to brighter days. It’s coming! 🙂

Happy Resurrection Day! Happy Easter!

Life, Love

New Last Name

Alright everyone, the day has finally come in my life. The day that I begin the process of taking on my husband’s last name. Some might say, “It’s about time!” While others may ask, “Why on Earth would you do that?” We have been married five months. I should have changed it sooner, but I’m sort of attached to my maiden name which consisted of my first name, my mom’s maiden name, and of course, my (dad’s) surname. My last name has got some deep roots back in the Philippines, and I’ve been told, that it’s important. But now, my last name is different. It’s short, common, and everyone mistakes me for Hispanic. But hey, it’s my husband’s last name. I mean, it’s okay to take your time assuming your spouse’s last name, right? Because I see a lot of my friends changing their names immediately, yet here I am, barely going through the process five months later. I did change it on Facebook so that it’s legit. 😉

By the way, I only spent about twenty minutes and without an appointment at the Social Security Administration. I got my new SS card about three days later. I spent probably around forty minutes at the DMV, with an appointment. It also costed me $27 to get a new license, and that came in one week later. Now, I’ve started to call my bank and creditors to submit a name change. Whew, almost there.

Currently, we are at a “stay-cation” about forty miles away from our home. It’s comped, comfortable, and a quick wannabe getaway. We like when we get these kind of perks. Now, can I get free vacation to say, Paris? Please? 😛

Life, People, Travel

Daylight Savings Time

A lot of times, I feel that there is not enough time in a day to do everything I need to do, but today, that holds truer than any other days of the year. I mean sleep is for the weak anyway. Just kiIMG_7803dding. I could have totally used that extra hour. To help us kind of cope with the loss of an hour, Mike and I went do Dunkin’ Donuts at 5:30 in the morning. I still don’t feel I can function properly, but that might be more of a personal thing rather than a DST thing.

We are heading over to my brother’s house for the day. Mike is getting ready and I can hear the Moana soundtrack playing. I am both proud and giggly. Haha! Anyway, I’ve decided that I will go bare-faced and hair undone. I blame this on DST. But also because my face can use the day to just breathe. Ok forgive me but I have to stop. The Moana soundtrack proves to be distracting and funny. LOL!

Life

I’m a Woman and I Love Food

The inauguration happened two days ago. My newsfeed has been filled with some sort of opinion and emotions about the turn of administration. I am disheartened but hopeful. I have not watched the actual ceremony, but it is saved on my DVR. I worked my first Saturday yesterday, but if I hadn’t, I would have made my way to Sacramento or San Francisco.  I would have marched for my values and for what I believe in, not just for myself, but for my family, my friends, for the people who care, for the future. On my way home, I thought to myself how beautiful our world is to allow one person affect and consume us in whatever way we are affected – good or bad. Then I prayed. My faith allowed me to be at peace, at least for the moment, knowing that God always has a plan. I believe that there’s a reason for everything, and many times, we just don’t know why yet. And that is why I am hopeful.

Now that I have let my feelings out, let me tell you about my week last week. It was expensive. We didn’t go grocery shopping, so we basically ate out every night. Oops! We will get it done today, I promise! I can’t complain though because we ate the most amazing things all week. The best part? We ate local! 🙂 We had pho that totally ‘hit to the spot’ during the storm, and the Truffle Crab Noodle Soup that I had for the very first time on Friday was to-die-for. We finally tried the Thai restaurant down the street from our house, and now we understand why it has 4.5 stars on Yelp! Also, we went to my favorite happy hour spot – oysters, wine, and clam chowder!

Lastly, we went to visit my parents. My poor mom had to get surgery on her foot, so she’s currently immobile. I feel so bad when I see either of my parents feeling helpless, but I love their resilience and I love how they take care of one another. They are truly my “relationship goal.”

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Two dozens of oysters and clam chowdaaah! I wanted more oysters, but I was told that would be bad. Oh well.

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Seriously, cheese and fresh truffle?! Genius! Also, I saw this Pink Moscato at Target, and thought, “Wow, you’re pretty! I want you.” Thanks to my dad for that wine rack in the background. Next house, I may need a wine room.

Have a good week everyone!