the shenanigans of eenamorata

I am okay. Am currently neither super high nor super low. I am just okay. It has been my 4th month as a graduate student, a semi-bum, a full-time MRT traveler (yeah that can be considered as a full time job), a data encoder, a racketeer engineer (engineer na rumaraket), a party planner, a concert program director of sorts, a camp planner of sorts, a BOT member, a poop cleaner, a part-time dog walker, a regular DLTB Cubao last trip bus passenger, a struggling person at weight management (kelan ba naging hindi), an emerging anti-social, a sometimes sad person, a sometimes happy person, and a full time lunatic i guess. I don't understand why most of these days are happening. Time has been flying down too fast and information has been flowing to fast also that I barely have time to process and comprehend everything. I wish I still have the time and the patience mostly to reflect and process things that have been going on lately. As forever is my battle cry.. this growing up thing S

A lot has happened since I wrote anything about anything. I am basically the same person who travels on the side and does something full-time. My something full-time is the one thing that's different... I am currently taking up my graduate degree and I am somehow (surprisingly) enjoying it. Living away from home and dorm-ing is somehow surprisingly fun too. I am most of the time happy-ish with what I have, even though there are definitely some down-days where I'd dread the thought of going home to the dorm to dine ALONE in front of my computer. Everyday is now becoming a quest to look for healthy-ish food. Ever since I came here, my eating patterns and habits have definitely become chaotic, as my meals were today and yesterday: Today: Breakfast (9am): skyflakes (3 crackers), hansel (4 cookies) Lunch (2:30pm): rice, pinakbet, longganisa, cassava cake Dinner (9:45 pm): banana, calamansi juice, hansel (8 cookies), coffee Yesterday: Breakfast: skipped Lunch (5pm):

If ever I get fired from my teaching job or if ever this electrical engineering career does not work out, I would probably become an events planner/ coordinator. It is a recent reflection that I have been involved in quite a number of weddings these past few years... especially these past few months. So before I forget and before I loose count, let me recall and share the weddings that I have been involved with. I am doing this (posting this blog entry and the weddings per se) just for fun. Photo credits to the facebook accounts of the couples or whoever took them. Wedding Number 1: Wena and Alfred Overall Vibe: A family-church-community Ceremony: Los Banos Christian Reformed Church Reception: Senior Social Garden Involvement: Over-all on the day coordinator Date: Sometime 2008, 2009 or 2010 yata Wedding Number 2: Em and Joel Overall Vibe: Beach-boho-castaway This was a super fun experience... It had to be a bridal boat (in lieu of the usual bridal car)...

Been wanting to write something for quite sometime now, pero I can't find it in me yet to do it.. masakit pa rin yata. Thank God for an awesome friend who sent  a throwback email today. It was something that I sent way back 2011, and I am sharing this now because this is one lesson that I am having a really hard time with.  Why wasn't I warned that growing up is like this? :) Life's Most Difficult Lesson Learning to Confidently Wait for the Lord By Charles F. Stanley Lessons are an ongoing part of life. Although an academic education comes to an end, we never cease learning vital spiritual lessons. The truths that God teaches us are invaluable and practical because they affect our character development, choices, and lifestyle. Their influence reaches beyond our earthly lifetimes all the way into eternity. One of the most difficult faith lessons we will ever learn is to wait upon the Lord. Maybe you are facing a critical decision and don’t know which way to go

at 26 I am disappointed, at 26 I am frustrated, at 26 I am angry  and at 26 I am mad at God.  it has been months now of pasting smiles and laughing cued laughters. crying bitter tears to sleep is becoming too often. I am being too hard on myself for not achieving the supposed plan, for not getting something that I know I can do and something that I know I am definitely better at.  I had backups, I had plan Bs, but the sentiments of being a proud person is not really helping. I have no plans to be peachy preachy about better plans. I have no plans to force myself to feel better when I really don't feel like it. I will not force myself to do anything that I do not like. I will just let things be for now. I will let myself be mad. I will let myself cry bitter tears of frustrations. I will let myself hate. This will eventually pass. I will eventually be tired of being mad, be tired of crying and be tired of hating. I am letting myself fall. I do not want to hold on t

These past few days were horrible. It was a series of one disappointing response after the other. These past few days were painful. It was yet again an experience of not getting what I want, not getting something that I wanted so badly and worked really hard for. These past few days were awful. The eyes have suddenly become a bitter stream of water that no haircut or telling the self to stop could make it stop from flowing. These past few days were hard because forgoing sad feelings in front of people is not easy. The pain is twice as hard when left alone. These past few days were draining. It is hard to cry one's self to sleep every night and paste a smile in the morning. These past few days were hurting. It is painful to slowly realize that one's hopes are sort of not happening any time soon. These past few days were tiring. The throbbing pain that the heart feels drains ones strength more than the usual everyday activities. These past few days were challenging. It is

My life has been a little bit ballistic as soon as January 1 kicked kicked in. The month of January literally just passed by without me noticing that its February already (the love months--ack!) Excited as I was to go home to cuddle snuggle with my dogs that day, I wasn't able to do anything but go through with the patience-trying challenges of a 33 hour domestic flight delay. If I wrote this entry a day after I got home from the delay, I would have written bashful thoughts about the airlines and everything that went on around it. However, as I look back now, the Lord gave me nothing but grace.  The hotel I stayed in gave me an unsolicited 25% discount (it was a 2 minute walk away from the airport-- so it was a super great deal). Come January 2, the morning the airlines said we'd be on a bogus 'special flight' back to Manila...  I earned an airport friend (as we lost touch the moment we went our separate planes) while waiting, jumping transports to Cebu, c

This is my 2013 reflection post. I still have a lot of back log work to do for my job; but, let me share some highlights of the year that has been. Twenty-thirteen is definitely a GOOD YEAR for me. There were a lot of travels, reconnecting, events and learning. was out dancing with nuns at Bukidnon last January journeyed the sandbars of Dumaguete last February guided my students on an educational tour somewhere late February or early March trekked the ancient temples of Angkor Wat last May and got lost in the complicated concrete jungle of Bangkok got tired at shooting the stairs of Pagsanjan falls last July chaperoned a group of my students to an industrial plant last July got enchanted by the beauty of Bacolod last August joined the bandwagon of students to Ilocos last August  chaperoned a group of my students again to an industrial plant last September got eaten up by the busy schedules of the ber months