Friday, March 18, 2005 

Critical juncture

by Dyes



A friend once said that when you are nearing thirty, you are approaching a phase known as the ‘critical juncture’. During this time, a fork road is seen ahead while an uncertainty looms over the head. It seems that you subconsciously associate your age to a chapter in your life, and you would want either to start a new life or continue with the one you currently have.

Or probably, you are just reflecting on your life.

But being thirty?!!! I have to cram my remaining-months-before-thirty to achieve the ten-year plan I set for myself when I was still twenty. Let me see, I still do not have my own house…. no kids yet … got fat and lotsa wrinkles… and still carnivorous!!! Err… I think I would include these things to the next ten-year plan I am formulating, but I need to read a good skin-and-diet book first.

I gotta have a life!

Thursday, March 17, 2005 

I BLOG, THEREFORE I AM.

by TheDivineMissM!




We had a quiet day at home today. Nanonood lang ng TV. Then BBC had a spot about moms who blog. My tech-challenged hubby bristled ---"A web diary; there's something wrong about that."

So I said, "I blog." Silence. Then he turned and looked at me like I just told him I have been having an affair.

He said, "You have a diary on the web that ANYONE can read?????"

I started blogging maybe a month ago. I was running out of things to do at three in the morning (insomniac) and the chat rooms were getting really creepy.....

After that conversation (if you can call it that) with the hubby, I stopped to think why I blog.

What is a blog and what is its significance?

In a moment of pure honesty --- I am reaching out. In my anonymous blog, I do not have to PRETEND to be anybody. In this digital world, I AM REAL AS I WILL EVER BE. I can say what I have in mind without fear. The things you do not talk about with neighbours, with friends, and yes, sometimes with your husband.

In our relationships, we hold back on sharing our thoughts because they may be too mundane, and you do not want people think you are dumb (is tuna chicken or fish?). Or they are more controversial things (yes, I support Gabriela's divorce bill) and you do not want to agitate anyone.

I can write them in my computer or in analogue (paper) -- so why blog?

Because I think every blogger wants to feel that they have a place in this (digital) universe. That their thoughts are being heard. That someone will stumble upon their digital voice and listen.

LISTEN. TO ME.



What kind of blogger are you?






You Are a Life Blogger!



Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.
If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

 

Nerds Caught on Pic

by MrsPartyGirl



Panalo talaga itong pic na ito! I don't even remember posing for this picture pero, lo and behold, smile galore pa ako. I am keeping this picture so I can show my parents that I did study in college :D Thanks for posting this on the egroups, Ella. Whenever I see this natatawa/natutuwa ako, as I'm sure you all are, too. :D


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Phone-in question: asan si aguy nung mga panahon na ito?

Saturday, March 12, 2005 

Dirty Thirties - A Woman's Angst-Filled Prattle

by TheDivineMissM!





You Are 30 Years Old

30



Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.






Turning 30 is not easy. Especially for women.

A guy told me when I was 21 that I should look him up when I turn 30. He said that this is the better side of 30. Women get fully ripened in this decade, and are just a delight.

The angst has really started for me as soon as I turn 29. My 20s are gone! What have I got to show for it???? I began to evaluate where I had been, where I am going, and where I want to be. Shortly after I began my self-analysis, I kept thinking about where I should be and the goals I had set for myself when I was younger. At first I couldn't remember what my goals had been. Then they came to me, hazy at first like the smog-choked city skyline at rush hour.


I always imagined that by the time I am 30, I will have a high-powered job, a fancy house and car, a sexy exec for a husband, and a doll of a baby. I was going to be a hot momma, strutting around in my designer gear and attending all sorts of IMPORTANT events.

I NEVER imagined that I will be overweight at 30, still clueless about a career, and quite happy to spend days on the couch watching mindless telly.

Its a wake up call; it will be tough but turning 30 may just be the push I need to get back on track.



 

Fencing Club Logbook

by TheDivineMissM!





I never got hold of the fencing logbook before. Someone used to hog it all the time! I am sooo glad for the club though. Fencing was the only athletic thing I have ever been involved in. I did so grudgingly, since everyone else in the block has joined, and my best friend John was the club president.


Judy used to prepare the training schedule (so it shouldn't surprise anyone that she probably has a wrinkle-free, colour-coded lesson plan today, Ms O-C!) Aguy was my Task Master, you should be a Physical Trainer 'Guy! You used to hold me up by teh collar of my shirt when I nearly passed out from the training! I would always get drawn against Beth, and I dont know why I even bother to get up... she is left handed and had a farther reach than most guys on the team! And there was weird Fred who would watch us train at the lobby of AS (how pathetic was that...)

I wish we still have the fencing club!!!!


Sunday, March 06, 2005 

M is for Meeya

by MrsPartyGirl



Hi. My name is Meeya. M for maganda, mabait, masayahin, at kung ano-ano pa.

I am a fencer. And a Sharonian. Turned Political Science graduate, turned government employee, turned law student, turned bum (by choice), turned government employee (again), turned corporate banker, turned beloved, turned married, turned stay-at-home mom, turned mrspartygirl, turned thirty.

As every page of my life turns, so does my happiness, which turns even more.

Hello life, it's nice to meet you.

About This Weblog

    Previously, a blog about how life has treated us after our last duel on the piste. Now, unmasked, we reveal ourselves as political scientists first, fencers second.

    Our country is the Philippines - where the University that brought us together stands. Though we'd rather pretend that eveything is fine, it is not.

    We've laid down our swords and sharpened our words. Now we raise our mightier pens and say: en garde.

    For Pinas. Our guts, your glory.
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