a lot of growing up to do
Recently, my friend told me that I’m too much of a good girl for putting up with another friend whose favorite passtime is to complain. I’m not so sure if it’s a compliment or what? On another incident, my officemate commented that I’m really nice for accepting a task nobody else would like to do. And when I checked my blog, tadaaa!, I have positive comments froma few readers saying I’m sweet and all, and of course, it’s flattering :) However, I worry that I might be giving the wrong impression. Here’s the bitter truth, I’m just an ordinary person who easily gets impatient when in a foul mood. Don’t be deceived because that aspiring princess you’ve read from my previous post might turn out to be a “witch slash gremlin slash monster” in real life.
aaaanywaaaays - just to give you a preview on how immature and childish I am (by the way, there is a big difference between childish and childlike hehe), I decided to share something that I’m really ashamed about haha!
okey, let me take a deep breath…here it is.
On a Sunday afternoon, while everybody else is attending the mass or going to a Bible study, you’ll find me sitting in front of the idiot box watching cartoons or telenovela. I’m not a regular church goer and I really feel bad about it :( I’m guilty! My mother is really against this but I always have a ready argument as to why I can’t attend the mass: I have to work, I feel sick, I’m busy, etc. Actually, I have over a hundred reasons and not one of them is valid. I’m just lazy!
OUCH! I can just imagine people raising their eyebrows and saying ”you are really bad!”
I don’t know…but I feel that I would only go to the church on a regular basis once I already have my own family…my own adorable children and a loving husband. I have a friend, she said the moment she gave birth to her baby, she suddenly wants to know more about Him, she wants to read the Bible, go to church more often, things like that. I feel that Iam like her. My bestfriend told me that I should start now! Of course I know that :( Listening to His Word is a duty and also a blessing. It’s something that I’ve learned from the church (I’m a Catholic), I’ve heard from the elders, I’ve read from the Bible, I’ve seen on TV, but I just can’t understand why it’s so hard for me to put it into practice 
But wait! I’m not naman the super all-out bad girl! I’m currently working on it. Believe it or not, I’m struggling to overcome this laziness. I must admit that my enemy is myself! At my age, I already learned a lot of things in life, most of which are learned the hard way, but I guess, I still have a lot of growing up to do…
PS. To you, who never forgets your duty, I envy you a lot! Hope in the future I’d be able to win over myself.
The Dress
I remember when I was about 8 years old, me and my friends would collect santan and gumamela as many as we could. We used the flowers to make bouquets and corsage for our “walk-down-the-aisle” game. We also played other games such as Ms. Universe (I was Ms. Venezuela hehe), Teacher-teacher, and Lutu-lutuan* but our ultimate favorite was the wedding game. We even had drawings of what we want to wear. Inspired by the fairy-tale books I’ve read, my design was a princess-style dress: big, full skirt, tube, with laces and ruffles and a huge ribbon at the back and very long train. I even wanted to wear a tiara 
Honestly, The Dress is something that I’ve planned and dreamed about ever since I was a little girl. I wanted to become a princess (feeling talaga hehe) Seventeen years later, now I’m 25 and already working, I am still mesmerized by Cinderella’s fancy dress. But I don’t obsess about it anymore. They say a wedding is a much anticipated event in every woman’s life. I agree. They also say that the centerpiece of a wedding is the bride and her gown. I beg to disagree. I think it should be about the man and a woman making a vow to love each other. I think if I’d be able to marry a good man, then a white shirt and a blue jeans would do. But I’d be a hyprocrite if I’d say I don’t want the dress anymore. Of course I still want to be a princess even just once in my life, only, it’s not that important anymore
mom’s memories of me
My mother told me a funny story…well, it’s not really funny but my mom finds it funny. She said while she was in labour of my younger sister, she was crying out loud because it was really painful. She didn’t know what to do as my dad had not arrived yet. To her surprise, I (me) climbed on the bed and kept on wiping her tears as if I already understood what was happening. I was just 2 years old at that time :)
This is one thing that I really love about my mom My mom’s really sweet! She never seems to forget about all the stories while me and my siblings were growing up. Like my first day in kindergarten, first communion, and even the oldest details of my life like my first haircut (she hid a part of my hair in a book because of a superstitious belief), first visit to the dentist (she said i was really scared hehe), the exact time when I was born, etc. Everytime neighbors would tell her “your daughter has a nice pair of legs” she would immediately reply with “mosquito bites were a BIG NO-NO when she was growing up!” haha but my legs are not really pretty. Let’s just say that I have very few scars you won’t notice it. According to her, she really took care of my and my sister’s legs. Lucky me!
My mother is the most special woman in my life! And I couldn’t think of any other person that could possibly replace her in my heart!
love yah mommy!
kiss
