Sometimes, blogging can be a pain in the ass. I mean, why are there people out there telling you what to blog about?! Like if you talk about yourself they tell you that you are as boring and dumb as hell. Honey, why then are you lingering in my page allowing my narcissistic thoughts to bore you to death? Is it because you just hate to admit that my hump is a triple tad more interesting than your sorry ass?! C’mon, stop the crap. If you don’t like my train of thoughts, get out of here. It’s as simple as that.
Anyway, I am really not this crabby. I am one of those “lil miss sunshine” who will pull a muscle is she frowns. So, let’s get on with my boring and dull as hell thoughts.
Lately, I found myself crying more and more often because the pangs of homesickness won’t stop biting. Last week, we had a shopping spree (I call it group therapy) with my patients and while we were in the bus, passing billboards and buildings which are now starting to find its place in my heart, I remembered my home back in Cebu… As I looked out the bus window, I tried to fight back silent tears because I know once I will let the waterworks flow, there is no stopping them.
Then it got me to thinking, that given time, I know I will come to think of America as my second home too. But I know that there can never be a better place than dear ol’ Gun-ob. When I was in the Philippines, I remember writing in my online journal that I want to go to a place that breathes of culture and life. Now, that I am in a foreign country, some encounters made me realize how my lil place is indeed an epitome of a city bursting with culture, passion and life… *sobs*
This morning, I was feeling nostalgic so I went ahead and downloaded some old school music. What made me smile (and shake my bootie) was Donna Summer’s “She Works Hard For The Money”. My friend and colleague, Bebs, said that this should me my song. Need I say more?
After my usual weekend breakfast of toast, butter and coffee, I sat down in front of my laptop and tried to let my thoughts flow. What should I blog about other than myself? HAHAHA! That was how I came up with this “interesting” blog. So, dear reader, I know you have just realized that you’ve wasted a few of your precious minutes in here. Hahaha. Bear with me, okay? I’ll get to it in 48 years. *winks*
Shang!
wuz up gurl? I luv the foto here you’re so sexy, so femme, my favorite! Dat is y i grabbed this at friendster. Well, Shang! You are the same girl,—so childish in some ways–but a woman in passions and fashions…You always love to write and I know that! And I love the creativity and style—still it is you my dear!
And hey pasensya na dont have much time kasi to stay online, but everytime I am, will visit the page so I can read them all.
You’re right about being yourself, Shang. I think they’re just jealous of you and what you possess. And they can’t top that!
Take care gurl, I miss you a lot.—–
Mayang, thanks for dropping by. Mayta lagi wa nako to gi-delete tong comment ni Kiss ani nga blog saying (di verbatim ha):
“sounds like you are pissed at someone. don’t be too obvious. you appear cheap.”
I deleted it because anonymous man gud siya. If she wrote her real name and her website, I might have posted it. Pero consistent na man siya nga “bitchy” so ako na lang gi-post iyang comment sa akong blog nga Cin Cin to make her happy. I hope she is because I really like her style. Hehehe. Di gyud siya cheap kay polite kaayo siya nga visitor sa akong webpage.
Yes, TITA, I am cheap because I leave positive and polite comments in other people’s blogs. Yes, I am cheap because I mind my own business. Yes, I am cheap because I love myself. *LMAO!*
take care, mayang. and i know that someday… magkita ra tag usab.
mi manchi tanto…