Still on the hairy issue...

This is a follow-up to my entry yesterday since my friend Lilith brought it up anyway. She ponders, "Is goatee considered a mustache?"

Very tricky question, ain't it? It's like saying, "Ang balbas ba ay para ding bigote?" (sorry for the lousy translation, I really suck in Filipino). What do you think? Are they the same or are they totally different? I made a survey over Facebook and am still waiting for the results (that is, if anybody cared to answer hahaha pfft!)

Anyway, whenever goatee or mustache comes to mind there's only person that pops in my head. He's also the only person I know (ok, ok, I am biased) who can go with or without a goatee/mustache and still look smokin' hot! Which do you prefer?

'stache or no 'stache?

So what is a mustacheologist? At first, I thought it was a new entry in the dictionary concocted by a Joe the Six Pack. But no, a mustacheologist is a person who studies (hold your breath) men's mustache. What exactly do they study? I honestly have no friggin' idea. Apparently according to the Yahoo video that I watched, there are a handful types of mustache like the horseshoe, manchu, handlebar, walrus, lampshade, and so on, categorized according to the thickness and shape of the upper lip hair, perhaps?

Whatever. I don't like mustache in my man. I find it simply annoying. No pogi points for you, dear hubby. I think of it as a dirt trap that gathers food residue and facial oils. And then what? You're gonna rub all that muck all over my face and *ehem" my body? No thanks. I prefer my man to be squeaky clean that's why I keep nagging my husband to please, please shave and get rid of those wiry shoots. I don't quite get some women who find mustache in men very sexy and well, arousing. Honestly, mustache reminds of me kontrabidas like Rez Cortez, Paquito Diaz, and Jorge Estregan, Jr.

On the contrary, there are actors whose mustaches define their characters such as the late Rudy Fernandez, and Ramon Revilla Sr. Just imagine if they didn't have mustache? Di ko ma-imagine.

Well going back to the subject, don't you think there should also be such a term as goateeologist to keep it fair and square? How about balbonism? Just saying...

(Photo credit goes to professionalheckler)

Ang aking listahan ng mga gagawin ngayong bagong taon...

Wala naman talaga akong listahan ng mga resolusyon dahil unang-una ay tamad akong magsulat; pangalawa, alam ko namang hindi ko matutupad ang mga bagay na gusto kong baguhin ngayong 2009. Sinubukan ko na dati yan. Ang sabi ko titigil na akong manigarilyo pero hindi ko talaga mapigilan ang sarili ko na magsindi ng isang stik lalo na pag matagal-tagal akong hindi nagbabanyo. Madalas ay un ang lagi kong palusot sa aking asawa. "Dad, isang stick lang para lang lumabas." Hindi ko alam kung psychological lang ba talaga o may siyentipikong epekto ang paninigarilyo kapag ang tao ang constipated.

Hindi ko na matandaan pa ang mga ilang bagay na pinangko kong gagawin noong nakaraang taon. Pero ngayon, susubukan kong baguhin ang isang ugali ko na alam ko ring matagal ko na dapat binago. Hmm..how do I put it? Ang hirap talagang mag-Tagalog lalo na kung ang gusto mong sabihin ay walang katumbas sa ating lenguahe. (Ngak! Tama ba ang ispeling ko ng lenguahe? kunganoman!)

Sa maniwala ka man o sa hindi, ako ay isang anti-social. Hindi ako nasisiyahan sa mga salu-salo lalo na't kung wala naman akong kakilala dun sa pupuntahan ko kaya't hindi nakapagtataka na mabibilang ko sa aking kanang kamay ang mga kaibigan ko. Parusa sa akin noon ang pumunta sa fashion shows, sa mga bahay ng mga ambasador, kumain at uminom ng mamahaling alak at pagkain sa mga hotel habang nagkukunwaring ako'y isang gourmand. Oo masaya ang dati kong trabaho dahil halos lahat ay libre. Sa kabilang banda, malungkot din dahil parang everything is superficial. Pero teka, nalalayo na yata ako sa usapan. Ang pagiging anti-social ko ang gusto kong baguhin, hindi sa ganoong aspeto ha, kundi pagdating sa aking mga kaibigan. Siguro iniisip ng mga iba kong kaibigan na nakalimutan ko na sila, or wala akong pakialam. Ewan ko ba, ganito na ko talaga high school pa lang ako. Hindi ako mahilig sumama sa mga lakad. Hindi ako pumupunta sa birthday, sa reunion, sa inuman o kung ano pa mang okasyon kahit na inimbita ako ng makailang ulit. Hindi ako yung tipong unang mambabati kung magkasalubong man tayo sa daan. Hindi rin ako maalalahanin. Pero hindi ibig sabihin nun ay wala lang..na wala akong pakialam sa mga tao o sa mga kaibigan ko. Ganun lang talaga ako. Anti-social. Ewan.

Ah basta. Yun ang gusto ko baguhin ngayong 2009. I want to rekindle friendships, to open up more, and mingle with people as much as possible. Ikaw, anong gusto mong baguhin sa sarili mo ngayong bagong taon?

Something to look forward to in 2009

I can't say that 2008 was a good year for us (although those bunch of foretellers predicted otherwise). This year proved to be tough and rough not only for me but for my whole family as well. Perhaps the only memorable thing that happened to me in 2008 was my trip in Paris and our vacation in Cebu at the start of the year. It was downhill from there.
I lost my job (uhmm well I resigned from my job) in March. It took me a while to accept that fact although I keep insisting to my husband that it's all good. Truth is, there are still pangs of regret whenever I look back and count all the years I spent working in the newspaper.
Lesson learned from this experience: Stand up for what you believe in. Not everybody may agree with you; in fact, there will be some who will leave you hanging BECAUSE of your beliefs. But in the end, you'll be so proud of yourself that you did. I am.
I got another job the same month that I put down the pen and paper. I moved to the other side of the fence. I didn't like it since day one. It wasn't what I wanted to do nor was it something that I wanted to learn. I guess it's not always true that you will grow to love something as days go by. Of course we all know what happened next. I resigned after only a month. I told myself that maybe I needed to relax a bit, to ponder on my decisions, and that's what I did. I just stayed home, took care of the kids, cooked meals, and polished my parenting skills for a month. Then it became two months...three months..four months..until it dragged on. Finally, I realized that I was already jobless for five months (except for the times when I did freelance writing jobs for my former boss and an NGO). I was desperate and so I finally put up myself in the job market. There were offers, yes, but nothing that I was really interested in. It was as if I was a fresh grad again. I had to learn how to write a resume, to dress up for interviews, and find my way thru the LRT and MRT (oh yes, I am a cheapie. I don't ride the taxi except when it's entirely necessary). Then an opportunity came. I knew I wanted to work for this company (where I am presently employed) the moment I walked in their small office in Roxas Boulevard. It was love at first sight. Believe it or not but I waited for two months for this job. I thought they would never call me again. But boy, was I so thankful that they did.
Just this month, my eldest was confined in a hospital due to a host of illnesses. Thank God that he has finally (but not fully) recovered. We could at least welcome the new year together.
Looking back, there are still things that I am so thankful for in spite of the glitches of 2008. On top of the list is my husband who had been so understanding and supportive of me. He stepped up and provided for the family, allowing me to stay jobless longer than we could have afforded under normal circumstances.
There are my sisters who always came to my rescue, looking after their nephews during those times when we had no yaya. I am also thankful to my in-laws and my relatives.
Two days to go and we will all be welcoming 2009. We have high hopes for the coming year. I haven't listed down my resolution but I and my husband have set some goals for 2009 that we plan to achieve. After reaching rock bottom this year, there's no way but up and I am determined to do just that.

The storm is over

I've spent the last couple of days in the hospital. Last Wednesday, we rushed my eldest to the hospital because he was complaining of dizziness, nausea and stomach pains the previous night. He was pale and weak, dark circles under his eyes, his lips dry. I was so nervous.
My pedia told us to confine him the moment he saw my son. A series of lab tests ensued. Our doctor advised us not to feed my son anything, including water for 24 hours.
I won't go into details how I spent the last three nights. The more important thing is we are going home this afternoon. I am so relieved. I want to cry.
I can't thank my company enough who's been so understanding and very thoughtful of my situation, allowing me to take the morning or afternoon off so I could stay with my son in the hospital. They even gave me a fruit basket for my son. My sisters are super! They've stayed with their nephew during the times when I had to go home so I could attend to my bunso. Thank you for all the prayers.

Dull December

While I love the cold weather now, I hate all the illnesses that come with December. My son has been down with cough for two weeks now, and the last time we checked with our pedia we were told that he has bronchitis which could mutate into pneumonia if we don't act fast. He has since been drinking this very expensive antibiotic and three sessions of nebulizer a day which I really hope and pray would work because my son is slowly losing weight due to his bad cough. We haven't bathe him for four straight days now, punas-punas lang muna, for fear that this might aggravate the situation further (okay, I attribute this "practice" to my grandmother). To make matters even worse, my son has developed mumps on either side of his cheeks/jaws. It couldn't have come at a worst time. First the cough, now this. As a result, he had to miss his third quarter exams and, if things don't improve anytime soon (God forbid), he might also miss his first Christmas party in his new school. Kawawa naman. He's been looking forward to the class party since last week. Please pray for my son and his fast recovery.
My youngest, Alamat, also has cough but a milder version (Thank God!). Last night, my husband arrived from work looking haggard and tired. Turns out, he too has the December flu. Ako na lang ang wala (knock on wood) maybe because I have stronger resistance and a full army of antibodies (inspite of my smoking habit). I hope these illnesses in my family will soon be over before the year ends.
Anyway, I hope my classmates (in journ) would forgive me if I missed our class reunion last Saturday because I really had my hands full over the weekend juggling maternal duties with take-home work. The guilt would kill me if I knew that my kids were sick back home and I was at some place drinking and partying the night away. Next time, promise. Count me in.

Intermittent absence

I have almost forgotten about this blog because I've been so preoccupied with take home work, house chores, and catching up on sleep that I barely open my laptop. In the office, I don't browse the net except for instances when we have to download some files from the FTP server. We are THAT busy. I know my life sounds so boring lately but oi, chronic boredom has its rewards. Yesterday, I and two of my colleagues were awarded Employee of the Month (November). I, too, was surprised because this is the first time that I received such commendation from my employer. (I worked my frakkin' ass off in that newspaper for seven years and not even once was I awarded for something or received any increase save for the mandatory yearly CBA salary hike which is more of a right of an employee rather than a privilege). Well enough of the sour graping.

Btw, this employee of the month thing has a set of criteria but I will spare you from the litany because it's quite a mouthful.

The awarding took place without much fanfare but I must admit that it felt good to be recognized by somebody for your efforts. I'm sharing this with you, not to brag or take credit for anything, but just to let you know how happy I am with my new work place. While we all have our own eccentricities and kababawan, my officemates are cool and super kwela. We always have a good laugh. I think that's the most important thing when looking for a place to work. It should make you laugh. As for the tough deadlines and my mundane office life, it's all good.