Today, I Pray.

This prayer is for my mother.

I Pray That Today She Will Be Better.
I Pray That Today God Will Take Her Pain Away.
I Pray That Today She Will Stop Hurting.
I Pray That Today She Will Be Well Again.

I Pray That Today She Will Smile.
I Pray That Today She Will Walk A Mile.
I Pray That Today She Will Sing A Song.
I Pray That Today, It Won't Be Long.

I Pray That Today God Will Touch Her Heart.
I Pray That Today I Will Hear Her Laugh.
I Pray That Today I Will See Her Face.
I Pray That Today She'll Win The Race.

To You God I Pray
Please Take Her Sorrows Away.
Heal Her With Your Loving Grace.
Hold Her With Your Warm Embrace.

Amen.

20 Things About Me.

I rarely talk about myself.  I only answer when I am being asked.  But since this is my online diary, talking about myself is just appropriate.

1. I have 3 names and each one has it's history.
2. I was a radio jock for 7 years.
3. I have a band when I was in highschool.
4. I have 42 pairs of shoes and counting.
5. I am 5'5 and 5'10 on a good day. Thank God for shoes.
6. I am a coffee addict, and I like mine black.
7. I have 2 tattoos.
8. I am a cry baby.  I cry over TV commercials.
9. I don't know how to drive.
10. But I know how to swim.
11.  I know how to speak 2 languages and a little bit of Spanish.
12. I have anxiety attack.
13. I like scary movies, but I always cover my eyes when it's the scary part.
14. I don't know how to draw.  But I know how to draw a stick man.
15. I can't eat chocolates and too much dairy -- migraine sucks.
16. I have a day job.
17. When I was in college, I wanted to be a porn star.
18. I like changing house furniture.
19. I read horoscopes.
20. I love home made gelatin.

I can list a dozen more, but then I might bore you.

School sucks but not really.

I am Jovimay.  I never liked my name.  I think it's too girly, some like it though -- they say it's unique.

My dad's name is Jose, my mom's name is Virginia. My birthday is May 13, 1979.  I am 32.  I am the eldest among 3 siblings.  We were raised with all the finest things, but we were taught how to be humble and that money cannot buy happiness.  We were taught how to respect people and their indifference.  We were taught that there is nothing greater than God.

We were told that we have to work harder to support ourselves, that we should not take advantage of other people's goodness.  I grew up having my mom all the time, my dad had to work overseas to support us and provide, he left when I was 2 years old.  I was 6 when I realized that I have a father.

I went to Paco Catholic School and had my younger years were nuns are my teachers. I can barely remember anything, except that my mom would bring me to work every Saturday and she would set-up a small table, chair, paper and colored pens and that I would color and pretend that I am talking to someone over the phone.

Then came my elementary years, I went to Little Jesus Montessori school, I wasn't part of the popular kids in school, but I am always asked by my teachers to join school contests and the infamous -- Miss United Nations.  I was never confident about myself.

When I reached highschool, -- that's how I learned that boys are into beautiful girls.  They like girls with long black hair with bows , pretty faces and boobs. YES! The little bastards are into boobs.
And again, I never belonged to any group -- The JOCKS - the team of athletes, The CHEERLEADERS - the girlfriends of the athletes, The NERDS - the ones who are being picked on by the girlfriends of the athletes and the athletes and I belonged to the group where I man the props department when there is a school program.

I can't wait for college.