The Waiting Game.

I knew about you when I was 9 weeks and 4 days pregnant, you are like a little peanut floating inside my tummy and I am never happier. Finally! The overwhelming happiness that I'm feeling is simply gratifying knowing that I am raising a child inside me.  Everyone's happy and they keep on giving their two cents on how it is when pregnant, how will it feel when I am about to give birth, everyone is so nice and everyone is making you feel loved. How can I blame them, you are indeed lovable.
I'm telling you that having you is not easy, we had to wait for 7 years before you came around, then there were sleepless nights and weird cravings and acne and brittle hair and dark spots, I think I am the ugliest pregnant woman that ever landed in the face of the earth.  I sleep like a bear hibernating, I fart when I sleep and I fart even when awake, I am the farting master.  Then to make it more grand, I spent 4 days in the hospital because it felt like you are about to pop out early, but you changed your mind. You scared the hell out of your Daddy, aside from the fact that he paid for the bills.  And now, your Dada wake me up with a kiss on my tummy saying -- there goes some scratches on your tummy, she wants to go out already.  You will be out in no time, 6 more weeks little monkey.

living my not so perfect life, perfectly.

Do you get jealous of how some of your friends live their perfect life.  When they can just go out whenever they want, while driving their cars or if they are really lucky, they have a chauffeur to drive for them. Where they can spend money and go shopping and buy everything they want.  Where they go out every night with friends and drink and be merry.  A friend who jumps from one guy to the next. I do.
I don't have a fancy car, me and my partner have a beaten up Toyota, -- and that car is kind enough to take us to places.  We only spend what we can afford, but every money spent is well-deserved, a really good dinner or a lunch date or a really nice movie, and the best part of it all is I am with the man I love.  The man I loved for 7 years.  
I don't hang out with famous people, I hang out with real people, with real stories to tell. 
I don't buy fancy clothes, I let my hubby buy it for me.
Your are rich, I am not, but I have something that you cannot have and that is having a family of my own, someone to call my own, and now I have a kid of my own.

I perfectly understand why you would rather be silent than be happy for me, it is because you can never be a mom like me.

Love Turned Almuranas.

While I was doing my usual tele drama marathon on a Friday night, I came across a friend's tweet about an old flame and expecting that maybe the flame is still there, unfortunately not even a spark was seen or felt.

When you stop loving someone, do they look ugly to you? That not even a single word of praise can be heard coming out of your mouth, whilst that mouth used to kiss him before. 

When you asked him out to go out with you, do you expect that you will fall in-love again?  And if the feeling is gone, do you dispatch of him right away or tell him. "Natatae ako, wait lang, babalikan kita." hoping that maybe he'll get turned off and not see you ever again not even at your funeral. Tang ina lang diba?

When the guy you used to love before, even if he looked like an "almuranas", is the only guy you will set your eyes on no matter how ugly he is, that even if his entire wardrobe was taken out of his brother's closet, you wouldn't mind.

So my friend, watched Erik Santos' concert last night with his ex, hoping that maybe it would work, and unfortunately nothing was there.  He simply had to dispatch his ex, making "pula" about his cheap shirt, his pants that doesn't fit, his watch that is so last season and the shoe that just doesn't work with the entire wardrobe, according to him, the before-he-looked-like-a-hunk is sadly just ordinary.