HIT BY A TRUCK

It's been a week since I last posted and many of you probably wonders "where the hell is jenie?"

No worries, I am still breathing and is not forgetting for one single moment that I am remiss with my postings...moreso with revisiting friends. I have just been ultimately busy to the point of toxicity that it feels like I'm hit by a truck already.

First of are the sleepless nights when my kiddo got admitted in a hospital for possible dehydration since she have been having diarrhea and on and off fever for more than 2 weeks. It was then diagnosed as Typhoid fever which I can point only to a known fast food to which is the only other place other than home that I fed her with. As we were adjusting back in our house for recuperation, I was called to the work I have applied for months ago and have been asking them to give me more time. It has been almost 6 months time and I think it's more than enough consideration already and so agreed to do the medical and sign the contract. And what time schedule do I have? Night shift. But I have been expecting that, it being a call center. Yeah, yeah I am joining the craze and would love to try and know why everybody else seems to make it a goal to be in one. Too bad that during this first week of adjustment stage, kiddo again got sick. Probably since her immune system is still not back to normal, the colds and cough virus circulating at home got into her. Fever, colds, cough and mouth sores are just way too irritatingly disturbing.

So where does that leave me? Next to nothing sleep, rest can be defined with being in the toilet or bath, and NO TIME TO BLOG.

Luckily today (or is it?!), after a 2 hour sleep from last night's shift (came home at dawn), kiddo decided to cut short her sleep to a mere four hours and as always wakes me up as well...and as I let her tire her eyes to make her sleepy again...I'm here to at least let you know that I'm still alive and kicking. And I promise to post more come weekend.

Bear with me friends and I hope you continue visiting.

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I MISS THE LECTURES

It’s been a while since I last stood in front of listeners giving out lectures. Incurred knowledge was shared to the best of my abilities, and I’m proud to say that I was able to please the audience. It started out with one-on-one diet counseling, which I proved myself effective. My superior pushed me into achieving more…I didn’t believe myself to handle such a task at first. She gave me more challenges and responsibilities I didn’t know I’m capable of, more so, good at. Diet lectures increased to more than one audience…until without noticing, I’m handling a group discussion.

Its exhilarating when I was invited to give a talk in an outside the work environment…75 Ateneo employees attended, and was pleased with the expertise. I’m really proud with that achievement, and I miss having to impart learning. I miss giving out lectures.

And I am actually thinking of doing so again.

SINGING TIME

We love to sing!

What can be more time-passing than the videoke?! You don’t get to notice how time flies as you watch the mic being passed…and join in the singing of one song after another. It is not only enjoyable, but relaxing as well.



And that's what we did this afternoon...we were singing as the rain continued to pour down.

NAIL BITING

I used to do so when I was younger...till college days probably. It was, I believe, habitual. To the point of being unconsciously done. I decided to grow my nails then to avoid biting it, coz I've heard somewhere that it is a sign of insecurity...and since I believe myself not to have such, I don't want others thinking otherwise.

I finally got over this bad habit!

SHOPPIN' DAY

Shoppin’ time, as always, brings me the feverish feeling of utmost excitement and nerve wrenching anticipation. Along with circumspect anxiety and stimulated palpitations, is a genteel flushing brought about by joy and shopping galore expectation.

…the same goes this bikini-shopping day!

I just have to buy some in preparation for a planned series of family (and friends’) outings. I know which target stores I’ll prioritize. I need to see and fit them all before deciding which top three I will prefer to purchase. That’s how I usually do my shopping, because I always try to go for the best. I get satisfied with those with the least number of available stocks for fear of coming face to face with another having the same as what I have. It also has to go with my style, and what I can carry along comfortably and beautifully. I’m not overly particular with the brand or the price. It just has to reflect…ME!

SCUBA

i'd really like to try it now!

actually, i love the marine life.

i enjoy watching the national geography.

i think of myself diving and being with them...

but, i can't begin to do it.

whenever i decide to do so,

fear of suffocation follows.

the what if's next.

but, this friend from canada, scott, tells me of his experiences and it makes me want to go to a diving site now and dive! to see different creatures, not too far away from shore. to even witness a school of fish. see unknown creatures like wolffish, etc. if only he's here to go with me...i'll feel much safer knowing he's done it a thousand times. i asked him of troubles in the water, like cramps, and he shared info's that eased my worries, like it can be worked out even if you're under water. Then what of oxygen problems, he then says "that's why you have a diving partner". it all sounds easy coming from him.

i hope i really get to try it! and soon....

MORE EXCITED THAN MY KID

I'm canvassing a toddler bed for my li'l girl...and its making me more excited than her. Although I'm considering a tighter budget for the month, she just don't want to go back to her crib (she said so herself!) She prefers my bed, considering its size and that she's occupying 3/4's of the space and I on the remaining...I'd rather that she have her own. Plus the fact that it's causing me back pains whenever I try transfering her 30lb. sleeping form in her deep crib.

There's so much to choose from, but I'm eyeing for a Princess theme, Dora or the Elmo that she said she prefers. Well, that will depend on the availability. Hope we get it as soon as possible!

GIRLIE ME...

i love:

dressing up
painting myself to perfection
being clean and fresh
to always be fragrant
romantic fools
flowers
kids
shopping
friends
dating
security
fashion
attention
pampering
loving
music
serenades
massage
seduction
MEN!!! haha

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

see me as who i am...
who i want to be,
do what i want to do,
give what i want to give.

if before i think more of others than myself...
now ive learned to love myself a little more than another,
not pretending,
not convincing,
just pleasing as i am as well pleased.

FISH IN MY BOWL

Amidst swirling water, bubbles, sand, rocks and underwater plant,

there peeps my black and white stripped little fishy.

Day-in, day-out inside my bowl.

Maybe he feels trapped. Maybe he feels alone.

Maybe he's bored. Maybe he's tired of the routine.

Maybe he longs for freedom. Maybe he seeks companion.

Maybe he wonders how long life would be. Maybe he hopes to be someplace else.

Maybe he used to be complete. Maybe he used to be someone.

Maybe he did something wrong. Maybe he deserved being where he is now.

Maybe he'll have another chance. Maybe his "time" will come again.

Then again...maybe not!After all he's not me!He's just a fish in my bowl.