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I received this award from one of the first few persons who welcomed me in the blogosphere. A good friend and a talented writer. Thanks for this I LOVE YOUR BLOG award, Lotus Flower. This early, someone is loving what I do. BTW, I do love your blog, too.

Now I have to pass this to my friends in the blogging world. But first the rules:

 

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The rules of the award are:

1. The winner can put the logo on her blog.
2. Link the person you received your award from.
3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.
4. Put links of those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message on the blogs of those you have nominated.

Previous awardees: Mabelle, Prily, Ate Norma, I Love Philippines Too, Shenga, Nova, WebbieStuffs, Nancy, Webloglearner, Pinay Wahm, and My So Called Life, Let’s Spice Things Up, Beauty and Shop, Idealpinkrose, allin, kimchiland, Korean Food, The Paper Vision, Embrace Simplicity, Me and Mine, A Window To Our World, A Grateful Heart, Can of Thoughts, A Mother’s Stuff, Housewife @ Work, MommaWannabe, ibanag cooking, pinaysinglemommy.
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I am passing this award to riablahgs, mommy liza, manilenya, pinayjade, shabem, hotmomma, desperateblogger, barefootedme, crissyhaven, brownpinay, labubblychica, mommyelvz, ezrah, toni, sheila, pinaymommy, anefallarme, and braniac. You know I love your blogs so much. =)

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When I started going with a man I’ll call Joel, no one instantly liked him. My friends told me that we didn’t look good together. They didn’t even like his hair. And his eyes.

When I admitted that Joel and I had talked about living together, I was met with sighs then later on violent reactions and then the serious talk came in last. Living in with a boyfriend apparently is not a cool thing to do, not for my friends and definitely not with my son, Chollo who has a dad and is not looking for another one.

I think kids don’t like the sharing part much, perhaps it’s the fear of losing the only person they originally thought were theirs. I don’t blame them. They probably suspect that they would be forced to accept what they have no intention of accepting. It’s not easy to make the kids like who you like. For that matter, it’s not easy being a single mom. Or a kid with a single mom. Or even the man entering the life of a girl plus one.

Well, things never got much better with Joel. We parted ways eventually. Thank God. He was a womanizer and a flirt. And it took me two years to finally give up the guy. Now, his face can be seen in one of those billboards along EDSA.

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Have you seen how many self-help books are out there? I was in the bookstore today to buy my little one a new notebook and I ventured to the book section. Unluckily, the first aisle I went into was the self-help/psychology books. And they’re so many. Self-help books have become a thriving business. But it’s excessive. There are hundreds on love alone. Then there are books on addiction, self-esteem, even self-help on shopping. Maybe they could also provide a title on self-help book addiction.

Whatever happened to good old bestsellers? I think they’re still out there but getting fewer by the day. The books I’ve purchased lately are classics like because I can’t find newer titles that are interesting.

It’s startling to see that there’s a variety of books on any kind of behavior or addiction or condition. We now have love addicts, doormat syndrome, workaholics, sex addicts, OC syndrome. Maybe it has got a little out of hand. Maybe there is really a need for it. But it doesn’t make sense sometimes. It’s like we are living in a world where every which you turn you encounter a disease or a problem. Again, whatever happened to good old simple living?

If progress would mean this, seeing ourselves helpless and sick and not able to figure out on our own what to do, then the most addicted or sickest of us all will get the most benefit out of this crazy self-help publishing trend.

I don’t know. I’m probably the sickest of us all. Judging these books. Passing judgment is the oldest addiction. But I haven’t found a book on the subject. If ever you see one, just throw it in my direction please.

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Have you experienced this ladies? Just last month, as I was going through my usual routine of preparing my kid to school, I had a serious mid-week crisis. No, not midlife crisis. Mid-week. I don’t know if it was brought about by stress or hunger or whatever. I think I hadn’t eaten anything that particular morning.

You see, for the past four years I have been a mild-mannered, laid-back stay-at-home mom. It is a strange life compared to the rat race I came from. I was used to rushing to meet deadlines and sales targets that it was difficult for me stay put in one corner doing nothing. Now, the only deadline I need to meet is my daughter’s toilet time.

On the midweek in question, I passed by a garbage dump after I brought my kid to school. I saw an old lady with a cute Gucci bag. She was dressed decent enough but the odd thing was, she was fishing a hamburger out of the trash. I took a second look (to see if her bag was genuine) and saw her placing the burger inside the designer bag she carried. Now, I don’t want to judge or anything but she was properly dressed and she looked normal to me. Which got me thinking, and I thought real deep. Will I do the same thing when I grow old?

Would I walk some old streets with a designer bag and pick up spoiled food from a trash bin? Honestly, the disturbing image of the old lady made me fear growing old even more. It made me desperate. It made me go to my manicurist and tried on a different shade of nail polish. It nearly made me want to chop off my hair and try sporting shorter hair. I even considered overdosing on glutathione and other anti-aging supplements.

This is not a laughing matter. I don’t want to spend my old age going through other people’s garbage or walking on some random streets singing vintage Madonna’s songs. Seriously.

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