Who am I?
S vintage star
S filipina now living in california
S obsessive-compulsive... make that compulsive-obsessive... no, obsessive-compulsive
S cold all the time (literally)
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Why is Life Cold?
i actually have a very happy life. i just saw this graphic one day and got an inspiration for another blog. why not write about the stuff that makes life cold? from the huge, catastrophic, life-altering events to the seemingly trivial, little incidents that rub you the wrong way. it doesn't have to be a personal experience, it can be something observed.
on writing these down, my intent is to learn to appreciate life more and have a better handle on things when life throws you a curve ball. i want whoever will read this to contemplate, not get depressed. hopefully, you'll share with me your experiences as well so we can learn from each other.
p.s. it doesn't always have to be cold
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Foot in Mouth Disease
He has brought goodies for the whole family. As for the stories from home, two in particular struck me. First of all, a distant cousin of ours who has licked breast cancer suddenly had a heart attack and passed away. I didn't really know Ate Annabelle. I just remember her from when I was small and we'd visit them and she would be assigned to babysitting us kids because she's the youngest in their family. But a death in the family is always a big blow. She was in her early forties, pretty young for all that tragedy. May you rest in peace, Ate Annabelle.
The second story is a little lighter, although it disturbed me too. When my brother and sister-in-law attended my cousin's wake, an uncle they don't see often asked how many kids they have.
"Three," my brother replied.
"Oh, and I see you've got another one in the way."
That comment would've been fine except for one problem - my sister-in-law isn't pregnant. My brother chuckled at telling this story, saying that as expected, his wife went on a diet the next day.
I chuckled too, but then I tried to fathom how my sister-in-law would've felt by imagining that someone said that to me. Not good. I feel even worse because I have made the same mistake. At a party several years ago, I gleefully congratulated this lady I just met for her pregnancy. In my defense, her midsection was unusually large, akin to a 7-month-pregnant woman. Plus I've overheard two other guests discussing their surprise that this lady was "on the way." Since I'm not good at small talk, I went for the obvious. Except this time, the obvious wasn't true. I was so humiliated but probably not as much as she was. I swore I'll never presume anything of that sensitive nature again.
I need to go text my sister-in-law some cheer.
