Meet JIGO, my new baby...

Things became too rough between us the past few days. To name what causes all these: tight schedule, heavy workloads, gloomy weather, unrest body, etc… My hubby suspected that I’m looking around and I honestly admit my guilt on that part. I just came into a realization that I can no longer stand the sudden boredom we’re into now.

Day was gloomy the other Saturday. For the first time over three years, we are about to play badminton again with my hubby’s long lost friends. We are in the convenient store sitting against the glass wall indulging ourselves with all those good subjects captured with his kit, when I started swinging my mood upon hearing such nasty side comment from my companion. Next scenario was two cold bodies staring on the rain waiting to get through. Speechless. Walk-out drama ended the scene. If there’s such human called walk-out Drama King (counterpart for Drama Queen), that would be me. Down, offended lonely body, I left the badminton court carried a heavy heart.

Sitting in the train kept undecided where to go, I just find myself in the city’s best rare shops. I learned the place through my ex years ago, but I noticed lots of changes- it’s bigger and better now. I been planning to drop in the place for the nth times and I’m glad that I made it this time.

I’m moving on the second store when I noticed somebody nailed looking at me. Surprised, I managed my composure- he’s cute and nice, no doubt. God knows how much I tried to ignore him but he’s too tempting. My heart pounded fast which cause me hard breathing when I had a chance to get closer. I gave him a hand and I was surprised when he gave his too. He started showing kind gestures and now I got totally impressed. I tried to ignore his smile but not those big eyes that are really kind, so as those sweet lips and white teeth. He's bit small and chub, but who cares. I have fetish for chubs anyway.

Before I totally lost my control, I discreetly managed to leave the store. “He likes you,” that’s the word I heard from the girl in the counter. I just mumbled and gave her a smile. I like him too. But it’s not right to get hooked right away, besides I don’t have faith in love at first sight.

I became too pre-occupied the next days. I even dreamed of him on Sunday night causing me to call the store and check if he’s around. Good that I saved his digits. Do I sound stalking now? It gave me a relief to know that he’s still there persistently waiting. I decided to see him again. I will never loose the opportunity this time. I’ll win him no matter what it takes. I won’t even consider my hubby’s thought, its for our own good. It’s all about my happiness and I’m in full control of my own decision.

I set the date on the night of Wednesday (July 22)- just in time for some very special occasions. The arrangement is that I will pick him in the same store and will introduce him to my hubby. I can’t figure out what will happen on that day. Nevertheless, I ensure for one thing. It will surely be another heart-warming history recorded and immortalized in our never-ending love story as we are moving on another year of good companionship. It was indeed a Happy Birthday and Anniversary for my hubby.

I need space...

There are times in our life when we want some times alone. I am not an exemption. I, too, need time for self-realization. I want to re-energize and establish self-reconnection. I want some quiet moments to exchange thoughts with myself. I missed myself a lot and if I could only walk away, I want to spend single day, alone.

It is not that I am leaving my responsibilities and commitments. Or that’s I’m no longer happy with my life. Heaven knows how much I appreciate all I have now – my loving family and a caring relationship, an interesting job and circle of candid friends. They are my comfort zone. And I’ll do anything, no matter what it takes, just to win them.

Maybe, I just need some space where I can move my spiky elbows without hurting anyone. I just want to figure things out, have a self-assessment and boost my worth.

Believe me mid-life crisis is tough, so as, tantrums.

Support on Gender Advocacy...

PSALM Union on Gender Advocacy (PUGAD) logo depicts an unwavering commitment to the objectives of gender advocacy by establishing a seamless environment between society particularly in the workplace and the structures of governance in policy formulation and decision-making. The core image is the flying dove symbolizing every one’s freedom to explore ones creativity and opportunities in the pursuit of excellence. The scale represents justice and unbiased ministry of the law in fulfilling mandates on various gender issues. These are the values that should be instilled in the heart and mind of every PSALM employees as signified by the cranium. The sphere is the wider community outside the corporation subject of PSALM’s social responsibility program. It can be the world as a whole, where common values and support on gender advocacy will be a way of life.

The secondary colors of purple, orange and green have significance in the program. Purple is for gender advocacy while Orange is represents the fire of youthful determination and dedication of PSALM to its objectives. It is also the dominant color of the corporation. Green is life that signifies hope of the advocacy and concern for the environment. The black and white has a contrasting effect, but just like yin and yang, one becomes inter-dependent with each other, creating in the end a balance of all the elements.

When viewed from the top, the logo reveals the depiction of the symbols sealed in a holder like a nest. In the long run, PUGAD will be the home for everyone who envisions a peaceful world that upholds gender equality.

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It was my official entry on the recently held "PSALM Logo and Naming Contest" which also institutionalizing the corporate support on gender advocacy. It bested the other nine entries during the initial assessment done by the committee but deliberation was done when technicality observed. Eerrr... I overlooked the 500-word essay, instead, i made less of the requirement. Nevertheless, i appreciate the recognition made by the committee when they presented my piece during the program and handed me a token sort of recognition. It was not bad after all, though i still missed the opportunity to be remembered through my work, and that such chance for me was too important to loose.

CSW2009

For Mom...

Vaccine, Anyone?...

I find a hard time getting off the bed this morning. My both arms are still in pain. Vaccination is tough (I know, it’s ridiculous for a man like me freaky saying it that way). But who will object? Who like the idea of taking that sanitized pointed sharp fine stainless steel is pierced in your muscles to inject millimeters of fluids from those capsules. Actually, the act of sitting in row and waiting for your name to be called, seeing the sting reactions of those newly infused colleagues exited on that small improvised clinic on the hall are more thrilling. The injection procedure is not that painful as I tried. Maybe the lollipop served while we are waiting has something to do with it (lol), but I appreciate the nurse great technique. I thought such circumstance will all be fine not until I returned on my desk and felt the fluids penetrate on muscles causing my both arms be numbed and hurt. I tried to ignore it, but pain gets severe minute after minute. I just avoided extra movements and attended on my emails instead. I even went home early to take a good rest.

Anyhow the best reward after all the pain is the benefit of being flu-free for the whole year. Yippeee!

Purple and Gender...