On Politics, Religion and Topics That “Matter”

If you’re my friend on any of my social media networks, you probably would have noticed that I mostly talk about relatively minor and “shallow” stuff.

You know, fluff.

Like cat videos, animes, stuff that I recently purchased, what I ate 2 minutes ago, etc.

All sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Of unicorns, rainbows, and cotton candy clouds.

You get my drift.

It’s not that I don’t have an opinion on topics that “matter”, I just think that these topics are just too polarizing to even discuss.

There’s no right or wrong answer.

No candidate is the “best” or the “worst”.

It all really depends on personal preference.

Most people, if not all, already have a fixed opinion on certain things so I really don’t see the point on why I should be contributing to the heated debates already happening everywhere.

Is this what you call being apathetic?

Maybe.

Personally, I like to think that I’m just not the confrontational type.

And I like minding my own business.

XOXO,

On Death and Dying

I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell.

I think that when you die, you just disappear from existence.

And that’s not such a bad thing.

Or sometimes, I think that the moment you die and close your eyes, you immediately get reborn the next moment.

 

On people and relationships

Is it possible to be so socially exhausted even if I haven’t been interacting with people much?

My introvertion has reached an all-time high.

Seriously.

I haven’t been spending time with people aside from Artie, my family and a few select friends.

I’ve met a few people here and there when I attend blog events but I’ve never really bonded with anyone new or thought of anyone who I can consider a ‘friend’.

Most are usually still at the level of ‘acquaintance’.

At most, I can categorize them as my ‘Facebook/twitter/instagram Friend’.

Friendship is something I’ve never craved for, unlike some people who are always seem to be in search of people who will accept them, like them and love them.

I was always happy to be alone, with my nose in a book, or be in front of my computer the whole day.

I never had the urge to be around people.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I have friends and (I think) I know how to connect with people.

But it takes a special kind of someone for me to open up to and actually be comfortable around with.

Lately, I haven’t found someone like that.

I don’t know when this all started.

When did I start becoming so distrustful of people?

Even people who I used to consider as friends don’t really feel like they’re my friends anymore.

I suppose it’s inevitable because people do change over time. And right now, I feel like I have nothing in common with people I once considered my soulmates.

It has come to the point that sometimes, I feel that these friends are now being judgemental just because we’re not on the same page of the Book of Life.

At the same time, I’ve met new people who I can relate to more, but nothing close to someone who I can bare my innermost feelings.

When you see people gossip and hear people talk about others behind their backs all the time, it just makes you re-evaluate your relationships.

It’s just everywhere. On Facebook, on Twitter, on Whatsapp/Viber/LINE chats.

I don’t even need to go out of my house and I see people backstabbing people everywhere.

I don’t claim to be a saint, though. I have had my own share of gossiping.

But others are just so extreme. I can’t even explain it in words.

It’s like some people live to gossip. To talk about people and their (un)fortunate circumstances.

Sigh.

And this is why I prefer to be around cats. Not dogs, but cats.

Cats don’t crave for attention. They tell you when they want to eat, then they leave you alone.

But then they surprise you with those rare moments when they just suddenly want to hang out with you for no reason at all.

No expectations, no pressure.

No negativity, no gossip.

No hate. Just comfortable silence.

I’ve had it with people and their agendas.

*sinks lower into introvert land*

XOXO,

Kick Me When I’m Down

One of the worst things in life is when someone very important to you says that he has no confidence in you.

Especially when you’ve been trying your hardest to deal with things the best way you can.

I don’t think anyone deserves to be treated this way.

Artie-ism #1

(Opens the box of Krispy Kreme and sees this…)

Me (annoyed): Ano ba yan! Nag iwan ka pa. Ba’t di mo na inubos. One bite na lang eh.
Artie: Diet ako eh. Baket ba?

RAAAAWR.

Thanks Krispy Kreme Philippines for today’s treat! <3

XOXO,

Peer Pressure is Fun…

… when you’re in your 20s.

When peer pressure is all about drinking ’till you drop, or partying even when you don’t feel like it, or just going on naughty adventures with your friends, it could be fun.

But when you’re in your 30s, and your friends are pressuring you to have a baby when you clearly have personal reasons NOT to, it kind of gets really frustrating, annoying and just plain exasperating.

Friends, I love you, but if this “baby pressure talk” happens every single time we meet, please don’t wonder why I’m not so excited to meet up with you guys.

I don’t mind listening to you while you all talk about how wonderful it is it be a mother, or share breastfeeding tips and parenting tips.

In fact, I quite enjoy these talks as I store all of these information for future use.

But when you guys start the “Kayo naman!” or “Bilis, sabay tayo this year!” like it’s some kind of game, I just want to end the night, go home and play World of Warcraft.

Don’t get me wrong. I want to be a mother, too. In fact, I spend every so often daydreaming how wonderful it would be  to have a little girl as cute as me, teaching her all the kikayness in the world.

I understand that you’re all high on the joys of parenthood. I get that.

(I feel the same when it comes to my furbabies. Probably not the same degree, but you know what I mean.)

Who needs a baby when you already have this?

But I believe that having children is a personal choice by a husband and wife and should not be forced ON by any one else.

Clearly, if a couple is obviously not ready to have children, who are you to say that they should already have one?

Everyone has different life situations.

Also, saying things like “A baby brings blessings.” and “God will make sure everything works out.” doesn’t really help your agenda.

While I do agree that babies are indeed blessings, and God will provide when the time comes, I still think that it’s ultimately the choice of the husband and wife to make an informed decision when to have a baby or not, and not base it on chance or something so abstract.

I can, however, agree with you when you tell me that having a baby at a later age might be hard on my body. That’s a topic I don’t mind talking about because  it’s something I spend time thinking about, too.

I’m definitely not getting any younger.

But honestly, the idea that we must and should have babies just so we can receive blessings (and just because everyone is having babies left and right) is beyond me.

Friends, I really just want to spend time catching up with you, so less of the peer pressure please?

XOXO,

#PetPeeve: When People Tell Me To Eat More

One of my biggest pet peeve is when people always tell me to eat more at meal times.

There’s actually nothing wrong with asking if I want more, but the way people ask me just makes me lose my appetite and makes me not want to eat at all.

During meal time, I’m usually the first one to finish. I would be joining in the conversation, enjoying the feeling of being pleasantly satiated, and then it comes…

“Yan lang kakainin mo?” [Is that the only thing you’ll eat?] (with matching judge-y, disapproving face)

The more that people tell me to eat more, the more I lose my appetite and the more I won’t eat.

I could never understand the so-called joy of eating.

I think this is precisely why I don’t enjoy eating.

No fail, every meal time at family gatherings, someone will be pointing out the little amount of food I have on my plate.

(Little is probably relative, compared to the mountain of food on that someone’s plate. Harumph!)

There are times when I want to reply, “Yeah, I really don’t feel like stuffing my face and getting fat kasi eh.” and then give the same judge-y look on their plate exploding with food.

But as usual, I would just smile politely and laugh.

Nakakawalang gana, promise.

You know, just because I don’t eat a lot doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate food.

I know how to appreciate a scrumptious meal. But I don’t need to eat a lot of it. And just because I don’t eat a lot of the food doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it or I didn’t like it.

I prefer to eat in smaller, frequent meals than eating big meals.

This means, I eat around 5-6 times a day. Yes, believe it or not. That means I eat breakfast, 2nd breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner, midnight snack, and more snacks in between those meals.

I don’t like the feeling of being full.

Since I’ve been eating this way since I was little, I could say I have a smaller  stomach compared to some people. If I eat more than my usual serving, I would end up feeling sick, bloated and nauseated. Why in the world would I want to put myself in that situation?

Just because I don’t eat a lot of the food, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate your cooking.

I know some relatives get all huffy when I don’t eat  a lot of the food they prepared. But really, isn’t it equally rude to force someone to eat and make them uncomfortable when you embarrass them in public saying stuff like, “Why? You don’t like my cooking?”

Talk about putting someone in the hot seat.

/sigh

/rantOver

Anyway, this little blog post just came to me when I was enjoying my midnight snack of Spam Tocino, on bread with cream cheese.

So people, remember, I’m not anorexic and neither am I on a forever diet.

I actually eat what I want, whenever I want and as much as I want. (Yes, as much as I want, not what YOU want.)

The reason why I’m skinny is not because I don’t eat, as people assume, but because of genetics. Take a good look at my mom and dad, and siblings. ;)

And you’re right, I’m probably not the best person to go on a food trip with, so stop forcing me to eat more.

But if anyone wants to invite me out to dinner, I can appreciate fine dining as the servings as small ;)

XOXO,