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You are reading M marks the spot, where I get to share to you some of the juiciest details of my life.
Why is it so hard to aspire? To aspire for too much? Too little? What does it take for one to be contented with something? To refrain from asking? To appreciate what one has? To know what to aspire for? To have faith at the things being thrown at one’s way? To have faith in myself? To gain some people’s faith in me?
*sigh*
I am sick and tired of myself at times. I am so weary of explaining myself.
Earlier, I went to a wake. My lolo’s half sister recently passed away at the ripe old age of 93. I went by myself, mainly because I had an argument with my mother and thus, I didn’t get to join her yesterday.
This marks the first time I went to a relative’s wake by my lonesome, as an adult. Going there was not some obligatory thing like tagging along with some elder, visiting someone’s wake, but rather as someone who was sad over someone’s demise. Lola Vic was really a kind woman by nature, and I can even recall her words more clearly than my own grandmother’s. I also love her whole family. They are my closest relatives. My cousins – her apo – were like sisters to me.
There are moments in one’s life when you really feel the passing of time, and this was one of those moments. Of course, there’s the obvious – lola vic could be said as fortunate, since she got to live to her 90s, and see most of her grandchildren graduate from college.
But there are also those things that aren’t as obvious. For example, I was surprised to find out from one of my aunts that our ‘kid’ cousin (who’s actually 20 by now) brought along her boyfriend to the wake. I was rather surprised, because 1) like I’ve just mentioned, I’ve always viewed her to be my kid cousin 2) I didn’t realize my uncle already approved of her daughters having boyfriends. I also met my ninang at the wake. I kind of felt bad for her because her weak knee was causing her pain and thus, she couldn’t really get out of the house much.
Topic of conversations also changes. Before, it was us - the older set of kids – who got asked what course to take and what school to go to. Now, it’s those babies who we cooed over when we were adolescents who get asked what college would they be attending. Talk revolves around what kind of job does one have, or if anyone has plans of going abroad, when am I going to get married, things like that.
I’ve realized my family isn’t as cookie cutter, as ideal, or even as typical as what other families may seem to be. Hearing about their stories sometimes pain me, because they aren’t always as rosy, as happy, as one might want it to be. But overall, I can still say that I’m blessed with the kind of family that I have. I am fortunate that I can still say I care enough to be part of significant events in my family’s life, whether it be wake, birthdays, graduations, weddings, etc., as well as hear about the not-so-significant ones.
I hope that Lola Vic would rest in peace. I also with the same for her husband, lolo art. My own lolo Dom and lola Sayong.
1.The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?
The I WANT list. (first of hopefully many parts)
I want to be more confident around adults. I want to learn how to socialize with them and be more comfortable around them in my own skin. I know, I’m technically an adult, but in many ways I just feel like an overaged kid.
Yesterday, I chickened out of attending a general meeting of one of the professional organization’s chapters. Why? Basically, I found myself in the middle of a formal looking café, in guys twice my age in monkey business suits. I felt out of place in my jeans and sneakers. And above all, I knew no one among those who were present. Plus, I’m also being asked to pay 600 bucks – which would have been more bearable to part with if I felt I would have enjoyed myself (hey, I was on a mission to belong!), but sadly, I just didn’t feel that way last night. So I just left.
I just don’t know how to fit in with older people. By nature, I have always been the wallflower type, whether in family reunions or kiddie parties. I just don’t want to be noticed at all, especially not adults, who I felt would often find something to pick on once they’ve noticed me. Oftentimes, I just shrank back and ignored people, since I just felt really clumsy around them. So much so that unfortunately, some people mistook this for snobbishness.
I thought I outgrew this habit in college, since I think I was able to get out of my shell, befriend people, and actually got to bond with them. But it just came back in full force after I graduated.
Well, going back, even though in theory we should have been all on equal footing since we were all professionals, in reality, it just didn’t feel like way. It’s largely a psycho thing – me feeling like a kid/subordinate/apprentice hence insubstantial / inadequate / incompetent / name all the other ‘i' adjectives you could think of. Heck, one of the partners in our firm was there, so the subordinate part would be true! Although, in retrospect, I think no one would really make me feel that way. So it’s just largely something I just conjured up in my mind.
I was really bothered by it that I asked advice from a friend later last night, when I met him online. He gave me sensible advice. Initiate conversation. Extract their profile. He told me not to overrate conversation with older people, and it’s just the same with the younger ones. I should also get comfortable with the idea of conflict.
Given my predisposition towards older people, it’s not really that hard to tell where all that hesitation came from. Anyway, he is right. Next time, I would try not to think too much about sitting and talking with a bunch of them.
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I want to cut my hair.
I’ve been wanting to cut my hair for the longest time. It’s so long now. But I couldn’t seem to do it. Why? I’m scared of regretting it once I’ve parted with my long hair. I’m scared of enduring the long, agonizing months of growing my hair back. People tell me I look better with long hair. I know Marvin likes me better with long hair. My hair is my safety blanket!
But stop. I mean, why am I growing my hair anyway? I should feel good about it, not feel dragged by it. It’s just a plus that other people like it, but really. I should learn how to live my life on my own terms. I can’t even get a grip on simple things like cutting my hair.
Argh.
Congratulate me if I ever get through this.=(
Some useless facts about my birthday....
Your date of conception was on or about 3 March 1981 which was a Tuesday.
You were born on a Tuesday
under the astrological sign Sagittarius.
Your Life path number is 9.
Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 & 9.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1 & 5.
You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 7 & 11.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 8 & 22.
The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2444932.5.
The golden number for 1981 is 6.
The epact number for 1981 is 24.
The year 1981 was not a leap year.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/5/1981 and ending 1/24/1982.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Rooster.
Your Native American Zodiac sign is Owl; your plant is Mistletoe.
You were born in the Egyptian month of Menchir, the second month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).
Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 27 Heshvan 5742.
Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 28 Heshvan 5742.
The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.18.8.8.8 which is
12 baktun 18 katun 8 tun 8 uinal 8 kin
The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Tuesday, 26 Muharram 1402 (1402-1-26).
The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 19 April 1981.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 26 April 1981.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 4 March 1981.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 7 June 1981.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 14 June 1981.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 29 September 1981.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Sunday, 19 April 1981.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 3 March 1981.
As of 1/28/2007 7:23:14 AM EST
You are 25 years old.
You are 302 months old.
You are 1,314 weeks old.
You are 9,196 days old.
You are 220,711 hours old.
You are 13,242,683 minutes old.
You are 794,560,994 seconds old.
Celebrities who share your birthday:
Katherine Heigl (1978) | William F. Buckley, Jr. (1925) | Dale Carnegie (1888) |
Scott Joplin (1868) | Bat Masterson (1853) | Zachary Taylor (1784) |
Top songs of 1981
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.59921722113503 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)
There are 300 days till your next birthday
on which your cake will have 26 candles.
Those 26 candles produce 26 BTUs,
or 6,552 calories of heat (that's only 6.5520 food Calories!) .
You can boil 2.97
In 1981 there were approximately 3.6 million births in the
In 1981 the
In 1981 in the
In 1981 in the
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the
In 1981 the population of
In 1981 there were approximately 235,842 births in
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Your birthstone is Citrine
The Mystical properties of Citrine
Citrine is said to help one connect with Spirit.
Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers,
Yellow Topaz,
Your birth tree is
Ash Tree, the Ambition
Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.
There are 331 days till Christmas 2007!
There are 344 days till Orthodox Christmas!
The moon's phase on the day you were
born was waning crescent.