Livin' La Vida Donya

It's hard enough to decide on your own when you need to move on. But believe me, it's harder to watch someone you love decide to not move on at all. Even if you know it's not doing the person any good, yet that person believes that whatever is happening is because it's fate and that's how life chooses to treat that person. I was once in that intersection. Not such good streets to be in. I was stuck. I was thinking of whether or not I should take the jump. Without thinking, I took it. Then after a few full moons, I was stuck again. It got me thinking whether or not my first decision was right at all. My sister bought a book before, "Who Moved My Cheese?". It was always in the hallway and I never bothered to pick it up. That was around 3 years ago. When I was walking in the library last month, I suddenly remembered the title and looked it up. The whole book didn't take me an hour to read. I just kept flipping through page after page. It was an ea

It amazes me how vivid my dreams are. Sometimes, I can recall a whole dream from start to finish. Even to this day, I can remember some dreams I had when I was 10 years old. And that's more than 15 years ago. Can you just imagine what joy and fear I have mixed up in me when I experience a deja vu? That feeling of knowing something will happen the moment it happens. For some of the dreams, I don't mind them happening in real life. Why? Because I just simply couldn't remember them. When I wake up, I try to remember my dream. So that way, I don't experience a deja vu. That way, it doesn't come true. However there are some dreams that I just instantly forget the moment I open my eyes. And that's when I start to get scared. From all the dreams I've had, I distinctly remember a few. There's one dream however I constantly fear once I enter it. That instance where your body and mind knows your asleep and you consciously and unconsciously know you've entere

You can't imagine how bored I am now. I sort of dread to sleep because I know I'll wake up in about 5-7 hours only to decide whether I'll sleep another 2 hours. Then once I've finally decided to wake up and take a bath, I just cook and clean and well.... wait for my husband to get home so that we can sleep again. (this was how blank I felt) I know, I know. I should find other things to do to occupy my time. But seriously. How much can I do? Of course if I had unlimited resources, it would be easy. (What am I babbling about? I'm a DONYA! OF COURSE there are unlimited resources! Let's just look at it as......) If only I had a bored-mate that we can hang with each other and talk to each other, then maybe I won't be so bored. Now I know how it truly feels like to be a Donya. Everything is done for you and well.... you just have to sit pretty. Other than laying and sitting pretty most of the time, here are some of the things I've already done to take

So while I'm thinking of things to do while I'm in this state of being a housewife-donya, I depended on watching sitcoms. There's the traditional classics like Friends, Fraser, and Seinfeld. Then there's the more current ones that have seem to been getting a lot of "they'll be the next [insert classic here] show". The current ones are The Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother, King of Queens, etc. But one thing these sitcoms all have in common is that they make such a big fuss about keeping traditions. Whether it's a holiday tradition, a tradition to show their "bond", a tradition of an inside-joke, or well just any kind. These sitcoms have ingrained in society that keeping these ways is important because of how we all grow with it. Then in time, we see ourselves in the shoes of others because somehow, the tradition lived on just how it was back in the day. Only this time, in younger eyes. So this pressured me and my husband. Should we s

There's a new McDonald's commercial on TV. It's about how the restaurant's been there filling the history of people. It showed how friendships were built, how relationships started, and how life does go by but still, the restaurant remained the same. It's one of the best commercials I've seen. Not a lot of drama, gimmicks, but just a strong message of "being a part of something". Obviously, watching this brought me to tears. And the good kind. The title of the commercial is "Flashback". The best thing about the commercial is the music they used. It seemed nostalgic yet modern. So when the song finally hit that side of my brain labelled L-S-S, I decided to look it up. With only snippets of lyrics, Google did the rest. The song was Older Brother by Pepper Rabbit. As I read the lyrics, the more I cried. It didn't send out a message of joy or bliss. It was actually a song about a suicide. It was a song about a friend talking about his f

My husband and I were complaining once. It was cold, it was windy, and well.... the bus wasn't coming at all. We were waiting out in the cold for almost 20 minutes and it seemed a hell of a lot longer with mother nature scolding us and slapping our faces with her ice cold wind. So, I ended up getting irritated with us. That all we could muster up in this situation was more negativity. So we decided to think of the worst and this wasn't it. We decided to say, "no problem". Having making ourselves believe that we weren't having any problems, we then decided to come up with diva problems. Since I AM a donya and my husband, obviously either a don or a jardinero-affair, we came up with "beat my problem!". In a very diva way, we'd have to express our problems out of being rich, elite, money magnets, spoon-fed, and well, basically spoiled and well-off. Of course, which of us having the better answer to, "So, what's your problem?" would w