prexypinoy to the world

Paunawa: Ang susunod na lathala ay hango sa Showbiz :) I recently saw the wedding pictures of Rachelle Ann Go and her new hubby, Mr. Spies. A few years ago, I was empathizing with Rachelle, as a single lady who was often asked about her love life. (She broke up with John Prats during that time). She then went on to follow her dreams and put a mark on theatre for Filipinos for the second time as Miss Saigon- West end’s,  Gigi. I silently followed her career  from then on. I am not a big fan but I am neither a hater. I just liked the thought of her going overseas to follow her dreams, that to me, is a cool thing to do. I admire her when I saw how involved she was with her Church. I learned she’s a Christian. She offered her voice as a choir member, singing God’s praises in London. She’s often captured passionately attending church. I thought, As she was conquering her dreams, she remained faithful. And it’s a great thing cause we all know there’s a huge deal of t

“Hey now, hey now Don't dream it's over” Crowded house’s song, “Don’t dream it’s over “came into mind when I came across a post in Facebook whereby a guy confessed about his regret on not being able to listen to what his friend wants to say for the last time. The friend committed suicide the day after their hike due to depression. He mentioned, if anyone has the gift or words, please use it to save someone’s life. It’s TRUE. Sometimes, words can be very powerful. It either breaks you or lifts you. I remembered an instance wherein I was on my lowest and I felt so hopeless. It was here in Singapore. About 3-4 years ago. I had so many problems working around how I’m going to move on from where I was. I was deeply worried about so many things in my life that it affected me because it makes everything I do fade. I reached a point that I just wanted out. I had no zest to go on. I knew then that I was in a sh*thole and it’s swallowing me alive. I tried talki

Simplifying my life by quitting unnecessary habits that pull down my art of saving. But really, what is there to quit? I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I eat in minimum. Do I even shop? I’m evaluating where I could possibly save a few bucks more. And it says, quit traveling. Sigh. The thing is, it’s my simple joy. It energizes me as if it is a reset button. It’s a booster. It’s the thing that I look forward to, esp in my most difficult position. If I quit it, I don’t think I’ll be happy. Others who don’t know me think of me as “high maintenance” and really, I laugh at this term. My choices are fairly well. I’d love luxury if I can afford it, maybe once in a while? But if not, then as long as it is “presentable”. My mom was a wise spender. When I was a kid, she’d never buy very cheap items that only last half a year and you need to throw it out. She’d buy one quality product with rather “reasonable” price and it would last longer than those cheap ones.

As the end is approaching to a complete stop… (sorry, I don’t intend to brew some drama here… nope! haha) I couldn’t help but observe everything around me. The people rushing to board the train, the group of students chatting lively as they’re waiting for the bus, the cars lined up to make a left turn as green light shines. How organized! How decluttered! I can’t help but feel amazed by how it has been for me for almost seven years. I have been a stranger to this place as a foreigner who first came here to try something out for herself. I have been a newbie, learning the ropes and how to jump against it. I have been a student of life in the overseas where literally, experience is my best teacher. In here, I have been depressed. I have battled against my demons countless of times because I have felt so lonely and homesick. I was so unsure how to handle my life in a way that it meets my expectations. I was pushed to my limits of giving up because work cha

“Why I am the best person for the job?” “It’s because no other person is much more desperate than I am.” Technically, yes. I am desperate to switch companies as I’ve been with the same company ever since I started working here in Singapore. While I am grateful for the opportunity, I’m also in the look out to allow myself to grow career-wise. I prayed whether it’s for me to seek another job or to just go home and start my own biz. The answer seems to be very vague and intriguing. Where do I go from here? Believe me when I say that I have been in the same road for as many times as I can remember and I always choose the same choice, to stay. It is safe to stay. It stops you from thinking about the unknown. It allows you to go on with your planned travels for the year, that and so much more. I remembered my last year’s promise… 2018 would be a game changer. It is a year for growth and adventure. A year to be fearless in my pursuit to success. I want to keep tha

I never knew losing weight would be this difficult! Gone are those days in my childhood when I don’t gain weight at all and my parents would bring me to a doctor to have me checked. Gone are those days in my teenage years when I can eat without thinking about the consequence. Gone are those days in my early 20s when I can confidently say, weight does not bother me at all. I now find myself in a dilemma of a 30-something whereby gaining weight is a main problem. Why did I become fat? Few factors have attributed to it. One being metabolism and others, well… out of habit. Not to mention the amount of steroid I consumed when I had a horrible breakout. I am trying hard to cut down my food intake but stress gets in the way and I seem to relieve it by eating. My habits are unhealthy and this has to stop. But you know Gal Gadot, she bulked up and practically eat anything before toning it down to achieve her wonderwoman body. With that in mind, I’m thinking… I’m now

It was in a beach, with rays of light piercing her eyes through her sunglasses. They were to part their ways as graduation was fast approaching. They both have different college courses and would be in different colleges. They would soon be so busy with their new lives that this beach trip was some memory she would  later cherish. (or forget). She sat in a pavement directly across the cottage where he’s at. She was staring at him and he knew she was. He feigned nonchalance. She sighed. Perhaps she needed to accept that what she meant to him was just a friend. Nothing more. And maybe, her feelings were nothing but a joke once she decides to confess. Against the vastness of the ocean, she promised herself not to look at him like that again. And never to speak anything to him at all. -           Excerpt from the Boy forgotten

“A minor setback today is a major comeback tomorrow!” Some line I hear from guess where? A survival contest show. It is a survival contest whereby the girls are to perform and graded accordingly. And one contestant was labelled as part of the bottom 7 and she replied the line above. Perfect! I do believe that some setbacks are ways to improve ourselves. Falling apart should not mean failure at times but falling into place because maybe… we are meant to something better. We should look at life in a bigger picture and not be too engrossed with looking at the minor details. A painting, when you look at it closely, does not really make sense but when you move few steps away from it, it’s completely on a different level. Like life. Our lives are made up of pursuits. We accomplish one thing by letting go of something. We take further steps back only to have that powerful push to propel further. I don’t believe in quitting as an end, but I do believe that when you q

Every one of us has this certain story of how we introduced ourselves to what later become our friends, right? And mine is not different. Not at all. Seven years ago, I came to Singapore with nothing but guts and hope to back me up. I didn’t have lots of money or amazing work experience. No friends either. (other than the ones who came with me) I came to an office made up of a small group of staff. The one who trained me, was well, she’s nice but rough. She taught me fast and I need to absorb it as quick as she talks. She would scold me and I would feel so ashamed for never have I been treated like that in my entire life, especially in a workplace. But I think everyone goes through that phase, I’m no different. At school, I am focused and I studied hard. I was never the type who would skip class or sleep in it. I was a teacher’s pet, a friendly classmate, the group leader, the class president. Modesty aside, I was hired even before I graduated! haha In my new workp

What I learned in FRIENDSHIPS are these: 1)       No matter how honest you are, You are honest only to people who want you to be honest. For example, a friend who is open to criticisms and is cool about it, whether or not she asks if the dress looks good on her, and you honestly say it sucks on her… she will accept it and thank you for being honest. For friends who are less open and defensive, they’d think you are talking negativities. Choose wisely. 2)       You can’t expect someone to be open to you no matter how open you are to them. Hide your cards well. Never assume they owe it to you too. 3)       Be complete even if it means removing people in your life. Our heart is made up of people who occupies space in it. But not everyone deserves the spot. Remove them. At one point it will become a hole but true people who deserve it will occupy it sooner than you think. 4)       Be kind but firm. Being nice is good but don’t let people construe you as someone “spinele

Why do we cry when we say goodbye? Goodbyes are the hardest not because everything changes as the person leaves, but because CHANGE is in itself, scary. This April, I have three friends who packed up their SG life. While I tried so hard to maintain composure, it saddens me that the people I am attached to are slowly getting fewer as the days go by. T_T (Believe me when I say that I am not this sentimental when I was younger. Iba na ang nagkakaedad.) Packing up your SG life means leaving your job, your home for the last few years, your new comfort zone and completely starting over again—back home or someplace else. I don’t know if Pinoys who work in SG agree with me when I say that, the moment you decide to work in SG is the moment you know that SG is the “means to an end”. SG is promising as it allows you to have a better income and it is strategic enough to let you scoot anywhere in the world because it is the best travel hub with the most amazing airport. To most o

So I am here again, in this state, in this black hole. I noticed, every time someone tests my career, I get so caught up with it that I feel exhausted. One thought about leaving my job provoked me into thinking a hundred details more. As I thought about why I am always put on the edge whenever this happens, I have come up with these stems of concerns: 1)       My finances. I am so afraid to have nothing and to die in poverty. Period. Sometimes I feel like I am overreacting. What is there to be worried about when I am single? And the beauty of being single is to live a carefree life, unabashed by thoughts of your child’s milk or diapers. Right? 2)       My comfort. I grew comfy--- far too comfy--- in my own little world here in SG. I have my own room (although with a roommate), I enjoy the peace of having a haven after a long day’s work with nothing to think about but my dinner and what movie to binge on Netflix. Not to mention the speedy internet that lets me st