Tuesday, September 30, 2014

It's been a year and 7 days! ❤️

Media depicts exciting/passionate love as one to have crazy fights and crazy make up sex / romantic moments all the time. But I think you can have the latter without suffering the former on a regular basis. I must admit that crazy fights can add spice to a relationship but it can be incredibly draining too. It's like, when you fight all the time, even if you do make up afterwards, all these little moments of stress add up and eventually you'll get emotionally and physically tired of it. At least, that's how I feel. That's how we were before.

I think the reason why Pau and I are doing much better now than we did when we were younger is because now we have learned to choose our battles. (Of course I'd also like to think that by now we have grown fully functioning brains aka we have matured).

This is not to say we don't have misunderstandings. We actually do, we also get annoyed at each other like every other day. But unlike before when we would fight or argue about it, no matter how petty, (such drama, gah!), we would simply take a deep breath, asses what really is bothering us (whether it's really the other person or maybe were just feeling especially cranky at the moment) and then we work from there or we get over it on our own. Whichever is applicable.

We do fight, we're not machines, and yes we do get a bit crazy about it sometimes, but like I said, we have learned to choose our battles (most of the time). I don't pretend to be a relationship expert, because each relationship is unique plus no one really knows what's going on in one except for the actual people involved, right? I'm just saying that I'm in a really good place with Pau right now simply because we now know what it feels like to lose the other, and this time around, we know that it has always been "us". It had to be "us". We want it to be "us". 


Happy anniversary to us! (September 22, 2014)

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Goodbye to my brother Chase, the consummate survivor.

I get hit by moments of unbearable sadness several times a day and all I can do is cry it out and remind myself that you are okay now. Heaven is surely much better than this place. There you are young again, free from pain and suffering.

I miss those great big cherub eyes, your disastrous fat tail and clumsy giant paws. I miss your enormous and heavy head on my lap, your horrible farts in the middle of the night, your loud-ass snoring, your James Earl Jones sounding bark, your impatient howling when its dinner time, your morning wake up sneeze on my face. I miss everything about you buddy.

I know you were the one who kept peeing in the band room and that's okay. Tumtum peed on the bed and Padfoot peed on Paulo so you guys are all off the hook.

Watch over us always, make sure Tumtum finishes his food and Padfoot behaves himself and doesn't go through the dog food bag when were not home.

I have been with you almost everyday for 8 long years, and the day I first met you, it was love at first sight. At first I didn't want to adopt a dog because I said I didn't have time to care for one plus I was scared to be emotionally attached because I know this day would come. But when I saw you, I immediately loved you with all my heart, I promised I would care for you and protect you. And I did. And in turn you gave me your unconditional love, the comfort of your presence and two beautiful sons.

We are your fourth family and sometimes I cannot help but wonder how could your previous foster family put you up for adoption when you are the best friend anyone could ask for, but I'm glad they did because then we wouldn't have the blessing that was you.

The only time I felt close to this kind of grief was when you decided to swim during Typhoon Ondoy and we feared that we lost you forever. But you were tough, you survived and we called you our immortal dog. But now, I know I'll never be ever to hold you again and that is the toughest part of losing someone.

I know this grief will pass and in time only the happy memories will remain. Our baths, our walks, our cuddles, you helping me out in the kitchen, our talks, our games, our adventures, how you would remove my socks for me, how you would chase after me and snap at my butt when I roller blade around you, how you would wake me up every morning by nuzzling me... we have so much happy memories my Cheesy Poofs. But for now, it's just really hard to get used to your absence.

You were the one who kept me sane all those years I was living alone. You took all my stress and problems away with a simple wag of your tail. With you, I became a better person. Thank you for teaching me all these Chase; because everyday I strive to be the person you believed me to be.

Your kids are missing you, but don't worry about them, they have me and Paulo. We will do our best to give them the best home we can provide.

I love you Chase. You are my first and oldest dog. At 13-15 years old, you've lived a good long life filled with happiness and love. Enjoy Heaven and say hello to God for me. I pray everyday that he will make you your favorite spaghetti and meatballs and give you lots of tennis balls to play with.

Remember how I used to sing Puff the Magic Dragon to you? Well right now, I feel like I'm Puff and you're Jackie Paper.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Valentines Day

In line with this month's theme, I'm going to write an update on how the great love and I are doing. It's been almost 4 months since I wrote about our love story, and almost 6 months from when it all started (when we met again after 4 years, that is). Want to know how we're doing?

"I love him more today than yesterday." ❤

Everything, to put it simply, is perfect. This is not an overstatement. Of course we are not immune from the usual petty arguments stemming from jealousies, insecurities, misunderstandings and all the other crazy human stuff that normal couples get upset about. I used the term perfect because every morning I wake up and feel so incredibly happy, and I go to bed every night feeling so incredibly thankful that Paulo and I are back together.

Everyday, I thank god for all his blessings and I cannot help but ask, "Why me?", but in a positive way, you know.

I mean, I know I'm not that good a person to begin with, but why do I have overflowing blessings? Getting back together with Paulo, a great job that I love, my family including my three boys are all in good health, my friends are doing well on their own, etc.

There are so many things that I am so ridiculously grateful for that when Paulo asked me what I wanted for Christmas last year, it was the first time that I ever really meant it 100% when I said


What do I want? As in material stuff? I could not think of anything. Well, now that I'm writing this, maybe the hardbound The Hobbit Book I saw in Fullybooked or maybe a new set of colored pencils, but I don't want them enough to ask for them or even want them enough to buy them for myself. I just thought of them now because I forced myself to think of stuff that I would like to get if a gun was pointed at my head and I was coerced to buy something.

But seriously, I have more than I need and could ever want. I haven't been very fond of material things.. sure I do like to dress up sometimes so it follows that I like clothes and shoes, I like owning actual copies of books and sometimes I do have negligible fits of GAS (gear acquisition syndrome). But lately, I seriously could not think of anything that I wanted. Every time I stop to reflect, I feel like my heart would burst from happiness. No exaggeration.

My real hobbies, of course, are travelling and eating out but I know travel is a bit out of the question now since I no longer have a maid whom I can entrust my dogs to and eating out we can do anytime anyway.

So when Paulo asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I simply said I wanted to spend it with him. I know it sounds super corny and I would never have thought that I could actually say something so cliche and mean it too.

I'm head over heels in love so give me a break guys. :))

For us, it's that level of in love that every time we read an article such as "10 signs your in the right relationship blah blah blah" or something similarly cheesy, we immediately agree with all the signs. We'd go "yeah, that's us!"

 Yeah we are super love drunk, I know, but the great part is we don't feel the need to apologize for our cheesiness even though we know how sickeningly sweet we can be, especially to love-phobes like my friend Alex (shout out to agbonski!).

Not only do we get along great but I really feel like we have matured and we are more open and honest about everything. Our lines of communication are far better now than it were 4 years ago. 

No more mind games for us. It may sound boring to those who like drama in their relationship but let me assure you that we have no need for forced drama because Paulo is not only super sweet and thoughtful, but he excites me so I do not feel the need to create drama to keep myself all giddy. I am guilty of being somewhat a relationship drama queen before. 

So happy Valentine's day to everyone. If you are in love, stay happy. if you're a sceptic or if you're heartbroken, please don't ruin it for everyone else, if you simply don't care, well then you won't mind all the hearts day drama anyway. Whatever your stand is on valentines day, let me greet you from the bottom of my chocolate covered with sprinkles on top marshmallow heart. 😍 

We won't be doing anything traditionally romantic tomorrow because its Chase's and Padfoot's birthday on the 16th and 15th respectively so we'll be prioritizing that. Instead we will be celebrating valentines next week at Manila Screampark. I hope it's not the snore fest that people say it is.

My life is not perfect, but I live everyday like it is. ❤❤❤

Happy valentines!!

Here are some photos of us over the months:
(instagram @jocylfroot)
caught making me breakfast --My sexy chef

when your best friends get along with your boyfriend like they themselves are bossom bodies, take that as a good sign :)

how I missed Lolo Daddy! 

even Garage Sales are made fun when he and I are together

I have more time for my babies and they are getting the attention and love they deserve because Paulo loves my dogs just as much

Mr Tumnas has always been Paulo's baby. Sometimes I hear Pau talking to Tumtum asking hin if he is the same puppy he left 4 years ago, 'coz he's gigantic now!

If Paulo have his mermaid tattoo of me, I have this turtle tattoo of him :)

Was not convinced that I had to sell my toys at the garage sale so Paulo gave them a home inside his bass drum

goofing around after setting up the band room

playing parents with his brother's daughter

I couldn't get him to have me draw on him Anthony Pettis brows so I drew Helga ones on mine instead

It's really cool that Paulo gets along so well with the people most dear to me 

Monday, November 25, 2013

Being an atheist does not make you evil

Sometimes, atheism is good. It forces people take responsibility for their actions and give credit where credit is due and not simply blame or give credit to a divine being for whatever shit that happens or haven't happened yet. Atheism makes people more mindful of their actions because they simply could not ask for forgiveness and expect to be forgiven.

May you be an atheist, agnostic or religious (whatever religion), I frankly do not care. But I would seriously care if you keep forcing your beliefs down my throat and act all self-righteous. Plus, contrary to religious fanatics' beliefs, being an atheist does not make you evil. Being a Satanist makes you evil --duh.

But I am not an atheist FYI.  I believe in God, magic and aliens. I firmly believe there is a higher power, that there are things beyond science and that extra-terrestrial beings are too busy to visit us.

Point is, I'm saying that being an atheist is not bad at all. Live and let live IMO. Whatever floats your boat.

I am an Agnostic Theist who believes that there is a God, but I do not know who or what he/she/it is. I do not understand God. I do not claim to understand God. I don't think I ever will. Leave me alone.

And also, religious fanatics, please do not spawn.


Here's a link to the article that inspired this post

When God isn't on the guest list

My past post on my opinion on religion

Monday, November 11, 2013

Climate Change - How to Help the Victims of Typhoon Hayan

A lot of people would laugh at me for my obsession with environmental preservation. I seriously get all irate and crazy when I see people doing seemingly petty things like litter, waste water, refuse to segregate the trash or refuse to walk or bike even short distances and opt to go all lazy and take public transport or take their car. These are small things that add up!! Let me see you laugh now, insensitive jerks! Climate change will continue to fuck our country over and over again with super typhoons.

If you really want to help the victims of Typhoon Hayan, don't stop at making donations or volunteering every time there is a calamity, start by changing your lifestyle and doing your part as a steward of this earth.

Sorry, not sorry for the rant. Global warming and climate change is as real as the sky is blue. it's not a laughing matter. it's not a joke. it's not a trend that comes and goes. it's real, it's happening now. Let us all do our part to reduce carbon emissions by making smart choices and caring for our only home.