Simply Marie

Ms. Onion Skin: Part 2

Maria Soledad — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 10:09:54 +0000

I wanted to give her a tongue lashing or to fight back with an equally nasty retort. Heller! I am talking about my mother! The one who never allowed mosquitoes to bite me while I was growing up! Can you blame me if I’m over reacting? But I am way too old and smart to make “patol.” So, I pretended that I didn’t hear anything. I’ve learned that the best way to handle those kind of people is to give them a cold treatment. Act as if they don’t exist. My friend who introduced us said “ah she’s just like that! it means nothing to her. In fact, everybody likes her. ikaw naman, it was just a joke” HAR HAR! Well in that case, we can’t become friends because I’m sensitive and she’s insensitive. We simply can’t

My biggest hurdle in life is to accept the fact there will always be people who’d say something I wouldn’t like and shutting my doors is not always the solution. Friends tell me that if I’d continue on block listing people off my life just because I can’t stand sarcastic jokes, time will come that all my friends and “possibe-friends-to-be” will go away and I’d be left alone. I know. I just can’t understand why some people have to be mean. Jokes are supposed to make us laugh, not frown.

I am trying my best to learn to accept those kind of animals, este, people. I shouldn’t get affected with everything they say if I want to live a less complicated and happier life. Can I make habol one last thing? I want the world to know that my Mommy’s caldereta is the best!

Ms. Onion Skin: Part 1

Maria Soledad — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 11:33:39 +0000

No matter how I try to avoid tackless people, it seems that they are scattered in the four corners of the world and that I will never be able to escape their sarcastic remarks. The problem with me is that I’m so sensitive and I tend to take things personally. I know it’s a negative thing and of course, I’m trying to improve myself. But I still feel uncomfortable being scrutinized (who doesn’t?) and as a result I often shut my doors to “potential friends” who have hurt my feelings.

Meet Ms. X. We’ve met through a common friend and I was quite surprised with how tacky she can be: “Why you’re so thin?! Maybe your mother cooks so bad!” – HAR HAR! Talk about loose lips and I’d bet she’s on top of the list! Sometimes people are just darn ignorant. I am having problems with my metabolism and my mom has nothing to do with it. GRRR!

Honestly, I didn’t know how to react. I am used to hearing people say “you’re so thin” or “you should eat more” or “do you have intestines?” in tones that really make me feel insignificant. Heck! You can even ask me if I am that poor that I can’t even afford to buy a piece of bread and I won’t give a damn shit. But to say that my mom cooks so bad just because I’m underweight is extremely unfair and is something I would never accept. Ever!

Back to 20/20 Eye Vision

Maria Soledad — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 04:09:20 +0000

Last year, my eye specialist told me that my eyes are starting to deteriorate. Although I didn’t want to believe that, I couldn’t deny the signs. I was starting to miss errors at work and I had to put the book closer to my eyes in order for me to read it clearly. Having a clear eyesight is something very important for me considering the nature of my job. I am a Proofreader/QA and spotting errors in manuscripts is one of my main tasks. I don’t know if this is a miracle ‘cuz I’ve been praying for this, but I underwent an eye refraction last week and the doctor told me I have 20/20 vision. Or is this just a mistake? Could it be? She just asked me to take a peek in an apparatus and she also asked me to read a few lines from a chart and that was it. She then gave me a piece of paper that says I have a perfect 20/20 eye vision. I was on the verge of telling her about last year’s result, it was 20/25, but I got scared that she might confirm my fears that my eyes are really blur and the 20/20 was just a mistake. And so I kept my mouth shut.

An Invitation to a Trade Show Display

Maria Soledad — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 09:11:35 +0000

A college friend who is currently working in a Japanese-owned business that exports fragranced candles invited me to attend their company’s trade show exhibits. My friend told me that the competition in the export industry is becoming stiff, so their company has to think of a new way of creating an impression in the market. She, also a Business Management graduate, is a part of the marketing team and she apparently needed some “friendly support” on her pilot project. And so I was there.

Honestly, this was the first time that I’ve attended a trade show display and I was quite impressed with the presentation. There were a lot of booths and a lot of people walking around. I was actually uncomfortable at first because most of the audience were business men, clients and marketing staffs. Fortunately, my friend would always ask me from time to time if I needed something or if I’m hungry Katherine was super nervous because the trade show was her idea but based on the facial expressions of the attendies, there was no doubt that they appreciated the event as much as I did.

One of the many things that grabbed my attention was the design of the table covers and table top display. The prints were cute, there were pink florals, the fabric looked elegant and they made the room look nicer. The theme was perfect for the company’s products. Simple but not plain. On the table were the scented candles which I really loved! I was lucky enough to be able to get one for free, compliments of Katherine

A New Little Angel

Maria Soledad — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 11:22:46 +0000

Today is a very special day. My sister and my brother-in-law have just announced that they’re going to have a baby soon This is their first! Everyone in the family is so happy and excited about it. In fact, mom is already thinking of buying gifts for my sister and her baby-to-be. Although it’s a bit too early to search for the perfect gift, Kally is just 3 months pregnant, we want something that the baby can use like changing tables, toy chest, or baby mobile.

The preparation for the coming of our new little angel is such an awesome responsibility. Kally and BJ are already planning about the nursery room. My brother-in-law wants it to be all white. They don’t like blue. They don’t like pink. They think white is appropriate whether the future baby is a boy or a girl. For the furniture, they want to purchase a rocking chair and a baby crib as early as now. They also want everything to be made of wood. For the first time parents-to-be, they realized that they must be meticulous in choosing the quality baby furniture. After all, they will be using a big part of their savings for this much anticipated event in their married life so every single cent spent should be worth it.

I just found a site that tackels about Nursery Furniture Buying Guide. Here, expectant mothers are given safety tips on buying the right cribs for their babies. I didn’t know that there are some requirements like “the distance between the crib slats should be no more than 3 inches,” things like that. I think every expectant dad and mom should read that article.

Mr. Dream Boy

Maria Soledad — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 01:24:01 +0000

I couldn’t help but just break into a big grin one morning while I was listening to the radio. The DJ said something like this “if your boyfriend is handsome, rich, sweet, thoughtful, etc., then it only means one thing…he’s just an imagination, an illusion, not real, wake up!” followed by a very sarcastic, insulting laugh. What makes it funnier is that she delivered those lines in a manner that would make you laugh out loud and slap your knees. The DJ wasn’t really referring to a particular person but I think almost every girl is guilty of it. Either she really believes that her man is perfect, or she’s one of those hopeless ladies who are desperately searching for a “perfect match.” Either way, the joke was really funny, at least for me.

I’m not really sure if Mr. Dream Boy really exists. Nobody is perfect. If a man claims that he is, it would be just a make-believe. So I think I will just waste my time and effort if I go and search for one. But one thing I know will always be true. Looks are not everything and in the long run personality is what matters most. Honestly, I was quite surprised when my friends didn’t mention physical beauty. So does it imply that women don’t care about looks? LOL

The Danger of Being Exposed to Asbestos

Maria Soledad — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:53:08 +0000

My favorite teacher in grade school was diagnosed with Mesothelioma, a type of lung cancer caused by prolonged exposure to asbestos. She was the most vibrant and nicest teacher I’ve ever had that’s why I was really disappointed when the guidance councelor told us that we were going to have a new intern for our Science class. We were told that our teacher was suffering from a lung disease and that she can’t attend her classes anymore. Later on, I overheard my other teachers talking about the danger of everyday exposure to chalk dusts. Apparently, these chalks contain asbestos which school teachers easily inhale through the dust while they are writing in the chalkboard. This is also the reason why in private schools, teachers use pentel pens and whiteboards.

Now, the problem with living and working in a third world country is that most people are not well educated about these things. Even if manufacturers have the responsibility of informing the workers, the government should do something to protect the public school teachers. People who are diagnosed with this disease can seek a Mesothelioma Lawyer who can provide legal assistance on claiming your legal rights. Yes, victims have rights to medical care.

What Women Want

Maria Soledad — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 13:44:27 +0000

Every woman has her own definition of ‘Mr. DREAM BOY.’ That’s for sure. And so, I asked some friends about this and here’s a few of what they are looking for, so listen up guys!

(Instead of listing it down, I decided to put it in a paragraph just so it won’t consume too much space )

Someone kind and thoughtful. Is in to compromising. Can be straight up and honest without avoiding the topic at hand. Someone who isn’t disrespectful when he disagrees. Can admit when he is wrong. Someone who will be supportive even if he really doesn’t want to be. Real and not fake. Someone who will stand up for what he believes in. A good listener and open minded. Loves to be physical. Expresses himself through touch and loving words. Someone who knows how to deal with his emotions and takes responsibilty for his own mistakes and doesn’t blame everyone else. Just a down to earth loving individual who cares about other people. Honest and not a cheater (this is A MUST!). Someone whose loyalty will go on forever.

etc. etc. etc.

the other things they say…I forgot LOL

The definition can go on and on …

False Impressions

Maria Soledad — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:47:18 +0000

Recently, my friend told me that I’m too much of a good girl for putting up with another friend whose favorite passtime is to complain. I’m not so sure if it’s a compliment or what? On another incident, my officemate commented that I’m really nice for accepting a task nobody else would like to do. And when I checked my blog, tadaaa!, I have positive comments froma few readers saying I’m sweet and all, and of course, it’s flattering However, I worry that I might be giving the wrong impression. Here’s the bitter truth, I’m just an ordinary person who easily gets impatient when in a foul mood. Don’t be deceived because that aspiring princess you’ve read from my previous post might turn out to be a “witch slash gremlin slash monster” in real life.

aaaanywaaaays – just to give you a preview on how immature and childish I am (by the way, there is a big difference between childish and childlike hehe), I decided to share something that I’m really ashamed about haha!

okey, let me take a deep breath…here it is.

I am not a regular church goer.

Yeah.

That’s right.

I’m too lazy to attend the mass.

I hope to change soon.

But how?

I can’t feel the urge to do it.

But starting next month, August, I will be attending novenas at St. Jude. The patron of the hopeless. I really do hope that helps me.

PS. To you, who never forgets your duty, I envy you a lot! Hope in the future I’d be able to win over myself.

The Dress

Maria Soledad — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 15:28:42 +0000

I remember when I was about 8 years old, me and my friends would collect santan and gumamela as many as we could. We used the flowers to make bouquets and corsage for our “walk-down-the-aisle” game. We also played other games such as Ms. Universe (I was Ms. Venezuela hehe), Teacher-teacher, and Lutu-lutuan* but our ultimate favorite was the wedding game. We even had drawings of what we want to wear. Inspired by the fairy-tale books I’ve read, my design was a princess-style dress: big, full skirt, tube, with laces and ruffles and a huge ribbon at the back and very long train. I even wanted to wear a tiara Honestly, The Dress is something that I’ve planned and dreamed about ever since I was a little girl. I wanted to become a princess (feeling talaga hehe) Seventeen years later, now I’m 25 and already working, I am still mesmerized by Cinderella’s fancy dress. But I don’t obsess about it anymore. They say a wedding is a much anticipated event in every woman’s life. I agree. They also say that the centerpiece of a wedding is the bride and her gown. I beg to disagree. I think it should be about the man and a woman making a vow to love each other. I think if I’d be able to marry a good man, then a white shirt and a blue jeans would do. But I’d be a hyprocrite if I’d say I don’t want the dress anymore. Of course I still want to be a princess even just once in my life, only, it’s not that important anymore