New life in Australia

It's been more than 5 years since I last made an entry here and I feel bad neglecting blogging. Life has been a mix of adventures and mishaps. After my trip to South Korea, I get to travel in Hongkong, Schenzhen, China, Thailand (twice), Singapore (thrice), Taiwan, Japan (twice), Indonesia, Malaysia, and Australia (twice). All these travels are with Mariz, my generous sister from another mother. She loves tagging me along as her travel buddy because I am street smart and a travel buff which was fun and convenient for her. 

I fell in love with moving to Australia for good back in 2019. COVID happened and life had taken a backseat up until June 21, 2022 when I finally flew to Australia to live with my sister, Jennifer, pursue a new life here.

I miss my boys. Since 2014, when my marriage fell through, my sons have been my rock, my life. I can never replace them ever but me decision of moving here in this beautiful but foreign country is also for them. I want them to be proud of me. I want them to have a good life too because I am capable to doing that as well not just because of their dad.

Moreover, I can never move on from my failed marriage if I stay in the country. I can never accept the life I lost, my life. Here I am, a blank page going through the tide and ebb on a daily basis. I lost my uncle Ariel back in May 2020. I know he will never approve of me leaving my sons behind but I know he watches down upon me. I don't if he is happy with me being here. 

I miss daddy doc Arturo who always treated me like his real daughter, mommy Elsa who always show love and care towards my sons. I also miss my parents, mama and papa. Mama even bought me a car back in July 2020 during the height of the pandemic just so I can have a good means of transporation when I was working at the Department of Health. 

Tope, I no longer miss him but he will always be a part of my life. I am grateful for all the love and care he is giving our sons, Evo and Tyler. It took me ages to move past our failed marriage. I remember giving up on life when it happened. 

I am here in Shellharbour, NSW typing this blog entry at the chemist work desktop which is wrong but I really need to vent this out. I am feeling under the weather anyway but still I went to work because I will be the person closing the pharmacy tonight. I am currently going through depression again. I lack purpose in life. I miss my kids. I am all alone. I live alone. The only thing that keeps me going is my faith that at the end of all of these, things will eventually get better. I take mood support pills and doxylamine succinate to get by lately. Our locum chemist, Nareman, is lovely. She says good things about me like how strong I am and that I am doing well fighting for life. I hope she is right. My pregnant sister, Jen also looks after me which is sweet.

What adds up to my sadness is the constant feeling of neglect; the fact that I am still all alone. What the hell is wrong with me? I have always been a good person with a good heart but still it is not enough in this cruel,sick world. I just want to give up on everything. Help me God.

Boracay for NY 2018

After the German-Filipino wedding I hosted I continued my journey to my favorite island paradise, Boracay. I had been quite drunk the night before yet it didn't stop me from waking up early to have my breakfast, bid my new international friends and the resort owner tita Ching good bye then boarded the 10AM ferry boat trip to Boracay. It was a fun experience and the best wedding and after party I worked in t date.

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Deutsch-Filipino nuptials: A feast of traditions

I had the opportunity to serve as the master of ceremonies for a German-Filipino Wedding last December 30. I was actually informed of this event as early as June 2017. My classmate Lyra's sister, Alyssa or Kim was slated to tie the knot with Erik, her German fiance, so the preparations were made that early. I find myself studying Deutsch language because I heard that Erik's clsest family ad frieds are cmig

2017 is just love

2017 taught me so many things. I will always be grateful for all the wonderful things that came my way this year. The sad moments were also eye-openers for me. The good things made me happy while the terrible ones made me strong. To round up my top 10 most unforgettable moments this year I would like to start with the best one.

1) I won a viewer promo thanks to my short essay which got me a free trip to Korea. The trip to Korea takes the cake.
2) My interview with Marie Lozano of TV Patrol got me featured in the country's leading news program. (Not much of a fame whore here.)
3) Rekindled friendship with my editor friends and some law school buddies. With Gazette, we went wake boarding last July.
4) Evo graduated third honors in his class of 90 student. No one else but me believed that he can.
5) I gained more friends most especially the hardworking millenials and inspiring ladies from Jeepney TV.
6) Finally ticked off my local bucketlist Mayon Volcano and Corregidor Island with my sister, Jessy.
7) Made friends with a beautiful stranger who turns out to be a French backpacker. He inspired me to travel more often.
8) Sarah's bachelorette's party in Manila with me, Lovely and Robi.
9) The day I realized that my heart is finally free of love and hatred for him. I have finally moved on. Alone but independent and happy.
10) That despite living in celibacy, even drunkenness cannot make me vulnerable to Korean oppas or sharks.

Obviously, a lot of the things that made me really happy this year are my travels. Traveling is not a bad thing especially when you draw inner peace from it. I am happy everyday with my kids. They always teach me how to be a loving, patient mom, and that traveling every once in a while enables me to come home recharged and rejuvenated to take care of them more.

Clock keeps ticking

Before I flew in Korea, a friend revealed to me my husband's plans last October. It shook me to the core. I was devastated for a while until my friend's bachelorette's sparty in Manila washed my worries away. Our common friend told me that my husband is just waiting for the right time. In fact, he already consulted some family lawyers in Manila.

Even though, I have been prepared for it hearing that for the first time from another person still stung. I have not readied myself to be interrogated. I was not prepared to answer questions about what led to my husband arriving on that resolve.

I tried to explain.
I faltered.
I cried.

My firstborn will turn 7 in the next 10 months. If his father sticks to his plans, I will be out of the house once he makes up his mind. I do not know what is more painful to bear, the fact that despite our desperate attempt to treat each other civilly, absent love, we could still no longer salvage our marriage, or the tearing apart of my kids' family at such their tender age.

I have changed since hearing that. I tried to somewhat detach myself. I do not wish my kids to suffer so I am giving them the better option. And that option is for them to pick the better parent between their broke mom and their erratic but financially-stable father.

Clock ticks away.

Who will they choose? Who will Evo choose?

Their answer, it will be obvious.

Tonight, this Christmas, I made up my mind

My trip is Korea last November has been an eye opener for me. The experience showed me once again all the opportunities I passed up during my younger teen years. Last Wednesday, I had a one on one interview with Marie Lozano of ABSCBN for TV Patrol. I was dumbfounded when I saw her. I love her glamorous life and job; a celebrity reporter who interviews Hollywood A-listers every now and then. My new friends at Jeepney TV also inspired me to work in their office or simply just get back to having a full-time work. If only the daily commute to work in Metro Manila is not as stressful as breaking up with your husband  quite easy, I would have taken my chances and apply for any job with them right there and then. I would if I could, but something would always hold me back. Whenever I dream of my inevitable success at working in the corporate or mass media world something would always wake me up or pull me back to reality. My success is where my heart should be, and my heart says it should be where my kids are.

I have had my a taste of freedom during my short stay in Manila. I partied in the spirit of Christmas, hung-out with friends and even a shark who pretends to be my friend, enjoyed a me-time filled with spa, scrumptious brunch and dinner buffet, and lastly, ran errands for the father of my boys. I should feel thankful already. Those once in a while adventures should be enough, and I must not push further at getting freedom at the expense of losing my kids.

The issue at hand is that I am not earning much and has no clear career path compared to some peers my age. I feel bummed just thinking about how financially dependent I am when I should not be because I still have a chance. Tonight, after enjoying a good dinner out with my sister who just arrived from Davao City, Tepzie, my contemporary who now successful in the mass media and fashion styling industry asked me that if ever I need a job he could work things out for me in his studio. I am thankful and also overwhelmed. If I would take that chance, I will definitely earn more, enjoy my life more like a true millenial, but I will not see my kids as often or even at all. There is no in between. I cannot negotiate to see my kids every weekend once I decide to work in Manila during weekdays. It would be either I take them with me, which would be too difficult for us all, or I leave them for good with their dad is which is even though, tough for me, is something I might be able to tolerate for their own sake. Still, the point is, I can no longer see them once I pick the latter. Will I be able to live like that?

A friend told me that the fact that I still return to them every time I leave is because maybe that is where my heart truly is. My friend may be correct on that premise because I have been asking myself that question for almost 4 years now, and the answer always led me back to my family, to my kids.

My boys, Evo and TP are my life. I may not be much of a devoted mother but this I know, with the clock ticking and our time of being together as a complete, picture-perfect family fades into the abyss, I have not and could not abandon them for my own happiness or for my career. No more law school plans or working abroad or in the corporate world for now until my boys have grown up. So tonight, this Christmas, I made up my mind. I will stay and fulfill a purpose that was given to me the moment I gave birth to my precious sons; that I will be their mother and I will raise them right.

Seoul searching: My holiday in Korea

I have been blessed to have won an all expense paid trip to Korea with a companion which was awarded to me a month before my birthday. It surely made my birthday more awesome. I joined a viewer promo contest which had the highest turnout in the ABSCBN network's viewer promos' history. My short essay entry was chosen among the 520 entries which is in fact a good feat that I was really proud of.

My sis failed to obtain a Korean visa while I did secure mine. Sad. Therefore, I gave her slot to my best friend, Robi, who likely has a stronger chance to secure one, and she did.