Let's Move & Let's Love

Last month, I've registered as a voter for the first time in my 27 years of existence. Yep, it took me that loooooong! Wait a minute, I can practically see the "?s" invisibly springing out of your mind. 

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Before you judge me, (and I would humbly accept judgments for this) I'm going to tell you why. I don't think there's a valid reason for being not a registered voter for the longest time. I mean, I'm a citizen of this country and exercising my right to vote is a crucial thing towards being one. If I'm going to be very honest, the main reason was that, I don't really care. 

See how lame? It's that simple. And I know I should be exiled and  thrown out of the country for this, or be excommunicated (whichever suits non-voters best), but if we're gonna do that, unregistered voters (like me before) would sure have formed another archipelago in this country. Get what I mean? All I'm saying is that, I'm pretty sure there are also a lot of people out there who are unregistered voters for so many reasons. I don't care who wins or who losses in the dirty game called politics, and I'm really not into all the dramas and black propaganda brought about by an incoming election. I don't care if the elected people will serve with all honesty and make some development in his administration, or choose to take back everything he invested during the campaign (maybe even more) through corruption. I just wanted to go live a life of my own. I mean my life is complicated as it is without all the complication of everything election related. 

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Now I come to realize that everything is a cycle. Since I didn't exercise my right to vote, I don't really get to exercise my right to complain (if there is one) about anything bad I see in the government. Now this is not the main reason why I changed my mind. What I'm saying is that if we want a change, it should start with ourselves right? You can't expect your stomach be filled when you're hungry when you didn't do anything to fill it with in the first place. Shame on me to complain about unfinished government projects and undisclosed government funds when I myself didn't do anything in my power to vote for the person I think who would be best for the position. Sure living a life of your own is a lot easier, but living in a community where you can say you actually and truly (in the truest form)  belong, is a lot more meaningful. We don't want a life that's meaningless, we want a life where we actually matter.

I may have slacked for the last years but I am making a move right now in showing how I love my country through this one little -but very profound- act. Yes! I do love my country. I could say this over and over again. I love being a Filipino, and I love everything that made me one. My being hospitable, my being so family oriented, my being able to smile in stressful times, my whole being actually including the good and the bad. I have never, for once, did anything for my country besides being a good citizen (I mean I don't mess around, so I guess I'm a good citizen right?). I've never been a volunteer for something that helps other Filipinos. Nothing. Like I said I just wanted to live my life. 

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But come this election 2013, I'm making a big leap towards making a difference for this country. I promise to choose wisely. I know my single vote, along with yours, if we all choose to exercise our right to vote, can make or break the Philippines for the next 6 years or longer. Voting is a move, it's an act of love for our country. Make it count.

Let's move & let's love!

Take Care,

P.S. For more information on how to register as a voter, click here.

Too Much Sweetness!

I went to work this morning feeling a little alarmed, well not a little, a lot! Why, you may ask. I have this jeans I haven't been wearing for weeks and today when I was about to wear it, I just have the most horrific moment that could happen to almost any girl who claims that they're on a diet. My jeans doesn't fit! It's too tight. It took all the strength I have and a lot of pulls just to fit the waistline beyond my hips (the part where my "friends" called "fats" usually manifest). At first I just can't believe it. I mean I've always claimed that I'm on a diet blah blah blah. How could this thing happen????? 

I don't get it. I barely eat meat, when I do, I go for fish and it's not even meat, or is it? I have been doing this because I always suffer from indigestion when I consume too much meat, plus I strongly believe I'm part vegetarian (in a "no-to-cruelty-against-animals" aspect), so not patronizing meat products discretely is my small way of saying "yeah I detest that".

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So I went on dissecting my eating habits this past few days. The culprit? Too much of everything sweet. Yep, you heard it. Honestly, if I add all the rice I consume in a day, it wouldn't go beyond 3 cups, ok I don't really measure what I eat but there's a thing called estimation so...

Don't you just love sweets? I mean, who wouldn't have their eyes popped and mouths drooling over this kind of display? I bet, any girl with a sweet tooth would definitely take a step back when they pass by this kind of store in any street.

I realized, there wasn't a single day I never ate something sweet. From Egg Pie (which I absolutely love!), to that super delicious banana cake served in a nearby store, to my all time fave Milky Knots and Moby caramel puffs, Curly tops, Cloud 9 (goodness! I could go on and on about this). I may have overlooked it but yes, I always have them in my bag, or if I don't I just take that very short walk to my favorite bakeshop where I find my heaven of pastries.

Now what do I do? Here's my list. For starters, I wouldn't;

1.) Look back. Absolutely not, when I pass by some bakeshop, I will not look at it at all. hah!

2.) Be tempted to give in. I won't, for the life of me (or for this moment), be tempted to go to that section in the grocery store where I could find most of sweet somethings. I just want them out of my sight, "out of sight out of mind" right? Oh my, I forgot I have kids, so I may not be able to avoid it after all. Poor me. =(

3.) Give up the idea that while I strongly believe, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I also believe that too much of something is always bad. 

4.) Be slacking. From now on, I'll try to work out (hey, walking to my workplace is still called work out right?).

I went over to Mercury Drug this lunch time just to see how much I gained weight. (For the information of everybody and for those who didn't know, Mercury drug store have this machine where you just drop 5 peso coin in it and then it measures your weight, height and BMI) The process takes about 5 minutes tops. I gained 2 pounds, yes well, what did I expect right? I mean honestly I don't need that machine to tell me that I'm 2-pounds heavier, that jeans is enough proof. I guess I'm kind of sadistic in that way, I love rubbing things in. I knew it already but still I want to prove it more, and what do I get? More frustration.

I don't know if I should take all the blame myself, or should I blame it to the concept of creating pastries which are heavenly and sinfully good. Or I should blame everything to this thing called calories. And there's a new definition of calories;

 Are you sure you haven't spotted them on your closet yet?

Take care,