Groceries

I've been walking around groceries for the last two days, well... walking and shopping. It seems like grocery-buying is my new therapeutic habit during these times.

I'm enjoying teaching myself how the aisles are organized, and I learned that the number one thing I love about groceries is the organization that just envelopes the entire place. I am a fan of organization, and I would happily sacrifice my life for organization to conquer the human race.

I started visiting groceries when I had to buy materials for my class. Lately, I've been visiting because I keep wanting to refill my goodies and comfort food and drinks at work, re-supplying myself with a box of Swiss Miss Chocolate Truffle, Milo, Lipton Milk Tea, powdered milk tea from a Malaysian brand, Nestea Red Tea Raspberry Iced Tea, Meiji chocolates, pancit canton, cup noodles, Butterfinger, and the like, which you, by now, most probably have a good idea of.

Because I had to buy a number of things and I got exhausted from lugging my handbag around, I taught myself to use a cart. And when I rolled that grocery cart along the aisles, it was magic. I started thinking of how it would be like if I had a family, and a baby, and I could easily choose which baby stuff to buy because I'm becoming a pro at baby brands and what to choose for a baby. I started thinking of how I could do this everyday and buy only the good stuff for my family. The best comfort food. And I imagined my kids so happy because I didn't deprive them of junk food or A&W cream sodas every now and then. And I would eat with them because life is too short to stay healthy. We'd drink the salted-caramel-flavored-hot-chocolate from Starbucks on rainy days, using our colorful and awesome mugs and tumblers and we'd cuddle on mats and pillows while watching Disney movies. Or do art together, like go painting and stuff.

I didn't want to admit this, but going to groceries pushed me to want to be a mom soon. But I still have years to go, because if I'm going to need funds for my groceries and the house I'm going to put my groceries in, I have to survive at this job which I also love.

Finally

Almost a week ago, I screamed.

I screamed it all out. And I thought that I would regret it, but even if it has sunk in, I don't.

Because when all the screaming was going on, I learned a cold, hard truth: some people will never change, and just continue being the hypocrites that they are.

And if only I could storm out I would. But with how most things go, we're stuck with who we don't want to be with.

Nonetheless, it felt good to release all those years' worth of bottled up pain in their faces. I'm still waiting until I regret it.

I Never Thanked the Committee

For selecting, intentionally or unintentionally, the right mix of people who would work well together, inside our outside the workplace.

For selecting, intentionally or unintentionally, the right mix of people who would have beautiful dynamics, worthy enough to make every day resemble a hit drama or comedy show--even better than Grey's Anatomy, How I Met Your Mother, or The Big Bang Theory.

For including me in that selection, for giving me a job that, albeit difficult, was a privilege as much as a stress-reliever because of the people I worked with and the children I was surrounded with every day.

For giving me another chance to be part of something, after I have wasted years trying, and waiting, to be accepted and remembered by the people I grew up with and the people who raised me.

I will never, ever regret being here. I know this will not last, as all seasons in life may not, but even then, I will always have something to look back on even when I have to get moving forward. Thank you for giving me a circle of friends I can cherish and treasure--completely, purely and adequately. It will be impossible to forget this chapter of my life--it has been one the happiest.

Pocahontas is My Current Heroine

In Disney's Pocahontas, Grandmother Willow says, "Sometimes the right path is not the easiest one."

Only now that I am a grown person do I realize the weight of these words. It strikes as something noble and heroic at first, but later on it tires you out and eats you up. The path becomes so grueling before it can become so fulfilling, and you suddenly wonder if, amid the emotions and sentiments and hardcore pain, you're still on the right path.

In Just Around the Riverbend, Pocahontas sings, "Should I choose the smoothest course, steady as the beating drum? Should I marry Kocoum? Is all my dreaming at an end? Or do you still wait for me, Dream Giver, just around the riverbend?"

I can only wish that in real life, we have pretty orange and violet leaves fluttering around when we get to the crossroads.