…and I’m BACK!!!

It’s 2015.

Hello again, blogworld.  Wow. It’s been so long.

On my last blog post here, I remember saying goodbye and telling my readers that I will be starting a new blog where I would be blogging under my real name… no secret identity, no code names…

I thought I was ready to blog about anything and everything.  I thought it was easy to mention real names of real people I wanted to blog about.  Boy, was I wrong.  Basically I found out that my friends were not exactly too keen on being mentioned in my blogs — not unless I was all praises all the time.  Also, during those times when all I wanted was to vent, it proved quite difficult blogging when I had to censor my thoughts.  An entry full of bleeps or *** won’t really amount to anything.

And so, eventually, I got tired of blogging about bleeps.  And I just let time pass.  And I basically didn’t write anything — not one blog, not one article, not a single write up — for almost a year.  I stopped writing.  I feel like I stopped being a writer.

Judging by the way I began three sentences with the word “and,” I guess you know what I mean.

I missed it, really.  Writing, I mean.  Although I had a lot of other things to keep me busy, there were times when I just wanted to stay in a quiet place and just write.  Write about anything.  But then I’d realize that I had nothing to write for — and so I’ll just decide to do something else… Like watch tv… Yeah, how productive. My brain cells were working overtime

Over the Christmas holidays, I found myself checking out this old blogsite of mine.  I reread some posts… I laughed at most, smirked at some… and I relived a number of nice moments that I wrote about.  I truly felt bad when I saw that a lot of the pictures I reposted have been removed or are now nowhere to be found. Sigh.

I have always, ALWAYS liked this blogsite.  Who wouldn’t relish being a Supergoddess, hello?! And so I have resolved to revive this site.

Oh, yes.  I am back.  I still have a lot to tell… stories to share… people to talk about… Kidding on the last one, of course.

Maybe I will have more followers now… maybe not.  I guess what matters is that I get to write and share my thoughts and my wisdom.

And maybe, just maybe, I will at the very least make one reader smile… I believe that’s enough for now.

Care to join the journey of the Supergoddess?

fireworks

Happy 2015!!

 

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PS… I promise to fix the other photos on the older posts. Just give me time. 🙂

SGM

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photo via google images

 

Miss me?!

Dear friends,

It has been fun being Supergoddess Me.  I do thank all of you for stopping by, taking time out to read my blogs.  But in case you missed my going away notice several posts back (Can You Keep a Secret?), I just want to let you know that I have decided to create a new blog and I have started writing as the real Me. 

To update you on how my new blog is doing… Well, I haven’t been writing much so my posts come sporadically.  No one else to blame but myself.  I have been quite busy doing other stuff.

Whenever I do get the chance — or when I get a sudden burst of inspiration– I believe I am able to come up with something deep.  Most of the times, though, I still do a lot of whining.

So if you chanced upon reading this message… or if you really follow my blog — and just missed my “moving out” notice, please do drop by my new blogsite.  With emphasis on the please.

Truth be told, I’m getting lonely out there. 

www.adailydoseofbetsy.wordpress.com — Life as it Happens

Hope to see you soon.

SGM

My (Other) Lonely Planet

****photo via SGM’s laptop

Can You Keep a Secret?

Somewhere over the rainbow...

Almost two years ago, I created this blog to further develop my writing abilities.  Writing has always been a passion, but since I didn’t have a regular writing job, I felt I needed an avenue… a place where I can express my thoughts and views.  Blogworld was a good place for that.

And so I created Supergoddess Me… I wrote at first for myself, then eventually for blogfriends from all around the world.

I met people in the cyberworld… I made some readers laugh, probably even inspired others.  I shared bits and pieces of who I am to my readers (from all around the world.  I just HAD to repeat that because it sounded nice!).  But I never really gave away my true identity.  Partly because in a way I was protecting myself  ( hey, if you’re a regular, you would have heard me vent… and it ain’t always nice!).  Maybe at the same time I was protecting the people (real ones) closest to me. 

This is like my alternate universe.  Only a handful of my friends know about this site — let alone, read it.  And so I can rant and rave all I want without the people I know hearing about it (haha, pure evil!).  Nor am I judged or criticized by people I know who are not exactly my friends but who just enjoy criticizing other people for the heck of it (because they are evil, too!). 

These past several months I went through a lot of experiences that I would love to share or write about.  However I realized that it’s quite difficult talking about “real life” when you’re hiding behind a character.  For some reason I came to the realization that I cannot share my ordinary everydays if I’m writing as Supergoddess Me.  And boy, do I have a lot of ordinary everydays to share!

Basically, what I am trying to say is this… I’M MOVING!!!  I’m moving to another blogsite. 

But don’t feel bad (if you do feel bad, that is!).  Every once in a while I will drop by and visit, and maybe write something — or do more venting– here.   And it’s not as if I’m going to leave my blogfriends out in the cold.  I’ m bringing you guys along!

My dear friends in blog universe, follow me as I write some more, this time in another address.  Out there I will be writing as myself (I’m dropping the Super from the Goddess. Dig that!).  I will still be the same nutty writer that I am — with less venting, of course… But I believe that out there you will get to know the real ME better. 

You are all invited!    Check me out at www.adailydoseofbetsy.wordpress.com (Life as it Happens).  And join me in my journey — as my real life happens.

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But this is not exactly goodbye.  I might drop in every once in a while and share something here.   Besides, my new friends out there don’t know about this site (you are directed there, yet they are NOT directed here)… so basically we’re still sharing a secret.  Can you keep a secret?

Signing off for now… Supergoddess Me.

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photo via weheartit.com

 

 

24 — Rewind

As I was searching for inspiration to come up with a new blog for the week, I decided to reread my old posts.  I came across posts from the month of February (of last year).  I was just beginning to blog then and I think only a handful of people were visiting my site at that time. 

For those of you who didn’t reach that far back, here’s a repost of a blog that talks about a very exciting day in the life of the Supergoddess. 

Okay, okay, so this is cheating.  I’m reposting because my brains just got too fried after staying under the sun watching baseball games the whole week… I can’t come up with a new and exciting blog at the moment, so please bear with me.  In the coming days, I promise something better.

For the love of Jack Bauer, here’s a rewind… (and I added pictures, too!)

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Don't you just love this guy??

19:00:59

Now that sounded kinda Jack Bauerish.  Somehow i can’t help but hear the seconds ticking away in my head – as it does in the show.

I have been here in the kitchen for the past hour, awakening the kitchen goddess in me, attempting to create a masterpiece for dinner.  As I wait for the food to cook, I couldn’t help but think of how fast the day went… and wonder if I spent it in a productive way  (thus, the transformation from kitchen goddess to Jack Bauer).

 This is today’s version of   My  24…

5:30 … alarm rings

5:31 … snooze

5:35 … alarm rings again

5:35:15 … snooze

(okay, so that basically went on every five minutes until 6:05 when i finally decided to wake up and start my day)

6:10 … prepare breakfast, packed lunch, school uniform

6:30 …  wake up child

6:30:30 … take a shower

6:45 … still taking a shower

7:00 … dress up in a rush

7:30 … bring child to school

7:40 … pray for no traffic

7:45 … pray harder for no traffic

7:55 … child in school 5 minutes before the bell. (Yey, what a feat!)

This has by far been the most boring 2 hours in Jack’s life, should he be in my shoes.  I do wonder how he can fight terrorists, fly to another continent, fight more bad people, defuse a bomb, etc. etc. all in one morning.  I have already used up about 2 ½ hours and the farthest i have been to is my child’s school.  And you saw how exciting those two hours were. 

Fast forward to 11:00… by this time, i have already consumed about 3 cups of coffee (to jumpstart the day, thus more excitement); i have been to the bank; i have gone to the other household that i’m managing, talked to the workers repainting the other house; left instructions with the domestics; gone to the grocery to buy enough food to last us for two weeks… i have talked to a couple of friends using my cellphone…

11:05… talk to architect…

11:55:10 … architect leaves… multitask : can now chat with someone from the other side of the world (who says that Jack is the only one who can communicate with people in other continents?); chat with someone from this side of the world (who says they actually work while they are at the office?!);  

15:00 … still chatting with that someone from another continent, and that other someone who’s just here somewhere… done fixing files… okay, so not really done, but at least the attempt to fix was there…  balanced my bank account already…

15:05 … get ready to pick up child from school

10 hours have passed from the time i was supposed to wake up.  Jack probably has killed a gazillion bad people in ten hours. 

Kitchen goddess doing a 24

Before I bore anyone with the details of the remaining hours leading to here and now (exactly 19:29:50), guess I’d transform back to the kitchen goddess that I am aspiring to be. 

Jack Bauer will probably go crazy if we trade places for a day.  So far the most challenging part of my day was keeping my pretty pink toenails from breaking or getting scratched.  

That and oh, yeah, saving our dinner from burning….

 19:30:00

 

 

 

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photos via google images

*repost of original blog entitled 24 published Feb 4, 2010.

The Notebook

*Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with the movie. And I mean totally nothing 🙂

I started writing on a diary when I was 12.  When I discovered the fun in writing my thoughts down, it easily became a habit for me.  I think it was also because of my diaries that I realized that I loved to write.

it wasn't always this cute

Being young, though, and having to rely on my student’s allowance, I had to make do with ANY kind of notebook.  On good months (say, after Christmas or my birthday), I could afford to buy the cute, frilly kind.  So sickeningly feminine and cute.  On lean months, I would settle for anything with a spiral on the side.  As long as it had lines… and I can write on it.  Truth be told, I had more of the latter. 

What I loved about keeping a diary is that you can air out your thoughts — and your diary won’t try to oppose you or say that you’re wrong.  You can whine and vent — and your diary won’t roll its eyeballs while you’re all whiny (because it doesn’t have eyeballs, duh!).  And when I was much, much younger and was in the poetry making mode, my diary was my “artist’s canvas.” 

More than that, my diaries preserved my moments.  Good ones, bad ones, exciting ones… okay, even the boring ones (like when there’s really nothing to write about but I was so bored and I wanted to write something…it happens.)

I used to chronicle every interesting thing that happened to me.  I remember the night before the first day of my freshman year in high school, there was a concert on tv that I so badly wanted to watch (which I did)…

Spandau Ballet in the early 1980s, clockwise from left, John Keeble, Tony Had...

I'm an 80's girl...

Said concert lasted ’til midnight, and I was the only one awake and I had no one to share the excitement with… but I had my diary with me, and all throughout the concert I was writing my thoughts, along with the sequence of songs as the band sang them. I was singing and dancing, too (yes, I already knew then how to multitask). After the show, I reread my entry — about 5 pages of them — and relived the concert in my mind.  My handwriting was almost illegible, but I was happy.  I felt I saved the moment on paper.

You see, we cannot remember everything.  There will come a time when our memory will fail us.  Happens for some people way earlier and faster than for others.  Sad but true.  I don’t consider myself old (i mean, OLD) yet, but honestly, there are things — events — from years past that I cannot remember anymore.  Like a friend of mine will say, “Remember when we…” and I feel bad for not remembering.  Heck, sometimes I can’t even remember what I wore last week! (Not that it’s worth chronicling or something…)

Just as an aside, I overheard my sister and a cousin talking the other day about an event that they had together almost a decade ago, and funny thing was, both of them couldn’t remember the details.  My cousin couldn’t even remember being there!  And she blamed having had two epidurals (she has two kids now) for her memory loss.  My sister does the same, a lot of times.  She blames her epidural whenever she forgets something (Most of the time I tell her she owes me money to check if her brain cells are still active… and then the epidural gets the blame).  The thing is, we are still in our thirties!

Antonio Pigafetta, a great chronicler

I would want to remember a lot of things.  I want to preserve my memories.  When I am much older, I want to be the type who will tell her grandchildren stories of childhood and youth.  Not that they would want to listen, but that is another issue.  The thing is, I want my children and my children’s children to learn from me… to see me as the person that I am/was. I cannot tell my grandchildren stories if I don’t remember them.

That’s why I kept diaries… because I knew that at some point in time, I would want to look back and remember something — an incident, an emotion… even a heartbreak.  I can read my entry and reminisce, and relive. 

I lost most of my old diaries, though.  Nature has its way of cleaning one’s closet (i think my first ever blog was about the sorry fate of my diaries).  And then as I got older and had more pressing responsibilities (i.e., parenting and motherhood), I didn’t think I still had the time to sit and chronicle my day.  Besides, my son would probably find it hilarious if he sees me writing on a diary (You’re still using notebooks? So uncool mom!).  Yet it would be nice to chronicle my midlife adventures.

And then I realized that basically, this whole blogging experience is what it is.  My daily chronicle. I’m airing out my thoughts, I’m venting, whining, ranting, raving… sharing, teaching, humoring myself, humoring others…making friends.  Plus, I am preserving days.  I am preserving the moments that I write about

I have gone back to the habit that I began when I was a young girl.  And it’s all good.

I just hope wordpress doesn’t crash. Ever. And I mean ever, ever…

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dear diary...

 

PS.  And yes, I used to start my entries with Dear Diary.  All the time.

 

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photo via weheartit.com and google images

Limited connectivity

So there I was, trying to reply to facebook comments, chatting with a cousin from the other side of the world, and doing some online banking at the same time (yes, I am a great multitasker!).  I also planned to blog afterwards.  But for some reason, my FB posts just won’t get sent, my cousin just stopped responding, and I can’t access my bank account.  Worse, I can’t access wordpress.  When I checked the internet icon at the bottom of the screen, there’s a yellow triangle with an exclamation point inside.  When I directed the cursor there, it said “Access: limited connectivity.”

I waited several minutes, hoping that I will get reconnected.

L A S H E S

my dream job in my past life

While waiting… CSI Miami’s showing. Oh, but it’s a rerun.  I have seen this already.  Switch to next channel… I didn’t know that there are so many Top Model Franchises.  I think I saw Australia’s Next Top Model the other day.  Now it’s Canadian version.  The girls look pretty normal, too.  Made me remember that time in my life when I thought I wanted to be a model.  Now I’m jealous… it’s not even 9 in the morning and I want to give myself a make-over.  Yeah, I want to lose ten pounds, too.  Wish I’m back to being skinny…    

After about thirty minutes of watching Canada’s Next Top Model — and feeling bad about that hearty dinner i had last night, I checked my computer and yey! I am back online.  Now I can continue whatever it was I was doing before I got disconnected.  That is, if I remember what I was doing before I got disconnected.  Oh, yeah, multitasking.

So I went back to facebook… tried to reply to my cousin in ym… went to my online bank account and wordpress.  Everything was smooth sailing until… Until I tried to send another message, and then I saw that small yellow triangle with exclamation point again… Limited connectivity.  What the ?!

Patient person me.  I can wait awhile.  Nothing is urgent at this time, anyway.  I can just say hi to my cousin again later… pay bills in a little while… I can even write my blog on MSWord and just copy and paste later.  Yes, I can just wait ‘til my connection gets restored.

Funny, when I checked my ym window, it says I am still online.  Maybe my cousin thinks I’m still here but I’m just ignoring her.  Great. 

Limited connectivity.  I think it pretty much describes how I am at times.  I think it happens to everyone.  There are times when I am physically here, yet part of me is not (like my mind is wandering in la la land). I call it my version of astral projection… mostly happens when people I am talking to are either nagging or just won’t stop talking about themselves.  Somehow you just can’t help but tune out.  Don’t get me wrong, I am a good listener, but there just are people who just challenge one’s listening skills. 

It has been fifteen minutes since I last got disconnected.  Ten minutes to stay online and fifteen minutes off.  Hmmm, makes me wonder.  Do I do that to people, too? Listen for ten minutes and tune out for 15?…  That’s not so nice, huh?

Who knew there would be a lesson learned from a malfunctioning internet

My connection is running again… which means I have to make it quick and do everything I have to do in ten minutes (as the on-off pattern has dictated).   Wish me luck…

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photo via: weheartit.com

Going 800

When I started blogging, I didn’t really know what to expect.  In fact, I didn’t know whether I should keep my real identity to myself  (and to the ones closest to me who know that I blog)… or if I should use my name and mention names of  family members, friends — and enemies — that I blog about.  I chose the former for privacy issues.  But the stories and events were all real.  The feelings and thoughts I shared were genuine and they were mine. 

As much as I love writing, I still feel shy about my work  that I have to read and edit my blogs a hundred times before I post them.  If the computer can talk, it will probably scream, “Go ahead and post it. NOW!!!” after the tenth time I have gone over the blog.  Sometimes I am just OC… there’s this compelling need to spell and grammar check over and over again.  Sometimes I think my topic is just too trivial that my readers might now like it.  Sometimes, in the middle of a post, my brains just suddenly stop functioning and I will lose my train of thought… or I will forget the point I am trying to arrive at.  And I will end up asking myself if the blog was worth posting… Which will be followed by the question — do my readers actually care what I blog about? 

Talk about being a reluctant blogger.  I seem to have too many issues.

When I checked this morning, I found out that I had about 796 hits already.  Wow.  I can still remember the time when I was so excited having 150 hits… and then when I reached 500, I was in 7th heaven.   Although i think half of the hits belonged to (or should I say came from?) my person/bestfriend/cousin… and one fourth of it from a close friend of mine (who only remembers to read my blogs whenever reminded)… and yeah, one-eighth were probably mine… well, I still am happy that I have readers from various parts of the globe comprising the remaining one-eighth of the hits.  To be more accurate, that’s about a hundred readers-cum-new-friends from all over the world (insert the song “It’s A Small World ” here…).

Right before writing this entry, I checked my stats and found out that I now have 799 hits.  One reader short of being 800.  I am deliriously happy.  Maybe my source of happiness is a bit shallow. But just the same, I am glad that somehow I get to touch someone’s life with my writing.  And that is something I am not embarrassed about.

So whether you read my blogs because you think I am funny… or because you think I make sense… or you expect to find some sort of wisdom in my musings… or you find my (mis)adventures hilarious or pathetic… or maybe you got directed to my site by accident — and you can’t help but keep coming back (yay!)… Or maybe you are the cousin or the friend that I shamelessly advertised my blog to… For whatever reason that you stopped by and became my 577th or 701st hit… I just want to say thank you.  Thank you for giving me more reasons to write. 

Like what someone had told me not so long ago (i think it was just last week, actually)… what good is a written work when there is no one to read it?  So very, very true. 

inspire  This is for you… because you stayed awhile.

 

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photo credit: weheartit.com

 

Blogging Blues

It can get frustrating sometimes. 

I blog about my thoughts, my experiences, my feelings about matters, how i view the world… Sometimes i go on and on and i feel good about myself after finishing a piece.  I feel good about having to express myself.  I think about the readers whose lives I will touch or whose feelings I will move with my insights.  I think about the ones I will entertain with my sometimes shallow humor.  I think about the people who will smile after reading about an escapade.  And I feel happy… satisfied… proud, even.

Then after half a day has passed, I will check my stats… only to find out that there’s just one reader –who probably just happened to find my site by chance and decided to stay on it and read…

I will try to check again come night time… and then I will see that the lone reader is still very much alone.

The following day before I post another blog, I will check my stats once more to see if there was any movement while I was sleeping… hoping that I have loyal followers from another time zone.  Sometimes i get two or three more. On good days, I will probably have 5.

Yes, it can get frustrating somewhat.

Sometimes I wonder if I am really a good writer… because if I were interesting enough, then maybe I will have more followers.  Right now I think the only people who constantly follow my blogs are my cousin/person, my close friend (when not busy and when reminded)… and oh yeah, Me. 

So, so sad.

But then when I think about it, I remember the reason why I started all these…

I started blogging for self-expression.  I started blogging because I loved writing and I express myself better with written words.  Make me speak in front of people and I will probably spend thirty minutes vomiting before every speech.  If you want to know my thoughts, make me sit down and write.  It’s much easier for me that way. Besides, there’s always delete.  I can edit out the words that don’t fit.

I blog because I get to think about things whenever I write about them.  I get to ask myself questions, and most of the time I find the answers, as well.  Of course I would love to be able to share my ideas and thoughts and misadventures with someone.  I would love to inspire people.  Putting a smile on a reader’s face is a nice outcome.  But then given that I don’t have much followers yet, well, I blog more for myself. 

Sometimes my topic don’t make much sense.  Well, a lot of the things in this world don’t make much sense.  But they make life more interesting in a way. 

I blog because writing is a passion.  I am a writer… and writers write. 

I do believe that if I keep blogging, they — my readers– will come.  And so I keep the faith.

Le Penne

 

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