Suck it up

Had dinner with two male Pinoy colleagues yesterday night and of course I had to open my big trap and said,'I am homesick and I wanna go live in Manila again.'

If I had been unconsciously waiting for them to console me and cheer me up like girlfriends usually do when one is in a deep funk, well, I got none of that.

After a round of questioning about why I would want to leave (to be with my family, to be home), why I've never just packed up and left (I will miss the money I make here and the better kind of living this place offers) and what things I usually do outside of work that are meaningful and fulfilling to me (none, I think), one later offered this advice: If you stay, then you just have to suck it up.

Men.

I don't like the fist-without-velvet gloves approach to 'counselling' but it sure brought home the point.

I gotta suck it up.

Bryanboy

I got forwarded the link to Bryanboy's site and my god, he is hilarious and entertaining in a freeky sort of way. I covet his fabulous bags and wish I could indulge as much.

But I can tell you myself that retail therapy hardly ever quiets what is demonizing you. Sure, buying something frivolous, especially something really ex, can make you feel happy for a day or two, but that's about the power it has. And I do know whereof I speak. I have a bejewelled Omega and a condo bought in emotionally trying times as proof.

Homesick

Been thinking of doing this for a while -- blog, that is -- and finally, here I am!

My name's Jo Anne and I've been living for 6 years in the country that made it from third world to first in only 30 years or so.

Despite the fact that I was only in Manila a month ago, I've been homesick the day after I came back here. Yes, I am perpetually pining for Manila, counting days to when I can go home again. It's been like this from Day 1 for me. But if you ask me if I will ever move back and live in my beloved country again, I would have to say, not for a very long time yet.

To be away from home is heartwrenching.