Age Is Just A Number

For me, counting birthdays and determining how "old" you are can indeed affect your way of thinking and behaving... it's like a mind programming that tells you " you are one year older so you should act older"... like when somebody tells you,"you're already too old to play with toys" or you're too old for her/him". I mean, when you were still young, people look at you and say comments like "you're still young to get married" or you're still too young to have a baby". Later on as years passed by, some of these people tend to be scared to commit due to the fact that they are still "too young" and therefore not ready to get serious.But later on as your age reach 29 or 39 or 49, you'll start to get scared of the next bigger number then you start to realize you're getting older and then you imagine how it will be to live in the 30's,40's or 50's and worst is how you will look like in your 60's.
Age is just a number. But why do we judge a 20 yr old girl who wants to marry a 40 yr old guy? Why do we not find it appropriate for a 50 yr old woman to date men in their 40's? Because inside our head we have been taught a different scenario... that young couple are still " too young to settle in" and that " old people should just retire because they are already over-aged to flirt or fall in love.
Society teaches us traditions like counting birthdays and minding age gaps.But we must keep in mind that the number of your age will not determine "how matured you are mentally and emotionally". A 10 yr old child could be mentally more intelligent than a 20 yr old Miss Universe candidate or a 40 year old guy could still be emotionally immature and therefore feels that he is not yet ready to commit,get married and have children.Many often see themselves not yet ready for something even though they are already at a certain age.
Many older women experience growing anxieties as they reach the age of 50's or even at an earlier age. Even women in their 30's start to fear of the old age as they start to see signs of wrinkles on their faces. Independent women as they reach the age of 40 will suddenly realize they want to have a baby and procreate whatever it takes to experience a woman's stage of "becoming a mother".
Whatever's the age of a person doesn't really matter. What matters are the experiences you had encountered and the memories that will linger as time passes by.We can count on years,but the years can't count or measure the knowledge and wisdom a person has obtained in the years of his life...

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Getting Out of Economic Bondage

With almost everything commercialized, someone needs to earn money to pay for everything...electricity,water,food etc etc. The list goes on.We have become dependent on money to sustain our everyday life as if we live a life that revolves around money and its influence. As a result people experience poverty and misery.


When I was 5 years old I thought everything was free and available whenever I needed anything. When I was hungry I asked for food and there it was given. Then I turned 6 and had to go to school.My mother had to give me a coin that I did not know for what use.I was told I had to give it in return for a snack and a drink.And I started wondering why we have to do that.After school I wander around our neighborhood to spot for ripe fruits on trees.Then all I need was to ask permission to climb on their tree to get some then share my harvest to the generous owner.I did that "climbing trees hobby" until I was 14 and got told "Ít's inappropriate for a girl to climb on trees like a monkey". I became conscious when they say 'my panty is showing off.But anyway,I minimized my climbing activities to concentrate more on my school activities and home chores.Life as I see in my teenage years became more complicated.

That was my experience years ago.Now that I am married and have kids,life gets more and more complicated especially with the newer and newer technology that offers almost everything you want in return for your fortune and hard earned money.One thing I learned.We only have these basic needs : food and water, clothing, shelter. The rest of the other things which consume a lot of money are mostly miscellaneous bills that add up to become the pricey "liked or wanted items" that you can REALLY LIVE WITHOUT.


It's not easy to get out from the bondage of money where each citizen of a country is always under economic control of these big-time businessmen and politicians.Capitalism has long been introduced in many countries starting from the western world and spreading to the developing countries and most people engaged in businesses just socialize for the sake of business. As they say: "Nothing personal, just doing business." That's the few things I don't like about businessmen... you cannot be sure of their sincerity... as the term goes- they are usually business-minded and always go for money and profit.

I don't fully blame these bussinessmen and capitalists. I understand that it's their goal in life and so they have to go for it no matter how much it had to cost for other people and how much other people had to suffer to do manual labor to obtain their products.

The only solution to get out of this economic bondage and to be free from poverty is to realize first that all these material things beyond your needs which are for sale are just decorations of life-- creating temptations to motivate people to work harder.It's their choice to be tempted or not. To be free from poverty is to know what poverty really is and to realize we can do simple things to get out from poverty -- if we really think we are poor.As long as you still meet the basic needs everyday, you are not poor. Poverty is just in the mind.And money is not the basis to measure poverty and richness. As long as you are capable of doing something to provide your basic needs, you are still free to choose to live a life dependent of the economy that big businesses controlled or live an independent life free from the dictations of the society.

To get out of the economic bondage is to learn ways to be independent from the outside supply-- meaning you have to learn to produce and sustain your needs-- from food to clothes to shelter.Food is the most important and the solution is to plant in your garden.I guess for the rest you can figure out a way to solve your needs.This process has to be done slowly but surely you will see the sweet fruits of your labor.

Few Things About Belgium-- Good and Bad

Well, I have no other major complaints about living in Belgium except for the crap weather... you see, when it's cold,it's very cold and snow is rare...I seldom see snow during winter... and when it snows, there's traffic jam everywhere! And the snow only last for a couple of days and then back to dry cold temperature that breaks my lips and gives me electric shocks everytime I touch the car door.Now let's talk about summmer... my favorite season... well more or less. I think I prefer the end of spring and start of summer...when bald trees start to have green leaves again and flowers bloom everywhere.But hey, careful, you might go out then boom-- hales of ice as big as pingpong balls if not like corn grains would suddenly fall from the sky! And yes,in summer it's hot... really hot but dryyyy... and when it rains, it really pours " comme une vache qui pisse" ( like a cow that pees) ! lol
Blogging about Belgium weather,I think is just typical for someone who has not encountered such a crap weather before in his entire existence...like many said, only in Belgium... name them--- hundreds of kinds of beer yet many Belgians still drink in moderation, and aahh-- the heavenly Belgian chocolates many tourists claim to be the finest in the world... then added to these records are the best tennis players in the world.What else?... yes! Belgium is the country with the most divorce rate! Then as I said,it has the crappest weather.... but the funniest thing I know about Belgium is- it's known for its popular "Mannekin Pis", a small statue (fountain)of a little boy who pees!From time to time it wears some costume during special holidays.

But seriously, Belgians are also serious with regards to government and politics.Maybe the reason why the UN headquarter is put here. They are serious when it comes to invention. The man who invented the Saxophone is a Belgian.And the actor Jean-Claude Van Damme is a Belgian for those who don't know.And I said serious because if in Paris they have the Eiffel tower, in Brussels they have the Atomium, a giant replica of an atom.
Ah,all these flowery words about Belgium... but still I would'nt like to stay here all my life. Living in this country of many opportunities is still a sad place of refuge for me. You see, getting along with the Belgians is my other issue aside from the weather.Belgians, you see, do not really consider themselves foremost as Europeans like the Americans feel they are ( even if they are originally Europeans as well hehehe ) Belgians, if compared to a Filipino Scenario are like the Tagalogs and the Bisayas. The Tagalogs feel they are superior than the Bisayas but the Bisayas don't give a shit. They go to Luzon anyway and look for a job-- either they end up as maids or nannies or they become famous singers and actors. Anyway, whatever they do to get a decent job they still don't gain respect from fellow Filipinos because the Tagalogs have this "inferiority complex" ( not all Tagalogs though ) Once they learn you are a Bisaya, they will look down on you like they see their housemaid character in you.And they mock you with your accent when you try to speak their language.Anyway, I'll blog about that when I have time.I'll focus first on Belgian scenario.

In Belgium there are 3 major divisions of their citizens namely, Flamands and Wallon.The 3rd one,Germanophone are not very aggressive with regards to dominance. And so, 2 major language play a role in Belgian government.They both fight for their own rights and for their territories. In Belgian products, it is obligatory to put both Flemish and French translation of their marketing labels and other inscriptions as well as the ingrediesnts.

If you are just a tourist, it's okay if you don't speak their language.They too can speak English... well mostly the Flemish can speak English.But if you want to become a permanent resident, you have to study their language.And knowing that there are 2 languages to learn, well, all I can say is good luck to your Belgian adaptation and welcome to Belgium!

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A New Story of a Desperate Housewife

Oh well,as desperate as it would sound,you sure will understand what I mean.I didn't get enough sleep last night(again).Yes,it's just one of those "stuffs" pregnant women usually undergo....insomnia...or better yet, sleeping disorder.I don't know why but I just suddenly wake up without any reason then I couldn't go back to sleep at once.Maybe it's due to my husband's snoring,or the sound of all the appliances in the house on stand-by or it's just me and my sleeping pattern.My sleep rythm is starting to get fragile that even a little bed movement can wake me up.This is not my first time getting pregnant yet this pregnancy is indeed more challenging than my first one.

I guess I just slept like 4 hours all in all.Worse thing is when I stay awake for more than 30 minutes my stomach starts to crave for something to eat or if not,it's my dry mouth that would urge me to get up and drink water...then after...to the water disposal "wee wee"....lol
Today I'm desperate to find answers on the internet or tips how to get a better sleep.

6:30 in the morning my husband's alarm radio turned on and there is no way I can go back to sleep to wait for the alarm assigned for me at 7:25. So before my alarm radio turns on I am already wide awake in the toilet or already dressing up ready to go down and eat a little breakfast.Today (like many other days)I was lucky my sweetie brought me a cup of hot chocolate milk and a bread.It was a relieve(for my complaining stomach) as well as it was a bother for the rest of my body that was still complaining of fatigue and requesting for more sleep.But well,I got to get prepared than just stay there lying down still wide awake.As all weekdays,I have to do my routine of getting myself ready and waking up my son and getting him ready as well then send him to school.
So there it was,we were able to catch the bus right on time...still feeling exhausted,I kept on yawning on the way to school.
As usual,before I left him inside the classroom,I was taking a look at what he's doing and how he is mingling with the other kids.I can see he is well-behaved there(maybe because there are lots of other kids well-behaving to get a reward later on and there is that famous reserved white chair for those who will be punished to sit on it at the corner).

I got back home and still tired from the lack of sleep.I decided to lie down on the sofa and tried to get back to sleep again.To my surprise,my polish friend gave me a surprise visit.She is also a desperate housewife ike me...lol. Her son and my son are in the same school and today she took him there by bike.She decided to drop by to talk about her miserable days with her mom-in-law who will stay in their house until end of March.I understand she needed somebody to talk to and share her burdens and headaches and so I set aside my sleeping plan to listen to her and show my sympathy.It also helped me to think that my life is better and my problem is nothing compared to hers.Somehow she helped me with my problem...knowing that someone else has worse problems than mine makes me feel less problematic.

In the Beginning ( The Story of the Creation of this Blog and More)

Not so long ago, in a faraway kingdom of Belgium, a desperate housewife named Theresa decided to create a blog on the internet. And so her "behind the scene" story of how her blog was created goes like this....

"Late afternoon when the sun starts to set,my husband Marc came from his work. I told him I want to create a personal blog but I don't know where to start one.There are lots of websites offering free postings and all the craps and being less knowledgeable about internet stuffs I asked his opinion about it... instead of only opinion, I got his full-free package of services which includes him taking over the computer doing stuffs for me(he finds it easier and faster that way than letting me do it myself and bombarding him with tons of questions that take hours of his time explaining).So I decided to sit on the nearby sofa behind him...now instead of me asking him like maybe 20-30 questions usually starting with HOW's, it's him asking me maybe 4-8 questions usualy WHAT's... like What page color do you like? or What page layout do you like? The rest, I just leave it all to him...it enables us,especially him to save time and effort(on my side).The funny moment starts when it's time to put the title of the blog...so he asked: " What title do you like me to put? " Hhhmmmm...I haven't really thought about that...so he suggested: What about Theresa's Blog?" I said no,it's already too common to name a blog a blog...lol...So then I told him maybe some words that would more or less rhyme with Theresa...but I know him well he couldn't wait that long (like overnight)to make me decide...so he suggested again.What about: Theresa Ohlala or Ohlala Theresa...?" I didn't know how many milliseconds it took me to react to it... but we had a laugh like crazy...he added more crazy and stupid suggestions that really made my blog and that day unforgettable... And so it ended up with an agreement to have the title Theresa's World... for now...

My blog sharing is usually not about the things usual women share like tips on how to save on shopping or cooking or telling others tips on effective cleaning or how you get into the mode of fashion. In Theresa's World, I share simple things about my life according to how I see it.Everybody has his own way of living life .You see it according to how you want to see it...in a specific angle you chose.We each have our own versions of the story.For sure if you'll asked my husband his side of the story it wouldn't be expressed like mine.Because men and women, generally speaking, live in two different state of mindfulness...most men are mindful in physical state that involves seeing and touching while most women in emotional state that involves sentimental feelings and aspirations.So even though they are both involved in the same experience their way of experiencing it are not the same.So much with lecturing...let's go back to my side of the story.

According to me,the life we have as a couple is amazing... like in the game of The Amazing Race, we both race as a team...our mission is to make it to the pit stop as a healthy team...meaning no arguments or no hurt feelings and no exchange of harsh words...and to always remember that its just a game...if ever there is some misunderstanding,we have to talk about it and find a way to contemplate each other...

And now after 6 years of marriage,inspite of life's ups and downs, we still find the moments to laugh together, have fun together and even just sit beside each other without saying a word and still find it fun...even if sometimes it's hard for him to contemplate and understand me, but still we find a way to reach out for each other inspite of our cultural differences,our 12 years of age gap and him being raised in Mars and me in Venus.Now our extra mission is to reach out for our growing family...our son who was born on Earth,now speaking an alien "Frenchic" language that sounds more like french mixed up with english accent and a chinese pronunciation that he calls,in his own term, a "Singapore" language...Makes me wonder how it will be with our second child ( still under construction )....