I just realized that I haven't made a good intro for this blog yet. I went on instead with the story of the facial treatment which wasn't even worth telling here. Anyway, here it goes. I know I'm not good in compositions so please bear with me. And oh! Please feel free to say anything in the chatterbox. My soul must have done something terribly good before I came into being. To have such great parents, sometimes I wonder, am I worthy of being their child? I don't want to dig into the details of their rearing skills, but I just want to share that the way they have brought me up is something that I would be thankful for the rest of my life. I owe them a debt that I could never repay. You now might think that they're perfect but they're not. Sometimes they can also be infuriating. Again, I don't want to go into the details. Remember what the commandment says!PHAEDRA MEREWYN VARQUEZ LUNA is my whole name. My first names were taken from the Greek mythology by my father who probably wants his children to have a different kind of existence. A different kind of existence it is! When I was 4 years old, I didn't know that writing my whole name was just the beginning of my problems. During that time I wanted to change it to Jennifer and so my father called me Jennifer for two days. But then, I changed my mind of having that name permanently because it was too "feminine" and my brothers kept on teasing me. When I was in high school my mother told me she wanted to name me Sheila, after her favorite drama character over the radio. I like the name, Sheila, but too many people have that name already. Luckily, I was "desensitized" and started to like my name, except during the first few days of e v e r y schoolyear when teachers are still warming up their orofacial structures to be able to pronounce my name. Now let me emphasize that my first name is pronounced as fey-dra, accent is on the first syllable. I have surrendered to the fact that it really takes a certain getting used to. It's hard to find something nice to say especially now that school works are starting to pile up again. It's like you're trying to imagine a pleasant meadow while you're amidst a heavy traffic in EDSA. I'm not good at this. Uhm, is there a Nobel Prize for online journal composition? Basta, wala na lang introduction. This will be just an ordinary entry. |