Friday Five: Little Iya

I had a pag-iinarte moment last Halloween when I called my Dad to tell him, “Hindi niyo ako mahal!!!” because I did not experience trick or treat when I was a kid. He had to remind me na hindi uso ‘yon sa lugar namin sa Bataan and that nakarami naman ako nang napuntahan ko na mga fiesta. Point taken. :p

I was just kidding when I told him that, you know. I had a wonderful childhood. In fact, I’ve been posting a lot of old photos on my Facebook wall lately just because it makes me remember how much my parents have always loved and adored me. 🙂

Here are my top 5 fave posts:

{biik na may mischievous smile, baka basa na lampin ko}

They said I was such a well-behaved baby. I wonder what happened over the years… Bakit MAS well behaved ako ngayon. Hahahah!

{gigil sa mukha ni Mama, pakita ng pwet ang pornstar bebe}

It was very easy to make me smile or laugh. Bungisngis daw ako. Obvious naman, di’ba? Hanggang ngayon naman ang babaw ko pa rin.

{ebidensiya na mahilig ako sa fried chicken}

Wala daw akong arte sa pagkain. Lahat daw nilalamon ko. But I was not so fond of chocolates and fruits like other kids.

{sino nagsasabing mukha akong maldita? angelic kaya. ANGELIC!!!}

SERIOUSLY, I was never spoiled. I was never a brat, too. Errr… okay, sige… slight. Slight lang. Takot ko lang kina Daddy at Mama! Mapapalo talaga ako! My parents were strict until I was in college. Hindi ako makapag-inarte sa kanila dati kaya ngayon ko na lang ginagawa. :p

{who’s a daddy’s girl? meeeeee!!!}

I have a lot of kengkoy conversations with my Daddy and I am indeed a daddy’s girl. But hey! I’m a Mama’s girl, too! Wala naman ng alternative si Mama kasi ako lang ang anak nila! Yep, to those who still do not know, I am an only child. Only problem, sabi nga ni Daddy dati. (Loko ‘yun ah. Hehe.)

So, yeah, not being able to dress like a vampire or witch and get candies from the neighbors did not stop me from having a happy childhood. I would still wanna dress up for Halloween next year though! :p

Belated Happy Halloween!


Advance Merry Christmas!

AND OF COURSE… ADVANCE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! 😀 Cheers to remembering happy times and pressing on to make happiER times!


listening to: Daft Punk – Robot Rock

My 30th Birthday Wishlist

I’m turning 30 in a week and I’m excited, anxious, happy and scared all at the same time. Oo,  nababaliw ako na magte-trenta na ako! :))

Been think of crazy things to do before I hit the big 3-0 and I have thought of a few. Not gonna share ’em until I accomplish everything though. That is if I get enough courage to do those things! Pero sabi ko nga lagi, there are things that will look stupid if done in one’s 30’s. Pero sinabi ko rin ‘yan nung 19 ako a couple of days before I hit 20. :p

Anyhoodles, here are the things that will make me VERY happy on my 30th. =)

Behold my 30th birthday wishywishlist!

SMALL CAKE (with candles!)

FLOWERS (pink, yellow, peach white roses or tulips)


NECKLACE (with thin long strand/s)

OTTERBOX case for a Samsung Galaxy W

SHAWLS (black, purple, pink, green… plain is ok, if not, make it floral)

CARDIGANS (mustard, dark pink, green, lavender, royal blue)

HOODIE! (black, pink or red)

NAIL POLISH (dark red, dark gray)

BELTS (red, black, cream BUT preferably brown, and braided)

BAGS (handbag with long strap or big bags, dark pink, red, brown/cream or floral)


MAKE UP (bronzer, blush, eye liner)

WATCH (black)

FOREVER 21/CONTI’S/SM/AYALA GC’s or the likes hehe

on December 19, 10pm-godknowswhen at Whistlestop, Jupiter Street. That’s where my birthday salubong will take place. If you know I don’t wanna see you, be faaaaarrrr away from that area. Like a region away.

or send ’em to my office (Recruitment Office, BPI Buendia Center) on December 19 any time from 9am to 5pm. :p

And nah, I don’t have a Christmas wishlist. MY BIRTHDAY is my special holiday. =)


listening to: Britney Spears – I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman


Shesha Santos Santos

Whenever asked what my real name is, I launch into a lifelong joke that my dad was either drunk or high on shabu when he declared,

“I dub thee Shesha.”

Nakanampooo… had I understood the repercussions of his action, I’d have given Daddy a frightful uppercut with my baby fist. He said, he wanted to name me Vida after one of my maternal aunts, Vina but the name Shesha just got stuck in his head when he saw something on telly about the Shah of Iran. Apparently, he had no knowledge that my name some countries means sea serpent or pipe. I better just stick to English-speaking countries then.

Haaaayyy… Why couldn’t he have named me something simple and easy to pronounce on first sight? Like Jennifer, May, or Paula? Arrrgh, but I’m still grateful that I wasn’t named Vida, because I’ve already met two Vidas I’d stab with glee at any given time.

Because my name seems like it’s taken from a twisted tongue twister (Shesha sells seashells by the seashore shalalalala…), the only people I permit to use it are the people who have known me for 11 years or more. Meaning, one must be a relative, a childhood friend, a gradeschool or highschool acquaintance. Why? Because I did not use Iya until I was in 1st year college. With the exeption of Donnie and Jap who relishes each opportunity when they can call me by my complete name. Shesha Santos Santos.

Not everyone I’ve known for more than a decade call me by my real name though.

To my Dad I’m Shasha or Inshang or Sweetheart (ewwwww).
To my Mom, I’m ‘Nak (duh, it’s short for anak).
To Tita Tida, I’m Shae (pronounced as shey).
To some of my cousins, I’m ‘Patid (short for kapatid, duh again).
To some of my aunts and uncles, I’m Pa’ngkin (short for pamangkin, double duh… duhduh).

Come college, I decided to use Iya just to make things a lil bit simpler for me. The history of Iya is this: my godbrother Aldwin when he was 3 or 4 had trouble saying my name maybe because his front teeth were missing then or he just had a case of childhood sh-deficiency (haha, imbento). Instead of Shesha, he called me E-A. I remember him running around their garden screaming Translation: “Ae E-a, Ae E-a, biyi ayo ay keem!!!”“Ate Shesha, Ate Shesha, bili tayo ice cream!”

Not everyone from college onwards call me by my preferred nickname as expected.

Some of my kabarkadas call me Eee (like Chie and Delight).
Some of them call me Iyapok (go figure).
Donnie calls me Bitch as an endearment, I call him back Slut. Whore for Jap. Vakla for Eunice.
I’m Besty to them otherwise.
I’m Ate, Ateng, or Darling to the friendly carinderia tindera in Boni.
I’m Atche to our QA Ems.
I was Baby to 2 of my exes, Hun to another 2.
I was Boss to one who didn’t quite make the cut but acted like he did.
I’m Iya Bebe to Nico, Ciara (at times) to Oryx. I call one of them John Lloyd.
I’m Babe (The Gallant Pig) to my friend, Homer.
I’m Iyaiyayow or Alphasensei to my blogfriends.
To my former pupils in preschool, I’m Teacher Iya.
To my former gradeschool, highschool, and college students, I’m Miss Iya.
Ma’am Iya to my applicants now that I’m a recruiter.
I’m Tita Ganda or Ninang Ganda to all my nieces, nephews, and godchildren who want to receive gifts from me on Christmas.
I’m Mrs. Justin Randall Timberlake to myself in my fantasies, hehe.

And you can start my calling me Ganda or Sexy if you need a favor, though satisfactory results are not guaranteed.

If you wanna start hating on me, you can call me whatever you like. Just be fair and let me throw some right back at you.

Oh yeah, before I forget, my dad would lie at times and say he named me after Sharon Cuneta and Sheryl Cruz. Like. And in those times, I’d wonder, “Oh Lord, ampon ba ako? Baket ang laki ng galet sa’kin ng Tatay ko?” No wonder I hate Mr. DJ and Mr. Dreamboy with a passion.

Uh-oh. Me thinks this post will pave way to new nicknames for me.

Oh well, bring it on. Sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me. Unless they’re carved in wood and thrown at me.



Thanks to Jewel for tagging me! 🙂


listening to: Rihanna – Breakin Dishes

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