If you sense that something is not going well, believe it. Don’t dwell on the possibility that like any other problems, “this too shall pass.” If you think that you need to find your way out of the situation, believe your intuition. If you feel so powerless and fate is not favoring you, gather your strength and look for ways to survive. Nothing can be so depressing than being trapped in a situation that you have no choice. Believe in yourself, have faith in God but most of all, be confident in yourself.
Category: Life & Love
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1. The year was 1998 and cellphones were not quite popular back then. My then bf agreed that we would meet at their house after classes. Both of us were not aware of the typhoon signal. I was at the middle of a classroom discussion when the messenger sent a memo to my instructor that the Dean suspended the classes due to storm signal # 3. A Nepalese neighbor asked me if I wanted to go home with him. I told him that I would be seeing my boyfriend. I took a cab and went to my boyfriend’s house. My then boyfriend was surprised to see me. He said he didn’t expect me to come as he became aware of the typhoon.
2. I could be paranoid at times. My then (2nd) boyfriend and I agreed that he would go to my place after work. I did not eat supper because I was expecting that he would take me out. When it was 9PM, I ate some crackers and texted him. He was not replying. I fell asleep after that and when I woke up at 2AM, there was still no text message from him. I texted some of his officemates to check if he was with them. They said that they left him in the office. I was very worried that something bad happened to him. He was accident-prone and always absent-minded. At 2:30 AM, I decided to go to the office and asked the security guard on duty if he happened to see my boyfriend around. I went to his office and found nobody there. His PC was still warm; a sign that he must have left just earlier when I arrived. I went to the satellite police station not knowing what to do (forgive me, I was just 24 then, easily frightened) Then, I called up one of his officemates and told him that my boyfriend was missing.
“Iris, believe me, he’s just unwinding somewhere else,” he said.
“No, he’s not. It’s very unusual of him not to text me. Could you go here in front of the police station and accompany me to the police?”After 10 minutes, my then (2nd) boyfriend arrived, unimpressed. Hehehe….I should have listened to his officemate that he could be unwinding somewhere else.
3. Miel gave me an engagement ring after a month of dating. I consider it the craziest thing that I did for love. No woman in her right mind would easily accept a marriage proposal from her boyfriend whom she barely knew. But I was in love and when I’m in love, I do the crazy things that I wouldn’t do when I’m not in love.
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I’ve always been a great fan of roses. There’s something in this flower that awakens the romantic side of me. Allow me to reminisce my romantic moments with this flower.
White rose- I got my first white rose from a puppy love if you could call dating someone at 17 a puppy love. His love was pure and intense. We were young. He was ready for a relationship, I was not. He was a gentleman, I was immature. I hurt him many times, he forgave me more than those many times. He set me free when I met my first real relationship.
Red Rose- My first red rose came from a law student. He was seven years older than me. He was experienced, I was a neophyte. He wanted to go back to his youth, I wanted to know how it felt like to be twenty-five. He dated a number of women, slept with them and was still casual with them, I had no experience at all when it comes to relationships. At some point, he nearly took advantage of my innocence, I was lucky to found friends to protect me from him. The match did not materialize. He ended up with my friend. For some reasons, he wanted me to date his friend who was a law student, too. He set up the date for us. Law Student # 2 gave me red roses, too. We went to Camp John Hay. It was very cold that day. He offered me his jacket. I politely refused to get it. He held my trembling hands. Just like Law Student # 1, he was older than me and experienced. I knew that the match would not materialize. Two weeks after that date, I became closer with my future first boyfriend. He was a classmate; snobbish and aloof. Maybe the projects that we did together became the bridge that moved us close to one another. Before I knew it, we were dating. He gave me red roses on Valentine’s Day. It was my first Valentine’s with a boyfriend. A week after Valentine’s, Law Student # 2 visited me at the boarding house. There were red roses on my bed. I was touched. I thanked him and I told him that I needed to sleep.
“See you tomorrow at school,” he said.
After my Technical Drawing Class 2, he was outside the classroom. He offered to carry my T-square. My first boyfriend arrived. Both of them were clueless of each other. I broke my silence, I introduced them to each other. Law Student # 2 was silent. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I was just being honest to my feelings. I was very much in love with my first boyfriend.Artificial Pink Rose- My second boyfriend could me every materials things that I wanted except a flower. It was our first Valentine’s Day. He gave me artificial pink roses. He justified why he gave me an artificial one instead of fresh ones by saying that plastic roses could last forever. Our love story was doomed from the start. It was complicated and stressful. No wonder, we didn’t last. I said to myself, if he would give me yellow roses, the fresh ones and not the plastic ones, then I would stay in the relationship and I wouldn’t mind our differences. I waited for the yellow roses. I waited until the relationship had to end.
Yellow Roses- My third boyfriend and my future husband was short of the qualities that I was looking for in a partner. He was five years my junior and the idea of dating somebody younger did not appeal to me. He was religious, I was an atheist. Okay, to make it less harsh, maybe I was agnostic. But love really moves in mysterious ways. I embraced his religion and did not felf uncomfortable with the 5-year age gap. In my mind, if he could give me a yellow rose, no questions asked, I would marry him. He gave me yellow roses on two separate occasions. That was it, I took the cue and accepted his engagement ring.
My husband loves me to give me roses. The last rose that I received from him was last October, for my birthday. =)
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http://www.journal.com.ph/index.php/headlines/27185-10-workers-plunge-to-death.html
Heartbreaking. Depressing. They were just working.
My condolences to the family of the victims.
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So, I’m starting the year positive and bright as much as possible. A friend turned minimalist and I am one of his followers. I decided it’s time to assess what’s inside my closet and what’s on my shoe rack because I could be keeping unwanted stocks.
I started with my underwear drawer. I threw away old socks and brassiers.
Then, I went to check on my shoes, flip flops and sandals. I decided to let go of my black boots eventhough it was my favorite. The irreparable hole on it would not be good on my uniform. I let go of an old blue sneakers that I was not using for the past two years. The old pink sneakers must go, too. I decided to include Chang’s violet sneakers, too. The old yellow sandals were not impressive anymore, the blue clogs needed overhauling and the red flip flops looked boring.
My final destination was my closet. I removed all my clothes that I felt inappropriate to my age. It’s good to see those clothes being worn by my tweener especially the cropped green jacket and the nice green dress. I gave the other clothes to Adi’s nanny and she took a look at the shoes/sandals/flip flops to check if she wanted any.
It’s good to see my closet reflecting the real inventory of what I have and what I need. I don’t need too much clothes. I don’t need too much footwear.
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Apparently, this is done by a carnapping syndicate given the striking similarity in the manner of killing their victims. Atty. Oliver Lozano, Emerson’s father, claimed that his son was a victim of mistaken identity. Of whose identity, he did not elaborate.
My heart goes out to Venzon Evangelista’s wife. I saw her on TV last Monday night and she was hoping that her husband was still alive.
Both of the victims’ vehicles are still missing. Carnappers have evolved these days. They’re getting worse than kidnappers.
Let these two cases be solved FAST.
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Bata pa ako, I was sure that I wanted to be a wife and a mother. Nauna ko yung pinangarap kesa pangarapin ng isang batang babae ang maging isang nurse o doktor. Alam ko ngayon, di ako motherly in so many ways or perhaps, hindi lang ako ang traditional mom pero sa isip ko, pinakamasayang araw ko ay ang maging wife and mother. Siguro nga, in relation to my previous posts, iyon ang reason why I admire motherly figures like Pia Magalona, Coney Reyes and even my own mother!
Ano ba ang tamang edad sa pag-aasawa ng isang babae? Sa akin, 25 years old is fine. By today’s standard, bata pa yun dahil sa edad na yan pa lang nagsisimulang maging stable sa work ang isang babae. Kung dumating ang tamang lalaki sa akin noong 25 years old ako at mabait naman sya, maayos, maalaga at masikap sa buhay, buong puso kong tatanggapin ang alok na yon. Siyanga pala, dumating din ako sa puntong ako na mismo ang nagtanong sa boyfriend ko that time kung ano ba ang plano namin sa pagpapakasal. Hindi nya ako sinagot.
Magkaiba ang panuntunan ng babae at lalaki sa kasal pero isa lang ang dulo nyan: pag mahal ka ng tao, hindi maaaring hindi ka ihawla nyan sa isang commitment. Panigurado ba. Kaya nga uso ang engagement ring, engagement bracelet at kung ano pang anik-anik. Pag ang lalaki ay gusto ka lang i-commit sa kanya through living in, at alam nyang ang nasa puso mo ay pagpapakasal, get out of the relationship. Maaaring mahal ka nya pero hindi ikaw ang babaeng gusto nyang pakasalan. Don’t give me that bullshit na liberated kayo. Heck, kahit ang pinakaliberal na taong alam na natin like Britney Spears, nagpapakasal pa nga rin. Si David Beckham nga na pwedeng magpalit ng girlfriend as often as he wants ay piniling maging asawa ni Victoria. My point is, pag gusto ka, ikakadena ka sa kasal.
Tama rin ang desisyon ni Pia Guanio to find a new love dahil kung totoo ang balita na si Vic Sotto ang ayaw magpakasal, it’s just right for Pia to find that commitment from someone else.
Tama ang desisyon ni Camille Pratts to get married pagkatapos mabuntis ng boyfriend nya dahil mabuti naman itong asawa at ama.
Nakakatuwa ring makabalita ng mga kinakasal ulit pagkatapos di maging successful ang kanilang unang kasal. Ikakasal ang classmate ko ng highschool. Second marriage nya ito at sana, maging maayos na ang married life nya this time.
Ako rin ang tipo na hindi bitter-bitteran pag may ex akong kinakasal. Para lang kasi yang jigsaw puzzle. Hindi kami ang magkatugma kaya bakit ipipilit pa? Hindi lang ex-bf ang sinasabi ko, ha? Mga ex-suitor, ex-crush, ex-MU, ex-muntik-ng-maging-bf. It amazes me na sa dinami-dami ng lalaki sa mundo eh sa asawa ko ako nagpakasal. Destiny ang tawag dun.
Nakakainis ang mga sobrang bilib sa sarili na babae, usually mga 23-26 years old, na very proud sa pagre-reject ng marriage proposal ng boyfriend nila. Girl, pag 35 ka na at kulubot, baka kahit sino na lang eh tanggapin mo! Wag kang sobrang proud at baka ipagpalit ka sa iba nyan, iiyak-iyak ka!
The World of Second Chances 