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Friday, December 25, 2009

REMINISCING...

It has never been a question of who has forgotten and who forgets...

but sometimes, you know what's sad? Twas when you never had the chance to understand things clearly 'cause twasn't explained to you...

There's a definite pain on being the only one who remembers everything...

(It's common for all of us to seek approval for our actions. At times, the esteem of others can be so important that it becomes our way to measure our measure as a person when the only fault we did was to love.)

christmas blues

i know i shouldn't be in this blank mood but i feel so empty... i missed my mom so much cuz this is my first christmas without her... i missed my closest friends whom i'm cut off for now...i missed that person who scolded me last year day before christmas just so... i missed few former officemates, damn right..i missed a lot!


and what's more? we went to that place again where i'd reconnect again with memories of traumas, heartaches, hatred and so much more...i felt sad for my lil gurl...for sure she won't sleep again tonight...


christmas this year was definitely not a happy one at all...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

REMEMBERING THE PERSON IN YOU...

I often wanted to be alone
Dreaming and hoping in solitude zone
That was how I want it to be,
So that no one can see and hurt the real me.

But you came and intrude in my dream,
Smiling and grinning, filling me with stories
It leaves me thinking of what is you scheme...
Ever suspicious, of the motives you bring.

But then you left me no choice,
Too late I found, my mask I no longer hold
I found myself responding to all your jokes
Forgetting the caution, letting you get close.

Now I'm confused on what to do
I don't want to be hurt, though i already am
I have to get away from you
But what can I do?
When this soul is used to the warm trap that is you?

PERHAPS

Perhaps we shouldn't have met
And I wouldn't be loving you this much.
Perhaps I shouldn't have known you
And I wouldn't be attached to you.
Maybe you shouldn't have made me laugh
And I won't be longing for you every time of the day.
Maybe you shouldn't have given me your shoulder
And I wouldn't be missing you every time I'm alone.
Maybe you shouldn't have listened to me
And I wouldn't be used to having you beside me.
Maybe you shouldn't have looked at me with very loving eyes
And I wouldn't be dreaming of you liking me.
Maybe things are different, if I never knew you existed...

SO CALLED DISCLAIMER, BUT...(my backup copy)

sent to s******i_a*****4@yahoo.com
Engr.R******E***B*****

Greetings!

Much as I don't wanna intrude your privacy, I don't think I got any other choice right now. I was supposed to send you a disclaimer letter but was directed to send an apology letter instead. I don't wanna pester you or something, I am told to apologize to you in whatever information it is, that might have reached you. It was really embarrassing on my part and I'm really sorry that it could have inflicted negative effect on your reputation.

I have never expected nor anticipated that you'll be into this in any way imaginable 'cause we never talked about you,lest mention your name. We don't even know if you are even familiar with us or have any idea that we even exist in the government office where you've worked before.In view of this, I'd like to apologize on my part and in behalf of my friend since there must have been a miscommunication between me and my friend that somebody must have taken the opportunity using this instance to cause chaos.

It's really unusual that Jane and me thought 'twas only us who knew about the zitch that I let her borrow around P24,000.00 for the treatment and medication of her elder brother. We're not aware who or where the issue that has reached your knowledge started. Again, I regret the negligence of not being aware that you've been included in this, I'm so sorry.I do hope that this letter has enlightened you and that we're hoping there would be no further conflict or complain from you on this.

With all due respect, sir I'm asking you a favor, in behalf of my friend who will leave the office soon since she'll be getting married in January. I am held responsible in fixing this office issue though my friend was the one being indicted here. I am appealing to you in her behalf. I, personally would want no possible complications for her since her fiance is not a Filipino National. We are anticipatingyour fair comprehension on this matter.

Thank you very much and God bless.


Sophia de Las Llagas Zenarosa
Alternate PIO
Public Information Office
DPWH-Albay Engineering District


Note:(one of the few personal disclaimers which I am s'posed to send)

Hey,

With regards to those that might be posted on your different online accounts. I am sorry if it could have irritated you. I regret to inform you that I have been negligent of my different online accounts by trusting my email and passwords to my friends, thereby letting 'em use my online accounts at my expense. I have never been online for almost 3 months since our wireless router got busted. It has reached my knowledge and I am claiming that i nothing to do with it, I am responsible of this mistake. I am now updating all my accounts and changing all my passwords. I assure you that you can now expect no further nuisance messages from my different online accounts. I'm deeply sorry for all the mess I might have caused you now and all those that was done before. iGracias y Vaya con Deo!

Peaches

INQUIRY : SO YOU SAID YOU DON'T KNOW ME, BUT...

Heyah!

I don't wanna be rude but..I don't understand what seems to be easy to comprehend, now i can't even rationalize nor put proper explanation in my head. If you don't mind, would you be kind enough to answer these questions?

How come you said you don't know me and yet you minded asking me if the guy (which was actually my old classmate a good friend)you saw me talking to was my type?

How come you said you don't know me and yet you are asking me a 1-word question that could possibly mean so many different things all at the same time? ("Ako?")

How would you want me to answer that question?You always ask me so many hypothetical question which were answerable in so many different ways imaginable.

How come you said you don't know me and yet you hand me good ideas, advice and a whole lot of puzzles and quizzes that i like and now missed the most since no one's sending me that?And you're one of the few people i don't have to pretend to and can freely communicate in English...=)

And you said you don't know me yet you checked if i ate my meals already and say good morning to me before i actually wake up and good night before i actually fall asleep?

How come you said you don't know me yet you do know the book author i love the most and that you told me you remembered me just because you saw a book with the same author in your house?

How come you don't know me and yet you know my fave color is black and you tend to wear that color in the office because maybe you know that would make me happy?

You said you don't know me yet you told me your dog's name was Barack(and i knew the story behind the name), you are fond of skateboard and old school bikes and that you're not yet asleep at 1:00am since there'd be an upcoming drag race somewhere?

You told 'em you don't know me and yet some people would ask you why I was absent and you would send me sms telling me to come so they won't look for me?

And you said you don't know me yet we had a bet over the idea that you won't be able to shoot the ball while playing basketball...and i never saw you until the last time you played yet i pretended i didn't see it so i'd won. =)

How come you said you don't know me but finds time to scold me, putting some sense in my head when you thought i might've forgotten it?(this was another part of the person who don't know me that i deeply miss 'cause no one seemed to do this to me but that person)

And you said you don't know me, we're not even friends yet you have the guts to ask me about what time i went home after my friend's birthday bash(around 4am)?

And you also nagged me of the way i dress(as though i'm always ready for night-outs)?

And the one time i put some eyeshadow to mask my eyebags(you said i don't usually wear makeup and then now i do--only once!)?

And then you walked out of me after you speech telling me to have pity on my lil gurls, all that a day before Christmas at my own office table?

Wow!you certainly didn't know me and yet when i learned to drink and started getting drunk and broke all the rules in my usually boring life and did things i've never done before and unknowingly told you things that i'll never say or hadn't even tried saying to anyone and hated myself because i can't accept the fact that i'm starting to fall for you and i don't wanna fall for you...you'd tell me not to worry 'cause you're gonna leave the office soon?

You told 'em you don't know me and yet you're always there in front of our office right before you proceed to your office and the persons around us can't seem to find where the tension was coming from whenever we're in the same place at the same time?

So, how come you said you don't know me and yet we used to have communication before that all knew about but now no one would admit it ever happened nor existed like i was some looney making it all up in my head?

And if you don't know me, then can you please define, elaborate or enlighten me (redundant, i know) why you said you don't know me?and if you don't then after all these what are we? friends? acquaintance? office colleagues?

Why did your girlfriend said you found me scary already and yet she sent sms to me a couple of times and then she and her friend weren't at all convinced that i have no idea nor do i have something to do with you 'break-up' thingy and connived with that old hag in the office who loves hating me just to get back at me one way or another by buying globe sim (way too exaggerated and so much unnecessary,if I may say so) and askin' some people to pose and pretend as you?

(however, those 3 persons who posed as you are don't seem to have the same way of English communication like you do and also forgot to send me puzzles and don't seem to have a clue what i'm talking about if i speak in french or Spanish wherein if twas you, you would've surfed the net or done something so i won't notice you don't know what i'm talking about)

Anyway i had a knack knowing twasn't you but having a ball not to tell 'em and even wrote a letter for you so they won't know they're already busted! And that now, twas the latest mess in the office that i was directed to clean up! Don't you worry i don't intend to get back or make 'em pay! I understand perfectly, they want me out of the office and effective January ima resign and give 'em happiness.

Why? I absolutely don't have a clue where she got that idea and why her friend was asking me if i am the culprit though the communication between us doesn't exist at all? she didn't tell you that, right?

And if you don't know me by any chance, is there any luck that i'd be able to squeeze myself up to set an appointment in your most likely crammed up schedule to find time answering this email so we'd be able to settle this and clear things up and close this book?

And if you don't really know me after all these questions then would you mind me rephrasing it for you? Maybe the proper way to say it if someone ask you if you know me could you just tell 'em NO--NOT ANYMORE!

I still have lots of questions but right now this would be enough. I'm asking you a favor, please explain since this caused anxiety to me.. Maybe if all these we're answered I'd be able to think of something so i'd be able to move on if not forget this once happened to me.Thank you so much.

I'll Remain,
Peaches


Saturday, December 05, 2009

BOB ONG'S SENSIBLE CANDIDNESS... (it struck me kakabasa ng ebooks at ng bob ong paperbacks...)

Wisdom of Bob Ong (Shanna sweetie posted this, too)

1.
Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka niya.

2. Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba.

3. Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang.

4. Huwag na huwag kang hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na.

5. Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin.

6. Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din.

7. Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo.. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang..

8. Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa.

9. Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na hindi mo mahal pero mahal ka... Kaya quits lang.

10. Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo ung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga ung una.

11. Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa.

12. Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda or nakakalibog ito. Totoong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka.

13. Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority.

14. Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw ung bida sa script na pinili niya.

15. Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo.

16. Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala.

17. Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohanan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan.

18. Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, huwag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lang yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!

19. Pakawalan mo ung mga bagay na nakakasakit sayo kahit pinasasaya ka nito. Wag mong hintayin ang araw na sakit na lang ang nararamdaman mo at iniwan ka na ng kasiyahan mo.

20. Gamitin ang puso para alagaan ang mga taong malalapit sayo. Gamitin ang utak pra alagaan ang sarili mo.

21. Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal... Nkakatakot mahulog... At kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka.

I Have Wholeheartedly Trusted You…Why?

November 18th, 2009

I applaud your preparation in setting me up (since last year), perfectly staged. I never really had a chance to doubt it. I’ve been holding on to something that’s never really there at all as the draining days dragged on torturing myself. How could I be such a stupid girl? You played with my emotions, using my family just because you know they are my weakness. Involving people of credible personality. I’d feel so small if these people found out… I’ll lose my face. My, you’re such a push! All these things are just happening in your head and we never even noticed its difference from the truth. We’ve been acting as the well orchestrated marionettes that you’ve been toying in your hand way too long already.Hah! I should have known.. I’ve been existing in that workplace acting as if… assuming what’s not…stupidly naive that because of your plan, they thought I’m lying…acting crazy. You’re embarrassing me to the very core of my morality and I am so clueless to think and love you as my own sibling? What pissed me off was that you did all these in exchange of less that 30 thousand buck? All these time I’ve honestly believed in you.. That’s too painful.You really hurt me big time, female Judas Iscariot! One day I’ll wake up and realize I won’t and I don’t wanna be your friend anymore.

A DIARY FROM A GUY…(his sad love story)

June 13th, 2009

*January 2*

Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school gate when I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground. I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating look. My first impression of you was thatyou were a wilful girl born with a golden sthingy in the mouth. I had rejected you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.

*March 22*

I started to know more about you as days passed and my opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day. I realised that you were from a wealthy family but definitely not a wilful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often during lunch break and I found something in you that was different from the rest of the girls - your passion for Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but
later I realised that you had been reciting Chinese poems from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed indeed.

*April 5*

I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading the Chinese classics “Romance of the 3 kingdom”. Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.

*May 5*

From then on, we would often meet in the study area to discuss about the good and bad things of the character in these Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when we a! lmost br oke off because we could not agree on whether Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we still met in the study area and laughed over the incident. After which, another argument started.

*Aug 7*

I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify accurately. Wenever you laughed over a joke with other guys, that emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid…that you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship would crumble…therefore, I kept quiet.

*Oct 1*

The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I learnt that you had fainted in the canteen. I was struggling to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance that carried you away.

*Oct 2*

It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence, outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour, showing no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone an operation. The life-support system was just beside you with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. “I am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe me, my parents told me that”. you said convincingly. I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want me to be worried. “Are you comforting yourself or comforting the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my face?”, I thought to myself. I was not strong enough to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced smile. You responded with a smile too-with gre! at effor t.
*Oct 5*

It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day. I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said: “I understand such a love, so did the girl.” I returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped, and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.

*Oct 26*

It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending the last few days preparing for the last examination paper. I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited you. I hated myself so much…but you were gone…… I can’t remember how I got home that day. When I woke up, I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet. The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday. Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness, my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.

*Jan 2*

A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: “What talking you.” Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it……

A BEAUTIFUL HEART…

June 13th, 2009

The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more
beautiful your heart will be…..

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.

The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? they thought. The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.


The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.

A LIL BOY’S LOVE - touching story...

June 13th, 2009

(A good reminder: “Take time to appreciate what you have now.” –Dont miss reading this one..IT HAS BROUGHT TEARS IN MY EYES..especially now that my Dad had just called some 5 hours ago to tell me that Mom’s too weak, she can’t talk or stand and she can’t even eat they had to put an IV on her and i know she’s going,too.)

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the
remaining of the gift I didn’t manage to buy earlier.

When I saw all the people there, I started to complain tomyself,”It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go.
Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it…”

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, “Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

The old lady replied, “You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to.
“It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.”

I replied to him that may be Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.

“No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.”

His eyes were so sad while saying this.

“My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, “I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket.”

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, “I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.”

I love my mummy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.”

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached
for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy, “What if we checked
again, just in case if you have enough money?”

“Ok,” he said. “I hope that I have enough.”

I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

The little boy said, “Thank you God for giving me enough money.”

Then he looked at me and added, “I asked yesterday before I slept for God to
make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.”
“I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn’t dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.”

“You know, my mummy loves white rose.”

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I
finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.I couldn’t stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

June 13th, 2009 SHE WAS NOT BEAUTIFUL…(and i am not..just like her)

She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six and being the eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age.

As she grew stronger and brighter, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful, but she made others feel better about themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man, befriending him, she teaches him. She teaches him how to read and a little boost, the ‘man’ needed to go to college, they become fast friends and she fell fast in love with her rugged handsome student.

The ‘man’ then finds himself in love with a girl. A girl who was so beautiful. Her hair was a hallow of light around her. Her eyes the bluest blue of the ocean. ‘Like an angel’ he tells his tutor ‘like a beautiful angel.’ The girl swallows a lump at her throat. She was not beautiful, she did not posses the heart of the one he loved, but she did not care. As long as he was happy, she would be happy, or so she tried to. She helped write the most beautiful letters to his angel. All the time visioning it was she herself receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes, say the right words, and buy the right gifts for his angel.

His angel brought him much joy and much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles. But that never stopped her from giving more than she will ever receive. Then one day, the angel he loved left him for another man. A richer more successful man. The boy was stunned. He was so hurt, he did not speak for days. The girl went to him. He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him.

He was hurt and she was too. Time went by and so wounds heal. The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor. Something he never realized before. How her laughter sounded heavenly and how her smiles brightened up the darkest days, or how simply beautiful she looked to him!

Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. And he began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl. On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting, Running his thoughts over and over his head.

He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her. He knocked. No one was home.

The next day, he found out that the beautiful girl he fell in love with had a brain tumor that put her into a coma. The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.

One final time he got to see her. He held her hand. He stroked her hair and he cried for this beautiful girl. He cried, but it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke. Out a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful girl in the world and she had taught the rebel boy-man to love and what it is to be loved.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Look around. Aren’t there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look. A real good look or you might just miss out that beautiful person.

ANOTHER COOL POST FROM HER: TWO SIDES OF LOVE (WELL, IT KINDA HIT ME HARD IN A WAY!)

June 13th, 2009

His side

-”tell her how you feel” is what my friends said
-so i picked up the phone
-called your house
-you answerd
-i said “i love you”
-and hung up right after
-the next day
-i told you it was a bet from a friend
-it was partly true
-but you didnt answer
-no sassy come back wich you allways do
-just stood there
-the walked away

My side

-he called my house
-i picked up
-he told me he loved me
-then hung up
-the next day
-i was going to tell you i loved you back
-but you said it was a bet
-i had everything planned out
-every move i planned
-every word
-but when you said that…
-i had nothing to say
-i stood and watched you
-as you broke my heart

Romantic Things To Do with Her

June 13th, 2009

i was tryna update my post when i happen to stumble on my old friend, zaida’s blog…i can’t help but read it along with her other posts that i’d post here in my blog, too ’cause i appreciate it very much…

1. Watch the sunset together.

2. Whisper to each other.

3. Cook for each other.

4. Walk in the rain.

5. Hold hands

6. Buy gifts for each other.

7. Roses.

8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you’re together.

9. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight.

10. Write poetry for each other.

11. Hugs are the universal medicine.

12. Say I love you, only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.

13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry etc.

14. Tell her that she’s the only girl you ever want. Don’t lie!

15. Spend every second possible together.

16. Look into each other’s eyes.

17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.

18. When in public, only flirt with each other.

19. Put love notes in their pockets when they aren’t looking.

20. Buy her a ring.

21. Sing to each other.

22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.

23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two deal.

24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)

25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over your heart.

26. Dance together.

27. I love the way a girl looks right after she’s fallen asleep with her head in my lap.

28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.

29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes

30. Even if you are really busy doing something, go out of your way to call and say I love you.

31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.

32. Remember your dreams and tell her about them.

34. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.

35. Be Prince Charming to her parents.

36. Brush her hair out of her face for her.

37. Hang out with his/her friends.

38. Go to church/pray/worship together.

39. Take her to see a romantic movie and remember the parts she liked.

40. Learn from each other and don’t make the same mistake twice.

41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.

42. Make sacrifices for each other.

43. Really love each other, or don’t stay together.

44. Let there never be a second during any given day that you aren’t thinking about them, and make sure they know it.

45. Love yourself before you love anyone else.

46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages.

47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.

48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.

49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash.

50. Never forget the kiss goodnight and always remember to say, “Sweet dreams.”

Some thoughts… (kinda caught up in the lyrics of a song from the 80s era)

June 13th, 2009

I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of the right words to say.
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be.
But if you wait around a while, I’ll make you fall for me,
I promise, I promise you I will…

This sounds kinda absurd but sometimes..this strucks me as true… I have always wanted to say things but i can’t seem to find the right word to say ’cause i’m not sure,actually i’m never sure if this is right ’cause i never planned any of it…i ne’er thought i’d fall for you…yet as i once said to a close friend… ima make you fall for me just the way you made me fall for you..subconsciously…subliminally and unconsciously or the other way around…

and whether you like it or not…i love you..i already did and i can’t undo it

It’s The Little Things That Matter (SOME REALLY SAD STORY THAT’S A WAKER-UPPER TO SHARE WITH EVERYBODY!)

May 31st, 2009

This came from my big sis’ email to me…i sorta copied the whole thing verbatim et literatim hehee…I’m sharing, because, well — just because.

“But as it is written: “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, Nor have entered into the heart of man The things which God has prepared for those who love Him. - 1 Corinthians 2:9 (NKJV)”

— so the way I see it is, the Lord being faithful to all His promises and loving toward all He has made, it could only mean something so wonderful na ni sa hinagap ko, di ko ma-grasp…kung sa relasyon ia-apply yung 1Cor. 2:9, well then — God is preparing something for our relationship that is so wonderful, it’s beyond man to guess.And yes — I would like you to experience the same thing — if not more.

Well, go right ahead and read…like I said, quite a waker-upper this story is…of course if the love triangle had been husband-God-wife, the ending could’ve been a bit better….

Ready the Kleenex…! ;)

It’s The Little Things That Matter

Where she found this (http://midasfive.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-little-things-that-matter.html)

I received this as an e-mail, mass-forwarded. However, it’s got good lessons, and why not post it here so I can read it again someday? Take time to read it, you might just get away with some food for thought.

STORY PROPER:

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce.

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife’s divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time… I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily..

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won’t divorce.. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

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The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship.

It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah.. blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.

Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.