Nowadays we chatted for almost 24 hours a day. Kung hindi naman, he always make sure he can drop me SMS as many as he can checking if I already ate my lunch,snack and dinner. Honestly I am getting used to it and I'm quite afraid of losing him. But one thing I learn in love is that when you fall let your heart be happy, and when your in pain thats part of loving someone. It's was 2-3 days ago that he told me that he brought something for me, and its special. I was so stunned coz hindi naman yon sweet nah tao eh though, I really find him so sweet when he wash my clothes an fetch me sa opis and iba pang ka ek ekan sa buhay. He told me when you received it you'll know it. wahahahaah pero sinabi nah niya nah its a chocolate with love :). I received a call around 5 o'clock today from my BF's workmate in RIYADH. He ask me if we can meet in Monumento and my BF beg to meet this guy because of all the things nah pinadala niya kasama nah ang special chocolate ko na pinagyayabang niya. :D.. I am so tired and exhausted kasi nawala ako sa monumento. The guy told me nah sa malapit nah jollibee sa Gotesco but wala siya dun, then I keep asking my tatlong jollibee pala soooo sinuyod ko lahat nang jollibee and sa huling jollibee pa kami nagkita.. I left the office aroung 4:46 pm and it took me 2 hours to see that man. hahay as in... Undertime ako sa office and ask me what's my reason, " Sir my emergency lang po I need to run some errands in Monumento" what a reason. Syet! ganun nah bah siya ka importante at kinakalimutan ko nah ang trabaho ko? hay naku! so yon nagkita nah kami adn mabait naman yong guy sabi pa niya " Ito po padala ni romeo para sa iyo" ang sarap pakinggan nang word nah "romeo" hahahahahahha. I really wanted to seat and talked to him para kamustahin kung ano nah ang pinaggagawa nang ugok nah yon dun (even I know almost everything he does) gusto ko pa rin malaman.. adik lang! but sad to say hindi ko nah naggawa kasi I am thinking nah yong gamit ko ay nasa office pa and yong susi sa house nasa office pa and its getting late... So I grabbed the package and then left the place. Pero hindi na rin ako nakabalik nang office kasi nakakapagod talaga ang biyahe...
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Yes you are special...
Nowadays we chatted for almost 24 hours a day. Kung hindi naman, he always make sure he can drop me SMS as many as he can checking if I already ate my lunch,snack and dinner. Honestly I am getting used to it and I'm quite afraid of losing him. But one thing I learn in love is that when you fall let your heart be happy, and when your in pain thats part of loving someone. It's was 2-3 days ago that he told me that he brought something for me, and its special. I was so stunned coz hindi naman yon sweet nah tao eh though, I really find him so sweet when he wash my clothes an fetch me sa opis and iba pang ka ek ekan sa buhay. He told me when you received it you'll know it. wahahahaah pero sinabi nah niya nah its a chocolate with love :). I received a call around 5 o'clock today from my BF's workmate in RIYADH. He ask me if we can meet in Monumento and my BF beg to meet this guy because of all the things nah pinadala niya kasama nah ang special chocolate ko na pinagyayabang niya. :D.. I am so tired and exhausted kasi nawala ako sa monumento. The guy told me nah sa malapit nah jollibee sa Gotesco but wala siya dun, then I keep asking my tatlong jollibee pala soooo sinuyod ko lahat nang jollibee and sa huling jollibee pa kami nagkita.. I left the office aroung 4:46 pm and it took me 2 hours to see that man. hahay as in... Undertime ako sa office and ask me what's my reason, " Sir my emergency lang po I need to run some errands in Monumento" what a reason. Syet! ganun nah bah siya ka importante at kinakalimutan ko nah ang trabaho ko? hay naku! so yon nagkita nah kami adn mabait naman yong guy sabi pa niya " Ito po padala ni romeo para sa iyo" ang sarap pakinggan nang word nah "romeo" hahahahahahha. I really wanted to seat and talked to him para kamustahin kung ano nah ang pinaggagawa nang ugok nah yon dun (even I know almost everything he does) gusto ko pa rin malaman.. adik lang! but sad to say hindi ko nah naggawa kasi I am thinking nah yong gamit ko ay nasa office pa and yong susi sa house nasa office pa and its getting late... So I grabbed the package and then left the place. Pero hindi na rin ako nakabalik nang office kasi nakakapagod talaga ang biyahe...
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Appreciation....
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
When you told me... I love you more...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Where do broken hearts go...
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
unexpected dream...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
on papa's bday...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Every pain is real...
Friday, September 10, 2010
boring hours while I am in major major OT
Monday, September 6, 2010
On the 4th day...
4 days that we're not seeing each other, 4 days that i miss you. But your effort never change. You still woke me up in bed just to say your sweet goodnight (5 hours difference ba naman). You still ask me whats going on, and even 5 hours difference you still know what time should I ate my lunch and dinner because you knew I always missed it. I really loved the way your loving me. I always wanted to say "YES" when you ask me to be your GF but I guess I explained my part.Love is not enough to sustain the relationship, and I thank you for understanding. It's too hard holding a feeling that you always wanted to show, but I guess its for the two us. I am giving you enough time to think things over, you have one year miel to be sure about how you feel. People might say that maybe just maybe you are a rebound boyfriend. It made me think sometime, but how can you be a rebound if I know that I am happier this time. When I was away I bought this new book titled "will marry for food,sex and laundry" some pointers is on the book like "you will never kill a mans pride" or "ipaghugas mo siya nang pinggan wag lang ipaglaba" lols but you proved to me that hindi lahat nang nasa libro tama. When you are by my side you let me feel that your pride is NO longer important it was me that means to you. Laundry is not for women only, it's a task of a real macho. And grocery is not for girls, you can be trusted when you go out and buy things for kitchen nabili mu na lahat may sobra pa sa lista :). hehehheehehehe
I miss you but you don't let me miss you that much (winks)! I will be happy waiting for you. let just stay this way. Let love, patience and respect help us surpass this...
~chang~
Monday, August 16, 2010
It's worth the pain...
Saturday, July 3, 2010
This is me...
It’s been a while I am spending my life alone but not lonely. Being single is a gift I appreciate; you can do whatever you want, Travel, bar hopping, chit chat all night with friends, stay online all night, you can do whatever you want. But in one point or another I realized being single is tough, especially you are in the stage that friends is spending their time on their other half and family(whether its husband/wife or bf/gf thingy), of course we have our own priorities that’s why I can’t blame them. In my age right now, I sometimes ask myself, why I am still single? Eventually, as I studied life in my own little ways, I find some answer of my simple but yet complicated question (sound so redundant), wag kayo maki alam blog ko toh. As my journey continue, I realized that love is everywhere and love knock me 3 times but I always being shrug off by reality, that “my boy” is too nice or too stupid for me, or maybe “just maybe” the other way around Hahahahhaha. My heartbreaks also lead me to this singleness ever mode of mine. Masyadong maraming sakit nah cguro akong pinagdaan, which gives me enough idea to at least be scared sometimes in dealing with love ( ‘chang, you are not DARNA! Common!’). In my soul searching mode (may ganun!), I am a little positive this time. I will jot down my top list of bumpy and rocky side of me, that made “my boys-ex bf’s” run away from me.
Too Young But Too Old (TYBTO)- People kept telling me that I am still young but I acted and talked like 40 years old ( that’s sucks!). Maybe, trials, hardship mixed with experienced taught me a lot of things ( dinibdib ko ang lahat kaya).And I suffer so much and I always learn from my mistakes, I am not that stupid.
Solution:
- Find someone who can deal with my insanity, I know his out there.
I am young but I achieved much -People are proud where I am right now. Since, I graduated secondary school I brought name for my school and family. I finish college with flying colors, at the age of 21- I am serving a company as a branch manager, and in the present time, I am enjoying my job while earning a compensation which is enjoyed usually by at least 26- above yrs old professionals. It’s not bad after all (I think), but honestly that made “my man” run away from me because they have this thing called “MALE PRIDE”.
I am not the usual girl- Fine! Fine! Fine! I get it! I am not your sexy booty girl in the street. I don’t have a body guys can be proud of; I don’t have the cutely little pink checks with blush on and make up all over the face or your Christine Reyes look a like that can break your eyes. But boys, I am just me and will always be me, hahahahhhaha I don’t care if you look at me as a girl who can punch guys noses if I want to, and can kick some ass if I am being pissed off by anybody. I don’t hell care if I am not wearing any make-up, that can give me pimples- why bother putting it on my face.
I am Ms. Quality Assurance- for a those “not usual girl” like me, we love this concept. We always want our boy to be “Mr.Good boy”. I know, I know! I am not saying Mr. Perfect dear, we just want guys to show us that we deserve to be inlove and be loved in return. Again, boys! We are not you slutty bitchy baby! We deserve to be respected, to be treated as your precious jewel and to be your good adviser when defects are being detected by our “not usual girl system”.
I am not writing this because I want to blow man away. I don’t want to be single for life- waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh wag naman po sana! I just want to at least recognize that this is me, but I am willing to compromise. I am not on the thing they called professionally compatible, but I am more on “Masaya ako nah kasama ka” and ang mga nakakalokang linya na “kahit sino ka pa bastat mahal kita” – so cheesy! I don’t care kung may natapos kang bachelors degree sa isang university – anyway hindi naman ako bachelor degree holder,;wala rin akong paki kung hindi ka kasing talino ni Einstein; Hindi ko rin pangrap nah maging singyaman ka ni Bill Gates; hindi ko rin feel ang singbait ka ni “ST. Joseph” and lalong hindi ko ma atim ang makisama sa isang taong sing Yabang ni Carlos Agasi. Simple lang ang gusto ko, taong magmamahal nang tunay at totoo.Lalakiing handing iwan ang mundo maksama lang ako (kahit bah punta kami sa Pluto). Lalaking bubuo nang aking pagkatao. Ayaw ko rin nang magarbo at kung ano2x, gusto ko lang lalaking may puso at minsan maloko.At higit sa lahat lalaking gusto ko at gusto rin niya ako.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Realization...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wish list for lifetime
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I am happy but ?
Recently I am very much happy. On my second pay day I already bought stuff for my new house which sana maging home ko nah. :) Jill together with Cid is contented of what we had right now. I am also happy attending the June World Peace Gongyo in PCC (saya!) and aside from that my Butsodan is complete nah (as in super duper happy). Complete as in with bell, burner, cup, and my Butsodan. My faith brings me where I am right now and I know it's all worth the money naman nah igagastos ko mahal na mahal ko kasi ang Gohonzon ko. :)...
Friday, May 28, 2010
Marriage
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.
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. 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.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.
Two Choices
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection..
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.