Saturday, August 30, 2008
Wet ones
Wtf? They will charge you 12 pesos for each of these wet towels whether you use it or not. Might as well take it because you paid for it anyway.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
CRYBABY
I was stupidly weeping while reading a really moving chapter of my weekly read.I think I was crying not only because of the story but because right now I am bothered by some unresolved issues. I'm not going to divulge it here. Yeah, I'm not telling because I know ,
“This, too, shall pass”- Proverbs.
“This, too, shall pass”- Proverbs.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
And she turned Fifteen
Old age is always 15 years older than I am.
--Bernard Baruch
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EBI!!
-Guian,Mommy & Vomitus
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I HATE.But alas, you don't know that..
Ayos lang kahit isipin na sila ang panalo.Ang importante alam ko kung kailan ako nalalamangan, ang masaya hindi niyo malalaman na alam ko.Kaya kong itago ang mga bagay na alam ko at magagamit ko yun sa tamang panahon. Ganun kasi ako.Isa pa, sa sarili mo maguguluhan ka kung "alam ba nya o hindi?".Mind game ba ito? Oo , minsan.
Maraming bagay na akong pinag-daanan. Yung mga nagkasala sa akin nagawa kong magpatawad. Pero isang bagay, hindi ako nakakalimot. Nasa akin lang yun. Kaya kung minsan sa buhay mo nagkasala ka sa akin , lagi mong alalahanin na magagamit ko yun. Makapagpapadali yun para burahin ka sa listahan ng buhay ko.
Maraming bagay na akong pinag-daanan. Yung mga nagkasala sa akin nagawa kong magpatawad. Pero isang bagay, hindi ako nakakalimot. Nasa akin lang yun. Kaya kung minsan sa buhay mo nagkasala ka sa akin , lagi mong alalahanin na magagamit ko yun. Makapagpapadali yun para burahin ka sa listahan ng buhay ko.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
6.6 Degrees of separation
It's not six degrees at all but 6.6 degrees of separation to be exact that we are all universally connected.According to a new study by Microsoft, which by the way have now issues with the violation of privacy since they conducted this study by looking into other people's email, it's a small world after all so you have to keep in mind that the guy you slept with in another country is only (less than) seven people away for the news to reach your boyfriend wherever in the world he may be.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Another Conversation
Sinundo ko ang ate ko sa kanyang baking class sa isang kilalang Culinary school na pag-aari ng isang kilalang pastry chef. Hindi pa tapos ang class niya kaya mega wait ang lola niyo habang pinapanood sila sa mala-aquarium na baking room.
Lolo : (bigla na lang umapir sa tabi ko galing siguro sa office area.) So tita mo ba yung nag-attend ng class?
Me : Sister ko po.
Lolo : Ah talaga. (sabay watch din sa glass window, btw dad pala siya ng pastry chef/instructor)
Me : Chef din kayo?(mukhang chef eh, promise!)
Lolo: Ah hindi, official food taster lang ako dito. (habang naka smile.)
Lolo : And besides, too many cook spoils the broth!
Me : Oo nga naman!
At least, habang nakatanga ako dun may wisdom din na napulot.
Lolo : (bigla na lang umapir sa tabi ko galing siguro sa office area.) So tita mo ba yung nag-attend ng class?
Me : Sister ko po.
Lolo : Ah talaga. (sabay watch din sa glass window, btw dad pala siya ng pastry chef/instructor)
Me : Chef din kayo?(mukhang chef eh, promise!)
Lolo: Ah hindi, official food taster lang ako dito. (habang naka smile.)
Lolo : And besides, too many cook spoils the broth!
Me : Oo nga naman!
At least, habang nakatanga ako dun may wisdom din na napulot.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Take time to realize (Worth reading!)
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; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called 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, 30% shares of my company and the car. 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 our
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. 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 does 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'
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. 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.
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do but we teach most by what we are.
You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are going to live, here and now..
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; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called 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, 30% shares of my company and the car. 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 our
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. 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 does 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'
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. 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.
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do but we teach most by what we are.
You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are going to live, here and now..
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