I saw this video and I immediately decided that this deserves a place in my blog. But I started choking and couldn’t find the right words after watching it. See for yourself.
My father used to say that getting married is a gamble. You do not always win. I have witnessed that my parents’ marriage is imperfect. They fight worse than cats and dogs. When my dad says red, my mom says green. My dad is so organized, my mom is so unsystematic. When my mom starts shouting, my dad will have the louder roar. Two different people who have stayed together for 27 years and still work out to stay together for the years to come.
I started crying when the wife started to mimic her late husband’s snore. Now I should learn how to sleep beside a car engine since Boyet snores like a monster.
It’s true though that the smallest and most annoying things about our loved ones are the ones that make us love them even more. And when they are gone, you’d wish that you’d rather live with a snoring husband rather than having to sleep soundly without him by your side. Let’s all try to be more forgiving to the shortcomings of the people we love.
Now my keyboard is all soaked up with tears. :(
There are days when I ask myself whether I am in the right place, whether I have chosen the right path in life. There are days when I almost crash of self-pity thinking why I am not as good as other people. There are days when I cease to believe in myself. There are days when I feel how unfortunate I am.
I firmly believe if I want other people to see the good in me, I have to endure the process of self-perfection. I compare myself with other people because I believe I need to be better every day. I initially thought this was good because with this notion in my head, I strive harder to become better. But I was wrong.
I have this tendency to be a little harsh on myself. I used to handle criticisms very well. But because of my deep sense of self-preservation and ego, I get hurt even with the slightest comment even if the person saying it means no harm. Slowly, I am seeing myself being molded by how other people say and think about me.
I envy a girl.
She is very pretty. Saying that she possesses an angelic face is an understatement. Her smile is beaming as if she is the source of all the joys in this world. She is very accommodating and everybody seems to like her. Her beauty may have rooted from the fact that she loves herself. She works hard and doesn’t seem to care about other people around her. She works as a staff in a Bench store. I remember holding a bottle of perfume when she tapped me, got the perfume out of my hand and brought it to the counter.
As I was sinking into jealousy of this girl, I found out something.
She is deaf.
Others may pity her. But after knowing her condition, I still envy her.
She may be hurt with the glances and preconceptions for differently-abled people. She may be hurt because she does not get the same opportunities as a normal person would get. But she is still lucky.
She may not have heard a single sound in her entire life. But she is still lucky because she cannot hear the bad things around her. She cannot be dictated by the prejudice of other people. She cannot be hurt by the condemnation brought about by harsh words. She loves her job because she cannot hear the whines of her co-workers. She can be who she wants to be because she cannot be casted into someone based from what she hears from other people.
A person is like a sponge. We absorb everything based on our senses. I remember a blind girl who joined a singing competition. The judges were cynical because they fear that they might judge her based from sympathy. But as soon as she started singing, everybody was awed. One judge enumerated that there are singers like Stevie Wonder and Andrea Bocelli who made it big despite of their condition. Another judge said that there is a reason behind this. It is because they cannot see and adapt the bad habits of other singers. There is a template in singing. They shout and raise their right hand when hitting the high notes. Some close their eyes every now and then while singing. But the blind girl cannot see this, therefore she cannot mold herself to be like the other singers. She can be herself. She gets to have a unique style. But most importantly, she cannot see the face of the crowd. She does not get upset and risk ruining her performance if someone frowns at her while she's singing.
It is true that we have to pay attention to what other people say about us. They may be seeing the things that we refuse to see in ourselves. Some of these may help us become better individuals.
But I think I need to be blind sometimes. I need to try not to focus on what other people have. I may think they are lucky because they seem to have everything in the world, but they still might be yearning for true happiness.
Sometimes, I need to be deaf. I shall refuse to listen to the praises because I might stop in improving on what I do. I shall refuse to listen to the buzz of other people talking behind my back. These shall definitely not affect me. I should refuse to listen to harsh words. Because as a sponge, I might absorb them and later on use the same words to hurt other people. But most importantly I shall refuse to listen to the voice inside me that keeps on saying that I am not capable of doing a lot of things because I am weak-hearted and that I am not good enough to succeed. This is the very same voice which tells me that I am a failure because the people around me think I am.
By doing these, I can stop envying her.
Last Sunday, my three-year old inaanak came knocking at our door. "Tita Lenie, may ipapakita ko sayo!" She was so giddy to show us her transformation from this...
Don’t ask me what it is because I don’t have the slightest idea. All I know is that it was recommended by a dentist and that her parents had to pay Php4000 for her “grillz”. A few months ago, she kept on telling me that our teeth will soon look alike. I kept on telling her that she still couldn’t get braces until she gets older. Obviously, she was telling the truth.
I used to persuade her not to eat too much sweets because her teeth might fall off too soon. But everybody was bribing her with chocolates. The funny thing is that, my mom tried to entice her with chocolates bet she refused. Because according to her, “Masisira ang ngipin ko e!”
I have always loved this song. My dad would always listen to Don McLean and this is one my favorites. It may sound like an exaggeration but I get goose bumps each time I hear this.
Regine Velasquez recently revived this and was made as the soundtrack of Cruel Love, a koreanovela being aired in GMA 7.
Gary Valenciano also has his own rendition of this song for Star Cinema's latest movie of the same title. Though I like Regine’s version more, it was the movie that caught my attention.
My eyes were still recuperating from crying a bucket after watching last night’s MMK episode featuring Billy Crawford and Nikki Gil when the trailer of And I Love So was shown.
I have never been a fan of Bea Alonzo. I only watch her movies because of John Lloyd Cruz. And Sam Milby? Seeing him in Only You can be sometimes painful. That guy can’t even say a complete sentence in Tagalog without stuttering. But I have to admit that I am yearning to watch this movie. Bea has grown as an actress. It’s also interesting to watch Coney Reyes on the big screen once again. I just hope that the movie will be just as good as its trailer.
Everybody deserves a second chance in finding happiness. Nobody said that the process will be easy, because it won’t be. There are some voids in our hearts that can never be filled. But this should not stop us from believing in the power of love. Someday, there will be someone who will make you forget of all the pain you have been through. Someday, you will see that life is worth living and that love has never failed you.
The people ask me how
How I’ve lived till now
I tell them I don’t know
I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand
And yes I know how lonely/loveless life can be
The shadows follow me
And the night won’t set me free
But I don’t let the evening get/bring me down
Now that you’re around me
And you love me too
Your thoughts are just for me
You set my spirit free
I’m happy that you do
The book of life is brief
And once a page is read
All but love is dead
That is my belief
And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I’ve lived till now
I tell them I don’t know
Just before watching Harry Potter 6, Boyet and I had lunch at Aristocrat. He has been craving for Filipino foods, specifically kare-kare. Before we even left for our date, he told me that he already had a place to eat in mind.
Growing up, I only know of 3 places to eat. My mom would always treat us to Jollibee if she wasn’t in the mood to cook. Long before there were the modern malls, my dad would always bring us to Isetann Quiapo which would lead to lunch at Ami’s. And last but not the least, Aristocrat has played a big part of my growing up years. I love their Barbecue Chicken so much. I spent almost all special occasions in Aristocrat: recognition days, birthdays and graduations. I remember how we would rush to Roxas Blvd just to grab my favorite yema balls.
I wasn’t in the mood for soup so I let Boyet finish this.
The Shanghai rice was fine but it didn’t drive me crazy. I have high standards with shanghai rice because my dad does it so well.
Level 4 Robinson's Place Ermita
I have always been fascinated with butterflies. My drawing skills are limited but I can vividly remember how I loved sketching butterflies and the way I mix and match the colors for their wings. My fascination may have rooted from the fact that they have to undergo an amazing biological process before they turn into beautiful creatures. Deep inside, I can somehow relate to their metamorphosis. The problem is that, I have long been a pupa. Growth spurt never came. And beauty has forgotten to include me in its hit list preventing the imago in me to come out.
I got this very cute butterfly bookmark from Powerbooks. It reminds me of the intricate stained glass windows found in some churches.
I have never been to a Mango boutique. It’s pricey and its style does not fit me. But while strolling at RP, I noticed that they have up to 70% off sale on selected items. One thing caught my eye. Unfortunately, it wasn’t on sale.
I held on to it for minutes. I didn’t want to let it go. But I had to. I saw Boyet’s eyes flashing on me as if telling me that it’s far way too expensive.
Now, I can’t sleep because of it. Hehe! If you’re still on stand when I go back in RP next Sunday, it’s a sign that you are meant for me.
Boyet and I initially planned to go to Greenbelt because we have tried almost all of the restaurants in Robinson’s Place. But since the weather is so unpredictable, we decided to go to the more accessible RP. After attending mass and our Ice Age 3 movie date, we looked for a place to have our late lunch. I already had Mc Donald’s Cheeseburger Deluxe and Twister Fries while Boyet had cheeseburger and fries while watching the movie. We were both full but skipping a food trip is a mortal sin on our weekend dates. The next problem was looking for a place to eat. It was a good thing that we spotted Joey Pepperoni Pizzeria. Boyet was craving for soups so we compared the menu of JPP versus its neighboring restaurant. I was craving for pasta so we opted to try out JPP.
There was a big sign in front of JPP saying that all their pizzas have a 50% discount. We didn’t pay enough attention to it thinking that the offer is only for a specific time only.
Boyet picked Minestrone alla Milanese. It’s a tomato-based soup served with carrots, potatoes, celeries, zucchinis, ground beef and strips of bacon. We were so surprised at how big the serving was. I didn’t like it because it was a little too sour for me. But Boyet did and finished the plate.
Joey Pepperoni’s carbonara is light and I loved the fact that I could eat it until the last bite without getting fed up.
We were so surprised when we only paid Php337.50. It looks like we were able to avail of the 50% discount for the pizza. Apparently, the 50% off on pizzas is from 2PM-6PM.
I also appreciated how mindful the whole staff was with the needs of their customers. We didn’t have to ask for water because somebody was refilling it every now and then. Unlike with other restaurants wherein you have to ask for a Divine intervention before the service water gets into your table.
Joey Pepperoni Pizzeria
Level 4 Robinsons Place
Malate, Manila, Philippines
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My friend Nico and her sister recently put up their online store. My friendship with her dates back to 15 years ago. We were both the nerdy grade-schoolers and eventually became the wallflower high school students. Fifteen years after, I have transformed from an ugly duckling to a not-that-ugly duck while she has emerged to be a dainty lady and a certified fashionista. I remember asking for her help to put up a wardrobe for a college acquaintance party when I was a freshman. When God showered sophistication, I was sleeping soundly under a mango tree.
When she told me about SeasonsRedRamp, I was already expecting the stuff that would be available because her mom is working at the fashion capital of the world: New York. I still don’t have the confidence to wear the swimsuits and dresses they’re selling so I settled for a new bag instead. I was planning to buy a Victoria’s Secret bag because I need to replace the Nine West bag I use for work. I impulsively bought it not noticing the size indicated on their site.
When Nico personally delivered it to our house, I was shocked at how big it is. She asked me if I wanted the tote bag but I didn’t return it. First, business is business. Second, well I simply love it. My Adidas sports bag could no longer house all of my things during out-of-town trips and I had to put some of my stuff in Boyet’s bag. At least, the weekender bag is bigger and more feminine.
Standing a little less than five feet, my mom often wonders why I have no interest in buying high-heeled shoes. Well, I have a number of pretty good reasons.
1. When I was a freshman in college, I threw away my Hush Puppies shoes because it conspired with all the bad luck in the world to humiliate me. One moment I was on the sixth floor of the Gusaling Lacson in PLM, and then I woke on the fifth floor two seconds after. All my poise and dignity vanished. Nobody helped me so I threw away my then so-called-friends along with my Hush Puppies shoes.
2. I am petite. It's an asset. It was never a liability. There are chairs when I need to get something on top a shelf. I may be small but I am resourceful. And it makes me cute. Period. So why do I need high heels?
3. I choose comfort over vanity. I’d rather look lousy than bear the pain of wearing stilettos.
4. I love my feet. I don’t want to put too much pressure on them for the sake of beauty. These feet will take to places so I need to take care of them.
Since our office allows sandals at work, I wasn’t forced to wear shoes. Out of the office, I am usually on my Chucks or flip-flops. So I was a little bewildered at why I bought these.
I only have a pair of flat shoes. I bought them for our Christmas party, wore them for only an hour and haven’t used them again since then.
My mom has been nagging me to stop buying any footwear until I get myself a shoe rack (or those transparent shoe boxes) to have all my shoes and sandals organized. Wish me luck!
I had dinner last night at Recipes in Greenbelt 3 with the past, soon-to-be-past, present and future of PRA. I was so disappointed at how unaccommodating this restaurant was to us. I already had second thoughts when Marwin chose this because I already tried the one in Robinson’s Place and there is absolutely nothing special about their food. But since reservations were already made, I decided to give this place a second chance. We informed the waiter at start that we are expecting more than 12 people to come. We requested the longest table but the waiter insisted that we could all fit in the table that they already set-up. When everybody arrived, we requested to be transferred to the other table but the waiter declined saying that there are a lot of customers in line. I cracked up with the waiter’s attitude towards us. Joie, Jeff and I had to stand up and go outside so others can seat. While four of my friends had to eat to another restaurant! It was so disappointing because the very reason we had this dinner was to catch up with each other. Hmp! I am never going back to that place ever again!
While waiting for the rest to finish dinner, Joie, Jeff and I strolled along GB3. I asked Joie if she wanted to have ice cream. She was just about to ask us the same. Great minds think alike! We already had a place in mind so we headed to the 3rd level of Greenbelt 3 to check out Cold Rock Ice Creamery. They offer customers to choose their ice cream and toppings so there are probably a hundred of unique ways to have your ice cream here. I chose tiramisu and strawberry ice cream topped with Violet Crumble.
I wasn’t able to taste the tiramisu ice cream because the strawberry overpowered it. It wasn’t really bad since I love strawberry ice cream. The Violet Crumble toppings made all the difference. The woman who assisted us was so friendly, answered all our questions and even gave suggestions on what to get.
It’s a little too pricey for ice cream though. Two scoops of ice cream for Php118 and additional of Php25 for every topping of your choice. It was fine with me though since I needed to cool my head last night.
Cold Rock Ice Creamery
3rd Level, Greenbelt 3