Sunday, June 13, 2004
Sneakers, CDs, Pizza, Blogs, Ben Jelen...
It's a brand new week. It's bound to be a busy work week. Bring it on, I'm ready. I think. Future Me is a link I got from Que Sera Sera. Check it out for yourself. I sent an e-mail to my future self. Kinda freaky but what the hey. It's free. Went to Greenbelt 3 last Friday to watch a free Ben Jelen [pronounced as Yellin] gig. The guy is an envy for most guys. [I think...] and a delight [DEFINITELY] for the female population. He plays the piano. He plays the guitar. He plays the violin. He's got a good voice. He looks like a CK model. If he doesn't succeed [which I doubt coz he's a good performer] in music he could always have his goodlooks as a back up. He's the most beautiful man I've seen so far. No BS. He's that beautiful. His pictures which you can find online doesn't give justice on how Hummina Hummina he is in person. I even had a picture taken with him. [All thanks to a new friend David's camera] Hah. A first for me. Buy his CD. I recommend it. I wonder what is his glitch? I mean, he's got them all. Almost. I hope he's not gay. [hehe] Found and bought 2 pairs of Diesel sneakers. 50% off. Man. Good deal. I got one in blue and one in mint green. Wanted a red one but there was no available in my size. Was suppose to get a new pair of PUMAs [not another Puma, my sisters said], good thing I decided to look first. What else happened during the weekend? I bought 2 CDs [Ben Jelen and the latest from The Corrs for SisterM] Ate at SuperBowl of China and Yellow Cab. Did two loads of laundry. Not feeling all too-laundryee [is that even considered a word?] Been e-mailing and chatting with someone I met last week on a random thingy. Just talking. It's good to meet someone who's interested in the stuff I'm interested in. With no ulterior motives. God is good. Most of my online time, I spend it random blog hopping... More of those random blogs in the coming days. I think we're moving to another rental house. Moving is not one of my favorite things to do. My mother is coming home on Friday. She's been in the province since February. Don't you just hate it when some greedy relatives make your life miserable? Karma to them. Regular jeepney fare is now Five Pesos and Fifty Centavos. Okay kids, I'm off to zzzland now, I'm not really sleepy but being in bed will eventually make me sleepy. Right. Have a fine week. Godbless.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Love To Love You...
* Got this from Ederic's blog. Just wanna share it. It's quite long but it's an awwww read...
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die..."
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I conntinue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form...flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.
Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...
* Got this from Ederic's blog. Just wanna share it. It's quite long but it's an awwww read...
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die..."
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I conntinue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form...flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.
Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...
Monday, June 07, 2004
Dum Dee Dum Dee Dum...
A brand new week people. May we all have a good one. Rainy as it is. My Horoscope for today courtesy of Yahoo: You'll climb out of bed with a very big change on your mind --- and you'll be quite ready to put that secret plan you've been mulling over into action. Do it. Now. [I don't even have a pla...hehe.] I fell azleeeep while watching Queer Eye, I'm totally loving Jai. Menstrual cramps all day Monday. Sheesh. Cousin Nadine starts kindegarten [spell check please...] on Wednesday. She's growing up fast. Work has been light since Thursday. Next client's shipment is arriving on Wednesday. It's all good. I get to stay home or at the office. Some days we have quite a number of shipments, I really get rattled as to which I will work on first. But there are days like today, not a single one. Ain't it fun? SisterM bought a Php25,000+ worth mobile phone. It's her gift to herself since she got an A in her yearly work evaluation. I think she'll get twice or thrice the amount of her salary for that. I'm happy and proud of her. She's good at what she does. SisterJ asked me when will I buy a colored-screen phone, I told her I'm ok with my current phone, which is a Nokia 2100. I don't wanna carry around an expensive phone because I work in the field. At least, if I get phone-robbed [pray tell I don't get robbed again, the experience is not that exciting...] I will not feel really bad about losing it. Then, I guess, I'll get another low-end phone. And one important thing, I can't afford an expensive phone. If I have that much money, I'd buy the entire series of FRIENDS on dvd. Hah. Ooohhh, I'd REALLY love that. I actually braved going in the ICQ chatrooms last Saturday. Chaos to me. People talking at the same time. Never really enjoyed group chats unless I already know them. Got to meet a few nice enough chatters. A lot of weirdos out there though. They're on my MSN now. Not the Weirdos. I've been checking random blogs during the weekend courtesy of Blogger's Random Blog thingy. Here are some blogs I checked. I might add some of them in my blogs-to-read in the coming days.
Lascivious Articulations
The Diary Underneath A Tree
Akiko's Bloggerisms
A Wish Upon A Star
B Squared
Mark, the unfortunately named female
Debora Prado
Crtl Alt Del
The Circus Trilogy
Footprints
In The Beginning
The Boss Man That's it for now. It's a Tuesday. A very busy TV viewing is on tonight: American Idol, One Tree Hill, The OC, Six Feet Under...
Lascivious Articulations
The Diary Underneath A Tree
Akiko's Bloggerisms
A Wish Upon A Star
B Squared
Mark, the unfortunately named female
Debora Prado
Crtl Alt Del
The Circus Trilogy
Footprints
In The Beginning
The Boss Man
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