uy…
o?
huuy…
bakit?
huy.
ano? bakit nga?
lapit ka pa…
uhm, palagay eto na yung as lapit as I can get.
*giggle* Mitch…
…bakit?
…mahal kita. mahal na mahal.
Lord, you have given me the most wonderful person on the face of the earth. Thank you. Thank you very much.
And you, thank you for staying, for making me whole again. I need you, no, I want you in my life. Mahal na mahal din kita.
A friend called me on the phone today to tell me her boyfriend of about a year and a half broke up with her last Friday. Such irony that I should be counseling someone who has the same problem as I have. Strange that I’m telling her to move on when apparently I’m having an excruciating time struggling to do so.
As painful as it is, moving on (so I realized) is very much like watching a film. One cannot know how the story would progress if it is stuck at a single scene. It has to be seen ’til the end. Such is the story of our lives. We cannot be stuck at a point in our lives simply because we’re too afraid to see what’ll happen next. Things could improve. Or they may totally spiral down the drain. But we wouldn’t know unless we move on. And that, for me is what it means. To have the courage to see things through, no matter what, to not be afraid to live my life despite the possibilities that could wound me and my soul.
God has never left my side. That I’m a 100% sure of. And if anything, I will learn to love again. It may be the same person, it may be somebody else, but I know, I will love again.
I got this from my friend, CheChe (UST days), who got it from Lalaine, again another friend back in the 90’s (whoa tanda na talaga!) I’m posting it here because it reminds me why love isn’t simply a bunch of feelings; it is also defined by the effort people put in to make it work.
Enhancing Relationships
>A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady’s voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband’s pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".
>NO POINTING FINGERS
A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"
The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."
>We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.
>CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?
A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don’t go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."
>There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.
>It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..
>A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It’s like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.
>Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can’t. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.
>People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.
Lessons. Worth every pain endured.
To be forgotten…temporarily, permanently - it doesn’t matter, right? It hurts just the same.
Freud was right. There is comfort in sleep.
I feel so weak. Everything has changed. Everything. and yet here I am, standing all alone with my unyielding heart and mind, a fool pretending there’s still tomorrow to look forward to.
It’s a different world now, and as always, I’m left with nothing but the same old things I’ve kept in the past: memories, thoughts and glimmers of hope, all lost in the wind.
I’m about to give up…
I cannot believe it. I got the highest score for the 1st shifting exams in Biochemistry. I have never been the highest in any chemistry subject. Ever.
I also aced the practical test for the head, scalp and skull. Praise be to God. Truly a day full of miracles.
"Magnificently chaotic." The first shifting exams are over, and I can honestly say the results are worth the effort. Yesterday though, my ‘physical shell’ didn’t want to cooperate - at the onset of a sore throat and a brewing fever I risked taking the tests instead of staying at home, because I didn’t wanna wait ’til the end of the year for a make-up exam. Wearing my brother’s jacket I set off to finish the last leg of the race. And finish it I did. Now I can finally let the infection take over. Hehe. ‘kidding. Actually, my macrophages and neutrophils are doing an excellent job at winning the campaign (i know…this is what usually happens with too much physio and anatomy classes).
Strange that I actually won the 3rd DJGT Memorial Day poster-making contest… I wasn’t expecting it, because I felt what I submitted was a rushed piece, a mediocre attempt to comply with an assigned task. I simply didn’t want to disappoint the college secretary, because he requested that I join as the representative for the College of Medicine. At least my mom thinks I’ve made a contribution to the school. 
