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3.13.2008
3.10.2008
Crossroads
Indeed, things can happen in a matter of days.
When you're no longer happy with what you do, leave.
That's what I'm doing.
I'm ready to let my dream go...
I'm taking the plunge.
When you're no longer happy with what you do, leave.
That's what I'm doing.
I'm ready to let my dream go...
I'm taking the plunge.
2.19.2008
Why be A Journalist?
"I am not afraid to speak of journalism as a moral calling—as a vocation, in the priestly sense of the word—because I am not afraid to hold myself to a moral standard… There is an old saying that anyone who’s not a socialist at twenty has no heart and anyone who’s not a capitalist at forty has no brain. Along the same lines, anyone who doesn’t enter journalism believing it is a moral enterprise might as well move straight on to speculating in foreign currency or manufacturing Agent Orange. There will be disappointments enough over the course of your career; your initial idealism must be a pilot light, flickering at times, but never extinguished.”
{“Letters to a Young Journalist,” Samuel Freedman, a columnist of the New York Times and a professor at Columbia University’s School of Journalism}
Being a journalist was a dream I formed in my mind as early as 5th Grade. Our english teacher then asked us, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I raised my hand and answered, "I want to be a journalist."
Since then, I never lost that dream again. I saved it in the pockets of my heart, kept it alive there while I offered silent prayers at night that someday, the heavens would give me the chance to fulfill it.
There was no denying that I was not tailor-fit for this job. I grew up singing, not writing. There were days when I was young that I hated the fact that 6pm Newscasts had to take away child-friendly and more entertaining programs for me. My Lolo nevertheless always called me to watch the news with him, and I always watched against my will.
I wanted to become a journalist, but I was not attracted to doing the job back then.
My dream began when shows like "The Probe Team" and "The Inside Story" drove me crazy at night... I was curious, I wanted to be there, I wanted to be like them. And then I hoped that would eventually come true.
***
Imagine my thrill when I passed the course AB Journalism when I entered College. I thought to myself- this was the first step at getting my dream. I was determined to make good in my studies, but I was nevertheless unsure if I would make it.
You see I thought, getting there and making it happen is another thing. I can always dream and hope and pray- but it would take some luck and I guess faith and confidence to realize it.
After graduation I was determined to make my dreams come true. I braved through applications for broadsheets- I never got accepted. For a while I thought, I would fail. I thought, how could I have graduated when I didn't know how to write- when broadsheets cannot trust me enough.
I was sad and I was disheartened.
Until I tried to apply in RPN 9 as a writer. But Ms. Gold said, "Reporter na lang." I said no, she insisted, "Magpamake-up ka. Balik ka after."
Whatever it was, I did as she told me.
And it happened- I was a budding journalist all of a sudden.
Two years and 5 months in a sequestered station had its pros and cons. I was exposed to a real job, I covered personalities. I was there when FPJ died, I was there when he was buried. I was there when the President declared a state of national emergency. I witnessed some good historical events in my stint as a General Assignments reporter, a Congress beat reporter and a Palace reporter- all in just a span of 2 years and 5 months on the job.
But things had to happen, and I had to leave and seek greener pastures. It landed me on my dream company- where I am now.
Counting 4 years in this industry in a few months, the ride has been hell and back. I am a young journalist still and I am no pro. I consider myself an amateur. Often when I ask questions in press conferences, and am surrounded by more experienced and veteran reporters- I think that I am not an inch as good as them yet.
Yes, this industry is tainted in itself. Not everyone in this industry deserves to be here. Media practitioners have indeed fallen short of their true task, of their true calling. Often it's not about telling the story anymore, but being the story already. Often it's not anymore about the truth- but subjective truth. Not about facts, but about linkages, connections, favors and emotions.
And for some who have been eaten up by so much corruption all around- it's money that talks and writes the story.
I surrender and submit to opinions and views that industry has lost its moral ascendancy over this nation. Yes, I agree. And there will be no buts.
As a young journalist, I also admit that there are days this fact gets to me and makes me regret being on this job. The fame and the perks of being a journalist are tempting, although I believe it should not be enough to cause the total breakdown of this fourth estate.
I do not claim that I am a perfect practitioner myself, and I am not one to say that I have learned all there is to learn about this work that I do. But suffice it to say that I am working on myself, working on my values and working on my attitude.
I do not want to end up as the journalists I meet who in their old age seem to have never aged at all. They have no wisdom, but hate and insecurity. They who cannot wish well another person, but only gossip and envy.
I want to do this job for as long as I can, and as long as circumstances in my life permit me to. Like CHED Chairman Romulo Neri himself said yesterday, we all have frustrations in the jobs we have- and all of us want to quit sometimes. But emotions should never rule over us.
I am being rationale now and I am making a decision to stay while I can. Yes, the industry may not be a luxurious and noble job after all-- but it's one thing I want to do not for myself, or for the country for I am no hero.
I just want to do it, just because.
Maybe that's what all our dreams are all about.
And as Samuel Freedman himself said, amidst the controversial and tempting world of Journalism-- I shall keep my flame alive and my little idealism untarnished.
{“Letters to a Young Journalist,” Samuel Freedman, a columnist of the New York Times and a professor at Columbia University’s School of Journalism}
Being a journalist was a dream I formed in my mind as early as 5th Grade. Our english teacher then asked us, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I raised my hand and answered, "I want to be a journalist."
Since then, I never lost that dream again. I saved it in the pockets of my heart, kept it alive there while I offered silent prayers at night that someday, the heavens would give me the chance to fulfill it.
There was no denying that I was not tailor-fit for this job. I grew up singing, not writing. There were days when I was young that I hated the fact that 6pm Newscasts had to take away child-friendly and more entertaining programs for me. My Lolo nevertheless always called me to watch the news with him, and I always watched against my will.
I wanted to become a journalist, but I was not attracted to doing the job back then.
My dream began when shows like "The Probe Team" and "The Inside Story" drove me crazy at night... I was curious, I wanted to be there, I wanted to be like them. And then I hoped that would eventually come true.
***
Imagine my thrill when I passed the course AB Journalism when I entered College. I thought to myself- this was the first step at getting my dream. I was determined to make good in my studies, but I was nevertheless unsure if I would make it.
You see I thought, getting there and making it happen is another thing. I can always dream and hope and pray- but it would take some luck and I guess faith and confidence to realize it.
After graduation I was determined to make my dreams come true. I braved through applications for broadsheets- I never got accepted. For a while I thought, I would fail. I thought, how could I have graduated when I didn't know how to write- when broadsheets cannot trust me enough.
I was sad and I was disheartened.
Until I tried to apply in RPN 9 as a writer. But Ms. Gold said, "Reporter na lang." I said no, she insisted, "Magpamake-up ka. Balik ka after."
Whatever it was, I did as she told me.
And it happened- I was a budding journalist all of a sudden.
Two years and 5 months in a sequestered station had its pros and cons. I was exposed to a real job, I covered personalities. I was there when FPJ died, I was there when he was buried. I was there when the President declared a state of national emergency. I witnessed some good historical events in my stint as a General Assignments reporter, a Congress beat reporter and a Palace reporter- all in just a span of 2 years and 5 months on the job.
But things had to happen, and I had to leave and seek greener pastures. It landed me on my dream company- where I am now.
Counting 4 years in this industry in a few months, the ride has been hell and back. I am a young journalist still and I am no pro. I consider myself an amateur. Often when I ask questions in press conferences, and am surrounded by more experienced and veteran reporters- I think that I am not an inch as good as them yet.
Yes, this industry is tainted in itself. Not everyone in this industry deserves to be here. Media practitioners have indeed fallen short of their true task, of their true calling. Often it's not about telling the story anymore, but being the story already. Often it's not anymore about the truth- but subjective truth. Not about facts, but about linkages, connections, favors and emotions.
And for some who have been eaten up by so much corruption all around- it's money that talks and writes the story.
I surrender and submit to opinions and views that industry has lost its moral ascendancy over this nation. Yes, I agree. And there will be no buts.
As a young journalist, I also admit that there are days this fact gets to me and makes me regret being on this job. The fame and the perks of being a journalist are tempting, although I believe it should not be enough to cause the total breakdown of this fourth estate.
I do not claim that I am a perfect practitioner myself, and I am not one to say that I have learned all there is to learn about this work that I do. But suffice it to say that I am working on myself, working on my values and working on my attitude.
I do not want to end up as the journalists I meet who in their old age seem to have never aged at all. They have no wisdom, but hate and insecurity. They who cannot wish well another person, but only gossip and envy.
I want to do this job for as long as I can, and as long as circumstances in my life permit me to. Like CHED Chairman Romulo Neri himself said yesterday, we all have frustrations in the jobs we have- and all of us want to quit sometimes. But emotions should never rule over us.
I am being rationale now and I am making a decision to stay while I can. Yes, the industry may not be a luxurious and noble job after all-- but it's one thing I want to do not for myself, or for the country for I am no hero.
I just want to do it, just because.
Maybe that's what all our dreams are all about.
And as Samuel Freedman himself said, amidst the controversial and tempting world of Journalism-- I shall keep my flame alive and my little idealism untarnished.
2.18.2008
Brokeback
Cunning, as if to escape..
The sharp eyes of the world.
A love hidden.
Golf games are all there is...
They witnessed his sweet surrender.
Brokeback.
But as younger heart..
Sought the elder's defenses...
All desire is lost.
And gone.
And overturned.
The loser is out in the open
Seeking refuge in the blessed.
But no amount of guilt and pleasure
Can erase the memory.
Of golf balls. And golf games.
The sharp eyes of the world.
A love hidden.
Golf games are all there is...
They witnessed his sweet surrender.
Brokeback.
But as younger heart..
Sought the elder's defenses...
All desire is lost.
And gone.
And overturned.
The loser is out in the open
Seeking refuge in the blessed.
But no amount of guilt and pleasure
Can erase the memory.
Of golf balls. And golf games.
2.17.2008
When You Really Love Someone
I'm a woman
Lord knows it's hard
I need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love and tenderness
When it's real, its unconditional, I'm telling ya’ll
Cause a man just ain't a man if he ain’t man enough
To love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last, cause he’s thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
Cause you're a real man
And Lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love and support
When it's real its unconditional
I'm telling ya’ll, oh
Cause a woman ain't a woman if she ain’t woman enough
To love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best, even when you’re at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Sometimes you're gonna argue, sometimes you're gonna fight
Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right
But something so strong keeps you hold’n on
It don't make sense but it makes a good song
Cause a man just ain't a man if he ain’t man enough
To love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong (Love when you when you’re strong)
(Take you high’a) when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last, cause he’s thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
I'm telling ya’ll that a woman ain't a woman if she ain’t woman enough
(To love ya!)
Love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
(To hold ya!)
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher and higher
when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best, even when you’re at your worst
(even when you’re at your worst, BABYBA!)
Giving comfort when she's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
Lord knows it's hard
I need a real man to give me what I need
Sweet attention, love and tenderness
When it's real, its unconditional, I'm telling ya’ll
Cause a man just ain't a man if he ain’t man enough
To love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last, cause he’s thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
Cause you're a real man
And Lord knows it's hard
Sometimes you just need a woman's touch
Sweet affection, love and support
When it's real its unconditional
I'm telling ya’ll, oh
Cause a woman ain't a woman if she ain’t woman enough
To love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best, even when you’re at your worst
Giving comfort when she's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Sometimes you're gonna argue, sometimes you're gonna fight
Sometimes it's gonna feel like it'll never be right
But something so strong keeps you hold’n on
It don't make sense but it makes a good song
Cause a man just ain't a man if he ain’t man enough
To love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong (Love when you when you’re strong)
(Take you high’a) when the world got you feeling low
He's giving you his last, cause he’s thinking of you first
Giving comfort when he's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
I'm telling ya’ll that a woman ain't a woman if she ain’t woman enough
(To love ya!)
Love you when you're right
Love you when you're wrong
(To hold ya!)
Love you when you're weak
Love you when you're strong
Take you higher and higher
when the world got you feeling low
She's giving you her best, even when you’re at your worst
(even when you’re at your worst, BABYBA!)
Giving comfort when she's thinking that you're hurt
That's what's done when you really love someone
I'm telling ya’ll, I'm telling ya’ll
2.06.2008
Friends you need
REALITY CHECKER (The brutally honest)
*Hunny
SPONTANEOUS (Your drag-along buddy)
*Nek, Gracee
Need I say more?!
EXISTENTIALIST (Your shock-absorber)
*Jay
MEMORY KEEPER(Your walking diary)
*Hmm.. I don't know who to write here but I think Anafe and Nek will be the best people to ask about my life hehe
CHEERLEADER (Laughs with you till dawn)
*Anafe
*Hunny
SPONTANEOUS (Your drag-along buddy)
*Nek, Gracee
Need I say more?!
EXISTENTIALIST (Your shock-absorber)
*Jay
MEMORY KEEPER(Your walking diary)
*Hmm.. I don't know who to write here but I think Anafe and Nek will be the best people to ask about my life hehe
CHEERLEADER (Laughs with you till dawn)
*Anafe
2.02.2008
Crisis
I guess I'm on the verge of my Quarter-life crisis.
The signs are everywhere- mood temperatures rising, dreams fading, contentment on the loose-- desires are tremendous, but the means and the drive are nowhere but short.
I think I'm ready to declare that I am NOT really happy after all.
Or well, maybe.
The signs are everywhere- mood temperatures rising, dreams fading, contentment on the loose-- desires are tremendous, but the means and the drive are nowhere but short.
I think I'm ready to declare that I am NOT really happy after all.
Or well, maybe.
1.30.2008
Settling Down
I don't know Daniel and Ashley's love story. Although I could guess it must have been a tough road they passed before they tied that knot and settled down.
They say, it's every girl's dream to walk down the aisle someday and get married. Well, I have the same dream.
But I know my dream will have to wait a little longer. Anyway they also say, I'm still young to get married. I should enjoy life and have fun. There will come a day when I will be ready, like Ashley maybe when she walked down that aisle.
But when do we really know when we are ready? Is it like lightning that just strikes you and you're okay? Or is it like a quiz you take, and when you pass- then you're in it. Is it like running in a field where there are many obstacles... and the fastest who gets the race done, gets the prize. Is that how love works?
Do you realize you are ready when you imagine there's no other person you want to wake up with every morning but him? Whenever you see his eyes, you sparkle from within. And when he's not there, it is your heart that's broken...
Is that how you realize when you are ready?
How do you take the plunge?
Is settling down just a matter of saying yes, or I do. Is everything settled when those words are finally uttered? Is marriage as simple as a three-lettered word that's so easy to say... yet, so hard to do.
Yes to what? A life of compromise with a partner all your lives? Yes to obligations, responsibilities and everything that comes with being married? Yes to happiness and sadness altogether, for there will be rough times. And there will also be good times.
To the good and the bad- do you really say yes to them all?
If it's not that easy as it seems, then why do we dream about getting into it? Are we not complete if we do not end up in happy endings? If we do not dress up like princesses on wedding days.. and if we do not get to kiss the man of our dreams.
I ask because maybe I have doubts about the way I dream about these things...
It's taking so long...
Yes, things are taking so long when you want them too bad.
1.27.2008
Lia and Powee in Hongkong
This was a late birthday celebration for Powee's 25th, this was also his gift for me since I wanted so badly to be with him on his last trip to HK and Macau in April 2007. =) We had so much fun. And for two people who were not as adventurous- the trip was so much of an adventure for the two of us. After this trip, I can say that yes-- I want to be with him forever =)
1.21.2008
Everybody's a Possible Ally
Come to think of it, that's the most sensible thing I heard of today.
Because the world is small, the possibility of bumping into one person today and meeting that person again tomorrow or the day after-- is 99 percent certain.
What's more, that person may even be related to you, or your friend or your officemate.
And the premise of the title of this blog is this- that every single person you meet can help you one day.
Oh yes, ties in this world get closer and closer. And the closer you get, the farther you want to be.
So, I ask. Do we really have to be nice to everybody we meet?
I say, Not.
Because the world is small, the possibility of bumping into one person today and meeting that person again tomorrow or the day after-- is 99 percent certain.
What's more, that person may even be related to you, or your friend or your officemate.
And the premise of the title of this blog is this- that every single person you meet can help you one day.
Oh yes, ties in this world get closer and closer. And the closer you get, the farther you want to be.
So, I ask. Do we really have to be nice to everybody we meet?
I say, Not.
1.20.2008
Second Chances
They say love is lovelier the second time around. I wouldn't really know because it has never happened to me.
But I'd like to believe that cliche is true.
That when life blesses you with second chances, let's say in love, then it must really be a chance you would not let pass.
Maybe a second chance in love is God's way of telling us that nothing really is impossible.
For imagine how two people can find their way back into each other arm's yet, once again... after all the hurt and pain? Oh yes, when the storm has passed, here comes life's little surprises. And like a child, you come running to get it.
So here's to their second chance at love.
And here's praying I'll see this sweet love story to the end
Hopefully, forever wishing forever this time is true. =)
But I'd like to believe that cliche is true.
That when life blesses you with second chances, let's say in love, then it must really be a chance you would not let pass.
Maybe a second chance in love is God's way of telling us that nothing really is impossible.
For imagine how two people can find their way back into each other arm's yet, once again... after all the hurt and pain? Oh yes, when the storm has passed, here comes life's little surprises. And like a child, you come running to get it.
So here's to their second chance at love.
And here's praying I'll see this sweet love story to the end
Hopefully, forever wishing forever this time is true. =)
1.19.2008
Thunder Cats (3)
"Call this an unfair generalization if you must, but old people are no good at everything."
--Moe Szyslak (The Simpsons)
This is a perfect line for the Thunder Cats.
--Moe Szyslak (The Simpsons)
This is a perfect line for the Thunder Cats.
1.18.2008
Thunder Cats (2)
Nahulaan ni Ace yung dalawa.
Pero nahirapan siya sa pangatlo.
This blog is for poor Ace.
Pero nahirapan siya sa pangatlo.
This blog is for poor Ace.
1.17.2008
Thunder Cats
Ace is curious.
When I was sent out in the jungle, I never thought I'd come out this strong.
There were wild animals out there. Tigers, foxes, lions, pigs, alligators and snakes. Big and frightening wild animals. But my initial fear came after I met the Thunder Cats.
They're the star. They always want to be the star of this jungle. Always wanting to get the attention. Always setting the rules. They always talked about me. Or at least asked about me from other people. I wonder what interests them so much about my life.
At that time, I was like a child who wanted to be loved by everything and everyone around me. And so I thought I needed their appreciation. I thought I wanted them to appreciate and recognize me.
But thank God, their true colors showed.
The thunder cats are the worst creatures there are in the Queen's jungle.
They hate the Eel (pronounced as "ail") because she knows all the stories. While they, only feast on leftovers.
They abhor pretty cats, and other animals in the jungle. Simply because they are old. And they aged ungracefully.
Having the same denominator I guess- they are either widowed, separated, annulled, or second partners. They don't have happy lovelives.
Poor, poor thunder cats.
They hate me too.
But they loved to talk about me and my love life. Maybe because they envy me. Hahaha.
They hate me because I never tried to please them even as I thought I needed their nod.
I simply wasn't raised to please other people just so I am appreciated.
But there are times the thunder cats win over me. Just like today and last tuesday. Well, it's a really small world.
And one way or the other I would need them in this Queen's jungle-- sabi nga nila, gamitan lang yan.
At marunong din ako nun.
But unlike any other, nevertheless I walk with my head up high.
Kasi ako, sa trabaho lang ako gagamit. Hindi ako plastic sa lahat ng oras.
The Thunder Cats are the loud elder women of this Queen's jungle.
One is simply loud and ugly.
One has a long hair. She's also ugly.
And one is pretending to be nice with the TV world, but she's old enough to jive with them.
Sorry I can't describe them further for the lack of things to say.
They are the thunder cats I love. Because they make me smile all the time.
I smile at their misfortunes. I smile at their invented stories. I smile at their seemingly unfortunate lovelives.
I smile, because they hate me.
And whoever hates, loses. =)
1.16.2008
More photos of the Makati Standoff
Now I understand why everybody was telling me they saw me over at ABS-CBN more than they saw me in GMA.
=)
Got these from abs-cbnnews.com
Happyness
Lately, I've been asking, am I really happy at what I do? Is this the job that I really want? Are there any other options?
Of course there are, you'd say. Life is full of opportunities waiting to happen, there are options everywhere. Maybe you'd say, it's just up for me to really look around, see for myself and take the plunge.
I have often encountered that feeling when I'm just too tired to get up to go to work. Sometimes I feel my passion has changed, maybe it's not anymore news. Or maybe I'm no longer driven by the challenge of covering news events.
In the other arenas of my life, I am happy. My family, my friends, my lovelife, and everything else except for my career-- I have doubts.
Maybe because it's not just about getting the job that you want that really matters. Maybe it's the longing for a more friendly and hospitable environment at work- a more conducive environment for growth, or more room for professionalism.
I don't have misgivings about the job that I have now. I know it's a lot of other people's dream to be where I am now- so like Powee always says, I should appreciate this and be grateful I am here.
But really, am I happy to be here?
I guess not. I miss those days when I can just enjoy this work and not worry.
Oh well, maybe the pressure comes from the fact that I am working for one of the country's top tv stations.
Anyway, I came here to work and earn money. I'll try to enjoy it for now.
My passion can come again later.
Of course there are, you'd say. Life is full of opportunities waiting to happen, there are options everywhere. Maybe you'd say, it's just up for me to really look around, see for myself and take the plunge.
I have often encountered that feeling when I'm just too tired to get up to go to work. Sometimes I feel my passion has changed, maybe it's not anymore news. Or maybe I'm no longer driven by the challenge of covering news events.
In the other arenas of my life, I am happy. My family, my friends, my lovelife, and everything else except for my career-- I have doubts.
Maybe because it's not just about getting the job that you want that really matters. Maybe it's the longing for a more friendly and hospitable environment at work- a more conducive environment for growth, or more room for professionalism.
I don't have misgivings about the job that I have now. I know it's a lot of other people's dream to be where I am now- so like Powee always says, I should appreciate this and be grateful I am here.
But really, am I happy to be here?
I guess not. I miss those days when I can just enjoy this work and not worry.
Oh well, maybe the pressure comes from the fact that I am working for one of the country's top tv stations.
Anyway, I came here to work and earn money. I'll try to enjoy it for now.
My passion can come again later.
1.13.2008
Reality Check
This is my favorite picture of Powee and I together.
Don't we look like each other already?
His smile is just one of the million reasons I can say, I found the man of my life. =)
Oh yes, life is so good.
Coincidences
You know that movie, Serendipity?
How many coincidences were there in that movie?
Sometimes, life has a way of making us think about the things that happen around us. There are days we feel we already experienced this one thing, and it dates us back to the past. Or how we sometimes imagine things to happen-- and takes us to the future.
Not all our wanderings happen the way we wonder about them.. but often, they do happen and I guess that's when coincidences occur.
Imagine this.
Your ex getting married the day after you and your current boyfriend celebrates your monthsarry together? Then the day after the wedding is your current boyfriend's birthday? And the next day is your ex boyfriend who just got married's birthday.
Was that coincidence or what?
It's a really funnny week of coincidences.
Good thing I'm not bitter. I'm not having a wedding after the ex's birthday.
How many coincidences were there in that movie?
Sometimes, life has a way of making us think about the things that happen around us. There are days we feel we already experienced this one thing, and it dates us back to the past. Or how we sometimes imagine things to happen-- and takes us to the future.
Not all our wanderings happen the way we wonder about them.. but often, they do happen and I guess that's when coincidences occur.
Imagine this.
Your ex getting married the day after you and your current boyfriend celebrates your monthsarry together? Then the day after the wedding is your current boyfriend's birthday? And the next day is your ex boyfriend who just got married's birthday.
Was that coincidence or what?
It's a really funnny week of coincidences.
Good thing I'm not bitter. I'm not having a wedding after the ex's birthday.
1.08.2008
1.02.2008
Lovefull 2008
My relationship with Powee is one- if not the best thing that ever happened to me.
Yes, it happened when we both least expected it and it lasts while we both wonder how...
There were rocky roads along the way.. and we know just how much we try every single day to make it work the way we want it to be...
But yes, again, it's worth every tear and frustration and anger and love.
Friends and I have shared desperations over failed wedding plans over the past year-- some of us have become bitter and hopeless about it. I also went through the same thing maybe not with the same intensity as the others-- but I know how it felt to want something so badly and not see it happen.
But life is not about schedules, and love is not about planned occasions.
Things always happen for a reason. And though the reasons may be those I will refuse to understand-- I will surrender.
Because I love. And in my heart I know it is the love I'm meant to have.
So here's a toast to a lovefull 2008-- that may not end in a wedding as earlier planned, but at least a peep into a beautiful wedding.. somewhere, sometime when stars conspire to make it real-- finally.
Yes, it happened when we both least expected it and it lasts while we both wonder how...
There were rocky roads along the way.. and we know just how much we try every single day to make it work the way we want it to be...
But yes, again, it's worth every tear and frustration and anger and love.
Friends and I have shared desperations over failed wedding plans over the past year-- some of us have become bitter and hopeless about it. I also went through the same thing maybe not with the same intensity as the others-- but I know how it felt to want something so badly and not see it happen.
But life is not about schedules, and love is not about planned occasions.
Things always happen for a reason. And though the reasons may be those I will refuse to understand-- I will surrender.
Because I love. And in my heart I know it is the love I'm meant to have.
So here's a toast to a lovefull 2008-- that may not end in a wedding as earlier planned, but at least a peep into a beautiful wedding.. somewhere, sometime when stars conspire to make it real-- finally.
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