there are many vital things in life that can't be forced. like falling in love. and moving on and away from it.
and since a college friend pm'ed me at this time, hours past midnight, to talk about her recent break-up, i'd like to focus on the latter.
some people i talked to believe that moving on must be a conscious effort. that, i agree with. but to say that it should be forced is something i don't deem effective.
i think, when tides turn and situations compel us to part ways with our (then) loved ones, it is better to let love die a natural death. by that, i mean we have to go through the natural process of crying (or wailing, if you are that type of person), then feeling strong and empowered one moment, and feeling weak and entertaining we'll-get-back-together thoughts the next. i think every girl feels that. everyone goes through that crazy shift of emotions and reasons. and we shouldn't be too hard on ourselves to expect that we will be "fully-recovered" in just a few days, or weeks, or months. we, girls, are complicated human beings, and we've got to give ourselves time.
and cliche as it may sound, this too shall pass. every heartache ends. every old flames die.
not unless, it's not what we genuinely want. because love won't die a natural death if we still keep on nurturing it, if we still keep on feeding ourselves with false hopes and blind dreams.
so at the end of the day, it's still our call. we decide.
who you can't imagine life without?
i must set rules on blogging. never write a post at the height of your emotion, whether you are downright sad or extremely glad, and if you are a girl, i must add, when you are PMS'ing.
i believe people are not in their sane rational self when they do. though they mean whatever it is that they wrote about at that particular moment, they will find those same thoughts weird and hilarious the next time they reread them. not to mention, irrelevant. (or is it just me?)
anyway, being the kind of person that i am, that rule is futile. i don't know why, but as much as i love setting rules, i also find satisfaction in breaking them.
so you guessed it right, i am writing and PMS'ing right now.
do you know how much i hate it when people tell me every bit of details of their stories and not go direct to the point instead? that being said, do you have any idea how much i hate myself for a about 17 seconds now for rambling and not driving home my point yet?
i really have a point here, and it's gonna be a real quick one, i promise.
my friend's reply to my tweet a few hours ago caught me off-guard. she mentioned something like she can't imagine life without her boyfriend. but before i talk any further, i think it is vital to mention that this friend i am talking about is 24 years old, which means i am not talking about some silly teenage girl here who may not fully comprehend yet the weight of those words. also, this friend has been in the relationship with this same man for more than four years now (i had to check her blog to find out the exact count, and i learned they'll be celebrating their 5th year january next year). meaning. it is, indeed, a serious business!
and so i wonder, in this world of constant confusion and change and topsy-turvyness, isn't it beautiful to be certain about at least one thing, that there is that one special person you need and want so bad that you are afraid of losing?
sappy sentiment? at least i have my unbalanced hormones to blame.;P
i believe people are not in their sane rational self when they do. though they mean whatever it is that they wrote about at that particular moment, they will find those same thoughts weird and hilarious the next time they reread them. not to mention, irrelevant. (or is it just me?)
anyway, being the kind of person that i am, that rule is futile. i don't know why, but as much as i love setting rules, i also find satisfaction in breaking them.
so you guessed it right, i am writing and PMS'ing right now.
do you know how much i hate it when people tell me every bit of details of their stories and not go direct to the point instead? that being said, do you have any idea how much i hate myself for a about 17 seconds now for rambling and not driving home my point yet?
i really have a point here, and it's gonna be a real quick one, i promise.
my friend's reply to my tweet a few hours ago caught me off-guard. she mentioned something like she can't imagine life without her boyfriend. but before i talk any further, i think it is vital to mention that this friend i am talking about is 24 years old, which means i am not talking about some silly teenage girl here who may not fully comprehend yet the weight of those words. also, this friend has been in the relationship with this same man for more than four years now (i had to check her blog to find out the exact count, and i learned they'll be celebrating their 5th year january next year). meaning. it is, indeed, a serious business!
and so i wonder, in this world of constant confusion and change and topsy-turvyness, isn't it beautiful to be certain about at least one thing, that there is that one special person you need and want so bad that you are afraid of losing?
sappy sentiment? at least i have my unbalanced hormones to blame.;P
time to shine and time to share the spotlight.
you know something is worth your while when you still find yourself smiling --- hours after it.
this morning, i received messages from a new acquaintance, kuya bong (who's slowly becoming a new friend), asking me to do a recording with him. recording -- ah, it sounds so legit and grand! but no, it's nothing like that, at least for me. he and his churchmates are joining a contest and he happens to be the trainer. funny how he thought of recording my voice while singing their piece to serve as their guide during practice. really, that's hilarious. i don't mean to demean myself, self-deprecation is not my thing. but i am definitely aware of my best qualities, capabilities and talents, and singing, i know (and that, i know for sure) is not one of them.
i love singing. i go to youtube often, type in "(title of the song) with lyrics", click search and sing my lungs out. i have a total of ten voice records saved in my phone, several videos of my singing self, and videoke-ing is one of the things i love doing.
that was when kuya bong heard (and first knew) me. i was the girl who held the mic majority of the time during madz' birthday. i was the one who didn't allow anyone else hold it for more than two songs.
it's not as if glasses break when i sing. i never had a history of breaking anyone's eardrum either. i get the tones and tunes and melodies right. but i don't really carry a voice that is at par with rachelle's, tets' or ate monette's (these three, by the way, are my three good friends who, i really believe, will make lots of money in music industry should they decide to shift careers there).
so as i was saying, to receive an offer to do something as if i sing so well is uncalled for, unnecessary and unlikely. but kuya bong was not joking. he was so damned serious about it that he even offered to go to our place, meet me and get it done. he prodded me and he believed in whatever voice quality i have and he never gave me the chance to say no (the man, i figured, is not someone who will take no for an answer). he told me it is my time to shine. i should believe him, he is musically inclined, he can play the guitar and piano and he is a pro!
but it was not the prodding or the encouragement or the boladas that got me into agreeing. well maybe, part of it. but what made me say yes, wholly, was the fact that i offered the exact same thing to ate monette. i asked her to join me and i asked kuya bong to let her. and though it was not the original plan and what he had in mind, i'm pretty sure that the end result turned out to be something greater than how he envisioned it to be.
it's true. when you are given the chance to shine, it is far more rewarding when you share the spotlight.
the entire experience is truly worth my while. no. it's even worth posting and blogging about!
and have i mentioned the song, which i got to know just now, is really beautiful? i love the lyrics. here it goes..
this morning, i received messages from a new acquaintance, kuya bong (who's slowly becoming a new friend), asking me to do a recording with him. recording -- ah, it sounds so legit and grand! but no, it's nothing like that, at least for me. he and his churchmates are joining a contest and he happens to be the trainer. funny how he thought of recording my voice while singing their piece to serve as their guide during practice. really, that's hilarious. i don't mean to demean myself, self-deprecation is not my thing. but i am definitely aware of my best qualities, capabilities and talents, and singing, i know (and that, i know for sure) is not one of them.
i love singing. i go to youtube often, type in "(title of the song) with lyrics", click search and sing my lungs out. i have a total of ten voice records saved in my phone, several videos of my singing self, and videoke-ing is one of the things i love doing.
that was when kuya bong heard (and first knew) me. i was the girl who held the mic majority of the time during madz' birthday. i was the one who didn't allow anyone else hold it for more than two songs.
it's not as if glasses break when i sing. i never had a history of breaking anyone's eardrum either. i get the tones and tunes and melodies right. but i don't really carry a voice that is at par with rachelle's, tets' or ate monette's (these three, by the way, are my three good friends who, i really believe, will make lots of money in music industry should they decide to shift careers there).
so as i was saying, to receive an offer to do something as if i sing so well is uncalled for, unnecessary and unlikely. but kuya bong was not joking. he was so damned serious about it that he even offered to go to our place, meet me and get it done. he prodded me and he believed in whatever voice quality i have and he never gave me the chance to say no (the man, i figured, is not someone who will take no for an answer). he told me it is my time to shine. i should believe him, he is musically inclined, he can play the guitar and piano and he is a pro!
but it was not the prodding or the encouragement or the boladas that got me into agreeing. well maybe, part of it. but what made me say yes, wholly, was the fact that i offered the exact same thing to ate monette. i asked her to join me and i asked kuya bong to let her. and though it was not the original plan and what he had in mind, i'm pretty sure that the end result turned out to be something greater than how he envisioned it to be.
it's true. when you are given the chance to shine, it is far more rewarding when you share the spotlight.
the entire experience is truly worth my while. no. it's even worth posting and blogging about!
and have i mentioned the song, which i got to know just now, is really beautiful? i love the lyrics. here it goes..
mean catholic girl.
i don't tolerate any bad behavior.
i remember one good friend of mine labelling me as mean catholic girl. and i agree with her. i am a regular churchgoer. i am generous. i am helpful. i am kind (i know i am). but i can be mean too. and i mean really mean.
i know of people who don't seem to have a single mean bone in their body. i find them amazing. but i don't intend to be like them.
my former boyfriend told me that one of the things he liked about me is my being maldita. you may think he's nuts but i see his point. i'm a fighter. i stand for my rights and i don't allow anyone to bully me around. i respect only
those who deserve it. i treat people how they should be treated. i play fair. and my being a salesperson and your being a customer wouldn't change that. i don't really believe that customer is always right. that, to me, is bullcrap.
this, i know, is my attempt to rant. i'm ranting about the people i've personally encountered here in singapore. here i met the most lazy, dumbest, despicable and unsubstantial people i ever came to know, at least most of them.
i want to give case-and-point bases to explain my observation further but my one-hour break may not allow me to.
so let's just say, the locals here spoil each other. they set rules and they themselves break them. they ask the silliest-most-stupid-no-brainer questions.
my break is almost over so i'll rest my case for now.
i remember one good friend of mine labelling me as mean catholic girl. and i agree with her. i am a regular churchgoer. i am generous. i am helpful. i am kind (i know i am). but i can be mean too. and i mean really mean.
i know of people who don't seem to have a single mean bone in their body. i find them amazing. but i don't intend to be like them.
my former boyfriend told me that one of the things he liked about me is my being maldita. you may think he's nuts but i see his point. i'm a fighter. i stand for my rights and i don't allow anyone to bully me around. i respect only
those who deserve it. i treat people how they should be treated. i play fair. and my being a salesperson and your being a customer wouldn't change that. i don't really believe that customer is always right. that, to me, is bullcrap.
this, i know, is my attempt to rant. i'm ranting about the people i've personally encountered here in singapore. here i met the most lazy, dumbest, despicable and unsubstantial people i ever came to know, at least most of them.
i want to give case-and-point bases to explain my observation further but my one-hour break may not allow me to.
so let's just say, the locals here spoil each other. they set rules and they themselves break them. they ask the silliest-most-stupid-no-brainer questions.
my break is almost over so i'll rest my case for now.
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