I thank God for blessing me with my parents and my brothers and sister, and my nephews and nieces. I never really have friends now. I don't know why. I am not who I was, so peer pressure or friends is not really a big deal for me. If only I can get out of my financial difficulties. I want to offer all I have and all I can for my family.
If there's one thing I learn to forget about my problems, I just say to myself... tomorrow, or next month, or next year, this too shall pass.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Random Thoughts 1
Starting today, if and only when I feel like it, and of course if and only when there's internet access, I will be posting my random thoughts.
Hmmmmmm, cant say there's anything on my mind this morning. Im wearing all black, which is kinda stupid coz it's so hot and according to the news, it would get even hotter. Be that as it may (I like that phrase, be that as it may meaning - so? that's it, that phrase kinda mean, and so what else? he he he). Be that as it may = and so, the discourse on that phrase got me off track. That's how random my thought is. Hmmmmmmm. I see, random thoughts - no editing! See, I am a control freak and I hate my keyboard. I'm not a good typists, I type one letter at a time but I made a system of doing it really fast.
My officemate borrowed my tissue paper. Made me off track again, funny, she just got two sheets. Is that enough? She said, "wisik wisik lang" ayos na, ha ha ha, I can't imagine how girls do it. Spray? That's how Biolink is, I guess that's for feminine hygiene. Why don't guys do it? Ha ha ha, coz for guys, "isang pagpag lng, ayos!" Smile.
Another crazy but sensible thing this officemate told me, I dont know why she told me, but she said she use Biolink because Anne Curtis endorsed it. Hmmm, does Anne Curtis really spray Biolink on her *beep beep*? Yuck.
Back to work. I hate it when the last thought in my random thoughts is Anne Curtis' pipi. Change topic. FAST!
Cant think of anything. Another funny observation from a guy officemate, he use Ph Care naman, not for his private parts but for his face. Oh well, men don't use feminine hygience on their weewees but on their face. Weird.
I guess that's a better thought to leave from. Feminine hygiene for the face for MEN!!!!
Hmmmmmm, cant say there's anything on my mind this morning. Im wearing all black, which is kinda stupid coz it's so hot and according to the news, it would get even hotter. Be that as it may (I like that phrase, be that as it may meaning - so? that's it, that phrase kinda mean, and so what else? he he he). Be that as it may = and so, the discourse on that phrase got me off track. That's how random my thought is. Hmmmmmmm. I see, random thoughts - no editing! See, I am a control freak and I hate my keyboard. I'm not a good typists, I type one letter at a time but I made a system of doing it really fast.
My officemate borrowed my tissue paper. Made me off track again, funny, she just got two sheets. Is that enough? She said, "wisik wisik lang" ayos na, ha ha ha, I can't imagine how girls do it. Spray? That's how Biolink is, I guess that's for feminine hygiene. Why don't guys do it? Ha ha ha, coz for guys, "isang pagpag lng, ayos!" Smile.
Another crazy but sensible thing this officemate told me, I dont know why she told me, but she said she use Biolink because Anne Curtis endorsed it. Hmmm, does Anne Curtis really spray Biolink on her *beep beep*? Yuck.
Back to work. I hate it when the last thought in my random thoughts is Anne Curtis' pipi. Change topic. FAST!
Cant think of anything. Another funny observation from a guy officemate, he use Ph Care naman, not for his private parts but for his face. Oh well, men don't use feminine hygience on their weewees but on their face. Weird.
I guess that's a better thought to leave from. Feminine hygiene for the face for MEN!!!!
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
New Meaning
Finding Mr. Right by rcrj08@yahoo.com
as published in Image Magazine - February 2004
Updated, March 8, 2008
Is it right to find Mr. Right? But actually, the real question is, is there a Mr. Right, not just for me but for everyone? If there is, then, it is not pointless to look and find him. And since my original question is, is it right to find Mr. Right, I am assuming that there exist a Mr. Right for me. Or should I make one perhaps? Or be one? Since I was aware that I am different from everyone else, that happiness is not only self-derived, I have been longing for someone to be my special someone. Maybe it was culture or social conditioning, but the point is – we look for other people for validation and confirmation. I wouldn’t want to be a hypocrite and say that I don’t look for other people for love. Yes, it is the greatest love of all, learning to love one’s self but deep in my heart, it is greater to love and be loved by someone else. Since I came to this conclusion, I realized that longing for that somebody else hurts. It hurts to feel the emptiness of your heart that no matter what you do, you could not just fill it up. It pains to realize that after all the search, after one relationship after another; there is still the void of emptiness. Each relationship brings new insights and the realization that I haven’t met the one; the someone that would make my life different. The one, Mr. Right. How could I find the Mr. Right of my life? I have tried going out for dates, meeting new people. I have been used, abused, manipulated and terribly hurt, only because I thought that if I only give-in, I will have Mr. Right. Talk about being desperate! But still I haven’t met him. Some may argue that to meet Mr. Right, one has to be one. One has to be the right person too. And I believe I am. I am caring, passionate, romantic and giving. I am sincere, thoughtful and sensitive. I appreciate life, I love fun. I am a good conversationalist, understanding, and smart. I am simple, and yet complicated. I am not a high-maintenance person. I admit, I am not perfect, but who is? I am not looking for Mr. Perfect; I am looking for Mr. Right. Mr. Right for me is someone who, unabashedly, will sing me a song or recite to me a poem he had written. He isn’t necessarily good looking but pleasantly clean and neat. He is confident, and supportive, understanding and romantic. He is adventurous, encouraging me to try new things and discover new activities. Sometimes, he is quiet, preferring a night on the bed, talking. Or holding hands at the movies. He would enjoy going to the beach once in a while and with me, wait for the sun to set, the moon and stars to come out, sleep on the sand with the waves of the sea lulling us to sleep only to be awakened by the sunrise. Or an evening where he will cook pasta and set the table with candles and have dessert while listening to my favorite song “Your Song” or watching “Sleepless in Seattle or Serendipity.” We could have the same taste in music, food, books; or not. He can be very complicated, and I would cherish every moment in my life I’m sharing with him understanding his complexity. He could be simple and I would enjoy every moment of simple life, as long as it’s with him. I’ll share with him every thought, dreams and aspirations I have. He could be of my age, or older or younger. He could be all of the above… or not, again, I’m not looking for Mr. Perfect, just the one, someone who would feel right to me. The task of finding Mr. Right may be fruitless, but at least no one can accuse me of not having tried at all. I may be getting older, but definitely, I am getting wiser. If five years from now, Mr. Right haven’t come along yet, I wouldn’t give up but I will go on with my life. The important thing is, aside from Mr. Right who hasn’t come yet, there’s another one who loves me as I am. Me.
Five years had passed. Did I meet my Mr. Right? In a way no, I met Mr. Right Now. But like every love story, or any story for that matter, mine had a beginning and an ending… And it just ended when my Mr. Right found his bride and I became his best man.
Ironic isn’t it?
To love someone for five years and have that chapter in my life end. Funny thing is, I am proud to say that at least, when our story ended, our life as friends began.
He is all of the above as I described and more. But this is not an open letter for him, but a letter for my potential lifemate.
Lifemate.
If there’s one thing I have learned in this quest of mine, is that love happens when you least expect it. But once again, I am putting myself out there, trying to catch the attention of Mr. Right, because maybe, just maybe, he needs a little nudge. Now that I have made my move, the next step is entirely up to him. He can either e-mail me at rcrj08@yahoo.com or call me at 09228383689. I am patient, I can wait… because I know, spending the rest of my life with Mr. Right is worth waiting.
as published in Image Magazine - February 2004
Updated, March 8, 2008
Is it right to find Mr. Right? But actually, the real question is, is there a Mr. Right, not just for me but for everyone? If there is, then, it is not pointless to look and find him. And since my original question is, is it right to find Mr. Right, I am assuming that there exist a Mr. Right for me. Or should I make one perhaps? Or be one? Since I was aware that I am different from everyone else, that happiness is not only self-derived, I have been longing for someone to be my special someone. Maybe it was culture or social conditioning, but the point is – we look for other people for validation and confirmation. I wouldn’t want to be a hypocrite and say that I don’t look for other people for love. Yes, it is the greatest love of all, learning to love one’s self but deep in my heart, it is greater to love and be loved by someone else. Since I came to this conclusion, I realized that longing for that somebody else hurts. It hurts to feel the emptiness of your heart that no matter what you do, you could not just fill it up. It pains to realize that after all the search, after one relationship after another; there is still the void of emptiness. Each relationship brings new insights and the realization that I haven’t met the one; the someone that would make my life different. The one, Mr. Right. How could I find the Mr. Right of my life? I have tried going out for dates, meeting new people. I have been used, abused, manipulated and terribly hurt, only because I thought that if I only give-in, I will have Mr. Right. Talk about being desperate! But still I haven’t met him. Some may argue that to meet Mr. Right, one has to be one. One has to be the right person too. And I believe I am. I am caring, passionate, romantic and giving. I am sincere, thoughtful and sensitive. I appreciate life, I love fun. I am a good conversationalist, understanding, and smart. I am simple, and yet complicated. I am not a high-maintenance person. I admit, I am not perfect, but who is? I am not looking for Mr. Perfect; I am looking for Mr. Right. Mr. Right for me is someone who, unabashedly, will sing me a song or recite to me a poem he had written. He isn’t necessarily good looking but pleasantly clean and neat. He is confident, and supportive, understanding and romantic. He is adventurous, encouraging me to try new things and discover new activities. Sometimes, he is quiet, preferring a night on the bed, talking. Or holding hands at the movies. He would enjoy going to the beach once in a while and with me, wait for the sun to set, the moon and stars to come out, sleep on the sand with the waves of the sea lulling us to sleep only to be awakened by the sunrise. Or an evening where he will cook pasta and set the table with candles and have dessert while listening to my favorite song “Your Song” or watching “Sleepless in Seattle or Serendipity.” We could have the same taste in music, food, books; or not. He can be very complicated, and I would cherish every moment in my life I’m sharing with him understanding his complexity. He could be simple and I would enjoy every moment of simple life, as long as it’s with him. I’ll share with him every thought, dreams and aspirations I have. He could be of my age, or older or younger. He could be all of the above… or not, again, I’m not looking for Mr. Perfect, just the one, someone who would feel right to me. The task of finding Mr. Right may be fruitless, but at least no one can accuse me of not having tried at all. I may be getting older, but definitely, I am getting wiser. If five years from now, Mr. Right haven’t come along yet, I wouldn’t give up but I will go on with my life. The important thing is, aside from Mr. Right who hasn’t come yet, there’s another one who loves me as I am. Me.
Five years had passed. Did I meet my Mr. Right? In a way no, I met Mr. Right Now. But like every love story, or any story for that matter, mine had a beginning and an ending… And it just ended when my Mr. Right found his bride and I became his best man.
Ironic isn’t it?
To love someone for five years and have that chapter in my life end. Funny thing is, I am proud to say that at least, when our story ended, our life as friends began.
He is all of the above as I described and more. But this is not an open letter for him, but a letter for my potential lifemate.
Lifemate.
If there’s one thing I have learned in this quest of mine, is that love happens when you least expect it. But once again, I am putting myself out there, trying to catch the attention of Mr. Right, because maybe, just maybe, he needs a little nudge. Now that I have made my move, the next step is entirely up to him. He can either e-mail me at rcrj08@yahoo.com or call me at 09228383689. I am patient, I can wait… because I know, spending the rest of my life with Mr. Right is worth waiting.
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