They say when life is sucky, all you have to do is say your thank you's. And so I'm going to start thanking more frequently from now on. Starting with YOU (yes, you.), thank you for dropping by to read this post. In lieu of all the thanking (hehe), I'm going to bring out my Everything Good list once again. This has long been delayed anyway. It's time to remind myself again how wonderful life can be. (Mental note: Believe, believe, believe. Yes life is wonderful. Haha Kelangan pa talaga ng affirmation. Hehe)
-Breadtalk's pork Floss (i can never get enough. takaw!)
-Body Combat super workout
-Paris (sana makabalik pa.)
-my iPod's playlist (kahit paulit ulit lang. Hehe)
-being able to let go and not care (it's hard!)
-The Secret (i'm still working at it. concentrate.)
-Finishing my MDP 2 training (woohoo! 2 more modules to go.)
-Novenas (St. Raphael's)
-chatty, friendly (and cute) strangers ;)
-scoring tickets to the Ateneo-La Salle game (one more please for tomorrow's game?)
-being able to say goodbye and not look back (di ko pa nagagawa. haha)
-coffee and beer
-just being a friend (again, it's a hard thing to do!)
-going home a little early than usual
-UCC's corned beef breakfast (i'm currently hooked. don't know why. nothing special about it really.)
-being (and still trying) healthy
-unlimited SUN
-feeling good about yourself (it's the Secret's secret!)
-glowing and being beautiful (it's the Secret i tell you. or naging feeling lang talaga ako. haha jk)
-having lots of energy and not get tired
-a working metabolism: eating heaps and loads, then feeling as if you have not eaten anything afterwards
-steady days (i wish i could have lots and lots of it.)
-good, long, meaningful conversations
-senseless conversations
Alright I'll stop now. I'm starting to feel good already. Yipee!! :)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Everything Good List
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Saturday, September 22, 2007
Rollercoasters and the Weather
Liking (or loving) someone can really be tiring. It’s like riding on a super rollercoaster.
The ups, twists, and turns leave you high, giddy, and dizzy all at the same time. You don’t know when the next drop or turn is. One minute you’re up and happy, the next minute you feel down and sad. You’re left confused as hell, dazed with all the flying signals.
You can’t really tell. Today may be a sunshiny and cloudless day, but the following day it can rain and pour without any warning at all. It can leave you all warm and then bitter cold after. Just like that; love makes you glow and sick all at the same time.
They say it is how the game is played. But that’s only for the “players” right? How about the ones who are in it for the real deal?
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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tiwala
Question: When do you stop trusting?
It's when you're put in a situation where you are not sure anymore. Doubts constantly run through your mind. That queasy feeling in your gut seems to keep returning more frequently than it should be. You are not at ease with what’s going on; you start to think that everything is not what it seems to be.
Answer: You stop trusting when confidence (on a certain thing, situation, or person) makes a final exit.
Question: When is trust broken?
It's when words and actions start going in opposite directions. Contradictions are strewn all over the place. 1 apple + 1 apple = 2 bananas. As much as you try damn hard to make sense of things, you just can’t seem to. You go in expecting to get a certain thing, only to find out you’ll be getting a completely different one. Surprise surprise.
Answer: Trust is broken when you can’t figure out how adding up 2 apples can become 2 bananas. (What the?!)
Trust is a tough act. It’s something that one must strive to constantly and consistently preserve. Trust is what you say and do at the same time. It is ironic how it takes so much effort to build trust, yet it only takes a couple of seconds to break it, and probably a miracle to repair it.
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Thursday, September 13, 2007
Twin Flames
Excerpts from the book Bulalo Soup for the Sole by Theresa "Jew" R. Lariosa. It's a great read. All of her articles talks a lot of sense. Really funny and witty, and relational too.
Soulmates are a bane and a boon to my existence. They’re just too many to keep track of, maintain and keep. When I meet someone and there is a certain connection, I immediately look up my past lives list and wonder if I met him when I was in Vienna or Israel. I never bother to think he might be a new soul drawn to my old and tattered one.
But when I met this magnificent man a few years back, I was ready to jump off my ship that was full of bogus soulmates and stay with this one and only twin flame. He was absolutely perfect. Tall, dark and handsome. Yes, when I’m with him I resort to clichés and simple adjectives. I become dumbstruck. The verbose me turns to a mumbling fool. Abedi-abedu-abedu…Elmer Fudd would be a literate character compared to me!
He’s my twin flame. One of a kind. We click even if we’re far apart. You can’t just get that in a bar or at a street party. It’s an inexplicable, priceless connection! There were no promises made, no commitments formed and no pressure. It was as if we had not been apart for too long. It was just right that we were together at that moment.
Some say you never end up marrying your soulmate or your twin flame. Maybe that’s good. It’s probably the universe’s way of making a beautiful thing always fresh and new—never tarnished by fights, petty squabbles and tantrums. My twin flame and I know that when we hold hands, we really mean it; when we hug, the passion is there; when we kiss, it’ll always be a first.
I flew back with this knowledge and I wasn’t discouraged when I saw Manila’s polluted air. I was recharged and ready to face more of this game called life. Twin flames are meant to do that. They ignite a spark in you that makes your light shine brighter than usual. You’re of the same light. Two of a kind. When your flame begins to weaken a bit, try to look for your twin flame. If you can’t find him or her in this lifetime, there’s always a box of matches.
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