Showing posts with label sentiments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sentiments. Show all posts
#DearYou, 

Today, I keep playing memories from the past in my head, desperately trying to understand what I did or did not do to deserve a life that repeatedly fails in finding you. 

There were so many instances when I thought I was finally going to to make a breakthrough but they abruptly ended and I willed myself to make it through.

It doesn't matter how many times I fail. 

The tears I shed produce a clearer trail.

A trail that hopes to guide you when you are most frail.

When it finally happens, my love, our hearts will sail. 

We got this. 

Love,
Me

Fall's Alarm 

a.k.a. Hindsight 20/20
a.k.a. Charge it to Experience
a.k.a. Subject Matter Expert Advice

1. Bago ka mag-fall, dapat konting abiso sa inaasahan mo na sasalo sa'yo. Baka gusto ka naman saluhin, hindi lang siya na-inform.

2. At kung meron ka nang naabisuhan na sumalo, huwag ka na mag-notify ng iba. Kasi yung dalawa na sinabihan mong sumalo sa'yo malamang-lamang magkakabanggaan lang habang pabagsak ka at ang ending, babagsak ka mag-isa.

3. Huwag kang pa-fall.

Una, baka risk-taker siya, biglang tumalon nang hindi ka pa handang sumalo (assuming na may intensyon kang sumalo).

Pangalawa, kung wala ka palang intensyon, tantanan mo siya. Mahabag ka.

Pangatlo, kung last minute kang nagdesisyon na sumalo, mag-sorry ka. Chances are na-realize na niyang mali ang bagsak niya.

Pang-apat, hindi ito basketball, hindi naga-apply ang fakes. Hindi pwedeng ipapahiwatig mo na magd-drive ka, magkasabay kayong aariba tapos biglang aatras ka pala habang siya lumundag na.

4. Ikaw na pa-fall, kung na-misinterpret ka (or so you claim) huwag mong sasabihin na hindi mo sinadya. Ok, baka hindi mo talaga sinadya.  Huwag mo nang i-attempt na maintindihan niya. Nahulog na nga yung tao ipagduduldulan mo pa. Sige na. Friendly ka na. Good job. Wooohoo. Hangout hangout. Yes. PBB Teens.

5. Ikaw namang pala-fall, matuto kang mag-fall with caution. Minsan, akala mo may sasalo sa baba kaya mega lundag ka. Eh wala. All systems go ka nga pero radio silence naman siya. Matutong alamin ang terrain, maglagay ng safety net kung posible o kaya ay magsuot ng parachute para matanggap ang truth.

6. At pinakaimportante, tanggapin ang resulta. Dalawa lang yan, sinalo ka ba o hindi? Kung sinalo ka, tuloy ang storya.

Kung pinabayaan kang mahulog mag-isa, tumayo ka nang mag-isa.

The Chase

#DearYou,

I'm sorry that I am taking so long to get to where you are.

Sometimes, I imagine us to be running around in circles, with me barely catching up with the you that have been trying to catch up with me, too. From afar, while the universe watches us with disbelief, the silliness of this cycle will hit us and what used to be a chase will be a kind of stillness that laughs at our inability to stay.

Someday, you will be smart enough to look my way when I am smart enough not to look away.

One day, we will not be too afraid. Instead, we will regret that with our feelings, we played, when we could have sat together under love's shade.

Today may not be that day but I promise a kind of promise that whatever happens will not fade.

Until our future romantic trade. Until we recognize that for each other, we are made.

Wait for us,
Me

A Cluttered Mind's Reflections on D. handler's Adverbs

Attraction

“Love is hourly, too. There are stories about people who have loved someone forever after laying eyes on them for a few minutes and then nevermore, but these stories have not happened to anyone we know.” 

The magic of loving someone forever after one moment? I think it happens everyday. These stories never get told because they’re embarrassing. It’s like submitting to the idea that love, really, is illogical and uncontrollable. And that, my friends, is the plot of catastrophe. Love is a decision, right? A commitment that you get into when you’re ready, and sure and unafraid anymore? Right?

Seriously, haven’t you had that one day when a stranger catches your eye for merely walking right in front of you and you silently tell yourself, “He could be the one.”? Haven’t you had that weird moment when someone you've been spending time with, a friend, literally transforms right before your eyes and at that weirdest of moments, you acknowledge that you are, indeed, in love? Isn't it a common thing to be smoking with someone while you secretly wish for the universe to conspire and make that unintelligible shape that the smoke from your cigarette and his combine into the mushiest heart-shaped form?

The truth is, love happens - everyday, every breathing second, every regular minute – whether we acknowledge it is a different story.

Falling “Deeper” in Love

“No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases.”

Oh, the mystery that is loving because you’re needing or needing because you’re loving. Does love really increase? Or does it seem to increase by the level of dependence that you develop for the other person? This is exactly how over thinking things can ruin the greatest of love stories.  Because if we find the answer to the question, what does it really result to?

If the answer is that love is directly proportional to the time you spend with the other person, then time and proximity become significant factors in the relationship. But isn't love supposed to be a thing in itself? A feeling, a commitment, a decision that conquers all? How much faith must one put in love?  When does one draw the line between loving unconditionally and conditionally?

On the other hand, if love remains constant but the need to be near your partner increases with time, aren't we depicting a picture of love as selfish and discontented? Doesn't it go against the premise that love makes you a better person? Isn't a better person someone that is more capable of a more mature and selfless love?  

Finding the answer yields to doubt either way. To be honest, I think falling deeper in love makes you feel a lot of new things that make it hard for you to cope. If you have been dependent all your life, you need to rise above the pressure of doing things on your own to ensure that your partner can grow, too. If you have been independent all your life, you need to surrender some freedom to be part of a couple that grows together in a relationship.

So, this is my answer: You can ask all sorts of questions about love but the main question is, “Do you still want to be loving the other person despite all the possible logical answers?”

I sure hope the answer is a yes or a no – because being a maybe says a lot about you than about your relationship. 

Regret

“And when the love is over, when the diner of love seems closed from the outside, you want all those hours back, along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.”

Let me just say that when “love” does not work out, I almost always feel so cheated. Not the third-party kind but the “how could you give your love to someone else and share your dreams with me” kind. It’s the curse of the blessed extroverted introvert. People have become so comfortable in sharing their dreams, thoughts, secrets and innermost desires to me that I have wrongly imagined these confessions to be promises of building a future together. God knows I become so emotionally, intellectually and physically invested that when it doesn't work out, I feel like I have given up so much.

But that’s the thing – all these “investments” that I think I have contributed to the non-relationship only happened inside my head. From the outsider’s point of view, I was just being me – a really good friend slash emotionally-detached listener who always says the right things.

Ok, I got lost in my thought.

The bottom line is this, most of the time, the things that you give in a (non)relationship have been freely, voluntarily and lucidly given by you and have not been explicitly asked by the one that you love. Fine, discreetly asked and expected by the partner but YOU made the decision to give them because at that exact moment that you were giving up your time, hell, your life… you felt that what the other was giving you was worth it, or so much more than what you were giving up. It is always a calculated risk based on the hope of mutualism. That empty feeling after things fell apart is not regret – it’s loss. It’s not wanting to turn back time and make different decisions but wanting to profit from a sunk cost[1].
  
Moving Forward

“And so you sit like a spilled drink, those missing hours in you like an ache, and you hear stories that aren’t true and won’t bring anyone back. Things happen and you never get over them…”

The other night, I was having quite an interesting discussion with a friend / officemate over beer (for her) and iced tea (for me) and I remember her saying, “I choose moving forward over moving on because when you move on, it seems like you are trying to forget everything, including the pain and I don’t believe in that – but when you move forward, it’s coming to terms with pain and deciding that life goes on, and that you just have to live with that pain because it has become a part of you.” I’ve said it before and I will say it again, everyone must accept that there is honor in pain. In a former blog entry, I said, “… you realize that pain, really, is just a wonderful front act. You get hurt, once in a while, with some periods more painful than the others.”
Move forward because your main act is happiness. Move forward because the stage is wide and everyone is waiting for you to perform the greatest act of your life – to love and to be loved in return.

You’re ready.




[1] In economics and business decision-making, a sunk cost is a retrospective (past) cost that has already been incurred and cannot be recovered

The Better Half of 2014

As we say goodbye to 2014's first half, let us all take a moment and remember all the risks that were taken, the moments that were golden and the people who were there to catch us when we thought we've fallen and become fallen.

 Para sa lahat ng na- #seenzone, #friendzone, twilight zone at nam-mroblema sa #tzone, para sa lahat ng sumugal at nagmabagal, para sa lahat ng nagmahal, minahal, at gumastos ng mahal, para sa lahat ng umasa, nagnasa at nagpakasasa...

 Hindi pa tapos ang laban. Ang kalahati ay katunog ng kalapati... At mababa man at mataas, kaya mong lumipad.

 #ThoughtBubbling#IntrovertMindExtrovertHeart #BetterHalf2014


The Recovery of a Romantic Cynic

This is my attempt to write a legit blog entry after years. So... 

(Dead air). 

I have been assessing where I am in terms of my eternal quest for finding The One and quite frankly, it is no longer a quest but more of a punchline. As much as I want, or maybe need, to recover what's left of my romantic self, I also am glad that everything's pretty steady these days. 

When people say that single people need to be "out there", I literally imagine myself attacking whoever said it in true Mean Girls style because let's face it, only a few people are more "out there" than me. And although i've had my brush with almost love stories in the past, they remain to reach a point where I have mutually, yes because that is the operative word, fallen head over heels in love with someone. 

This blog is for the #hopelessromantic that has turned into a #cynic and everything else in between. This blog is for you who have fought hard to still #believe because you have taken to #heart the concept of love being a #battlefield.

This blog is for people who continue to look for love despite having experience as a formidable #shield.

This blog is for #love and your heart that needs to be retrieved.

#Photords

  1. #introvertmindextrovertheart #LegallyBlunt #Photography #blackandwhitephotography #BlackAndWhite #photooftheday #Poetry #TheStalkerPicsSeries #LegallyBlunt #LegallyGrunt #RealityEverAfter #writersofinstagram #buttonpoetry #listen #findyourvoice #instapoet #shortform #instapoetry

The Pain in Expectations

Boracay, May 2013

It starts with a promise - with images of silly games and childish banters that evolve into quiet nights and comfortable silence. It's a sugar-coated trap that initially makes you believe and inevitably leaves you wondering.

What's wrong? Didn't you once say that there is beauty in wondering? That a certain sense of fulfillment springs when, in your solitude, you are able to make the puzzles fit? The mistake is in taking that leap, that hop, that tiny single step from fantasizing to the tragedy that is wishful entitlement.

Don't you remember? There is a fine line between imagination and expectation. The thing with this pain is that it slowly inhabits your heart, with stealth and deception, until it lethally bleeds.

Let Us Not Get Distracted

Maybe we should go on and pass a law on cyber unjust vexation. Oh wait, that's what unfriending, blocking and hiding are for. Do it. Lest you want to be further annoyed. Making a fuss out of the cyber crime law, making a fuss out of how pointless these acts of sharing / liking / commenting / changing of profile picture, and making a fuss out of why people find that these cyber acts are pointless?

Same thing.

These are all demonstrative of why the freedom of expression should be upheld and protected. Aren't we all supposed to be in this together?

Our battle is against the oppressive provisions. Not with/against each other.

Walang Basagan ng Trip

Kung hindi nyo trip ang cyber activism, huwag niyo gawin. Walang pumipilit sa inyo. Siguro nga, sa mata ng ibang perspektibo, napakaliit ng epekto nito kung ikukumpara sa ibang anyo ng aktibismo. Pero ang akin lang, kaya ko wall ito, at kaya ko profile ito ay dahil malaya akong sabihin at gawin ang gusto ko. Kung hindi ko pwedeng gawin dito, saan pa?

Kapareho lang yan ng kalayaan ng kahit sino na i-block o i-hide ang mga posts o tao na sa tingin nila ay nakakapagpapangit ng sarili nilang cyber-mundo.

Ang kalayaan, hindi man totoong hindi limitado, ay kalayaan na marunong rumespeto. Ang pagkumpara sa kung ano ang nagawa mo at nagawa ng ibang tao ay katulad ng pagsasabi na mas mabigat ang problema mo sa problema ng katabi mo.

Kaya nandito ang cyber-espasyo ay para bigyan ng boses ang mga taong hindi kayang makipagsabayan sa buhay na tinatawag mang totoo ay hindi naman masasabing mas totoo sa kung ano ang nakikita, nababasa, at nararamdaman sa nilikhang cyber-kalawakan na ito.

Walang basagan ng trip. Sabi nga ng MYMP, "Hindi lang ikaw, hindi lang ikaw ang nahihirapan."





Don't Be a Stranger




Dear You,

Let me start by saying that I understand why I write to you. Reading all my past letters,  I’ve always thought that I’m doing it for you – that I was writing so when I finally meet you, you wouldn’t be a stranger to me. Now I know better.  I write them not as mere letters but as prayers.
“Did I waste my life?” My friend asked me this question a number of times when he was celebrating his birthday and I would, like instinct, say without a shadow of a doubt that he didn’t. We didn’t. I have to admit, sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel like I could’ve done more than I did. Looking back, maybe I shouldn’t have succumbed to fear. Maybe I should’ve believed more in my worth.

See, I write to you so I will remember these days. I write to you because I feel that somehow, somewhere, you get me.  I write to you because when my Facebook wall is filled with wedding invitations and baby pictures, I find comfort in knowing that in time, I wouldn’t feel a sting anymore.

I still believe in you. I still believe in us.

One day, when I tell you stories and show you pictures of how I have partied hard, had countless conversations over coffee with friends, and read books to keep myself grounded, you will unequivocally say that it’s time to spend my life with you.  When that day comes, I will gladly inform you that I have been spending it with you – in my heart, in my soul… in my dreams.  

Love,
Me


RH BILL: My Stand While Kneeling Down

I don't think my faith in God and my support for the RH Bill are mutually exclusive. Frankly, it is precisely this faith that pushes me to believe that people should be allowed and, more importantly, be given the OPPORTUNITY to live a life of quality. It is this great appreciation for the blessing that is life that convinces me to dream that the RH Bill, although OBVIOUSLY not a panacea, will strengthen the Filipino family and uphold this sense of responsibility for the future of the next generation.

 When I am asked to kneel and pray the anti-RH  Bill prayer during the Holy Mass, I do kneel and thank God that He has given me the free will to pray my own prayer and the discernment to stand my ground for what I believe is right not only for me but for my country.

We need to give the next generation a fighting chance.

 Pass the RH Bill NOW.

2011.



2011 was a colorful blur. It seriously was. It was a year of parties, cultural trips and eventful career-related drama that didn’t give me the permission to be still. Looking back at the year that was, I can say that it was more than eventful, it was  a year of being bullied into constantly keeping up with what’s happening with my life as well as that of my friends’. It felt like we were a bunch of tributes in our own personal version of Hunger games. It was a celebration of meeting new friends and reconnecting with the old and really reliable ones as we journey and constantly seek that one thing (or one million things, whichever is applicable) that we are passionate about. We weren’t aimless but we were confused.  There were a number of moments where we collectively asked the wonderful one-word question that is, “Why?” and hesitantly moved on. 

Yes. In 2011, we learned to move on.

The running joke that teases 2011 to be a 2012 wannabe may be apt to describe what kept me busy during the year. It really felt like I was out there, trying to do everything I can to try new things, acquire new experiences and indulge in them. That was the perfect word, INDULGE. It was a year of crazy indulgence. If 2011 was to be remembered for something, it was the year that I created an insanely big number of photo albums in Facebook and got me addicted to the lomography effect in Photoshop. It was like I was trying to hold on to every single memory created because it was a year that was worth looking back on.

What characterizes this eventful year will not be the series of major events that transpired because quite frankly, there weren’t a lot of those, but the series of surprisingly unforgettable minor events made special by the company that I had. For this, I am forever thankful.

We had a good run, 2011. You’ve been a bitch, but you’re OUR bitch.



Same Old. Same Ode.




Because what happened is happening,
And I already saw what I’m seeing.
I helplessly felt what I’m feeling.
I’m bound for the same old ending.

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image from Tumblr

The Imagined



"It felt so real.", you ponder. 

Your feeling? Oh, it is real. Sometimes your mind can trick you into believing that you’ve already given everything and done anything to show how much you like a person only to realize that your exhaustion comes not from doing but from mere thinking. 

That after experiencing this imagined but elaborate pseudo-reality where you have allowed yourself to finally free-fall, you open your eyes and remember that you're still alone... or that he was never there. 

It's time to wake up. Enough is enough.


Decluttering Cluttered Thoughts

image from ThingsWeForget

"So just live, make mistakes, and have wonderful times. But never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly, where it is that you are going." - Sex and the City

The Checklist

Last night, my friends and I got into a discussion of how we picture our significant others to be. What would s/he be like? What qualities do we expect them to have that will endear them to us? My answer was simple; he would be someone whom I respect enough to consider his opinion – not exactly to follow what he said but to at least think about my decision in consideration of his stand. That is a big deal for someone who has been making her own decisions for herself all her life. I admittedly cannot change my innate stubbornness anymore, but to have the willingness to consider someone else’s opinion is, at least for me, already a big leap.

Abby told me that my attitude can be quite deceiving. That at first glance or encounter, I would not seem to be intimidating when in reality, I could be quite domineering and controlling. I jokingly declared that this only affirms my inking that I can sometimes be a scheming bitch. Anyway, this whole discussion got me into thinking of how we sometimes allow ourselves to mentally write a checklist of the characteristics of our elusive “The One” not to fully tick every single box but to test who will be worthy enough to make us forget about this checklist.  

We are actually in search of someone who will unknowingly allow us to go beyond our standards because s/he is worth it.

Manifestations of Unconditional Love

Another question that came up was as to how we envision unconditional love as manifested in our everyday interactions. My answer was this, “Unconditional love is someone’s ability to look at me and know that something’s wrong, and without saying a word, taking the time to hug me (preferably from behind) as a silent assurance that everything will be all right and that he will be there to try to protect me.” He will be my constant - the remaining orderly thing in the mess that is my life.

One of my guy friends said that it is easier for women to have an idea of how love is manifested because women are more capable of unconditional love compared to men. I was baffled by this revelation because I have always believed that anyone should be as capable as another in terms of this universal concept that is love. But he explained that with women, it would seem like we are more programmed to love without expecting anything in return. I tried to think about how this has come about and can only come up with one explanation – we are more able to handle loving someone from afar because the society has taught us to not act on our feelings and wait until the man confirms that the feeling is mutual. We are more capable of loving unconditionally because we are able to show our love albeit discreetly without giving away our true feelings.  Society screwed us up.

Sometimes I regret not being able to aggressively pursue the men I like… not that I have not done that in the past, back when I was more carefree and was more ready to feel pain, back when I really had nothing to lose but time. I was fearless because I thought I can afford to lose time. I did not fully understand the concept of time being “of the essence.”


On Being ‘OUT THERE’

"And I'm worried...I, I'm afraid that he took away my ability to believe. And I hate him for that. Because I always believed before. And now I just feel...lost. And I am, I'm trying to put myself out there, but... I feel hopeless." - Sex and the City
“I did not expect you to be a girly girl.” my friend taunted me, when I expressed that at present, I am more inclined to wait it out than actively pursue anyone. I guess it all stems from my evaluation of how I have played the game since time immemorial. Nobody can say that I was not out there because I was, I REALLY was. I have put myself out there, played the part of a journeying romantic, had my heart broken over and over again to find love - only to be stuck in the same place that I was when I started. It has obviously not worked for me. But this is what I have learned – ‘Love has no specific formula and no amount of thinking can ever solve this illogical puzzle.’

But in the end, it will make sense. I need to believe that it will.







Of Self Worth and Being Your Own Number One Fan



“You always act like you don’t deserve to be loved, or even be liked by the other person. Hence, the pep talk.”

It struck a chord in the guitar that is my heart. Looking back at how my (non)romantic life has taken shape through the years, I must say that I have always had very low self esteem in terms of loving and more importantly, in terms of being loved by another. I don’t exactly know when and how it happened, I may have an inkling why, but I always find myself believing that I have fallen for someone out of my league. It may be a question of not knowing my self worth, or the challenge of fully believing in my capability to make someone fall head over heels in love with me, but every time I begin to acknowledge that I might be falling for someone, I get scared.

How can one not be scared, really? Knowing that when you love, you should be able to share yourself to the other with the hope that what you share can be deemed valuable is such an overwhelming thought. If you really know me, you know that when I love, I love with everything I have, sometimes forgetting that pain should not be a constant. What am I trying to make up for?

It could be because I have tried almost every possible way to find love. I have experienced subtle, passive and even full on rejection and sometimes, I am on the verge of believing that I will never find him. I am trying to make up for my wrong choices, my lapses in judgment and the fear that my wounded heart can never be healed again. I am making up for the possibility that I might have emotionally disabled myself.

People can be too hard on themselves. I know I am. I tend to always look inward when something goes wrong and I don’t see anything wrong with it. I think everyone should. I’d like to think that I am always partly responsible, if not fully, for whatever has befallen me up to this point. However, the Facebook timeline reminded me that beyond my failures, I am in a way better place now than where I was months, years or even decades ago.

I have come too far to survive life and there is nothing wrong with accepting that I am worth it, that I deserve to love and be loved in return. If I can commit to being someone’s number one fan, I do not see why no one will find it worthy to make the same commitment to me and for me.  Anything less than “I believe in you.” can no longer be good enough.

During a cab ride home, my friend asked me, “I don’t understand why I can’t seem to find him. I know I have so much to offer.” I didn’t know why, at that time, but now I know.

Maybe it’s not about finding him anymore but about believing that somewhere, someone is also trying to find you. That if with some inexplicable magic, you find yourself bumping into that person, you’ll realize that he recognizes you, because you are what he’s been praying for and dreaming of, too. Maybe it’s about knowing that if someone finally finds you, he is the luckiest person on earth.  

Maybe it’s less about finding someone but more about finding yourself.

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The Honor in Pain

image from ThingsWeForget




“I wake up, feeling nothing. At one point, I was looking forward to seeing him with another woman so I can feel again, but when I did, that thing that I was scared of happened. I felt nothing.” (7 September 2011)


Last night, after a wonderfully challenging Quiz Night in Capricciosa, Greenbelt 3, three of my friends and I opted to end the night with a round of alcohol. Yes, we do one rounds, surprisingly and we are capable of doing a post game analysis of a Quiz Night pretty well, too. Naturally, after what seemed like a never ending round of jokes oozing with sarcasm and a plan to organize THE party of the century, we got into a discussion of our mutual status of WALANG WALA (totally nothing). It all started with a realization of my and another friend’s inability to write again. If you know me, you will understand the frustration that I am feeling for being unable to write anything. I am pretty passionate about capturing raw emotions and writing about them in my blog. I feel that through that exercise, I am able to treasure extraordinary memories so I can look back someday with a contented look in my eyes.

Something must be wrong. A Eunice that does not feel is not the real Eunice. I am able to extract feelings by merely looking at a stupid chair, how can I not feel anything about something?

I have been wondering for the past months about what state I am currently in. I’ve been running around this city and a few cities outside, doing everything and nothing. I go home late, feeling happy about what I have accomplished and drifting to sleep with a smile on my face. Yet, when I wake up, I feel that nagging feeling of emptiness. It’s like I am complete but someone or something has taken away a part of me that I can never get back. Then I get dressed and that fleeting feeling of emptiness disappears, magically and alarmingly.

Then, Kris Aquino dragged me to hell, err reality. While I was preparing to go to work this morning, I was half watching, half deciding what to wear, when Melissa Ricks began to talk about her breakup with her long term non-boyfriend who recently announced that the breakup was mutual only to be refuted by Melissa’s silence when asked to confirm that declaration. Kris said, and I quote, “Boy always tells me that you have to honor your pain.”

CRAP. You have to honor your pain. And just like that, everything became clear. It actually is true. Although the happiness that I feel with the people I spend my time with, I believe, is genuine –and I’d like to think that their happiness is, too… almost all of us are actually in pain. We talk about it, jokingly, sometimes with a hint of wisdom but we never really dwell on them. May it be the pain of not being able to love, to the pain of not being loved back, the pain of doing something that you’d rather not do, the pain of not doing anything, the pain of doing everything and not being recognized for your everything - we all are in different levels and categories of pain.

We are not honoring our pain. We are looking past them, like they are informal settlers being concealed by pretentious colorful walls along a main highway. We know they exist but we’d rather ignore them because honestly, it scares the shit out of us.

I remember writing about living with pain and I said, “One thing I learned about living is that, “Pain is inevitable.” The moment you are able to come to terms with that, you realize that pain, really, is just a wonderful front act. You get hurt, once in a while, with some periods more painful than the others.”

Therefore, I take it back, once in a while, you have to let pain get to you. You have to sometimes honor your pain, dwell on your weakness and allow others to be strong for you, instead. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have anything to look forward to.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again –“Live with pain but don’t live IN it.” Honor your pain so you can honor happiness more. A real victory is not won from beginning to end. A real victory is being hurt, injured, and scarred for most of the battle but emerging as the survivor. A real victory takes away everything from you only to give back everything and so much more.

A real victory honors pain but lives through it so stories may be told and memories may be passed on. A real victory looks at pain through its mocking eyes and says to its face, “I honor you but, bring it on, motherfucker.”


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I Got You


One night, I promised I’d someday write about you, and tonight, I shall keep that promise.

I have an inkling of how you feel. I see in your eyes what I used to see when I look at my reflection in the mirror. I see longing, I see grief, and most importantly, I see a lack of understanding. How can it hurt so much and when did it start to hurt this much?

You don’t know what hit you. One moment, you are busy enjoying your time together and the next, you become aware of what particular things you love about that time. Then, you love.

That isn’t the problem. The problem is that she doesn’t love you back, at least not in the same perspective that you love her.  You swear, no one will ever love her the way that you love her, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough.

If only you can freeze time and hold that scene that constantly haunts your dream. The scene where you held her hand, looked into her eyes and she did not let go – of your hand and of your eyes.

You know that every step that she makes on that fateful day will be one step away from you.

I kept my promise because I am inclined to make another one.

I promise that you will be fine.  It will hurt, it will feel like it can last a lifetime, but it won’t. And you will love again. It is true, nothing will ever compare to her but I assure you that every time you love, it is a love that is incomparable.

In the meantime, I will be there to hold your hand and remind you that someday, everything will be worth it.

I will never let go. I got you. 

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The Dream Sequence




I remember when I was in grade school, I would dream of prom night as some kind of a panacea. I imagined myself to be dramatically transformed into a swan from being the ugly duckling that is my normal self. I’d dream of being asked out to be someone’s date, of slow dancing and of an innocent good night kiss that will become the topic of a month long conversation with my girl friends, making a blow by blow analysis of what transpired that night and of how I was swept off my feet by my date. Then it didn’t happen. I, as a consolation prize, won the In Full Bloom award, affirming my inkling that nobody expected me to be extraordinarily pretty.

So I started dreaming of college – of how I’ll meet a ruggedly handsome artist who will blow me away with his eccentric ideas. I vowed to be fashionably unique, oozing with self confidence that no one would dare question how much of a girlfriend material I was. In my mind, and maybe, in my heart, I knew that if I finally find him, he would have no choice but to acknowledge that I was the one. Then it sort of happened. I found a lot of guys who resembled ‘him’ – the one. Only, they all turned out to be nothing more but segments of my serial dating. Yes, a lot of them were artists, but no, they did not blow me away, except that there might have been a handful who inadvertently tricked me into taking the leap. I fell for the sinfully cliché prototypes – the jock, the artist and the best friend. These fleeting amorous adventures unfolded into open ended romantic comedies that left me with no other choice but to dream again.

Naturally, I dreamt of law school. Because, really, who would not fall in love with someone who can just sit with you the whole day, inside the library, inside the coffee shop, or inside ‘God knows what place’, reading in silence without feeling like it’s been too long since you last talked? I told myself, if I cannot make someone fall in love with me this way, I cannot make someone fall in love with me. And you guessed it right, no one fell (By no one I mean someone whom I cannot seem to find in my heart to fall for and well, that simple and basic definition of no one that is NONE since I was busy falling in love with someone who was busy falling in love with someone else.)

 I became a lawyer and to put it bluntly, for a time, I could not seem to find it in my heart to dream again.

At one point, one would expect me to be broken; licking my badly wounded heart to at least make it beat decently, and perhaps, that could have been the logical expectation. Only, I realized that I need not be logical about love. I still want to dream of magic and madness and everything that comes between logical and stable love and head over heels, ‘ Hell, I will die for you’ love. I guess the only way for the dream to continue is for one to live the dream.

I am living it. I owe it to my puppy-eyed self in grade school, to my ‘I want to be swept off my feet’ self in high school, to my ‘ready when you are’ self in college, to my ‘I want to be still with someone’ self in law school – and most importantly, to my ‘I have been waiting for you all my life’ self when I finally find him. A series of heartbreaks is a minor detail. The major detail is this: LOVE IS WORTH IT.

No matter how long it takes. No matter how hard it gets.  I am ready.

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I Write.

I could be writing this for you. I remember how I looked at you from afar with a stare that could make the hardest and most stubborn of metals melt, only to look away during that split second that allows our eyes to meet.

 I see you, clearly, you never see me.

There are times when I would allow my mind and my heart to wander into the possibility that is you and me… where your hand will not only hold mine but will keep it entwined with yours. Where you will keep me still through a grip that says it all -

"I will never let go."

We say a lot of words but we never really talk. Words come easy, and there are nights that seem to go on forever. Topic after topic, we wonder and wander through silly things, deeper things, but never through our feelings. I dream of you, not the teeny-bopper daydreaming. It's the kind that pierces through my heart that not only skips a beat but stops when confronted with the possibility that it’s you. It could be you.

And then there’s that problem, it’s so minute that I tend to purposely forget. We are nearing the end, way before we even start.

I could be writing this for you… If only you will stay or at least say, or promise me that fateful day When I don’t have to perpetually weigh.

 I am writing this for you.

For everything that’s been left unsaid, for sweet-nothings that have become everything, for silly non-fights, and childish banters… for future goodbyes and occasional bittersweet hi’s. For everything that we shared, for emotions we couldn’t share, for the fun times and for the awkward times…

Don’t just not forget but remember, I wrote this for you.

Just so I can remember… that this could be a prelude to never or forever.

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