I found a new addiction… riding electric tricycles from Market Market to Bonifacio Highstreet. It’s a great experience, more like riding a modern calesa. I have one little idiosyncracy though, I ride at the back. While everyone’s trying to ride it the traditional way, I always seem to find myself riding alone at the back of the trike. I was, for a few days, wondering why I like doing it… then, in one of those eureka moments, one of those “aha-now-i-know-why” moments while I was once again smoking my first stick of the day on my way to my newfound home in Highstreet, it hit me why. Riding the electric trike like I want it is similar to how I live my life. I walk away but I linger. I want to be able to walk away without completely turning my back on that thing I am walking away from. I walk away but I try to bring with me the memories, I want to be able to look at these things from afar, remembering what I did, why I did it and who I did it with. The IT being anything that I’ve tried out at least once in my life, that “it” being something that at one point made me so happy and at one point, made me almost tap out from the unbelievably torturous pain.
I don’t like fleeting things, contrary to popular belief. I can easily move on, I can easily walk away, but these things are disappointingly not fleeting, they’re stubbornly permanent. These are things that I know have forever changed the way I looked at things., the way I feel things, the way I handle things. To walk away is the easy part, especially if life or fate have their own way of compelling me to finally leave, the hardest part is to not linger, to not try to hold on to the things that are still there but should be walked away from. The hardest part is to deal with the memories. I’m masochistic that way, I keep everything, not only in my heart but in my brain, in my room, in the now dusty corner of my shelves. Everything’s just a few steps away from me, may it be a journal that witnessed how I cried millions of tears for something that seems too mundane now or the already withered petals stuck in between pages that symbolized a chapter that needs to be forgotten but will never be.
So, that was my realization for today. I don’t turn around and walk away, I walk backwards. It could be because I’m holding on to my optimism, or because I just can’t let go or I don’t want to let go. It’s fun and emotionally tiring at the same time. But I like it that way, in the same way that I predict to be hooked in my electric trike addiction for a long time, until the bar perhaps. Until I need to walk away and find a new addiction. I refuse to make life pass me by, I will look at it straight in the eyes and say, I’m moving on bitch, the past looks smaller and smaller each second, and I love it.
ATM
ANTI-TORPE MOVEMENT
Naisip ko lang, since ang dami naman nagsasabi na guys like to play games and since a lot of the girls I know are tired of the same old, “Could he be too shy to ask me out?” conversations, panahon na para magkaron tayo ng mga pambawing hirit sa mga parinig ng mga pa-fall na guys. At least din a natin masasabi na pa-victim tayo. I mean, kung makikipaglaro tayo, might as well make it a good game diba? What better way to make it a challenging one but to push it to the limit, un tipong pag ito di pa nya sinagot ng maayos, malamang di talaga nya ako gusto… Ito lang naman ang mga suggestions ko. (Feeling ko applicable din ito sa mga guys e, kasi girls naman are not less guilty sa mga ganitong hirit.)
1. Nagte-text ng quote in the guise of a message na sinend sa lahat with the hope na magreply ang object of affection.
Solution: Reply by saying, “Kung ang perang ginastos mo sa pagu-unlitxt ay pinantawag mo na lang sakin, di mo na sana kailangan maghintay ng reply ko. HEHE” (importante yung HEHE)
2. The guy goes, “I want to go out… I just can’t seem to find the right girl. Why?”
Solution: I don't knoe, I ’m always right… And well, I’m a girl. (insert laughter)
3. The guy goes, “I want to go to ____, but no one wants to go with me.
Solution: I’m NO ONE. (insert flirting fiasco smile)
4. The guy goes, “I want to watch ____.”
Solution: Ok. Let’s watch it. (insert the “Why? We’re friends, right?” Look)
5. The guy goes, “I’m going out on a date with this girl... but I’m not sure if I should go.”
Solution: You shouldn’t. (use your poker face) If he asks, “Why?”, do the “looking at him from under your eyelashes” thing, smile and say, “You know why.”
6. He goes, “I usually like (insert description that totally doesn’t fit you)
Solution: Then maybe you should stop liking the general rule and start going for the exception. (res ipsa loquitur)
7. He goes, “My ex… (insert really sweet story)
Solution: (faraway look) Past, present… I wonder which matters more.
8. He goes, “Dude. (insert whatever)
Solution: I see that we have decided on our terms of endearment. (paluin sya ng mahina sabay takbo sa washroom)
9. He goes, “So I went out on a date yesterday. It was great.”
Solution: Then why are you here? (silence) I mean, you should be with her, alam mo na. Follow through.
10. He goes, “I don’t know if I’m ready to go out again…”
Solution: (do the what-the-fuck hand movement) Demmit. This isn’t a date? (innocent smile)
This is at the risk of being dubbed as feelingero at feelingera at well, desperate. Pero at least the absurdity of thinking about the other person can stop di ba? I mean, isn’t it more absurd to talk about something that isn’t really "happening" with your friends and spending a lot of time analyzing. At least pag ginawa mo ‘to, simple lang yan.. Either ge-game time na kayo o mare-realize mo na, “He’s just not that into you.” Suggestion ko lang naman kasi uhmm, paulit-ulit lang ang mga sitwasyon e. Down with paranoia and stupidity na ito mga girlfriends! HEHE. (see? The hehe makes a big difference!) Steady lang. Para sa mga nagba-bar, WAG NYO GAWIN. Mahirap na. haha.
Magdagdag na lang kayo ng suggestions nyo. Antok na ako.
Naisip ko lang, since ang dami naman nagsasabi na guys like to play games and since a lot of the girls I know are tired of the same old, “Could he be too shy to ask me out?” conversations, panahon na para magkaron tayo ng mga pambawing hirit sa mga parinig ng mga pa-fall na guys. At least din a natin masasabi na pa-victim tayo. I mean, kung makikipaglaro tayo, might as well make it a good game diba? What better way to make it a challenging one but to push it to the limit, un tipong pag ito di pa nya sinagot ng maayos, malamang di talaga nya ako gusto… Ito lang naman ang mga suggestions ko. (Feeling ko applicable din ito sa mga guys e, kasi girls naman are not less guilty sa mga ganitong hirit.)
1. Nagte-text ng quote in the guise of a message na sinend sa lahat with the hope na magreply ang object of affection.
Solution: Reply by saying, “Kung ang perang ginastos mo sa pagu-unlitxt ay pinantawag mo na lang sakin, di mo na sana kailangan maghintay ng reply ko. HEHE” (importante yung HEHE)
2. The guy goes, “I want to go out… I just can’t seem to find the right girl. Why?”
Solution: I don't knoe, I ’m always right… And well, I’m a girl. (insert laughter)
3. The guy goes, “I want to go to ____, but no one wants to go with me.
Solution: I’m NO ONE. (insert flirting fiasco smile)
4. The guy goes, “I want to watch ____.”
Solution: Ok. Let’s watch it. (insert the “Why? We’re friends, right?” Look)
5. The guy goes, “I’m going out on a date with this girl... but I’m not sure if I should go.”
Solution: You shouldn’t. (use your poker face) If he asks, “Why?”, do the “looking at him from under your eyelashes” thing, smile and say, “You know why.”
6. He goes, “I usually like (insert description that totally doesn’t fit you)
Solution: Then maybe you should stop liking the general rule and start going for the exception. (res ipsa loquitur)
7. He goes, “My ex… (insert really sweet story)
Solution: (faraway look) Past, present… I wonder which matters more.
8. He goes, “Dude. (insert whatever)
Solution: I see that we have decided on our terms of endearment. (paluin sya ng mahina sabay takbo sa washroom)
9. He goes, “So I went out on a date yesterday. It was great.”
Solution: Then why are you here? (silence) I mean, you should be with her, alam mo na. Follow through.
10. He goes, “I don’t know if I’m ready to go out again…”
Solution: (do the what-the-fuck hand movement) Demmit. This isn’t a date? (innocent smile)
This is at the risk of being dubbed as feelingero at feelingera at well, desperate. Pero at least the absurdity of thinking about the other person can stop di ba? I mean, isn’t it more absurd to talk about something that isn’t really "happening" with your friends and spending a lot of time analyzing. At least pag ginawa mo ‘to, simple lang yan.. Either ge-game time na kayo o mare-realize mo na, “He’s just not that into you.” Suggestion ko lang naman kasi uhmm, paulit-ulit lang ang mga sitwasyon e. Down with paranoia and stupidity na ito mga girlfriends! HEHE. (see? The hehe makes a big difference!) Steady lang. Para sa mga nagba-bar, WAG NYO GAWIN. Mahirap na. haha.
Magdagdag na lang kayo ng suggestions nyo. Antok na ako.
When People Act Like They Are Stupid
(Para sa lahat ng mga tao na may issues ngayon, para sa inyo ito… sabay-sabay na! haha)
We almost always don’t say what we really mean and they, most often than not, never get it… we all end up disappointed with a little less faith in finally finding the one. The thing is, a lot of times, we don’t know what we want, even if what we want is staring at us with a neon sign that states the most obvious, “I am the one.” We go out with people thinking that maybe, just maybe, things’ll turn out great, or at least sufficient to let us get by, but it never is. Why? Because we’re adorably stupid that way. #DearYou, We have always been taught to look for some prototype: the artist, the gorgeous, the dreamer, the "one". We have made ourselves believe that anything outside of that imagined box of expectations and standards is just not it. It cannot be IT. Yet, if we only acknowlege that the box does not need exist, or that we don’t even have to go outside of that box to take a peek at what this teeny-tiny window of possibilities can offer, then we can calmly watch everything unfold... right before our very eyes. How many times have we uttered these words about our friends? “If only they’d realize that they’re perfect for each other, then they will finally be able to stop blogging all those words of melancholy that just affects us, then they will stop talking about each other behind each other’s backs with the look that says, ‘Why can’t he/she see me the way I say him/her?”
We see it happen daily, the girl talks about the guy, with reservations, because well, they’re just friends… the guy is in love with someone else, or he just isn’t being clear about what he feels for her. We have spent hours, days, months and a lot of fucking years discussing and trying to figure out, WHERE HAVE WE GONE WRONG? I know where… you waited. And of course, the guy, he doesn’t talk about the girl with his friends, he’s worse, he spends a lot of time with the girl... flirts with her a bit, once in a while, he would be really sweet and then he takes it away by not showing up in one of those “casual dates” that they “casually” set. It all turns sour and uhmm, the guy just doesn’t know why. I KNOW WHY… You waited too. Then the guy and the girl goes on with the same old dance, they hang out, they continue to be friends, and at the back of their minds they know. They CAN’T NOT KNOW.
Men and women act stupid ALL THE TIME. That is just how life goes. If only, instead of waiting, they smiled and said,” I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.“, then things won’t be so fucked up anymore. We all know them, heck, we are them. It’s funny, really. Painfully funny. So, we laugh - the kind of laugh that tries to say it all… And smoke - like it’s the last time you can breathe and and allow yourself to free fall.
We almost always don’t say what we really mean and they, most often than not, never get it… we all end up disappointed with a little less faith in finally finding the one. The thing is, a lot of times, we don’t know what we want, even if what we want is staring at us with a neon sign that states the most obvious, “I am the one.” We go out with people thinking that maybe, just maybe, things’ll turn out great, or at least sufficient to let us get by, but it never is. Why? Because we’re adorably stupid that way. #DearYou, We have always been taught to look for some prototype: the artist, the gorgeous, the dreamer, the "one". We have made ourselves believe that anything outside of that imagined box of expectations and standards is just not it. It cannot be IT. Yet, if we only acknowlege that the box does not need exist, or that we don’t even have to go outside of that box to take a peek at what this teeny-tiny window of possibilities can offer, then we can calmly watch everything unfold... right before our very eyes. How many times have we uttered these words about our friends? “If only they’d realize that they’re perfect for each other, then they will finally be able to stop blogging all those words of melancholy that just affects us, then they will stop talking about each other behind each other’s backs with the look that says, ‘Why can’t he/she see me the way I say him/her?”
We see it happen daily, the girl talks about the guy, with reservations, because well, they’re just friends… the guy is in love with someone else, or he just isn’t being clear about what he feels for her. We have spent hours, days, months and a lot of fucking years discussing and trying to figure out, WHERE HAVE WE GONE WRONG? I know where… you waited. And of course, the guy, he doesn’t talk about the girl with his friends, he’s worse, he spends a lot of time with the girl... flirts with her a bit, once in a while, he would be really sweet and then he takes it away by not showing up in one of those “casual dates” that they “casually” set. It all turns sour and uhmm, the guy just doesn’t know why. I KNOW WHY… You waited too. Then the guy and the girl goes on with the same old dance, they hang out, they continue to be friends, and at the back of their minds they know. They CAN’T NOT KNOW.
Men and women act stupid ALL THE TIME. That is just how life goes. If only, instead of waiting, they smiled and said,” I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.“, then things won’t be so fucked up anymore. We all know them, heck, we are them. It’s funny, really. Painfully funny. So, we laugh - the kind of laugh that tries to say it all… And smoke - like it’s the last time you can breathe and and allow yourself to free fall.
Last Night, I Started to Dream Again...
“Throw away the chains, let love fly away… Until love comes again, I’ll be ok.”
- I’ll Be Ok, Amanda Marshall
Last night, I started to dream again.
In my dream, there were no promises,
but an infinitely many possibilities.
I can clearly remember you, how you secretly looked at me with a hidden message that says, “I am glad I finally found you. “
Last night, I started to dream again - and when I woke up, through your dreams I told you, “Thank you. I’m glad I found you, too.”
-"The Dream Sequence"
@legallyblunt
1 June 2009
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Love Letter no. _______.
To You Who Haven't Come,
I have always wondered how we’ll meet or how we’ve met. Will it be like a scene from one of those sappy romantic comedies? Will it be like any other meeting that I constantly have? Will I make you laugh? Will you make me laugh? Did I get your attention, did you already get mine? I still picture you to be someone with the perfect smile, a smile that’s genuine, infectious and well, charming.
I don’t know how you look like, I don’t know how you want your coffee, I don’t know the way you dress, but I am sure I’ll recognize that smile. It has always been about the smile, I guess. The one whom I thought was you could make my heart melt with just a semblance of a half-smile. The one whom I thought was you made me dream of his smile, made me want to joke around just so I can get a glimpse of what heaven must look like. I don’t know why, but I just know. Your smile will give away your soul. It will be the kind of smile that will not only be inviting but comforting. A smile that not only escapes your lips but also adoringly affects your eyes, your cheeks and my heart.
I have always wondered how we’ll meet. And I look forward to smiles that are infinitely many. I look forward to smiles that will sufficiently replace words. Most importantly, I look forward to smiling back at you. To love is to find a million reasons to smile, no matter how happy or difficult things might be.
Smiling back,
Me
I have always wondered how we’ll meet or how we’ve met. Will it be like a scene from one of those sappy romantic comedies? Will it be like any other meeting that I constantly have? Will I make you laugh? Will you make me laugh? Did I get your attention, did you already get mine? I still picture you to be someone with the perfect smile, a smile that’s genuine, infectious and well, charming.
I don’t know how you look like, I don’t know how you want your coffee, I don’t know the way you dress, but I am sure I’ll recognize that smile. It has always been about the smile, I guess. The one whom I thought was you could make my heart melt with just a semblance of a half-smile. The one whom I thought was you made me dream of his smile, made me want to joke around just so I can get a glimpse of what heaven must look like. I don’t know why, but I just know. Your smile will give away your soul. It will be the kind of smile that will not only be inviting but comforting. A smile that not only escapes your lips but also adoringly affects your eyes, your cheeks and my heart.
I have always wondered how we’ll meet. And I look forward to smiles that are infinitely many. I look forward to smiles that will sufficiently replace words. Most importantly, I look forward to smiling back at you. To love is to find a million reasons to smile, no matter how happy or difficult things might be.
Smiling back,
Me
The Shift to My 25th
I am now officially 25 years old, another year ended and so another year shall start. My year 24 was quite difficult issues-wise. It wasn’t even about love, it was about responsibilities, friendships, my family and everything that’s a level higher than falling in love and getting hurt in the process. There were a lot of times when I felt like I was at my happiest, but it sure wasn’t without moments when I felt like I was at my lowest. A lot of tears have been shed, a lot of words have been haphazardly exchanged, a lot feelings were unconsciously manifested and a lot of past issues have resurfaced. My 24th year stuck with the usual formula of what a Eunice Monsod year must be like, difficult but interesting. I was never in the boring side of things. Of course looking back, the most vivid of memories was the day I found out that I was officially graduating. My senior year in the law school was great but knowing that I was on my way out was legen… wait for it… dary! It was the main issue baby! Then there was that obiter dictum that was my short-lived affair to remember. Some things went right, some things went wrong… at times there was love, at times there was the hope of finding love.
So it has come to this, I am in my quarter life, in the words of Dial, “1/4 ka na ng 100!.” That is of course without hope that I’ll live that long but knowing that I am on my way to experiencing the (hopefully) better years of my life make me smile and get teary-eyed. Yes they will be better, because what is life without that possibility of improvement and of achieving new things right? There is nothing like a life that is difficult but well-lived. Yes I have issues, not the high school issues that we usually brush off, real mature issues that are too challenging even to someone who has gone to hell and back and back and back… if I could shield the people I love from feeling helpless, from feeling disappointed and from feeling that they are doing things wrongly, I will. Yet, these are the things that inspire me to reach not for the nearest star but for the farthest but most magnificent of them all.
I cannot say that I have lived my life quite perfectly, but who has? I don’t aim for perfection, I aim for progress. I am in my 25th, with, regrettably, a lot of mishaps unflawlessly resolved. I made a number of bad decisions in my 24th, but I have gotten passed them, maybe not with flying colors but with rejuvenated vigor that only pain can bring out in me.
I am in this battle, maybe handicapped but not disabled and unable. I am in this battle, bruised but not waiting around to be saved. I am in this battle, alone but not lonely… In the words of Richard Fish, We all are alone anyway, it’s just easier to take in a relationship. I don’t care how long it takes, but I will be someone someday. Heck, I already am someone, now. As for that Carrie Bradshaw / Ally McBeal in me, go on girl… Maybe I have already found my Mr. Big, or maybe I have moved on from my Billy, but I am my own Carrie, I am my own Ally, I am Eunice. I am fabulous. :p
Happy Birthday to Me… but why am I celebrating something that happened 25 years ago? Happy living to me! Because my life starts everyday… and it ends when I say so. The operative word is Happy. Happy. Happy. I already am. To be Happier, that’s the plan.
So it has come to this, I am in my quarter life, in the words of Dial, “1/4 ka na ng 100!.” That is of course without hope that I’ll live that long but knowing that I am on my way to experiencing the (hopefully) better years of my life make me smile and get teary-eyed. Yes they will be better, because what is life without that possibility of improvement and of achieving new things right? There is nothing like a life that is difficult but well-lived. Yes I have issues, not the high school issues that we usually brush off, real mature issues that are too challenging even to someone who has gone to hell and back and back and back… if I could shield the people I love from feeling helpless, from feeling disappointed and from feeling that they are doing things wrongly, I will. Yet, these are the things that inspire me to reach not for the nearest star but for the farthest but most magnificent of them all.
I cannot say that I have lived my life quite perfectly, but who has? I don’t aim for perfection, I aim for progress. I am in my 25th, with, regrettably, a lot of mishaps unflawlessly resolved. I made a number of bad decisions in my 24th, but I have gotten passed them, maybe not with flying colors but with rejuvenated vigor that only pain can bring out in me.
I am in this battle, maybe handicapped but not disabled and unable. I am in this battle, bruised but not waiting around to be saved. I am in this battle, alone but not lonely… In the words of Richard Fish, We all are alone anyway, it’s just easier to take in a relationship. I don’t care how long it takes, but I will be someone someday. Heck, I already am someone, now. As for that Carrie Bradshaw / Ally McBeal in me, go on girl… Maybe I have already found my Mr. Big, or maybe I have moved on from my Billy, but I am my own Carrie, I am my own Ally, I am Eunice. I am fabulous. :p
Happy Birthday to Me… but why am I celebrating something that happened 25 years ago? Happy living to me! Because my life starts everyday… and it ends when I say so. The operative word is Happy. Happy. Happy. I already am. To be Happier, that’s the plan.
YOU KNOW what I MEAN (The Pacquiao-Hatton Fight.. err, Sleepover)
Ewan ko sa'yo Hatton, at mas malaking EWAN KO sayo MAYWEATHER Sr. You're better than Roach" YEAH, in the Ho-hum department!
Anyway, the fun part was Pacuiao's new obsession with the phrase, "I mean..." There really wasn't much to explain about what he meant, the bottomline is.. Pacquiao kicked Hatton's sorry ass if YOU KNOW what I MEAN. :p
Mayweather, please please give us a way better fight! At least reach the 3rd round or uhmm, fight or something.
Anyway, the fun part was Pacuiao's new obsession with the phrase, "I mean..." There really wasn't much to explain about what he meant, the bottomline is.. Pacquiao kicked Hatton's sorry ass if YOU KNOW what I MEAN. :p
Mayweather, please please give us a way better fight! At least reach the 3rd round or uhmm, fight or something.
Because HE Exists and It Must Never Be Forgotten...
Today was just a day of miracles and a lot of thank you's that are needed to be said.
On our way home from Bulacan, our car stopped without warning while we were going up the fly-over. Yes, my mom was crying of fear, me and my sibs were left with no choice but to try to push our cars up that damn flyover, notwithstanding the danger of being crushed by fast cars and BUSES with drivers who had no idea a stopped van will be in front of them in a few seconds. It was a test of faith indeed. Then, as i was telling God to please save me and my family, the car behind us stopped and without hesitation, the driver and a few of his passengers helped us.
They didn't have to do that, they put their lives in danger for us too. They were strangers. I knew, right there and then, God protected us. We could've stopped in NLEX where it was more dangerous and well, farther from home. But GOD thought we shouldn't. We could've been easily hit by the buses and cars. But God touhhg we shouldnt .We couldn't have gotten help from strangers. But GOD thought we should.
We all tend to forget how powerful and merciful he is when we go on live our lives without much of a hassle.We know HE exists, but more often than not, we forget. Today was and will always be a testimony of how good GOD is.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you selfless strangers whom we weren't able to thank properly because we couldnt stop until gravity brought us down and into a nearby gas station. Yes, it was quite a ride. We looked back and the strangers left already, without asking for anything in return.
Thank you nameless gasoline truck mechanic who didn't accept the money that we wanted to give him for fixing our car.
Thank you.
It pays to have faith in people and more importantly, in God... because at that exact moment of hopelessness and despair, help comes, in the most amazing of packages.
On our way home from Bulacan, our car stopped without warning while we were going up the fly-over. Yes, my mom was crying of fear, me and my sibs were left with no choice but to try to push our cars up that damn flyover, notwithstanding the danger of being crushed by fast cars and BUSES with drivers who had no idea a stopped van will be in front of them in a few seconds. It was a test of faith indeed. Then, as i was telling God to please save me and my family, the car behind us stopped and without hesitation, the driver and a few of his passengers helped us.
They didn't have to do that, they put their lives in danger for us too. They were strangers. I knew, right there and then, God protected us. We could've stopped in NLEX where it was more dangerous and well, farther from home. But GOD thought we shouldn't. We could've been easily hit by the buses and cars. But God touhhg we shouldnt .We couldn't have gotten help from strangers. But GOD thought we should.
We all tend to forget how powerful and merciful he is when we go on live our lives without much of a hassle.We know HE exists, but more often than not, we forget. Today was and will always be a testimony of how good GOD is.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you selfless strangers whom we weren't able to thank properly because we couldnt stop until gravity brought us down and into a nearby gas station. Yes, it was quite a ride. We looked back and the strangers left already, without asking for anything in return.
Thank you nameless gasoline truck mechanic who didn't accept the money that we wanted to give him for fixing our car.
Thank you.
It pays to have faith in people and more importantly, in God... because at that exact moment of hopelessness and despair, help comes, in the most amazing of packages.
A Letter to My Blue Rose
I have almost given you
through the years,
you sad blue thing.
Almost.
Petal by petal,
You withered
Into a portrait
Of my life.
Your thorns
Pricked my heart
Aggressively,
without sympathy
nor hesitation.
Your stem remained
In my shaking hand
which refused to let go
until its grip was loosened
by the tears that you left
flowing from my eyes
that were once
sparkling with glee.
My eyes remained
Fixated on you.
On the me that was
Left behind by not a few
I have almost given you
through the years,
you sad blue thing.
Almost.
But for now, I shall keep you,
along with the names
that I once engraved
inside my heart.
Until the right
time comes.
Until the right
person
Comes.
Un
til.
Of Broken Hearts and Everything that Comes with Love
“I’m used to getting dumped. It’s not pain I’m feeling right now, it’s nostalgia.”
-Ally McBeal
When you earn nothing but pain from a relationship that at one point made you believe, you tend to forget your worth. You tend to blame yourself for the situation that you got yourself in. You forget that above all, you have loved and that you should be proud of yourself for taking the most difficult of leaps. It is not uncommon to see people drown themselves in sorrow because of failed relationships. We have all been there, or at least played the part of the listening ear for someone who is suffering. You can’t help but feel hatred for the person who caused you or your friend so much pain, you couldn’t help but think that if someone who claims to love can hurt another who has accepted that love, how can you keep the faith?
I’ve said it time and time again, what’s most important is that you have loved. It is the most wonderful of feelings, it is one of the best risks that one can take in a life that not only celebrates love but puts it on a pedestal. Yes, it may bring pain, or worse, regret… but why regret something that at one point gave you something to wake up for? Why regret committing a mistake if that mistake paved that way for you to be more human? Why regret pain when it is only in pain that you find yourself vowing that it will be better the next time? Maybe it won’t be better, but you will be better.
A broken heart is a heart that will be more susceptible to feeling more love the next time. A broken heart is a heart that has experienced something that is worth experiencing. A broken heart is a heart that through time, will heal or will be encompassed by another heart that may also be broken but is capable of merging the past pains and creating something beautiful and new out of it. A broken heart is still a heart that beats, not with ease but with a goal.
Sadness is a prelude to more happiness. It is the introduction, the best part is yet to come. So smile, don’t look back, don’t regret, just look forward to tomorrow. You may feel shitty today, but you’ll get rid of all the crap and will be ready for a new adventure. Anyway, if it doesn’t work out, you have your friends, your bottles of beer and well, your stories… isn’t it a life worth living?
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Para sa’yo ‘to. Kaya mo yan.
Stepping-Stoners’ Act
An act to reinforce the policies of justice and fair play and establish a higher standard of protection and promotion of the welfare of selfless persons, their families and normal people in distress through the penalizing of acts of step-stoning and for other purposes.
SEC. 1. SHORT TITLE. - This act shall be known and cited as the " Stepping-stoners’ Act of 2009.”
SEC. 2. DECLARATION OF POLICIES—
(a) The State shall promote a just and dynamic social order that will ensure the prosperity and independence of the nation and free the people from crab mentality through policies that provide adequate penal sanctions for step-stoning acts, promote full disclosure, a rising standard of living, and an improved quality of life for all. Towards this end the state shall provide adequate aid in hedging the risks of our selfless persons through the compulsion of stepping-stoners to disclose their true acts and intentions.
(b) In pursuit of the promotion of social justice that shall include the commitment to create economic opportunities based on freedom of initiative and self-reliance, this law shall be implemented with the goal of aiding selfless and gullible persons in their subsistence, and equal opportunities.
SEC. 3. DEFINITIONS. - For purposes of this Act:
(a) "Stepping-stoner" refers to a person who is to be engaged, is engaged or has been engaged in an undisclosed activity in a state of which he or she is able to deceive normal persons into believing that he/she is in equal footing with them with regard to preparation and knowledge.
(b) A person "to be engaged in an undisclosed activity" refers to person who has promised or assured another and acting on such promise or assurance the other person sustains damage and/or injury.
(c) Academic step-stoning refers to acts, whether intentional or through negligence, of another aimed to make another believe that he/she has not yet prepared for an exam/recitation when in fact, he/she has adequately prepared for such.
(d) Non-academic step-stoning refers to acts, whether intentional or through negligence, of another aimed to make another believe that he/she has not yet prepared for any non-academic activity, when in fact, he/she has adequately prepared for such.
(e) Stepping-stone damage refers to the injury caused by the abovementioned acts to another, as a result of misinformation.
SECTION 4. Definition – For purposes of this act, all persons are ordered to prohibit from committing step-stoning acts.
SECTION 5. Who may avail – The following are qualified to file a suit based on this act:
a) Offended Party
b) Spouse of the Offended Party
c) Ascendants, Descendants and Relatives within the 2nd degree (by affinity or consanguinity)
SECTION 6. Prohibited Acts –
1. Relaying untrue information as to how far he/she has gone in his/her review.
2. Allowing another to believe that they are on equal footing with regard to preparation for and knowledge of a certain subject. (Intentional Step-stoning)
3. Smoking in front of a person who is studying. This will constitute passive (negligent) stepping-stoning.
4. Mere hanging out with a person who is studying, hanging out includes drinking, smoking, chatting, and analogous acts. (Passive)
5. Other analogous Circumstances.
Section 7. Penal Provision -Violations of this law shall make the principal, accomplices and accessories liable for damages and may be a possible ground for the revocation of one’s certificate to have a SOCIAL LIFE, a LOVE LIFE, and a FINANCIALLY-STABLE LIFE. This is a non-bailable offense.
Sec. 8. Separability Clause. — If any provision of this Act is declared unconstitutional, this law does not care.
Sec. 9. Applicability of Laws. — The provisions of other laws, insofar as they are applicable and not in conflict with any provision of this Act, shall apply to persons affected pursuant to this Act.
Sec. 10. Effectivity Clause. — This Act shall take effect RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.
(sgd.)
EUNICE MONSOD
EUNICE MONSOD
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