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Saturday, February 6, 2010
Chine Engrish!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Six Wives Of Henry Lefay
HAHAHAHAH!!
Truly hilarious especially the first parts...
http://www.wisevid.com/play?v=1t_f3A99-99c
(A grieving daughter tries to arrange her father's funeral, while putting up with all of his ex-wives.)
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Life in Photos
There are still to life outside your own comfort zones. In fact, simple things mostly taken for granted surprisingly bring joy to each one of us. We just have to learn to appreciate them...
Family...Real Friends...Children's hugs and kisses...Blue or grey skies...Twinkling or fading lights of the metropolis... Take time to look around you; see and experience it yourself.
Life can be uncomplicated.
Learn to appreciate and love the people and things around you.
Friday, November 20, 2009
"Marry me, Bella" ~ Edward Cullen, New Moon (My Review)
(I decided to post first this review before my birthday post which has to be edited and modified first).
"Marry me, Bella." That's the final scene of the New Moon movie which we saw at its premier last night. Kinda frustrating. Edward face was very dazzling as he say those words to Bella, who had this shocked expression. The condition Edward proposed to her if Bella wanted him to be the one to change her into a vampire. And it left moviegoers hanging on to what comes next. Too much of a good stuff I guess because it makes people anticipate further the next sequel: Eclipse.
New Moon is my least liked book of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight saga because there were lots of sad parts and I hate sadness but I was really looking forward to the Twilight sequel so I made sure (and really excited ) to see the movie.
I was 28th in queue and made sure I counted and hey, I told my companion 8 is my lucky number. Must be a good sign hehehe because being invited to the premier was lucky enough whoop! We were very impatient inside because we waited before the movie started at the Cinema 3 of the Promenade. They had a pre screening program and some participants ended up sitting on provided monoblock chairs.
The first scene on the book where Bella saw her grandma which turned out to be herself was depicted very, very realistically as what it was described on the book. It brought out the anxiety of Bella over aging while Edward remained immortally young.
The birthday scene showed the first action scenes: two vampires shoving each other and smashing at things. It looked cool and also the vampires looked really thirsty for Bella's blood which oozed after Edward slammed her.
I don't really liked the scene after where Bella asked for a kiss from Edward. Kristen looked smug and Robbie looked OA in there. What compensated for that lame scene was the break-up scene after which was tastefully done. Kristen really looked lost and Robbie played the part of cold, uncaring vampire who wanted to leave Bella. What touched me the most was when Bella stumbled upon the woods for hours, calling upon Edward seemingly lost and just hunched there until one of the werewolves found her. Her depiction of her depression was very touching, very realistic. So was Taylor Lautner's portrayal of a devoting friend for her.
The werwolves transformation was superbly done as well. They looked huge and the russet colored wolf Jacob was as correctly described at the book. I'm loving also how the turned adrenalin junkie Bella jumped off the cliff for her first ever cliff diving.
My most favorite part was the shots taken at Italy. The weather was sunny and Alice's yellow Porsche zoomed at the scenic green scenery and crisscrossing on, climbing on steep streets to where Edward was suppose to expose himself to the throngs of festival goers. Even the red robes festival of St. Marcus was carefully depicted the littlest details portrayed as per the book. Even Bella's compounding of Aro and Jane was a delight to watch. Well, the movie just added the fight scene between Felix and Edward which wasn't on the book but it was done well.
Overall, the movie exceeded my expectation and would love to repeat watching it for at least 10 times heheheh. Kudos to the director who artistically and almost accurately tapered each important scenes.
I was 28th in queue and made sure I counted and hey, I told my companion 8 is my lucky number. Must be a good sign hehehe because being invited to the premier was lucky enough whoop! We were very impatient inside because we waited before the movie started at the Cinema 3 of the Promenade. They had a pre screening program and some participants ended up sitting on provided monoblock chairs.
The first scene on the book where Bella saw her grandma which turned out to be herself was depicted very, very realistically as what it was described on the book. It brought out the anxiety of Bella over aging while Edward remained immortally young.
The birthday scene showed the first action scenes: two vampires shoving each other and smashing at things. It looked cool and also the vampires looked really thirsty for Bella's blood which oozed after Edward slammed her.
I don't really liked the scene after where Bella asked for a kiss from Edward. Kristen looked smug and Robbie looked OA in there. What compensated for that lame scene was the break-up scene after which was tastefully done. Kristen really looked lost and Robbie played the part of cold, uncaring vampire who wanted to leave Bella. What touched me the most was when Bella stumbled upon the woods for hours, calling upon Edward seemingly lost and just hunched there until one of the werewolves found her. Her depiction of her depression was very touching, very realistic. So was Taylor Lautner's portrayal of a devoting friend for her.
The werwolves transformation was superbly done as well. They looked huge and the russet colored wolf Jacob was as correctly described at the book. I'm loving also how the turned adrenalin junkie Bella jumped off the cliff for her first ever cliff diving.
My most favorite part was the shots taken at Italy. The weather was sunny and Alice's yellow Porsche zoomed at the scenic green scenery and crisscrossing on, climbing on steep streets to where Edward was suppose to expose himself to the throngs of festival goers. Even the red robes festival of St. Marcus was carefully depicted the littlest details portrayed as per the book. Even Bella's compounding of Aro and Jane was a delight to watch. Well, the movie just added the fight scene between Felix and Edward which wasn't on the book but it was done well.
Overall, the movie exceeded my expectation and would love to repeat watching it for at least 10 times heheheh. Kudos to the director who artistically and almost accurately tapered each important scenes.
Friday, September 18, 2009
The Three Trees
Wanted to share this special story with you.... Like a lot of things in life, it's much easier said than done but this is where faith and perseverance comes in.
Once there were three trees on a hill in a woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."
Then the second tree said "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."
Finally the third tree said. "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me.."
After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter." and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.
At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.
When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsman said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one" and he cut it down.
When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.
The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and women came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.
Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the king of kings in it's boat.
Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.
The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.
Once there were three trees on a hill in a woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."
Then the second tree said "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."
Finally the third tree said. "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me.."
After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter." and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.
At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.
When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsman said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one" and he cut it down.
When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark.
The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then one day, a man and women came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.
Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the king of kings in it's boat.
Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.
The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Picking Up The Pieces (Part 2)
Once upon a time, there's a simple girl who passed by a busy street and saw buckets after buckets of fresh flowers. What caught her eyes really were the roses, especially the red ones. Stopping, buying and walking were people, couples in particular, who expressed their loves through giving flowers and she felt sad. Sad not because she didn't have any flowers but sad because she didn't have someone to express her love with. With that she uttered a silent prayer. She prayed for God to give her someone who will be with her for the rest of her life. Added to that, she asked for a sign. That the someone who will be with her would be the guy who will give her a bunch of red roses.
After a while, she met a dashing prince from far away, who swept her off her feet... in an unconventional way. They felt the connection between them and yes, he gave her not just a bunch but bunches of red roses. The girl thought her sign was delivered and she was ecstatic. And for the first time in her life, she fell in love, to a prince she hadn't met yet but it didn't matter to her. Though its unconventional, the girl could feel the intensity of the feelings they had. And she couldn't wait to meet him. So they communicated and both couldn't wait until they meet finally. And even before they met, they webbed dreams of their own which they both called "Parts" or sequels of their lives together. He said he dreamt of having their little son playing by the beach and them looking at him play. She was moved so much she hold on to the "parts". In other words, they met and their meeting was one of the most focal point of their lives together.
After a while, she met a dashing prince from far away, who swept her off her feet... in an unconventional way. They felt the connection between them and yes, he gave her not just a bunch but bunches of red roses. The girl thought her sign was delivered and she was ecstatic. And for the first time in her life, she fell in love, to a prince she hadn't met yet but it didn't matter to her. Though its unconventional, the girl could feel the intensity of the feelings they had. And she couldn't wait to meet him. So they communicated and both couldn't wait until they meet finally. And even before they met, they webbed dreams of their own which they both called "Parts" or sequels of their lives together. He said he dreamt of having their little son playing by the beach and them looking at him play. She was moved so much she hold on to the "parts". In other words, they met and their meeting was one of the most focal point of their lives together.
But like any other story, theirs was not a bed of roses. Or shall we say like roses, their story had their share of thorns along the way. You see, the simple girl who dreamed to be swept away was still tied. Paper tied to a relationship which was over years ago. Aside from that, being two beings who weren't cut from the same shell, there were issues and differences that they needed to see, realize, discover and work upon during the course of their relationship. She got baggages, so did he. For years, despite the baggages, issues, complications and distance they both tried to hold on. Sure, there were some holes they stumbled upon but there were a lot more even, joyous paths they passed. Joyous ones they both want to cherish... still. Even paths she still wanted to cross or pass. Holes she still wanted to avoid and to those she had stumbled, still wishes to got up upon. Until one day, more than a month ago and the month after, other holes started to appear...
I don't want to culminate our story on what had transpired weeks ago. Honestly, I still wish to have our "parts" of our story fulfilled. There arises more holes and thorns. I stumbled, fell and was trying to get up. And this is the continuation of the list of feelings I had during these times:
GUILT "In ipsa dubitatione facinus inest, etiamsi ad id non pervererint (Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed.)" ~Marcus Tullius Cicero
Like I said, everything wasn't a walk in the park. We had our shares of downs. I had my faults...my slips. For example, I should had been too trusting or the paper works would have been finished a long time ago. And for the times we had looked beyond our love for each other, I should have held on. I admit I did something(s) grave which broke his heart (I returned his ring twice) and I was remorseful with that. How could I have done that to the very symbol of our love?
With that thoughts, I couldn't feel but put the blame of what happened on me. More questions popped in. Was that the real reason why these holes came out on our paths? Did I deserve to be treated this way when we were preparing to be together, as evidenced by our pending case in the embassy? And the most important question I could think of is, "Doesn't he love me anymore that he could think or plan to be with someone else than me?"
Of course, all the answers to that questions was NO. But I couldn't help but being nagged by these questions. I suffered. I felt like I was responsible. I take refuge on the Sole person who could understand all and prayed. For the only thing that would free me from guilt was to forgive. Forgive the person who had hurt me and forgive myself.
(I won't ever regret or feel guilty about the times we spent together. They were my rights. Even if he might seem like I was the other party when in fact, I have all the rights. She didn't commit any wrongdoings to me but I loathed her. I guess because he went to her first or just for the fact that she owns him; like a child whom her toy was given to another. So I more or less ignited his desire for me which I successfully did. Partly, I did so out of desire to get back on her...and on him. I wanted to confuse him but more so, I'd like to be able to have the chance to be loved..even for the last time... If there was a person who should be feeling the guilt was not me but him. He actually was unfaithful to her; he was unfaithful to me too.)
REGRET “If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.” ~Mercedes Lackey
After the guilt came a feeling that will linger for a long time, nagging my mind with negative feelings because of what happened and what will it affect me and us in the future: REGRET.
I don't know when the dust will settle but I couldn't help but feel regret. If only I did this. If only I did that. I know this feeling only came about because of looking back in the past, though ours isn't considered past since there's no closure yet. But then again, I couldn't avoid think what could have happen if some things happened otherwise. Maybe we would have been waiting already for our next part of our story. Maybe next time we meet, we would be celebrating the next big part of our story. Wishful thinking (if it's considered to be called that) that gave me a feeling of deep longing and despair...and agonizing hurt. Deep longing, for the things we usually shared, like our time together. Despair, for the unexpected sheer turn of the events. And agonizing hurt, for the love we had for each other. Hurt...Because that love still burns as strong as ever, and still as deep as ever.
I don't know when the dust will settle but I couldn't help but feel regret. If only I did this. If only I did that. I know this feeling only came about because of looking back in the past, though ours isn't considered past since there's no closure yet. But then again, I couldn't avoid think what could have happen if some things happened otherwise. Maybe we would have been waiting already for our next part of our story. Maybe next time we meet, we would be celebrating the next big part of our story. Wishful thinking (if it's considered to be called that) that gave me a feeling of deep longing and despair...and agonizing hurt. Deep longing, for the things we usually shared, like our time together. Despair, for the unexpected sheer turn of the events. And agonizing hurt, for the love we had for each other. Hurt...Because that love still burns as strong as ever, and still as deep as ever.
"I hold it true, what e'er befall;
I feel it , when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."
I feel it , when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all."
On my next post, let's look on how I'm trying to cope up and the lessons I've learned from all this.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Picking Up The Pieces (Part 1)
It has been quite awhile since I personally wrote my post. I vowed before that when everything turns out okay, I will share to everyone what has really transpired to me from my last personal post. Honestly, the real reason why I held that up was I was waiting for the "happy ending" to come. Turns out, there was no happy ending yet on the very scenario of my life that I've been holding onto for the past four (4) years.
And then, I realized life is not about happy endings after all, just like what the title of my blog is in the first place. It is all about how we journey in every step of the way; we falter, we stumble, we fall, we crawl, we try to get up and most importantly we try to move on, to continue traversing.
These past weeks have been HELL for me. Or maybe that's an understatement. Let me enumerate what I am feeling:
HURT & SADNESS "If you love large, you've got to hurt large. If you've got a lot of light, you've probably got an equal amount of darkness." ~Sarah McLachlan
"For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'." ~John Greenleaf Whittie
The pain is staggering. Bitterly crushing my heart. I had my suspicions before it was confirmed. When I was still suspecting it, half of me was reassuring myself, praying that it's not gonna happen. It turned out, I was bottling up the hurt. I was just appeasing myself, reasoning... that when it was confirmed, I felt like a dam. I burst out. The pain was too much. I couldn't function and for the first time in my life, I lost a significant pounds in a matter of days. I couldn't stop crying, literally. I scampered each morning to hide my puffy eyes & practiced my facade. Yes, I smiled even though I was dying inside; facing my family as if nothing was happening & doing my duties as dutifully as it was before. But every time I had a moment alone...it washed me again.
(Can you imagine how it would feel learning your boyfriend went to her firstly and have screwed her? met her relatives? have done intimacies with her? and I asked him if he was happy and he couldn't answer. I was so hurt. Why can't they be happy? If he chose her, why can't he? Why did he has to tell me he can't let me go?)
Funny thing, it coincided with how the country was grieving with the passing of a former president that I used that to hide the fact why my eyes were puffy.
DENIAL "I believe we're all in denial about the people we love." ~David Geffen
Despite the hurt, I was very happy. Affection was exchanged...so much the time stopped. How unfair life is, but then again who said life is fair? It's not a question of who started and who succumbed. It felt sooo right...and for me it was RIGHT. So I put aside the hurt, let the pain boxed for a while and just let the miss took in.
(When we were in the taxi for me to go home or back to the office, I asked for some more time with him and we ended up to his hotel room, where we hugged and kissed and touched each other. We talked a lot, cried more and more and just stared at each other, amazed how we missed each other. He told me he was just restraining himself and I know what he meant. We nearly did it there but I know he was remembering how it was their time with the girl and he knew it was unfair for me. We ended up planning to meet again this time with our son.)
Setting aside the hurt and felt to be happy despite of it all is denial. It could have been shock. Could be, yes. But honestly, I was happy and STILL expecting. My best called me the next day to ask how I was and I told her what happened the day before. She stayed with me through it while I poured my heart out to her. She asked me why I wasn't angry and why I still would have agreed to what was transpired after all that's been done. And I asked her to understand. She said I was in denial. That I was still holding on, that I still expect a relationship that should have been. She understood totally and I love my best for that.
(So we met again on wednesday august 5 with our son and we had the best day, despite the mishaps on the traffic, we were able to reach ocean park and had the blast time. he enjoyed his time with our son, marveling how big he is, how smart he is, how he was fascinated to what he was seeing...and i was happy seeing them both having their time together. that was one of the happiest day ever of my life. When we went back to the hotel to have our son's nap, he held me and we cried again and again. And we talked long til it became dark and late. He was going to transfer to another hotel and I kind of convince him to spend more time with him, intimately yes and he said he will be at the other hotel and he will be waiting for me. I started to have butterflies in my stomach. Excited and anticipating...And on the next day...HOT is an understatement. It was SIZZLING. It was the most incredible sex ever. I came a lot of times and he even did 3 times in one session. It was unimaginable.)
For how could I stop thinking of what the relationship could have been when there were and are still NO closure on our relationship? We both can't let go.
ANGER "Get mad, then get over it." ~Colin Powell
After denial came rage. It was red hot. The circumstances told me I should be furious. And the catalyst was the question "WHY?" I could enumerate on and on the "why's" that hadn't been answered (and they still are). It made me angry. Aside from the "why's", I was angry because I felt betrayed...led upon...was expectant. I hadn't a clue how to manifest my anger. In fact, it wasn't manifested at all because the moment I felt it towards the people involved and the circumstances that was binding us, it rebounded to me. For you cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
I hated myself more for a lot of reasons. One, partly it was my fault. Two, I let myself in it. Three, I love the person so much I don't want to end up being bitter towards him or I will be more bitter towards myself. And that's the most important reason of all.
(How can i hate someone who makes me really feel good. Now that's an understatement. He brings out the best in me. On our first day alone together, it was so hot we were both consumed. If we had our choice we could go on and on having sex, fucking each other like rabbits. If only the bitch didn't check up on him once on a while, she was entirely out of our minds, our hearts and our crotches. The second time was even better. It was a whole day and we practically didn't stop either that we even did it on the dining chair before eating dinner and we ended up with him carrying me while he was inside of me to the bed. The third time was way better as well than the second time. Although it was short, it was still HOT as ever. When i first touched him, he was hard like a rock and we both couldn't wait. It felt so good with him inside me. How can i get angry with that?)
"Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, to those who still love even though they've been hurt before."
Friday, August 14, 2009
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