“You’ll always be my best friend…” -Relient K.
If I were to give a word synonymous to Patty, I would say EVERYTHING. Obviously, the word is not as glamorous as pretty or gorgeous but everyone wants to be somebody’s everything – that’s what you are to me. (You are more than pretty and gorgeous, better than the word best… you sum up everything!)
Happy Blessed Birthday Best friend!
I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you – because when talking about my favorite story, I can’t help but to see you being part of it. I thank our good Lord for sending you, that though our parents are different… God still allowed us to have each other – forever – like sisters! (Dear God, thank you!) And I thank you for the things you’ve done for me without asking anything in return. I believe that the best thing a best friend can do is to hug you tightly – that’s what we do. We hug. We laugh. We talk. We cry. And when we cry, we cry together – no pretensions, we just let the tears fall and then we hug again!
I love you big time and when I say big time, it’s something more than a dictionary can define. I can’t even define it myself. (Hahaha, what did I just say?) Anyway, I would also like to let you know that you have no other choice but to stick with me ’cause if you don’t I’ll break your neck. (Clear? Lol) No, seriously… I’ll forever hold you, letting you know that you got me like the way I got you.
By the way, Piglet in Winnie the Pooh movie once said, “Who knows the right thing to say when I’m feeling so blue?” I guess, not even you… but then again, you always have two ears ready to listen, two arms ready to hug me every single time and two hands to hold me tightly when I’m falling into pieces. Those things are always better than saying something and yeah, what more can I say? Guess I couldn’t ask for more. Hey, I lost track. Been saying so much but still not enough to tell everyone why you’re my everything.
Well… perhaps, I’m having a hard time conveying my thoughts since this topic is something so precious to me that I find it really hard to put things into words. Sooo, again… Happy Birthday! I am truly blessed to have you. You’ll always be my best friend.
*Biggest, warmest, tightest HUGS*
Someone who loves you forever unconditionally
“Running is the greatest metaphor of life, because you get out of it what you put into it.” –Oprah Winfrey.
I was browsing some quotes when all of a sudden Oprah Winfrey’s words got my attention. I failed to understand its true meaning the first time I read it but I knew it would be the best quote to use for what I have in mind – it would be perfect because my subject loves to run, but I don’t know how on earth it is related to life. Perhaps because running makes us healthy – physically and emotionally, but… is that all?
It was 3AM of Tuesday… I told myself: Later, I’ll figure things out… I need to figure things out or else I would end up giving Edison the first blog I wrote (A Happy Birthday or A Giveaway?). But that won’t happen since obviously, I have this blog (maybe I’ll show him both). Now… let me tell you a brief story.
Edison Rances Cruz – Going to cinema has been our way of getting along or catching things up. On our last movie together he told me, “Pinag iisapan ko na mag gym at magpapayat” (I’m thinking of going to gym and be fit again). I don’t know if by then he was just telling me his plans or he’s waiting for my opinion. Unsure of what to say, I told him “Kaya mo yan, update mo ko ha!” (You can do it and please keep me updated).
Of course, he knew it was a hard decision – hard because one must devote his time in order to see the fruit of his labor. Results cannot be seen over night so without patience things wouldn’t be possible. There were days when he would call me because he wanted to just give up. There were instances when whining was the only option he had to lessen the burden. Over the phone he would say, “Nag oorder yung mga officemates ko ng masasarap at fatty foods samantalang ako panay vegetable salad sa KFC pero wala pa din nangyayari…” (While my officemates have been ordering delicious and fatty foods, I am stuck eating KFC’s vegetable salad yet nothing has changed [pertaining to his weight loss]). And he would ask me to cheer him up and say something to make him feel that he’s still doing things right.
And though he haven’t seen the outcome yet, he still accepted the challenge from he’s co-workers. Certain group of people had to lose weight; the person who would get the lowest weight loss would have to pay the agreed consequences. Guess what? He won. He was so motivated not because he wanted to lose weight but because he didn’t want to pay the price when they defeat him. But let me tell you what I realized, it was never about the money he had to spend if he didn’t make it but he actually wanted to hit two things at the same time. The idea of winning and losing some pounds has boosted his competitive side. It was… well… a healthy competition.
It was a challenge he had to do alone but it was and will never be something he has to face alone. I couldn’t do all the routines for him but you can bet that just like always my ears are ready to listen to his stories – whether it’s about whining or some sort of happy things – doesn’t matter anyway.
But you know what? It’s not going to gym where he found happiness… it was through running. He started spending his time running alone. He fell in love with running with his earphone plugged in his ears. Music has been accompanying him all along. Until… he decided to join fun runs and then marathons.
Running… running… running… and then life. What makes them similar? At what point? Maybe because running has been teaching us the same lesson life has taught us – to find our own pace, to learn how to endure pain, to know our reasons… our purpose. Every single time you run, there is a point of discovery. You will discover your limitations; take for example how many miles can you finish in one run? Five miles perhaps? Or maybe you can’t even finish 10 miles, therefore, It will allow you to accept what you can do and what you cannot. Pushing our limits will help us know our capacity. We could have been injured if we go beyond our power but if we know what we are capable of then things would be easier.
They say that life is a continuous process. I say it’s true. When we run there is always a point of interval, at the end of it there is always a finish line awaits us, to show that we’ve completed our goal but it doesn’t equate to stopping our pace.
You can choose what kind of fun runs and marathons to join… and then, begin again. If you intend to win but fail, just keep on trying. We don’t need to make things complicated. Life is complex but it doesn’t need to be complicated.
Going back, Edison once told me that running is his “ME TIME”. It is his way of processing things. Before it has always been about shedding some pounds but after discovering what running can do for him both emotionally and physically, running is no longer part of his ‘’must-to-do” things. Now, it’s part of his system… something he loves to do.
I don’t know if I am making sense, well… I hope I do. Guess I have to discover more connections between running and life. Maybe you should too! Seriously, I’m running out of words. By now, Edison must know, without a doubt that I am so proud of his accomplishments (losing 18 kilos is not easy by the way) because if not, I’m going to break his bone (laughing).
Edison is my real-life Flash (Justice League) better yet my favorite guy. Flash is capable of running faster than a speed of light. My favorite guy is capable of turning darkness into light (something flash is not capable of) because he has the power of making me smile in one hello.
In parting, let me quote something I have read somewhere, “When your legs can’t run anymore, run with your heart…”
P.S: Happy 23rd Birthday Babes! Now, you are “Mr. Piggy No More” You deserve the hotness in every way possible! Well… at least for today! *to the moon and back*
Today is Grandpa’s 80th birthday. He passed away due to kidney problem and body complications about 22 years ago. All of his grandchildren address him as Tatay instead of Lolo (Father instead of Grandpa), because we mimic our parents and that is how our parents address him.
To give you a background, my older sister and I are the luckiest grandchildren because Tatay was able to hug, kiss and take good care of us. He was there when we were born and he was present during our first birthday. That is why my sister and I have photos with him.
Honestly, I don’t remember anything about Lolo because I was less than 2 years old when he died. All I know is that he is a good man. No wonder that he’s truly a good man because Nanay (mother but actually my Grandma) never thought of marrying someone else after Tatay died. She would tell us how lucky she was for having Tatay and for having nine kids with him.
I grew up going to cemetery yearly especially during his birthday, death anniversary, Nanay and Tatay’s wedding anniversary and all souls day. And you wouldn’t believe it but we love going there because Nanay would bring a lot of food while my Aunties and Uncles would buy pizza or anything we want during all souls day. But of course, we love to be there because we know that Nanay despite the long years still misses her husband. And among us, she knows Tatay inside out.
In my blog, “A Miracle Baby, A Wonderful Little Big Man” I stated there that my brother was born as we remember Tatay’s 8th years death anniversary. So even he’s no longer with us we still celebrate his life through my brother’s birthday.
Now, I just want to say “Happy Birthday Tatay and we love you so much” you are such a lucky man because your wife, kids and your grandchildren love you genuinely. We’ve heard a lot of stories about you and how wonderful you are. I just hope that you are still here because no words can define how much Nanay misses you… everyday!
We are celebrating your birthday! I am sending you big hugs across the miles Tatay! You will never be forgotten because “A Good Man Never Dies He Just Says Goodbye…” You are here, inside our head and inside our heart!
Last night my Auntie and I accompanied my Grandmother to visit her brother in hospital somewhere in Mandaluyong. Her brother had an operation because of vehicular accident. Actually, it was his second operation because the first metal that the doctor put on his shoulder had a problem. He decided to have second opinion and the doctor told him that he needs to have another operation in order to correct the bone fracture.
So Grandpa had his second operation. What bothers me is that, his children didn’t come here to take good care of him. I am a bit disappointed until today knowing that his two eldest children are both board passer with their nursing degree. Truth is, I have nothing against them. In fact, I would like to understand that they have to drive almost 10-12 hours just to be here but the fact that their father needs them and they aren’t here is a bit disappointing.
Imagine, Grandma who is 75 years old now is the person who takes care of everything! I mean, didn’t they think that people here have workloads too to think about? And if they are saying they are busy with their own schedule, didn’t they realize that people here in Manila have their own schedule too? None of his four children went home. Hello? It’s vacation time; if they really want to assist their father they could have done something about it. And there are thousands of reasons why they can’t be here as well.
Uncle (Papa’s eldest brother} was telling me that I should be the one to be there and I frankly told him, “Where are his children? He has four, right?” It’s not because I just don’t want to stay in hospital. There were a lot of instances where I took care of Grandma and Auntie when they were confined in the hospital, and it’s because they are first family so I didn’t mind. I can tell them what I need and what I want and I grew up with them. But Grandpa is different, he is Grandma’s younger brother but I am not close to him plus seriously I really got disappointed towards his kids.
Yes, I acknowledge that they took good care of their father during his first operation but should we consider that enough? I mean, he still needs you now. And like I said, people here in Manila have their own schedule too… I just hope that they are aware that their presence could have made a difference not only as helping Grandma for looking after their father but beyond everything for showing affection and moral support to their father.
Okay… enough! I am just wishing for Grandpa’s fast recovery!
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“Though men may fail you and life might disappoint, taste and see that God is good”—-got this from my all time favorite author, Michelle Mckinney Hammond.
Let me give you a little background of what happened today. Early in the morning, I got a text from my best friend stating how sad she had become upon knowing that her Uncle lost the battlefield for the Vice-Mayor position in our city.
I got worried because the same man is my cousins’ grandfather. I went down to tell Papa what happened and he too was aware of it… Papa was also disappointed! Our barangay has been very quiet and sad since our very own man didn’t make it! He didn’t win! Another man was proclaimed as our city’s new Vice-Mayor.
What can we do?
The man I am talking to is not just any other man, our culture taught us that once a member of a family married someone, the entire family will take his or her family as his or her own family too. This is called acquiring new family members. That’s our tradition! And though he isn’t our family by blood, he is the father of my cousins’ mother. Therefore, he too is our family.
Well… I have said in one my facebook status that, “I have nothing but good words for VM Iyo because he has been a very kind person to me since SK days. However, my heart is still breaking for Asilo because whatever happens he is our family! We may not understand nor agree with so many things right now but I believe that God has better plans for you. Press on. This too shall pass!” I said this because I don’t want to accuse Iyo for something I am not sure of. I said this because I am truly saddened by the news. I said this because I was torn between Iyo and Asilo at first. But now, my heart is breaking because of the result yet I am still hoping for the best.
If you were to ask me, “Ann, did you vote for Asilo or Iyo?” I am proud to say I voted for Asilo. I voted for him not only because he is my cousins’ grandfather, I voted for him because I have worked with both of them (Iyo and Asilo) and I have worked longer with Asilo. I knew how he loves our barangay and what he did for a lot of people here.
Today… I just wish that changing of foul words will come to an end. I don’t understand why a lot of people have been posting things like they knew everything (this goes for both parties) Why can’t you just pray instead and hope for the best?
For me… no matter how cruel your words are, you cannot change the fact that Iyo has been proclaimed and no matter what they do, they cannot change the fact that Asilo has proven himself in many ways. Bashers cannot make him fall. He may not be proclaimed as our Vice Mayor but still, his legend will not be forgotten.
We may be disappointed today and a lot of what if’s and if only have been running through our head, but let us believe that God has better plans and his plans are always better than the one we are asking and his ways are far better than ours! Let us remember that our Lord is good and He knows exactly what he’s doing. Rest assured that new opportunities will come along our way!
Election is just another chapter… the real deal is, when you know in your heart that you did your part and you did it in the most genuine ways possible then from there, you are more than just a winner.
Now, let me share to you one of the verses that will remind us that God is good and that He will help us with our loads because He is with us, "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go." (Joshua 1:19)
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I only have one brother and he’s 10 years younger than I. To give you a background, my parents had to consult a doctor to help them produce a baby boy. They even used Chinese calendar to make sure that the outcome of the baby’s gender would actually be a gender of a boy.
Frankly, I wasn’t happy when I found out that Mama was bringing my younger brother inside her womb. I even cried telling my parents, “Ako lang bunso niyo, ako lang ang baby niyo!” (I am your youngest child and I will remain your only baby!) Well… How could you ever blame a 10-year-old-kid for behaving such way when most of the people surrounding her seem to have no heart for telling her, “Ayyy… hindi ka na mapapansin ng Mama at Papa mo pag lumabas na ang kapatid mo…” (Ayyy… your parents won’t be able to give you enough attention when your brother arrives) Yes, I understand after some time that it was just a plain joke (my parents used to assure me that they love me no less) but I was just a kid… how could I ever take that kind of joke when my security was at stake?
After some explanations and an assurance that my brother was and will never be a replacement of me but an additional member to our family, I finally learned to accept him and eventually got excited to meet and play with him.
My brother was proclaimed no heart beat inside Mama’s womb on August 3, 1999. My other sibling, my Atss Vhey (older sister Vhey) and I were at our house waiting for a good update on Mama’s safe delivery; yet what we received was a bad news. I was shocked. May Ate was shocked too. We (together with some cousins) prayed asking Lord God to please save my brother and our Mama.
In hospital, my parents were praying too. I remember Mama’s story that after the doctor told her that the baby was not responding and has no heartbeat, she immediately talked to God to please let her have him. Mama’s prayer was, “Lord sampung taon ko siyang hinintay. Siyam na buwan ko siyang inalagaan sa aking sinapupunan. Hayaan niyo kong patuloy siyang alagaan. Ipagkaloob niyo po siya sa akin” (Lord, I have waited for this baby for ten years. I have been taking good care of him inside my womb for nine months. Please let me take care of him more. Please bless me with this baby).
After praying, Mama pleaded the doctors and staffs to please check the baby’s heartbeat once more. They didn’t want to, but Mama was so persistent. She would not let go of my baby brother. So the doctor gave it a try and in an instant my brother was responding. How great is our God for hearing our prayers!
It didn’t end that way…
Papa had to choose between Mama and the baby. He had to choose who’s to be saved. Mama was at operating room because she delivered my brother via caesarian and was suffering from high blood pressure which made their life at stake. Papa did not want to choose, he was constant on telling the doctor to save both. It wasn’t easy, I knew it was hard because his wife and his most awaited son were in danger and he didn’t want to lose any of them. Again, through God’s grace, both were saved.
Today, my brother is no longer a baby—-he is now a big little man. In few months he will turn 14 and I will be forever grateful for his life. Gone are the days when he cried because he’s hungry or his diaper was too wet. Gone are the days when everything needs to be handed to him. For today, he is a grown up young man. Yet, in my heart he will always be my little brother—-the one I love the most, the person who I can tag along when I want to go somewhere, who never fails to make me laugh but makes me mad at times, who loves basketball and has a say on everything. And yes, he shares secrets too like crushes, text mates and even frustrations. Oh.. How time flies so fast.
I pray for his happiness and security. I pray for his wonderful future but most of all I pray that he would seek God’s kingdom more.
I am blessed for having two siblings, my older sister vhey and my younger brother Jome. The good thing about us is that, we still hang out together, plans get-away and talk things out. Well, I can’t even imagine what life could be without our brother.
And if you don’t know yet, August 3 was the same date when my Papa’s father died but with different year. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but feel that Mama was right when she told me that probably Jome was given to us to make August 3 more remarkable as we reminisce the death of a wonderful father named Rizal, we too celebrate the life of your brother Jome. Amazing!
Alcohol beverages seem to have this invisible sign “TASTE ME” especially for those people who are fond of drinking spirited bottles. Also, alcohol beverages have been a friend to many. They see it as their last resort of strength to cope up with the pain they are going through at the moment. They say that through drinking alcohol they will forget the things that hurt or those things that disappoint them.
…but, will it actually help you solve something?
Since kid, I wonder what’s good about drinking alcohol when in fact, it drives you crazy. It gives you a wild imagination and gives you strength to do several things that you would regret sooner or later. Is that what you call a friend? A traitor—-a friend would not leave you feeling sorry afterwards.
I have tasted some alcohol drinks just to know the feeling and its taste, but I don’t even understand what’s good about it. It doesn’t even taste good. It is bitter and well… yeah… I hate the taste plus the smell. So I don’t understand what is in there that makes the demand of alcohol drinks get higher and higher each year!
Most crimes were made by suspects under the spirit of alcohol, worst under the power of drugs. I just wish that these alcohol beverages will get lost or if not, I wish that people would know the pros and cons and at least limit their self from drinking it. Make sure that you can handle yourself when drinking one, or better just avoid drinking to protect yourself, your health and to give those people around you the peace of mind they deserved.
“Eve was not taken out of Adam’s head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him and near his heart to be loved by him.” —-Matthew Henry’s commentary on Genesis.
Matthew Henry’s commentary on Genesis sums up the core responsibility of men to women. Sadly, today several men have forgotten how it is to be a man—-their roles, responsibilities and values.
The world taught us that women are now equal to men, thus men at some point see women as their opponent instead of as their partner. There are some relationships wherein if the woman gets higher income, it turned out to be a big slap on her boyfriend or husband’s face. Where in fact, he should be rejoicing and cheering for her. Isn’t that the guy should be tapping her back while saying, “Good job Honey!” (or whatever terms of endearment you want to address your significant other) instead of competing with her salary and making a big deal out of it?
Having a higher income does not mean she would be your boss and would top you. Remember ‘Eve is not taken out of Adam’s head to top him…’ so relax. Why worry knowing that among the foundations of a good relationship are love, trust respect and not money. I don’t even remember that money is a prerequisite to enter a relationship.
Moving on, I wonder why there are some battered-wives. Girls are not punching bags for whatever sake boys! In the heat of an argument, a man should take off his hands away from his partner especially when he intends to hurt her. Your hands should wipe girls tears not beat her! And yes, she’s not even your maid to be trampled. Oh wait; even servants should be treated fairly. There are now existing laws about that. Gone are the days when rulers can just hit their servants anytime. So move on, today is 2013! Again, remember, ‘Eve was not taken out of Adam’s feet to be trampled by him…’ so why act that way?
And… this is not written above but it is important to note that Eve (Woman) and Adam (Man) are partners not playmates. They are made to care for each other not to beat one another or play with each other’s hearts. The adage, “There is one woman for every man” is still true and should remain both in our hearts and minds. Stop playing ‘enie-minie-mini-mo’ game among women when you can’t decide which is which or who is who. Do not play with somebody’s heart! Do not even dare to play fire because eventually it can burn you…alive! And feeling sorry afterwards may be… well… usually too late!
Fine, I understand that we, women have a role to play too—- a role that should look after the welfare of our man. Just like the old saying, “It takes two to tango” so it is essential that lovers should complement and guide each other along the way. Because the truth is, ‘Eve was taken out of Adam’s side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him and near his heart to be loved by him’. —-Matthew Henry
I have been wondering how it would feel like to have an in-law. Would it feel like as if you have acquired new parents? Or would it feel like as if having new burdens to think about?
There are several types of in-laws. Some in-laws are very supportive and you are lucky if you have one. They will treat you as if you are their long lost son or daughter and you are truly part of the family. They will remain caring and supportive yet will set their own boundaries for you to be able to experience standing on your own as you start your own family.
However, there are also some in-laws who are very hard to be with. I mean, they will keep on nagging you about certain things as if they know everything. They will tell you what you have to do with their son or daughter and will not give you enough space so you can experience the freedom you supposed to experience. Yes, probably they are just concern with their kids but they do not know the proper way of expressing it.
Some in-laws seem not to care at all. They are there but as if they do not exist. They will either nod or shake their head when answering you. They are calm yet you can’t even feel they care. Or perhaps they do care but they happen to express it that way. Either way, I wonder if they really care.
I believe that having in-laws has pros and cons. But you have to keep in mind that when you enter a married life, they will be part of your life as well. I may not have the right to speak in terms on how should a person treat them but the mere fact that they are the parents of the person you married then isn’t just right to treat them fairly?
In any case keep in mind that stating your side is always acceptable. Humans tend to make mistakes and that’s normal. How you handle your emotions will surely make a difference. There will be days when life seems to be unfair for giving you that kind of in-laws but with your wife or husband around, you will still be thankful to them because somebody makes you happy through them. They brought that one person who will take care of you and your heart.
However, my question is… what if your in-laws have rough attitude? How should a person handle them? Is this normal? Can you share your ideas?
My phone is capable of playing music yet I don’t feel comfortable using it during jogging or playing badminton with the family. I have been asking my younger brother if he has an idea on how much will it cost me if I decided to buy MP3. Well, I prefer MP3 over my phone when it comes to playing music because it is more convenient to bring.
You may wonder why MP3 and not other branded gadgets such as iPod shuffle or others. I want those too, but I am thinking of what is more convenient for me right now… something that will not cost me too much, besides I just want to play music…that’s all.
So there, I asked Papa to inquire MP3 for me.
One day, when Papa and Jome (my younger brother) went to a drugstore to buy my brother’s vitamins they came home with a surprise for me.
“Ate… Ate Ann…” my brother was then calling me.
“Yes?” I answered back.
“Try this, Papa bought this for you” he said as he handed me the small box.
“Is this really for me?” I inquire with a big smile upon seeing the MP3.
“Yes…” my brother said.
“Ngets (that’s how I fondly call my brother Jome), why pink? You know I don’t like pink right?” I was a little disappointed.
“I asked the vendor if there’s yellow but they don’t have. I checked some colors but those are not as good as this one. The sound of this is better compared to others” my brother explained.
“Alright…” I said.
I may have not totally appreciated its color but the mere idea that Papa spent money just to buy things I don’t actually need (I just want!) is something I should be thankful of. And though he may not afford to buy us expensive gadgets like other fathers do, I am still lucky because he let us feel that he loves us. He can tell us that he loves us dearly too both words and in action. I bet not all fathers do the same with their children. And yes, in return we (Ate, Jome and I) are not afraid to tell him how much we love him too.
More than having my MP3, I thank God for giving us Papa. He may not be the best father, but I believe I cannot be who I am today if I was born with different parents. Perhaps, I won’t be able to write blogs because chances are I have different life and different sets of interests.
So once again… Thank You Papa!
The good thing about writing is that it allows a person to express and share the things that are running through his head. It gives him the freedom to speak and at the same time contemplate some thoughts. Not only does writing will help a person improve his vocabulary or skills but it may also touch and inspire people’s life.
Have you ever considered writing what you feel on a sheet of paper just so you can release bad vibes or make those emotional loads a little lighter? How about writing something to express what you feel to a person or with some things? Have you ever tried stepping one step at a time to help yourself comprehend those possible topics that you can share to others?
Well, writing is not easy because there are lots of bashers around who will say negative things about your article. Despite this fact, you also have to keep in mind that there are also millions of people who you can inspire through your writing and that is more important. Note that you write to express and to inspire not to impress.
This year, I decided to create my blog site. I have two, one is tumblr account then the other is wordpress account. I was hesitant at first but I was shocked when people around the world would hit like and share buttons for my articles. I don’t get paid for my posts but more than getting paid is the idea that I am able to impart knowledge and touch their lives. Just like what I said to some of my previous articles, I am still working on with my writing skills. I understand that I still have a long way to run, a very long way for me to enhance this God given gift.
Before, writing is just a hobby until a door open and now I get to earn extra income through writing. So now I can call myself a freelance writer (allow me to call myself that name because being a writer is one of my dreams.) I rewrite articles for clients abroad and now in addition to this, I have this bubblews.com account to earn an additional extra income. It is pretty cool knowing that before, I only blog to share ideas and tell stories anything under the sun. Now, I am getting paid! Hooray… this really excites me because I earn money (not big though but you can’t get money by just sitting hoping that a coin will land on your lap) while doing my first love—-writing!
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“Sisters are probably the most competitive relationship within the family but once sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.” —-Margaret Mead
You’re lucky if you have someone in your life who you can considered your sister, but you are more than blessed if in return they regarded you as their sister too.
I have two siblings—-an older sister and a younger brother who is ten years younger than I. Since my subject is about sister, I’m not going to talk about my younger brother here.
Let me introduce to you my real sister and my best friends a.k.a best sisters.
One day while I was browsing some quotes, Mead’s quotation about sisters really got my attention as she said, “Sisters are probably the most competitive relationship within the family but once sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.” I was like… “This is really true!”
Remember those childhood memories when we clashed just because we wanted to get the biggest or the most beautiful part in everything — foods, clothes, toys… name it? Remember also when we first had our crush and we discussed every story with them and they giggled with us? Remember when we made mistakes and they were the one to catch us just so our parents won’t get mad at us? Or just this, the moment when we sleep right beside them — hugging them when we’re scared or sharing blankets together because it was so cold? Do you remember? Well… I do!
I am a lucky blessed girl for having eight sisters alive. Not all of them are my real sister but I love them… I love them… I love them… and I will keep them forever.
Let me whisper to you: “I Will Keep You Forever…”
My Real Sister
I call her Atss. She’s 612 days older than I. She’s married to a great man and now living almost one kilometer away from our house. She has her five-year old son who just finished kinder two with flying colors.
We were like twin sisters growing up because Mama used to dress us the same from head to foot. She’s the timid type while I was the… well… the surly, talkative type! *insert laugh* I normally said what’s on my head and I asked lots of questions nonstop. I remember Atss would tell me, “Antot (that’s how she addresses me) remember when we decided to save money, one peso a day then after 5 days we have 10 pesos as we combined our money. You were the first one to get the ten pesos, after getting the money you told me, you didn’t want to play anymore.” I cheated her, but I honestly don’t remember that.
We too, had our ups and downs. There were days when I failed to understand her. There were days when I get annoyed without any reasons. Sometimes the fire starts with her, sometimes with me. I may have said foul words when we had a fight but I love her just the same. She may have her new priorities but in my heart, she’ll always be my little playmate.
She just turned 25 years old about two days ago and I made on open letter for her stating how I love her.
My Best Friends a.k.a Best Sisters
There are “friends” who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother. (Proverbs 18:24, NLT)
I have four wonderful girl friends. We’ve been best of friends since first year high school, which was 11 years ago. Up to date, no matter how busy we are, we always find them to hang out, watch movies or dvds, talk nonstop, laugh out loud and so on. We all have our own sister, I mean sister by blood except Patty.
Patty is my closest best friend among others. She’s my other half. We have lots of differences yet we have lots of similarities. She’s the real shy type. I nag her every single day, I nag her with love. She would always remind me how good I am at this or at that. I remember when I was texting her before, Mr. Priceless would throw joke stating “Tell Patty she’s disturbing us…” Patty likes Mr. Priceless a lot even if she never had a chance to meet him, in return Mr. Priceless appreciates Patty too. There were no days that I failed to share my itinerary with her. In fact, her name is the first entry on my phonebook, its “aa.pat marteja” Because she has no sister or brother, I used to sleep beside her at times. And she barely gets mad, isn’t it cool?
Rose is the strongest. She’s always willing to take challenges. Sexiest and always positive.
Reena at times uses her knowledge in psychology when speaking to us especially when about human behavior. I miss her a lot. (prolly she’s busy with someone else) and we are all really waiting for her to have a love life.
Mighty is almost just like me, she writes letters… and we always giggles about love stories and movies. We love our hair big time!
Mighty, Reena and Rose… I love them just like Patty. When I’m with them, I feel like a teen ager always! We giggle, talk about heart aches, love life, happiness or anything under the sun. Never did we buy alcohol beverages when we’re together istead we normally eat and eat and eat. How many calories can I get when I’m with them! *Kidding*
Perhaps it’s true that friends are the sisters God didn’t give us but He allows us to meet them and be with them just like any other sisters do.
Now that you know who are my sisters, have you ever think of yours?
In parting, it doesn’t matter how near or how far they are, the mere fact that they stay in our heart… then they will always have special place in our life… as Mighty would always tell me on her letters “Through the years you never let me down…” True enough… Sisters don’t let each others down.
So there… They are my Sister. Who are yours?
I just have to write my thoughts down (through words/writing) because my head is about to explode if I won’t. I am just giving myself a sudden break dealing with articles…
Lately, I’ve been doing some writing jobs. It’s pretty hard in a way that I rewrite articles without using almost the same words but should end up with the same thought when put together as one paragraph… as one whole article again. I am allowed to use synonyms but not to the extent that I am just changing words. I have to paraphrase everything… as in E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, from word up to sentences… everything.
It’s actually a challenge for me because I’m not really good when it comes to basic grammar (thank God it’s not about basic grammar… I thought it was). Seriously, I mean… don’t ever ask me where the compound predicate is or where is the adverb or where is the conjunction. Of course, I know the answer (sometimes not.. haha!), but please! Don’t ever ask me that… I just find it so hard to deal with. As my Journalism professor told us, “teaching basic grammar is the job of an elementary English teacher.” Just ask me if your grammar is wrong instead and I’ll be willing to help you correct it but never ever ask me to explain why it is wrong… (unless you want me to open books and let’s study together) I don’t want that! I mean if you’re old enough and finished schooling, you should at some point know how to construct your own sentences correctly (even those in grade school already know how to construct sentences, common… shame to those who finished high school but can’t even express themselves using English. I’m not saying that you have to be very good on it, even a little knowledge will do. Give it a try!) However, sometimes we tend to make some wrong grammar errors and that’s acceptable… that’s normal! Don’t stab yourself to death if somebody corrects you. We all make mistakes, I bet even the best writers commit grammar errors at times (prolly that’s the reason why we have proof readers… that’s their job.)
I’m not writing to teach you about grammar. It’s just that I realized that I underestimated my capability when it comes to writing. The objective of my current writing job is to rewrite the article - title, subheadings and sentences. I was given also the following pointers: Don’t just change the words or use synonyms. Rewrite the sentence - change the sentence structure, paraphrase, while still keeping the meaning/thoughts of the original sentence (it has format by the way but I’m not going to explain it further.)
I was so hesitant to try it at first. Family members were telling me that I can do it since my vocabulary isn’t bad plus I do love writing since I’ve been writing blogs for my tumblr and wordpress account. Well, writing is just a hobby… my forte is on creative writing. I hate technicalities in writing… I hate writing formal letters. I don’t know what’s with it but something within me keeps on telling me “Ann, don’t write that… that’s hard… and boring!” *Kidding*
I guess our clients are from America. I am actually learning new words as I write those articles and it’s pretty cool. Really cool, didn’t expect that I could be able to finish even just one article. Sometimes it just a matter of trying new things and pushing yourself to learn how it is being done (you’ll get into it if it’s really meant for you! *crossing fingers*)
Well, while I am finishing my last two articles… it suddenly reminds me of Mr. Priceless’ assignment for her sister’s condo. His Ate (oldest sister) who lives in California has her condo unit in Rockwell and Mr. Priceless’ task is to look after it. I’ve been working on with these certain topics about how condo rental owners can effectively rent out their condominiums, or pointers to keep in mind when looking for new tenants and so on and so forth (topics are not just about condos we have a lot), which made me think of him. I wish tenants wouldn’t give him any headaches knowing that he’s too nice to suffer from one. (You just don’t know how good he is!)
Okay… I am just a lucky blessed girl for being able to write what’s on my head. Should also give credits to my ever dearest best friend named Patty who I fondly called Patchie or Boi for always believing in my writing skills. She pushed me to write, she even told me to look for writing jobs and even told me how good I am ever since I met her. She’s like my sister!
And Yes… to those who actually appreciate my blogs, especially that Mr. Priceless blog… Thank you!
Though, I’m still having a hard time doing my new tasks, I’m still willing to finish everything. I believe I can do all of those… (because I have no other choice but to finish everything) *Kidding*
You can’t be a good writer if you don’t practice your writing skills. You have to do what it takes to enhance your ability. God’s given gifts are made for us to use hoping to touch people hearts…
So there… not really something to ponder… just giving my head a big break dealing with articles. Writing allows me to express myself and at the same time my way of releasing stress!
So… I should now stop talking and start working!
Remember when we used to eat ice cream together and wear same clothes at the same time? That was way back, like more than ten years ago… the last time we dressed in same pants (nang mauso ang six pocket) was when we went to Enchanted Kingdom with the fam, I was in grade four, you were in grade six. And though we don’t do that today anymore, just like as always… I love you just the same or even more!
Mahal na mahal kita Ate. I may have failed to understand you at times but it doesn’t change the fact that you are my sister and I am yours. That whatever happens… I will support you all the way and I will love you no less. That… we are each other’s keepers.
Just so you know…
I am shaking in anger when someone annoys you (aba tinatalo nila ko!) but I also feel the pain whenever you cry just because you miss Kuyss every time he works abroad. (haha! Arte lang!)
Happy birthday Ate! I really planned to post these photos to annoy you! *Kidding* I posted this to let people know how beautiful my sister was and how gorgeous you have become now! (Ehem! Took me some time to collect all of these.)
Well… I love you tons.. And I love you extra today! My wish? No I’m not going to wish you good luck… I will pray for you instead. I pray for Thea to come and be part of our family soonest! (Naks, ngingiti yan! Lol) No… seriously, I pray that our good Lord will use you more as you continue to serve Him. I pray for his continuous guidance… that you may remain safe everyday! I pray for Kuya’s protection and Thayer’s health because I know that they are the most important people to you and they are your strength and happiness.
You’re such a lucky blessed girl. May you have the sweetest day today! The photos by the way, oh well… made me think how time flies so fast.
I love you heaps! (Nakakarami ka ng I love you ah!)
God Bless! *HUGS* *KISSES* *HUGS* & more *HUGS* again and again.
Your Most Stunning, Brainiest, Sweetest and most Beautiful Sister Ever.
In one of my usual dinner dates with Mr. Priceless he asked me, “Which do you prefer, condo or house and lot?”
“House and lot…” I said.
He then asked me, “Why?”
“Because if there’s an earthquake or fire and the building collapsed, I won’t have my property anymore besides guests aren’t allowed to come over easily since buildings have securities” I replied. “If I own my lot, I can do everything… I can design my own house, I can renovate it or ask my family and friends to visit me anytime, and if the house collapsed due to calamities, my land would still remain allowing me to build new house again, but of course, if possible, why not have them both” I added.
We were actually talking about dream house and while I was busy explaining my side, he too was busy drawing everything on a tissue paper. It so happened that we both want a not-so-big-house but has enough space for little garden with swimming pool, parking area for a Toyota Camry and half court for sports activities and gatherings. He also made his own version of condo building but with no details. Here is the picture.
As you can see, the drawing isn’t as detailed as what a dream house should look because the drawing wasn’t made for me to keep (I just did!)
Recently, people have been asking me, “Why do you still care?” (pertaining to Mr. Priceless)
Let me ask you back, “Why not?” but okay for the sake of answering the above question, let me tell and share this to you: Mr. Priceless made me realized that there are still real responsible awesome men alive today (he’s the living proof.) He taught me that one should not settle for anything less, he made me stronger, wiser and capable of doing things. He always believed in me even if I knew in my heart that I couldn’t make certain things on my own… he would say, “Kaya mo yan Pretty Ann” (You can make it Pretty Ann). Most especially, he made me write again. He knew how I love writing. He knew that because when I met him, I started writing notes about us, putting our everyday activities together. I started writing step by step again that way and he would always ask me every end of the month if I could send the notes on his phone for him to read.
I am claiming Mr. Priceless no more but even if I don’t get to see him, I still care just the same. I don’t know for how long, maybe when I finally meet the man God has prepared for me, I won’t have so much time to care for him but for now… I still do.
Since I haven’t told you why I still have his drawings and some notes, here is the back ground story, Mr. Priceless didn’t know that every time he wrote on papers or tissues when he’s not looking or when we’re done eating and about to leave, I secretly put those crumpled things into my bag (I will show you others next time.) More than a year ago, I thought that I’ve already thrown them (Okay, I was in the process of forgetting him that time, but I did regret throwing those after I came back into my senses.) Last month, while I was cleaning my closet, I saw one small black plastic bag and when I opened it… in an instant… memories of him are now, again, in front of me. Some have been living on my closet for quite some time. And if you still don’t get it, it was the premise why I was able to write my Mr. Priceless blog.
His drawing and his question helped me to realize something, that I was able to answer him correctly when he asked me between condo or house and lot. All throughout our relationship, I made sure that I invested my time, energy and my emotions to what will I call now “House and Lot Premise.” In what way? Since were no longer together and we both have our new life separately, the house (serves as me and Mr. Priceless) has been gone for more than year now but the lot/land (memories, and friendship) still remain. Perhaps, if I’ve invested in a condo type and we faced the same situation, and we both collapsed, our memories together with our friendship might have been lost as well. I still have my lot… our lot, that after what we’ve been through, whether negative or positive the basic land remain—-our friendship! It is the same land wherein I am continuously building the care I have for him. The genuine care that will definitely cheer for him when God brings the woman God has prepared for him, the care that prays for his betterment, the care that may get a little smaller sooner or later but will still remain through out the upcoming years.