from his goodbye girl

“Sometimes, we need to be apart to see the wonderful things we have together”

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The longest time that we were apart was nine months. When we finally got together and started living under one roof, we told each other: We will never be apart. Where one goes, the other goes. For whatever reason it may be. When we need to travel, we travel together.

A week after we said that, I had to leave him for a two-week business trip to East Malaysia.

Huh! Such sweet words that only newly-married couples can utter. When reality bites, you learn that there are some things that you have to do alone, that there are times when you need to be away from your partner.

It’s no big deal for most people, I guess. What’s one- or two weeks’ away from each other, right? Some would even see each other every two years.

This past week that he was away, I felt that there was nothing to look forward to everyday because I know I wouldn’t see him when I wake up nor would I see him after work. And at 29 years old, it is actually a new feeling for me. Yes, I’ve been into other serious relationships before I got married, but I was NEVER dependent on a man. I am happy with or without them. It was like my own personal adage: “Never put your happiness in the hands of one person. You have to learn to be happy on your own, before you can be happy with someone.”

Not that I am miserable without him. Okay, I do feel miserable without him. I didn’t know I was actually capable of missing someone this much. And we’ve been friends, best friends, lovers, etc for more than a decade!

So this week, and probably for the rest of my life, I specifically thanked God for this chapter in our life in which we are away from our old friends and family. I don’t think we would be as close and bonded as we are now if not for our situation. Like other loving couples, we become each other’s strength, our problems make us stronger (or for other couples, break ‘em up), we learn each other’s importance at once, we see each other’s bad side but the acceptance is always there (albeit the arguments and interrogations). The difference, I guess, is that those things are more magnified.

I believe this is yet again another confirmation that I married the one I truly, madly, deeply love. And that the one I married truly, madly, deeply loves me too. I just know. Because despite all my mood swings, long-term PMSing and other neurotic tendencies, illogical demands, radical views and some other unpleasant changes in me, he still makes me feel like a 15-year old girl, experiencing love for the first time. No partner is perfect, but if we’re blessed, we find the perfect partner for us.

A week or two before he left, I got mad at him. I was so mad at him that I thought, upon waking up one morning, I couldn’t feel the magic anymore. You see, although I am crazy when it comes to love, I do not wear rose-colored glasses in my relationship. I love deeply but I have no ambitions to become martyr. In as much as I shout to the world that I love someone, I also shout it out to the world when I am hurt.

For me, magic comes and goes. It’s just up to us to bring it back when troubles & hurt steal it away from us. And as for me and my one great love, the magic is definitely back.

Here at SM! Here at SM! Weee gaaat iiit ol por youu!

It's all because of Chuvaness! Haha. I suddenly felt homesick because of all these SM talk at CVS' site. Got worse when I saw this. Huhuhu!!! I want to have this as my ring tone!!! I miss SM, really!!! The theme song reminds me of my mom, especially when my sisters and I were still kids and we'd have our weekly trips to SM, Cinderella, and the old "outdoor" Glorietta (after my Saturday ballet class--yes, I took up ballet haha). My mom is an SM fanatic. I miss SM. I miss my mom-my Super Mom. Wahhh!

Watch this, ang galing. I wish my piano teacher didn't walk out on me.

Because It's A Mom's Thing (Cha)

This is my sister Cha's story, in her own words.

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I was a semester away from graduating when I got pregnant with my daughter. Since it was your typical pregnancy out of wedlock, my boyfriend that time (and now my husband) and I were at a loss as to how we are going to break the news to my mom. My dad was abroad, as usual, so it was my mom that we had to talk to first. And knowing my mom, I was a hundred percent sure that she would go ballistic.

I can still clearly remember that night. My mom was in her room watching TV and Nicco and I were standing outside the bedroom door, prompting each other when to enter the room.

“When the show goes on a commercial break, let’s go inside na ha!” I told him.

“Pwede bang next commercial na lang?”, my then future husband bargained.

It took a dozen or so commercials when we finally decided, “Let’s go, para matapos na ‘to.”

And so finally, we went inside and broke the news to my mom. Surprisingly, she didn’t go ballistic as I had expected. She just asked us calmly: “So what are your plans?”. I knew those questions would come and we were ready to give our answers. I breathed a sigh of relief and a glimpse of happiness that night—I felt everything would be okay.

But that was just, as they say, the calm before the storm. Three days after, my mom knocked on my bedroom door and just went crazy—shouted, threw things. I knew my mom could raise hell when she’s mad but little did I know she’s capable of doing those things that night. I was shocked because I thought everything was fine. But I was wrong. Thinking about it now, maybe the reality of the situation didn’t sink in immediately. It was a classic case of delayed reaction for my mom, I guess.

Before that day ended, I packed my things and left our house.

Early morning the following day, I received a text message from her asking me to go home. I didn’t want to because I was still hurting. It took me a week before I finally went back home.

And when I finally did come home, I went straight to my room… and I found a maternity dress and a box of prenatal milk on my bed. I cried so hard. My mom was never the type who will shower you with hugs and sweet words. So that gesture meant something big—that she has already accepted my situation and that no matter what decisions I make or whatever crazy thing I do, she will always love me and accept me wholeheartedly.

And it would be the same thing I would do for my daughter…no matter what. Now I understand. It’s a mom’s thing J

Unconditional Love:

from a married friend

Shared by a once-happily-married friend:

"It doesn't matter where the husband gets his appetite, as long as he eats at home."

Thoughts?

Hahaha!

love 'em veggies

I've been really sad lately. And it's all because I've decided to abstain from rice. Two weeks (and counting) of no rice. Can you imagine--me not eating rice! Sacrilege! And the depressing part here, I didn't even lose a single pound. Well, at least, not yet. Maybe it's because I don't even exercise hehe.

I played badminton last night with hubby, and I only lasted for ten minutes because my chest hurts already. Damn those cigarette sticks.

Last week, I tried this Fat-Burning Soup diet. It's supposed to be for seven days. More info about it next time when I get to say that it's really effective. Because the thing is, I only came up to Day 3 and I couldn't tahan it anymore! I'll probably try doing it again next month. No rice it is for now.

So now, I stick to veggies and fish and chicken. It's so hard to lose weight if your husband is trying to gain weight. Hay.

This one's my fave salad for now. I used to go gaga over Flinder's salad, but I'm over it now 'cus eating it everyday is just so boring.

My sister in law made this veg salad before and I really liked it. It's just sitaw, sigarillas (i think), vinegar (or vinegrette), pepper, tomatoes, some quail eggs and dried basil. So I eat this always and I just tweaked it a bit by adding atchara.

I don't know about you, but I love my veggies so I totally like this salad.