Yesterday me and my friend Ericka was watching pre-nuptial videos of this celebrities in the Philippines, we are so touched by words that they are telling to each other, you can see how in-love and happy they are, now I’m inspired to write a blog about marriage.
Marriage is a huge commitment. It’s not about a I’m just happy with him/her, it’s not about the distance that you have, it’s not about the magical feeling, it’s not how long that you two are together. But what is marriage anyway? Now a days a lot of people are getting married due to some reasons, like his girl friend got pregnant, fix marriage and long distance love affair etc., but do this people thought of what is marriage is all about?
Okay this is what I can say, I’ve been in this so-called getting-to-be-married-stage. I had a long distance relationship, yes! we planned to get married this year, but as the day goes by I realize a lot of things specially having a married life. So just to cut it short we ended up not getting married. Why? because one main reason is marriage is not the answer for our distance love affair, second it doesn’t mean that being deeply in love and happy with him still marriage is not the answer. I can say that I was enlightened by the word “MARRIAGE” because a lot of my friends are already married, then I realize that marriage is not a simple word or an act. It’s a lifetime commitment. I asked my self, am I ready for this life? am I sure that he’s the one? unfortunately my answer is no.
This is what I learned from this experience:
Why are you getting married?
Be honest and evaluate the reasons for engagement. From what I learned make sure you are not getting married to escape or avoid something. This is not a good reason to get married. And if you started to have second thoughts about it, you need to think carefully. Listen to your body, ask your self. Think about the next 20 years, do I still feel same after 20, 30, 50 years?
Take your time, don’t be in a rush. Remember marriage is a lifetime commitment. Regardless of what you heart says, you do not need to be in a rush to get married. It is important to take the time to prepare yourself for such a huge step. Are you emotionally ready to get married? You should question your reasons for wanting to marry this person. If it is to make you happy or relieve loneliness, you may find yourself disappointed after the wedding. Or if you have emotional wounds from your past that you have never dealt with, perhaps you should seek counseling about those issues before proceeding to marriage.
Do you know and trust your partner’s personal history?
The best predictor of future behavior is relevant past behavior. Learn from it. How has your partner behaved in past relationships? How have they behaved with you? What has your partner learned about marriage from his/her parents? Look closely at your partner’s parents — children learn what they live. (This is according to Dr. Phil, and I would highly agree on this)
And once you cheated on your fiancé it simply means you’re not emotionally mature or stable enough to contemplate committment. I mean, you’ve cheated on your fiancé for half of the time you’ve been together.
End the relationship – BOTH of them – before someone gets hurt.
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I could really use a hug now.
Not one of those “It’s nice to see you again, I‘ve really missed you” type of hugs or those “Goodbye for now” type of hugs, but an actual hug. The ones where each person has two arms wrapped around the other person’s body, holding on tight enough so no one feels the need to let go.
The ones that last for more than a couple of seconds so you can rest your head on the other person’s shoulder for a while. Not the one-armed hugs that need to be rushed so they could give a hug to the next person waiting to be hugged.
The hugs where you don’t have to say anything because in that moment we just click when we’re holding each other. Hugs that make you feel like the world is slowing down just for you and everything is going to be fine. It’s not just a hug anymore, it becomes something much more than that. One simple gesture had the power to motivate you and make you stronger.
Hugs like these are rare sense you’re not exactly sure when you’re going to receive another one again. Giving you every possible reason to cherish the moment and make it last.
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Trust is a very important element in life. Without it, there will be a lot of problems. For example, if you don’t trust you friend, will you be able to say secrets to them? Or, if you don’t trust you spouse or boyfriend/girlfriend. will you be able to sleep at night?
I believe for most people, the answers to the above questions would be NO.
But why do we lose trust in the first place? Is it because they don’t look trustworthy enough? Or is it because they’ve made some promises in the past and failed to fulfill?
For me, why I don’t trust certain people is because of the promises they’ve broken. Because a broken promise puts a barrier between me and the person. And the barrier keeps getting bigger with every broken promise. The level of trust keeps diminishing.
I just learned that I should never give promises if I’m not at-least 90% sure I can keep them. Same thing to my bosses, my co-workers and to my friends and family. Because I know once a “PROMISE” is made, my level of “TRUST” is at risk, because PROMISE and TRUST is a hard word to say. And if that promise is broken, I might find my self spending the next few days/weeks/months or even years rebuilding my trust.
What about you? Are you a person who loves to make promises but never fulfill them? Do you think the people around you will still trust you after those broken promises? Or are you someone like me who never give any promises unless you’re very confident that you can do it?
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Credits to this person who made me realize not to trust anyone. But he, himself just broke his PROMISES to me. I think because I’m just a “FRIEND” whom he just known for a year.
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For sure you will ask why? It’s because, It feels like they have all the freedom they want. They can go wherever they want, fly as high as they want to.
They make me smile, they ease my sadness, specially when a see a group of birds flying, they looked so happy. I want to know how it really feels flying up in the air. Feeling the soft breeze of the air. While I look down and see world. Ohh, it would definitely feel soooo
gooood!
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Postcripts To A BloodBath
by Eric Po on Tuesday, August 24, 2010 at 1:14pm
Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza’s hands. The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn’t listen so he used us to get everyone’s attention. Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn’t see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn’t understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head. Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate. I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don’t matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth. Heavy rain pitter-patter on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It’s like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive – for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang.
I know I will survive, I will come home.
-Bang Lu Min Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath
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I would to share this letter from Reigno Jose Dilao who has a big heart for his country.
August 23, 2010
“A letter from a teenage Filipino to the WHOLE WORLD”
As you are reading this letter, I bet that you have seen/heard about what happened earlier in our country.
Tourists were hostages of a policeman here, Rolando Mendoza. After a few hours of the horrible crime, some of the victims were dead including the hostage-taker.
I wrote this letter not just to apologize but also to let everyone know that we Filipinos are not all like Mendoza. We are loving and good-hearted people.
For so many years, our country has been standing tall and surpassing every dilemma; be it small or big. Years ago (back when I wasn’t born yet), you have watched us fight for what we think is right. We fought for the democracy of our nation.. The EDSA revolution. But that’s just one out of many.
Second. We Filipinos have been serving other countries for our families and we treat you as our own as well. With all due respect, I thank you all for giving us the trust through the years. For helping us to become what we are now.
The Philippines is more than just a group of islands. We are a nation of strong and remarkable people. A country of beauty and love known to be hospitable and well-valued. I humbly apologize for what happened tonight. No one in this world would want something like that to happen for life should be valued.
I politely ask the attention of the world. Please do not judge and mistreat us just because of what happened tonight. I have been searching the net and found terrible things. Hong Kong advices to avoid travels here, China and HK bans Filipinos and that Philippines is the worst place to go.
I can’t blame you for what you have decided but I hope that you could understand. Our country is now in a sea of problems. And I know for sure that we helped you in a way or another. Let peace and understanding reign this time.
I know that this letter will just be trash but I wish that you would understand. On behalf of the Philippine population.. WE ARE SORRY.
As a song puts it…
And I believe that in my life I will see an end to hopelessness, giving-up and suffering. And we all stand together this one time then no one will get left behind. Stand up for life. STAND UP FOR LOVE
Sincerely yours,
Reigno Jose Dilao
Catbalogan City, Samar
(End of Letter)
And to you Reigno Jose Dilao, I salute you for writing this letter. Kudos to you!
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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had fought CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, if we push thru with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.
So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6
THIS STORY REALLY CATCHED MY HEART ♥
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Miss Universe 2010 is the most awaited pageant in the globe. It was held August 23, 2010 at Mandalay Bay Resorts and Casino Las Vegas, Nevada USA.
A total of 83 candidates all over the world competing for the crown.
And here is the summary of the pageant.
The top 15 Miss Universe bets are from the following countries:
Puerto Rico
Ukraine
Mexico
Belgium
Ireland
South Africa
France
Australia
Jamaica
Russia
Albania
Colombia
Guatemala
Czech Republic
PHILIPPINES
Top 10 finalist are.
Ireland (Rozanna Purcell)
Albania (Angela Martini)
Jamaica (Yendi Phillipps)
Mexico (Jimena Navarrete)
Ukraine (Anna Poslavska)
Puerto Rico (Mariana Paola Vicente)
South Africa (Nicole Flint)
Guatemala (Jessica Scheel)
Australia (Jesinta Campbell)
PHILIPPINES (VENUS RAJ)
Top 5 finalist
Mexico (Jimena Navarrete)
Australia (Jesinta Campbell)
Jamaica (Yendi Phillipps)
Ukraine (Anna Poslavska)
PHILIPPINES (VENUS RAJ)
Miss Thailand won the most photogenic and the best national costume. While Miss Australia won the Miss Congeniality award.
Miss Universe 2010 is Miss Mexico. First runner up is Miss Jamaica, followed by Miss Australia, Miss Ukraine and Miss PHILIPPINES.
Navarrete delighted pageant judges when asked about her opinion about monitoring children’s use of the Internet.
“Well, I believe that Internet is an indispensable tool in this present time and we must be very careful and watch over what our children watch and see, our teenagers watch and see. And we must be sure to teach them the value that we learn as a family so that they may use the Internet properly,” she told judges.
Raj, meanwhile, asked the one biggest mistake that she made in her life and what she did to make it right.
“You know what, sir, in my 22 years of existence I can say that there’s nothing major, major problem that I’ve done in my life because I’m very confident with my family with the love that they are giving to me. So thank you so much that I’m here. Thank you, thank you so much!,” she said.
PROUD TO BE A FILIPINO ♥
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This my very first time to a write a blog, seriously I don’t know why I did this. Maybe due to boredom? homesickness? yah, I think homesickness is the reason I created this so-called “blog”.
So let’s get started.
I’m Tina, I just turned 23 years old, I know I’m getting old, Hehe. Okay, back to business. I really don’t know what to say, there are a lot of things in my mind now. hmm… when I was thinking what to write, my phone rang and my friend called me and talk anything under the sun. So I just thought to write about people’s life about migrating to other countries.
Let me start on my experience, I’ve been here in Canada and away from the Philippines for 8 months. I can say I’m still adjusting to weather, people, environment etc. Honestly, I really don’t want to go here for some reasons, and as the day goes by and as I heard people’s story why they are migrating or working to other country I realize I’m bless to have an opportunity like this. I mean I don’t need to find an agency or what so ever, just to migrate or to work to other country. I always ask my self is it really that I don’t want to go here or I just left someone in the Philippines, maybe your right just because maybe I left someone in the Philippines. Anyway, when I knew that we were migrating to Canada, there are mix emotions that were running through my veins on that moment. I swear! any emotions that you could think off. But I have no choice, I need to go here, even though it’s hard specially saying good-bye to my love one. Okaaaay.. So much of drama. 
It’s so hard to find a job specially that I don’t have a work experience in this country but after 3 months I found a job in a retail store, I worked as a grocery stacker but unfortunately I just got hired for the renovation of the store, so I’m still looking for job and fortunately I got a hired to work in a hotel as a room attendant or a chambermaid, omg! it’s a really a difficult job. I need to clean a maximum of 16 rooms in a day, but then again unfortunately I got fired, for unknown reason. I realize that every time I’m done cleaning a room that supervisor always called me she wanted me get back to that room and re-clean it, even though its clean, unfair right? maybe some people are really racist. I don’t have work for 2 months and after 2 months I found again a job at a café, I worked as a barista, would you believe for almost 2 months my shift on that café is only 6 hrs in week..gaaaddd! even though I’m on training is not right, and the manager is not open to her employee so I resigned again, but before I resigned to that café I got hired to this café, it’s a popular café though. The people there are very nice and friendly and I would say I’m so happy working with them. You’ll probably think that I worked for a lot of company and why I don’t stay that long because there are conflicts or issues that cannot be resolved, but there is always a good side. Like the saying “Everything happens for a reason”.
Finding a job is ain’t easy, I’ve been through a lot of interview and job fair some may say that I’m qualified and they will call me back for a second interview but they never did, some people will judge your nationality, some will even question why do I speak English fluently or even my résumé. Would you believe in one of the million interviews that I had he asked me if I really made resume..gaaddd! stupid question and stupid people..LOL! But at the end of the I always thank God for all those interview experience. And yah, “Patience is a Virtue”.
And now, I’m so happy in the company that I’m working with.
So let me cut this short..
Migrating or working in other country is so difficult, some may say no some may say yes. But for me, for the 8 months that I’m away from my home country I will definitely say yes! it’s really difficult. For the people who are thinking to migrate or work to other country be ready not only physical but also mentally and emotionally. And for the people who are supported by their family, love ones or relatives who is working in other country let me say this to you guys “THEY DON’T POOP MONEY TO SUPPORT YOU, THEY WORK SO HARD JUST TO GIVE ALL YOUR NEEDS” they will take any jobs, as in any jobs from being a garbage collector or from being a CEO of a company just to support and give all your needs.
Think about it. 
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