stress free - miss stress

can we call her, miss stress?
my soon-to-be mom again friend who was... (you know the story)

why miss stress? because she was... before.
ofcourse, who cant be streessed in that situation?
maybe some will be more than that!

and it is the unique characteristic of her...
being stressed is normal... a lot of things annoys her...
and since its normal... its easier to handle...
she dont want to be stressed forever, so she'll let it go.

we are having conversation again.
but i was so surprised.
after 3 days... she is no longer the bitterness - miss stress!
i am now talking with stress free - miss stress!!!

i am happy to know that she is healing.
she is still in pain, but she knows that she shouldnt be stucked there for long.
she was very angry. she wanted revenge. but after entertaining the feeling, she stopped. who wants to be mad forever? who wants to keep the bitterness???

Revenge never heals a wound. it will just prolong the agony...

she wanted to forgive the 'ex'...
i know this will need a longer time.
for now, she can only forget. and that is a good start... a quick start actually!!!
how? she was sticking in her mind that 'ex' is gone... he is now resting in peace :) so that she wont expect that one day he will come back, because he wont.

she is letting go. quite fast? i know!
but that is her. she is miss stress!
and that is one thing that we, her friends, admire about her...

she accepted it. everything WAS over.

she was never that strong woman as you think she is...
she is weak... fragile... delicate.
but she is a woman of strength...
her faith, above all else keeps her going.

she knows that God will provide. (that is her shoutout on her friendster profile)
He who gives you the day will also give the things necessary for the day!
she might not have anything but we all know that this faith will give her everything...

in four months time, her baby will be born.
the source of her hope.
she knows that all this pain will end as soon as she see arrives...
and i believe everybody agrees to that!

and, she has kept her goals.
despite of all the stress and bitterness...
she managed to be focus.
she knows the reason why she needs to go on.
a decent living for her children. and she is dedicated to that!

i never knew her as a God fearing person.
she dont go to church... she is not even sure of her religion...
but she knows how to pray...
and she believes that our prayers are answered not when we are given what we asked, but when we are challeged to be what we can be...
she was challenged & she accepted it.

she is in the middle of this battle & her only weapon to survive is the little faith that is in her heart to keep the stress away!

the Coke Side of Life - 1904

seeing the sea

this is my relaxation...

water, sand and sunset.

i can never forget how my first step in the beach was, with my tita bunso.
we went to cavite for their company outing. i can barely recall the exact place, but all the details were in my photo album, at home.
i dont know how to float then... how to swim in open water. all i know is that i enjoyed it more that swimming pools. i love the water. the sand... it was all perfectly created.
years later, i was on my own... and more than shopping, i would spend money on beach.
feeling the fresh air... hearing the sound of the waves... its all worth the stay.
as if all your worries will be washed away by the waves.
i can feel that i was closer to God... the sky is within the horizon.
& at night... only stars will give light...
huuh! thank God its weekend... :)
you now know where to find me for the next 2 days...

women survives

Finally, I’m not busy today…
Work is manageable. Some are just waiting for signatures.
Weather is great. I had delicious lunch.
Everything is just fine… except for me.

I’ve been suffering from menstrual pains…
And it really hurts.
I know this is normal, but it’s not like this all the time.
Today is different. I don’t know why & I don’t want to know…
My head is aching… and I am feeling cold.

While writing this, I’m having a chat conversation with a friend...
She is in pain as well… not because of Dysmenorrhea but because her boyfriend who happens to be the father of the child she is bearing just left her…
And now, she was broken… don’t even know how to pick up the pieces…

Then I realize… these are just some kind of pain that only women can bear.
A monthly period that hurts so much that doesnt only lasts for hours… it can happen in countless days and it may even take weeks.
This is simple, this is just physical pain… and we endure it, every month…
We can’t always excuse ourselves to go to work because it seemed so childish to others. But the truth is… it really really hurts.

But mine was just mixed up with all the stress & pressures for the past weeks… all the physical activities that I did - and just with this thought… makes me feel less guilty because I was complaining with something that I should be used to. –I am not complaining… I was just sharing my experience & what I feel… OK!

Now, I thought about my friend’s situation. I don’t exactly know how to comfort her. I can feel her burden, just two weeks ago; she had some spotting… maybe because also of stress… she knew its happening, and now, it was over.

She is carrying a child inside her body. She fought for it. She gave up everything for the relationship & for the baby…and now; she is alone, with nothing.

In four months time, she will deliver her child. She said she have to do it alone, there is no other choice. That is the fact.

Then I realize, how painful will it be. The physical pain, the emotional pain… This dysmenorrhea is intolerable, I am hurting. How about her? The pain sucks… it can kill anybody. But not her…she has to be alive. She has to continue living, for her child…

We both have to move on, and so as every women in the same condition. I have to work. I need to work. She has to start all over again. Find a new job. Build new dreams and push her to move forward.

This not about feminism or something… This is just about two women, both in pain… and about some women, who feels the same.

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A strong woman VS A woman of strength
by Luke Easter & Dee Cheeks

A strong woman

works out every day to keep her body in shape...

but
A woman of strength

kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape...

A strong woman

isn't afraid of anything...

but
A woman of strength

shows courage in the midst of her fear...

A strong woman

won't let anyone get the best of her...

but
A woman of strength

gives the best of her to everyone...

A strong woman

makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future...
A woman of strength

realizes life's mistakes can also be God's blessings and capitalizes on them...

A strong woman

walks sure footedly...

but
A woman of strength

knows God will catch her when she falls...

A strong woman

wears the look of confidence on her face...

but
A woman of strength

wears grace...

A strong woman

has faith that she is strong enough for the journey...

but
A woman of strength

has faith that it is in the journey that she will become strong...

the Grand Launch of Atlantis Hotel

the most awaited grand opening of Atlantis Hotel in Palm Jumeira lit the Dubai skyline last thursday night - 27th November 2008.

one of the latest pride of dubai, Atlantis is the focal point of Palm Jumeira...

the fireworks lasted for about 30 minutes... we were along the Umm Sequiem beach road. all the people who waited for the presentation were all amazed by the spectacular fireworks display.

this proves that Atlantis is a must see... well, i havent been there...

but. wait for my update & ill show you around :)

*ito talaga ang bansang ayaw pakabog!!!*

the magic hour

the colors changes... as fast as the wind blows.

Shooting the Clouds

this is one thing that i noticed here in Middle East.
the sky is always sooo wide open. i seldom see clouds. as if we dont have roof and that the force from the universe can always absorb our power... no sheilds from illegal aliens!!!

but now, they're back :)
few and not thick... but still... there are some!

Sand Storm + Rain = +*)$%#$%_+^^

yesterday... it rained.
after 10 months, i felt the cold drop of water from up above.
not that much, though...
but the thought - counts :)

this is the beginning of the winter in the middle east...
no snow, but sand storm...
dust all over...

some people were disgusted with all the sand covering their cars...
which was followed by rain drops...
equals mud :)
they all needed to clean their cars early in the morning, before going to office,
or queued in the emarat station for car wash.

some were disappointed after seeing their newly washed clothes hanged with dirt...
and needed to wash everything again.

there was a heavy traffic on the main road.
some of our colleagues spent 3 hours to reach office...

it was sunday morning.
beginning of the week...
a not - so - good to start!!!
stressed all around!

but this is the reality.
and we only have two choices from this situation...

never forget:
that weather "officially" kick off summer & "launch" winter :)

i finally see clouds again...

PS. this blog was suggested by kickers...

how long is forever

can this word really means a lifetime?
or rather, is there really a word such forever?

you promised to be there, till the end of time...
yet you were not there at any time.

forever has been an abused word for broken promises...
people swore... telling that they will be together, forever.
that nothing can change... no one can keep them apart.
words that deceive others... but gives hope to some.

love and forever are partners.
they bind each other.
what if the bond was broken & forever fades?
how can love continues to journey without a trace?

never think someone will be there forever...
forever is a long time & time has a way of changing things.

sometimes, the littlest thing in life changes something...
& there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be...
but you just cant because things have changed so much...

and this isnt good or bad... only the way of things.
nothing stays the same... and so thus forever wont remain.

Two Choices

You always have two choices to react on a certain situation: the positive & negative reaction. - I've learned that since i was in grade 5, after i read the book "The Power of Positive Thinking." and it helped me a lot... i became a positive thinker! yes, i am - 85% positive and 15% negative. i am optimistic... and when the 15% becomes stronger than the 85%, i quickly switched my gears. I will entertain my gloomy moment, analyze, think positively... and soon, i can face the world again.

A positive attitude may not solve all my problems... it cant bring me home in 24 hours! but it removes my misery, the heavy feeling of loneliness and so changed my outer aspects. my moods... my temper... i was really exhausted during the past few days! and you wouldnt want to see how i looked, my colleagues noticed those sudden changes.

but i am better now. a lot better. i thought about the good things of staying here... not that much, but still, there were few :) i started dreaming again and i strongly believe that it will come true. i know that soon, i can embrace my life again. i dont need to rush, i just have to wait patiently for that time... and it wont take long.

for now... i have so much blessings to enjoy & to share to other people. i just have to concentrate on counting... and i am determined to be always cheerful and happy, in whatever situation i may be, i learned that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our disposition, and not upon our circumstances.

there are 2 kinds of light -

the glow that illuminates & the glare that obscures.

2006

the last Christmas that i can remember...

sometimes, i keep asking why we have to leave?

why do we need to sacrifice our time?

minutes that should be spent with our loved ones.

seconds that can last forever with them just slips away from our palm...

and being far, we tend to wish that time must run fast...

that we hope the day will be over in a snap...

we dont want to check the clock, no more counting the minutes that past.

instead, looking forward to the next weeks... months... years...

until the day that we arrive home again.

a month of vacation will be a lifetime memory.

few days with them and it will all be heaven's glory.

i wonder why life is a misery... why do we need live in agony.

i am longing for their hugs & kisses...

i cant wait to hear the sound when they giggle...

and at times that they are in pain...

i want to be with them to wipe their tears away.

but in this life that i am taking...

i dont know until when will i be missing...

those moments with them that i know is running...

because soon, they are also leaving.

i hope one day, i can shout STOP!

i can take a seat, and be relaxed.

if given a chance or a wish maybe...

i'll wish that we are together again, my whole family.

Sana Ngayong Pasko (Ariel Rivera)

Pasko na naman
Ngunit wala ka pa
Hanggang kailan kaya
Ako’y maghihintay sa iyo

Bakit ba naman
Kailangang lumisan pa
Ang tanging hangad ko lang
Ay makapiling ka

Sana ngayong Pasko
Ay maalala mo pa rin ako
Hinahanap-hanap pag-ibig mo
At kahit wala ka na
Nangangarap at umaasa pa rin ako
Muling makita ka
At makasama ka
Sa araw ng Pasko

Pasko na naman
Ngunit wala ka pa
Hanggang kailan kaya
Ako’y maghihintay sa iyo

Bakit ba naman
Kailangang lumisan pa
Ang tanging hangad ko lang
Ay makapiling ka

Sana ngayong Pasko
Ay maalala mo pa rin ako
Hinahanap-hanap pag-ibig mo
At kahit wala ka na
Nangangarap at umaasa pa rin ako
Muling makita ka
At makasama ka
Sa araw ng Pasko

Sana ngayong Pasko…

sad tuesday

another day ends.

sometimes, it feels like we just have to let it go...

everyday seems the same.

nothing new. no excitement for tomorrow.

it will just be the same as yesterday...

is this what life is all about?

i know it wasnt... before.

things changed. i dont know what went wrong.

maybe, this phase, which i call homesickness, will pass...

i would want to think it will...

because if it wont...

i cant recall living... i couldnt recognize life.

sometimes, i ask myself...

why am i here? it made me feel like a robot.

am i still alive?

i wonder if i am the only one suffering.

i know this is something that i shouldnt feel.

but this is real...

something is wrong...

am i lost? i dont know.

i am feeling numb...

confused? bothered? stressed?

i am not.

but for now, i just want to entertain this feeling.

bear with me.

i am definitely sad...

i asked myself the whole time, what is the reason...

and i found the answer.

i miss home.

differences that makes a difference

we are all unique.
made perfectly imperfect.

as an individual, each of us have our own identity...
a passion of its own!

our talents, skills, interest, strength & weaknesses are all part of who we are as a person. an individual. we gain all these through experiences... with the help of other people. we can never learn alone. whether with family, friends, colleagues, neighbors, partners... each individual who possess distinctive characteristic. we grow through them.

discovering new things, learning new techniques... even realizing our own self.

sometimes, a big part of you came from somebody close to you. maybe, you grew up together or someone who played a significant role in your life. somebody you admire or somebody you loved.
as a couple, maybe... just maybe, you've both grown together, individually. and despite all the adjustments with your differences, it helped you... both of you, to discover out something new about yourself.

you were able to find your feet on her shoes... liked things that you once hated, or despised those you once find irresistable. as years went on, you became her & vice versa. comfortable with each other... being one.

but opposite attracts.

what will happen if there were no individuality anymore?

when boredom comes. what's next?

at some time, we can all reach this point...

maybe, no one should part with their individuality and become that of another.

maybe, we need to preserve something that is us so we cannot lose ourself.

Perhaps, only those people who are capable of real togetherness are those who recognize their individuality and value their differences...

When Love Isn’t All that Matter

It is in giving that we receive…it is in loving that we are loved.
How can you supposed to be loved, if there is nothing more to give?

Isn’t your all enough?
Is your best wasn’t good as you think it was?
How can you bring happiness when you weren’t happy?
How can you dream if your world is empty?

We all have different interpretations of what love really is…
Different styles of expressing that feeling…
Different ways to be satisfied…
Different meaning to understand…

Rick Warren spells love as T-I-M-E.
Because the essence of love is not what we think or do, or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.

In 1 Corinthians, it is written that love is patient & kind…
Not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish, or irritable;
Love does not keep record of wrongs…

You gave your T-I-M-E… your whole life.
You were patient… you were kind.
Yet this seemed didn’t matter… this was JUST not enough…
How can you still hold on to the promise of love?

Most of us tend to hold on…
Tries to bring back that little spark…
But how can love be justified, if there’s a pain that kills you inside?

When loving means believing, and believing means loving
How long can one stand suffering?
Of the love that was really hurting…

Until when can enough be stopped?
And letting go be on the positive track…
For it is not always in holding on or fighting for,
...love is not ours to command.(photo by ericson)

Buzzzyyy 2 Weeks

2nd week of November is running...
and i missed a lot of days to post something for my blog.
and i felt sad for that.

i hope i can cope up.
i miss writing so much...

for my Kopimate - Mayjay

all saints' day passed...

but not all saints...

today, our very own Goddess is celebrating her special day.

our Saint Mayjay's Birthday.

you asked me why?

i'll asked you, why not?

she is one of the "darling of the press"

"hero of the oppress"

"miss congeniality"

but never... "ms. confidentiality"

everybody loves her.

nobody hates her.

everybody wants to be her friend...

though she's not everybody's friend.

most of us are thankful...

almost all are grateful...

having mayjay around is joyful...

when she's gone, its awful...

young at heart, she'll always be...

the baby sister for everybody.

she's so jolly, like jollibee...

sometimes moody, just like me.

but what's important is to know who is she...

she's somebody, a friend should be.

happy BURPday MEHE!

we miss you so much...