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A Boyfriend

Posted: December 5, 2013 in family, love, passion, Q and A
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Question of the Day: Who do you miss?

I consider myself really lucky as my family is still complete.  Granted, we are not physically together and I sometimes miss them but with the help of technology I can communicate with one and/or all of them.

What I do miss a lot, though, is having a boyfriend.  Yes, not a specific boyfriend, but just having someone to call my boyfriend.

Someone to hold my hand and someone whose hand I can hold.  Someone to kiss me on the cheek and someone whose cheek I can kiss.  Anytime and anywhere I feel like doing so.

A shoulder to lean on when I need one and someone to offer my shoulder to when needed.

I want to feel strong arms wrapped around me.  And I terribly miss wrapping my arms around someone.

I miss all those things but the one thing I miss the most about having a boyfriend is having a best friend.  I know that some people think that you should not consider your beloved partner your best friend because once that happens it can take the romance out of the relationship.  But, I believe otherwise.

My parents consider each other best friends and, despite the distance physically separating them, I can feel the love between them.

And is what is missing in my life. A partner, soul mate, best friend, and boyfriend in one.

 

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LDR

Posted: November 28, 2013 in love, passion, Q and A
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Question of the Day: What was the last risk you took?

I cannot think of a bigger risk than taking the leap of faith in LOVE.

And, like every normal person I know, I did my fair share of leaping when it comes to love.  I also made more than one leap in my lifetime and fell flat on my face an equal number of times.

But, I am grateful for those falls, even if they did not end up in “happily ever after” for me.  Those falls helped me grow up and mature in leaps and bounds.  Every fall taught me certain lessons in life, lessons that I would not have learned otherwise.

The greatest leap/risk I ever took in love was to try long-distance relationship with someone I’ve never met.  I know it sounds a bit crazy but, I swear, the connection was real.  As real as if we actually met in a mall.

But, like all the other leaps-in-love I took, this one did not pan out.  It taught me that even good men can cheat and to trust less easily.  To make the next man I meet earn my trust first.

Question of the Day: Where do you find pleasure?

I have always had varied interests but the first ever hobby I had that really brought me so much joy was reading.  As a kid, I would devour the stories in my lecture books even before school started and then I discovered fiction.

Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley Twins, Sweet Valley High, Sweet Dreams. These were some of the first series I fell in love with.

Since then, books have been my escape.  I would run into those pages to hide from my reality whenever I feel like my world is starting to get too small.

Then, I guess as a consequence of my addiction to this alternate reality, I started to write.  I found it extremely gratifying to try and create my own world.  Weave an entire reality from a string of letters I created.

I would write short story after short story, poem after poem.  The only problem is I lost most of what I wrote when I was younger.  I also lost the passion as I grew older and I regret that.  But, I really hope to God I can revive that with this blog. 🙂

So for years those two things were my hobbies then I started working and discovered food.

When I moved to the big city with my sister, we made a pact.  Every pay day, we will try out new restaurants and new cuisine.  We were able to try a lot of different things together but our favorite restaurant then was The Spaghetti Factory.

It wasn’t fine dining but it was an adventure.  You can choose the type of pasta you want from 8 options and the sauce from more than 200 options.  We found it hard to remember what combinations we already tried but we always looked forward to those dinners.  It was a break from my usual Filipino dishes.

Then, it dawned on me.  I can cook Filipino dishes and I am starting to get bored cooking the same dishes I know week after week.  So, I started to try out new recipes.  The first cuisine I tried was, of course, Italian.  PASTA!!!

Since I was able to create “edible” dishes and didn’t cause stomach ache to any of my family it turned into another hobby.  It became my refuge after a harrowing week.  Now, I’ve tried and successfully cooked some Italian, American, Thai, Chinese, and German dishes.  The only thorn on my side is French and I hope to improve on that.  I also plan to be able to make maki someday as this is my current obsession now.

However, I don’t get to cook everyday as I am usually too tired to be productive whenever I get home from work.  Most days, I just want to sit on the couch and be a potato and this gave birth to my obsession to tv shows.

I will not even try to enumerate all the shows I watch as there are too many but I love sitcoms and cop shows.  My favorite character is probably Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds.  After all, it was the first series I got addicted to and I still follow this show, along with a dozen others (I think!). 🙂

But, despite all these hobbies there are two things that I cannot live without and would always give me the biggest pleasure: my family and friends.

Whenever I feel down, I like to surround myself with them and they are also the ones I want to celebrate with when I have little triumphs.  They helped made me the person I am today and are continuously helping me mold myself to be a better person.

These people are my life.  My love.  My soul.

 

 

You Refuse to be Happy

Posted: August 23, 2013 in heart, love
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“Your health is suffering because you refuse to be happy with your job.”

My father’s words that touched the very core of my being when I started to complain about my job, again.

Yes, I admit that I do complain a lot.  That I jump from one job to another because I keep looking for that perfect set-up in a perfect job.  But, I am now starting to realize that maybe the perfect set-up in a perfect job does not and will never exist.  And, maybe, this time my father’s right.  That it should be about time I start to love and be thankful for what I have.

Perfect or not.

So, no matter how hard it will be, I decided to try and love the job that I have now.  To give it my all and try to be the best sales engineer the company ever had.  To prove to the management that they did not make a mistake when they decided to hire me.

Trying to do all that may cause a little bit of stress for me but at least it will help pay the bills. Plus, I have a car I can use.  Better start counting my blessings now, instead of my grievances. 🙂

Stories

Posted: July 11, 2013 in love, short story
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I used to write short stories but, lately, I haven’t had the time nor the inspiration to do so.  But, I still like to share one of the few stories that I feel is good enough to share.

So, to my meager followers out there, please read the story below and let me know if it’s good or not.  It will only take a few minutes of your time. 🙂

 

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waiting

 

i glanced at my watch and realized that i am 30 minutes early. guess i’m just that excited to be with you. i laughed at myself a bit as i look around our favorite coffee shop. you have always had that effect on me. you always made me feel that being with you is the most important thing in the world and everything else should take a back seat.

and i know that being with me has the same effect on you, i thought to myself as i look around. you have proven that once too many.

with 30 minutes to spare i decided to take stock of my surroundings. that old couple we have always admired is sitting, once again, at their favorite table. peter, the old man, is sipping his latte and mary, his wife, is having tea like she always did. it had always fascinated us how this couple had looked so contented with their daily routine. like they do not care what happens to the rest of the world as long as they are together. and, i have to admit, seeing them together like this never failed to awaken that little grren-eyed monster inside me. i mean, who wouldn’t be jealous of an old couple who is, clearly, still happy with each other?

so, with that green-eyed monster beginning to awaken in me, i took my eyes off the old couple and looked to my right.

and i was surpised to see that matt, the stud we always see with a different girl on his arm, is having coffee by himself. this is a first, i thought to myself. and this is also the first time i have seen him sitting at the same table two weeks in a row. as i stare a bit more i realized that he also has a different air about him. i remember how he used to remind us of a little boy with ants in his pants. like he could not stay in one place for more than 5 minutes. always restless to do something else or go some place else. and, as evidenced by his multiple girlfriends, be with someone else. but today he just looked contented with what he’s doing, which is drinking coffee and reading a book. and, as i look at him, i realized that things can change and that someone like him could embrace a routine just as the old couple had.

wishing him all the best in the world, I turned to look at our favorite barista.

anne is a petite girl who had always had a knack for guessing your favorite drink, even before you order it that first time you visit. yes, very Chocolat.

and this is the reason why we decided to come back that second time. to see just how good she is. then, we just got hooked to the place. with it’s cozy decorations, pleasant service crew, and interesting clientele. and, as i sit there, anne turned and caught me looking at her. i smiled and she smiled back. she raised her hand and sort of waved at me. but, i know better. she was telling me that i just have to wait for 5 more minutes. something she has always done ever since that fateful day. it has been a tradition between us and i have always been grateful to her for starting it.

i glanced at my watch and realized that the 5 minutes is over. and, like clockwork, anne was there by our table with our usual order. cafe americano for you and cappuccino for me. i smiled at her as she placed them carefully on our table thinking that this is one tradition i will always keep. she straightened up and, as always, patted my shoulder before going back to the counter.

i glanced at our drinks and my mind flashed back to that day, like it always does. i remember sitting here, waiting. our drinks going cold as i stared at them and wondered where you were, why were you late, and why haven’t you called. and, as time passed, it became apparent that you weren’t going to show up for our date. but, even then, i couldn’t get mad at you for standing me up because i felt that you had a pretty good reason for doing so.

the tears started to fall, as they always do. and i remembered how anne turned on the television set in time for the news flash that proved to me how you had always felt for me. you crossed the street in a hurry. you didn’t want to be late for our coffee date. everything else has always taken a backseat, even your own safety.

i reached for your cafe americano and stroked the handle of the cup. i never drink coffee anymore. it reminds me too much of what we shared, of what we will never share again. but, i vowed to be here for our weekly coffee date, always at our favorite table with our favorite drinks. hoping for that day when we could finally be together again.

and, taking one last look at our drinks, i picked up my bag, stood up and saw the old couple looking at me while holding each other’s hands. they smiled at me with pity in their eyes. i smiled at them because i know that they will treasure each other more now after that fateful day.

i passed by matt’s table and felt him look up. i smiled at him because i know that the change in him started that fateful day. he smiled back and reached out to touch my hand. i squeezed it for a second and turned to leave.

with my hand on the door, i turned to look at anne. she smiled and waved. i waved back and left, knowing i will be back again next week. same day, same time.

 

 

Have I Forgotten?

Posted: January 11, 2013 in love
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As I was riding the MRT on my way home tonight, I realized something.  That I think I have forgotten what it feels like to be kissed and to kiss someone.

I mean, sure, I kiss my parents on their cheeks or forehead but I wasn’t talking about that.  I was talking more about the romantic, soul-shattering type of kiss.  It has been almost four years since someone actually gave me one.  Talk about a dry spell.

But, the weird thing is, I think I miss the kisses more than the down-and-dirty part.  I think it has a lot more to do with the fact that a kiss is more than just a kiss.

It gives me that certain connection with someone, something that I find so hard to forge with just anyone.  It also gives me hope that tells me I just might not grow old alone.

Plus, I love the idea of giving someone even the most innocent of kisses just because I can and have the right to do so.

And, as I look out the window of the train, I realized that I am in deep funk.  I am in so deep a funk that I have actually been obsessing over the same sets of romance novels over and over again just so I can imagine what it’s like to be kissed.

So, have I forgotten what it feels like?

I haven’t but I am afraid that I will forget someday soon.  And I’m afraid that when that happens I will have forgotten how to love as well.

True Love

Posted: November 18, 2012 in love
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I had the pleasure of attending a very grand wedding.

Expected number of guests were around 800 and the reception was done in a huge ballroom of a five-star hotel.  The food was excellent and everyone was dressed to the nines.

And as part of the program, they had a trivia contest where people can win prizes.  The grand prize was an iPad 3.  I did not win, of course. 

But, the best part for me was when they showed clips of the wedding ceremony during the reception.  There were shots of the groom crying as he watched his bride walk down the aisle.

When I saw that I thought to myself, I want that.

I do not want a grand wedding where 800 guests are expected.  Nor do I want an extravagant one where the grand prize is an iPad 3.

No, I want a simple wedding. An intimate one but I do want to find a groom who will be so in love with me that he’d shed a few tears as he watch me walk down the aisle. 

Now that would be my dream wedding.