I”ll Wait

This is such an inspiring song …

My life is filled with
Maybe’s stops and go’s
It’s a windy road
Sometimes I’m spinning
Bout to lose control
But I know you know It’s a journey and I’m getting closer
So that i can see
So I am living in the moment
Trusting cause I know your promise
Is in front of me

It doesn’t matter how long i wait
How long it takes I’ll wait
I found peace in being still
If it’s your will I’ll wait

Love will you ever find your way
To my lonely heart
Could it be, that there’s a perfect plan for me
Is it destiny

It’s a journey and I’m getting closer
So that i can see
So I am living in the moment
Trusting cause I know your promise
Is in front of me

It doesn’t matter how long i wait
How long it takes I’ll wait
I found a peace in being still
If it’s your will I’ll wait…

Hope Springs Eternal

I am difficult and handful

But your kindness melted my façade

At first, I did not care

But your persistence won by miles

Together, we dreamed of our future

Only to be washed away by the receding waves….

A life without you Is like a leaf blown by the wind

Nestled high above the waters

Floating aimlessly at sea

My successes are empty victories

Shallow smiles rest on my lips

All consuming anger drenched into the abyss…

I wanted answers

You gave me excuses

I begged for us to stay

Yet you repeatedly

and purposely shooed me away…

Since then

I’ve been counting the days we’ve been apart

Days that turned into years

But never have I ever forgotten

The wrath of a woman scorned

That brought havoc from one generation to another…

Until at last, salvation found me

My knight dressed in shinning Armani

My heart once devoid of emotion

The New Us

Hope spring eternal…

<August 11, 2021> I was reading an online novel and I just can’t help but pour out my heart to the characters of “The Sun’s Heartbeat” by Jonaxx.

The Heart of a Woman

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The heart of a woman weeps…

when she is alone

when she looks back

and find no one.

                    The heart of a woman weeps…

                    when she is scared

                    when mountains draw near her

                    and rocks come crushing through.

The heart of a woman weeps…

when she is in pain

when a yoke becomes too heavy

and her hands become swollen.

                    The heart of a woman weeps…

                    when she feels sad and blue

                    when things hit rock bottom

                    and emptiness linger.

The heart of a woman weeps…

when she sees a dream die

when something she holds so dear

vanishes right in front of her eyes.

                    The heart of a woman weeps…

                    when scars repeatedly bleed

                    when an ember fires anew

                    long after the ashes fade.

Oh, the heart of a woman weeps even more…

when she can’t let her tears show

when everything needs to be kept

locked in the secret of time.

 

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On friendship, film and fangirling

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Team Chinoy or Team Tisoy?

Being a certified adik, of course I would always go for the chinky-eyed RY. I guess, there’s no getting over the Sir Chief syndrome long after the BCWMH serye ended. And now after 2 years, my all-time favorite couple has finally appeared on the big screen and I surely wouldn’t miss it for the world!

Yesterday, I had a great girl bonding with my fellow adiks (Grace and Hanahrainy  – yes, THE Hanahrainy who gave us FLLL, CIL, Bittersweet and other equally wonderful ffs in the whole jochard ffdom) during the block screening of The Achy Breaky Hearts at Dolphy Theater. The night literally and figuratively rained with kilig, tears and nostalgia because of the movie’s unforgettable lines/scenes. Allow me to share some of them (the lines are not verbatim, but they run through the same thought)….

(Scene): The mother and daughter convo of Chingay…

(Lines/Mom): Hindi porket mahal mo at mahal ka, pwede na…

Reflection: This is so, so true. There are far more important things to consider than what you feel towards each other – his/her family, responsibilities, priorities and most importantly T-I-M-E. I can very well relate to this being a single parent, separated and finally meeting someone at an unfortunate time. <Relate much talaga!>

(Scene): The mother and daughter convo of Chingay…

(Lines/Mom): Naging masaya ka for 7 years without them… Hindi mo sila kailangan para sumaya ka, para maging kumpleto ka…

Reflection: This is the mind speaking. 100% true, but easier said than done. My corporate journey gave me so much prestige and fulfillment (I couldn’t ask for more), but at the end of the day – when I lay down to sleep, a comfy bed with a gazillion pillows cannot and will not compensate for human warmth <sigh>.

(Scene): The sisters confrontation about Jenny’s pregnancy and early marriage

(Lines/Jenny): Ate, pag nahanap mo na ang taong para sa ‘yo – dapat ipaglaban mo. Huwag mo nang pakakawalan… Kahit bata pa ako, alam ko ito na yun…

Reflection: Love encompasses age and reason. This is a universal truth. But what makes this line so ironic is the fact that Jenny, being the younger sibling, was the first to find his one true love.

(Scene): Ryan reenacting “Paris” moment with Chingay at the back of his pick-up…

(Lines/Ryan): Hindi man kita madala sa Paris, dadalhin ko na lang ang Paris sa yo…

Reflection: I really admire men who give extra effort for their women. Sometimes, its not the content of the box/gift but on how it was wrapped/given to you. This is the point where I too, fell for Ryan (the character). No offense for the actor ha (disclaimer lang), but I’m guilty of being biased to RY. In fact, I can’t help but push elbows with Hanahrainy who is sitting beside me because I cannot contain my kilig. To add to your viewing pleasures, hope you can watch the episode of TWA where it featured Boy Abunda’s recent interview with IV, JSM and RY.  

(Scene): Chingay reciting a mantra to herself after the confrontation with Ryan’s ex

(Lines/Chingay): Wag kang iiyak, wag kang iiyak… (then plays a hilarious song to prevent herself from crying but eventually broke down to tears)

Reflection: We all have ways of coping up with stressful/hurtful events in our lives. In Psychology, they call it defense mechanism. It layman’s term, it is simply our way of protecting ourselves. Surely, we can build a powerful façade to mask our true feelings, but nothing beats a good cry. Kudos to JSM for making a seemingly simple crying scene impactful.

(Scene): Frank bidding goodbye to Chinggay

(Lines/Frank): Ako ba talaga ang mahal mo, or are you just settling for me? …

(Lines/Chingay) : Akala ko ba pag mahal mo, dapat piliin mo… dapat ipaglaban mo?

(Lines/Frank): I love you, that’s why I’m letting you choose … I know na hindi ako ang pipiliin mo… I’m leaving because I want you to find/fight for your happiness….

(Spoiler Alert? Na-ah, it’s best to watch the movie.)

Reflection: This is the part where I really cried my heart out. I was not able to contain my sniff so I really had to blow my nose off. But wait – is it Frank (the character) talking? Or did I sense a personal hugot in the parallel universe? Was it just me and my paranoia? Am I just assuming/imaging things? <wink/sigh>

For me, this is indeed true love – to be able to let go of someone so dear to you and to choose others’ happiness above your own. As the old saying goes: he who sacrifices the most love the most.

And, the most kilig of them all.. the KISSING part of which both leading men had their equal share. What’s the difference?

Chingay and Ryan: For me, it’s a bit aggressive but real – with titling heads, nape grabbing, facial touches and frontal shots (which gave an impression that it was shot spontaneously in one camera angle. (Thanks to my brief cinematography lesson on an actual movie set way back in the 1990’s) 

Chingay and Frank: (Again) For me, it’s more passionate – with eyes locked on each other, forehead-to-forehead and sealed with a hug (which I find genuinely romantic). No frontal shots, just featherlike kisses (mostly at the side lip) with semi-fish eye camera pan which gave an impression that it was shot in multiple angles or probably some re-takes sewn together during editing. (I’m watching with a mischievous grin having all of these thoughts during this scene.)

The movie is rated PG so I admit to be slightly disappointed not to see an open mouthed kiss. Maybe it could have been possible if it was done by different actors reunited onscreen despite having different partners in real life. But then again, nobody could have portrayed Chingay better than JSM because it fits her to a T.

One major technical faux pas in the film though, which did not escape my OCness is the Chingay and Frank scene where they were house-hunting with the white bed in the background. To those who have watched the film, I know that you know what I’m taking about. Another one would be the hospital scene of Chingay wherein her younger sister, Jenny (Hope I got her name right, because my main focus were on the trio – Ryan, Chingay and Frank.) was seen pregnant, and yet during the wedding scene, the obvious baby bump was gone. Was it implied that she already gave birth? If so, where was the baby during the wedding?

My sissies and I were just rationalizing about it during dinner (courtesy of Hanahrainy ) – maybe because it was rushed, maybe because they did not have enough time for a reshot, or maybe it was just an editing glitch. In all honestly, any excuse would do. I can and will overlook anything all because of my love for JSM and RY.

Overall, although the movie may have a light rom-com themed story, it will draw powerful insights from the viewers primarily because of the dialogues/hugot lines carefully written and thought of by the writers. As a certified bookworm, I prefer a reading a book than watching a movie. But then again, since its a jochard movie, I can always make an exception. The unconventional ending being a cliffhanger and open for interpretation gives us something to look forward to – probably a sequel, which I’m definitely hopeful of.

For the meantime, I will let the youth in me savor fangirling!

(Just an after thought, I think this is my longest post with over a thousand words… alam na!)

Of Love, Friendship and Sacrifice

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I recently read a story about a woman who gave up the man she loves for the sake of truth, friendship and love.  The man she fell in love with happens to be the former boyfriend of a friend (actually her BFF). Unknown to her, the relationship was recently rekindled and eventually gave way to the birth of a child. (Could life be more complicated than this?) Even so, she loved in silence.

After the child was born, the couple decided to get married but fate seemed to have other plans. Seeing his bride-to-be and her maid of honor, the man got confused and called off the wedding.  In the hope to mend a broken heart, the mother and son flew to another country and decided to start anew. Her BFF followed  and tried to patch up their issues. Just then, the man reappeared to reclaim his son and another one which he unknowingly had. The mother willingly gave the father of her children his sought-after parental rights but with the intention of drawing him and her friend to act upon their feelings. She claims that even though she was not able to find her own happiness, she would ensure to be a bridge for her friend.

On the other hand, while she pursued on playing cupid, her friend schemed on finally putting his senses back. She convincingly led him back to her friend and their children. She believes that she can never be truly happy with the thought that she would rob off the kids (whom she learned to love as her own) from their father. She also feels guilty towards her friend if she would allow her feelings for him. She should be the one to let go and so she did.

Masked with a strong façade, she mustered all the courage within to send off her friend and the man she loves in marriage.  She was an epitome of a doting aunt to the kids and an unselfish friend to their parents.

Such a tear jerker story!

While growing up, our bedtime stories made us to believe in “happy ever after” (HEA). Some only get it sooner than the others.  In this case, I can say that ‘happy ever afters’  come in different shapes and forms. For the person who chose friendship over love, that on its own is her ‘happy ever after’.

To be or not to be happy is our choice. Our choices define the quality of our lives. In the end, the person who loves the most makes the most sacrifice. And we all know that all sacrifices are rewarded in God’s perfect time!

Of Friendship and Truth

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I recently had a chance to catch up with a childhood friend. Our conversation evolved around our kids, with her doing most of the taking and telling wonderful stories of how proud a mother she is. When I asked about her husband, she gave me faint smile. And her response answered all my other questions in more ways than one. She said, “A mother got to do what she needs to do.”

As it turned out, she and the father of her kids were never married and could never be. Turns out that the man is already married and has children of his own.  My friend was a kept woman until three years ago when she finally found the courage to break free from the illicit relationship.  She now lives independently with her two children and vowed to refuse financial support from her children’s father. She said that it’s her personal retribution.

I may not agree with some of her decisions, but I admire her for upholding the truth. Indeed, the choices we make define us!

Love is the Reason

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Love is the reason

why we hold on to a relationship

even though its hurting

still, we stay on…

Love is to trust, to wait, to fight, to obey.

But to some, LOVE is the same reason for leaving –

to let go, to sacrifice, to make the wrongs right.

In the end,

whether you stay or leave

LOVE will remain.

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Of Ex’s

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(Photo credit http://www.seanorford.com/2011/12/new-beginnings-require-endings/ )

Can ex lovers be friends?

To some, probably a “NO”. To others, an affirmative “YES”.

As for me, the best evidence that you’ve moved on is when you are able to face the past with a fresh smile – a brand new perspective, full of hope and positive vibes. Old issues may resurface, but you can openly discuss, refute and rebuke without having to be emotionally hyped up as you leave no stones unturned. It is being able to laugh at each other’s weaknesses and celebrate meaningful lessons from life’s unexpected twists and turns.

This is indeed a déjà vu to me. Thanks to you. I know the answer now!

People Heal Differently

People heal differently.

Some people heal best when they verbalize their pains.

Its like a pitcher full of water slowly emptying itself down the drain.

Other people bite their lips and let the hurts linger.

The mind rationalizes what the heart feels until they are no more.

I heal best when left alone.

I put all the aches in a box and shun every bit of memory.

I let time heal all wounds and pray to God to do it soon…

 

… of Endings and Beginnings

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When a relationship fails, we women, tend to have an automatic notion that it’s our fault. This came from the double standard that our society put on the roles of how men and women should handle a relationship. Sad to say, more often than not, our society is still dominated by men.  And so we, women, tend to put on our shoulders the responsibility of how successful a relationship would become.  We look back, try to backtrack what did we do wrong, where we lack, what we could have done to make it work. We stand by our grounds and assume our roles that our society or other people dictate to us.

But how far can we go? Until we realize that we can only do so much, that we can only sugarcoat so much –  for the sake of the relationship, for the sake of our family, from putting on a happy facade?  And what if in the end, we realize that it’s not our fault after all? What if the guy is really a jerk; a wolf dressed in a robe?  What if we’re better off being single, or a mom of the house?  What if the relationship is really doomed from the start and the end of it is really for our good after all?

In the end, it’s not really an issue of endings and beginnings but in the rising after a fall, a better and a transformed person, a butterfly coming out of a cocoon?  Who are we to tell? How are we to know? I don’t know. But one thing is for sure. All things work together for good to those who are called according to His purposes and plans…..