Hay!!!

First scene.

My Boss: D—- 1, D—-1, this is E——…..

D—- 1: Go ahead E—— this is D—- 1….

My Boss: Can you move your truck out in front of the supply room?….

D—- 1: Roger that….

Next scene.

D—- 1: I just to talked to Big Boss, I have no plan to park here the whole day.

My Boss: Ok then move your truck.

Next scene again.

Big Boss: From now on parking is not allowed inside this area.

My Boss: Yes Sir, but what if we need to load or unload some stuffs.

Big Boss: It should be done within fifteen minutes.

My Boss: Ok then, no parking.

Last scene.

B—-: What did D—-1 tell E—— why he parked in front of supply room?

Yours truly: That he just talked to Big Boss ang have no plan to park there long.

B—-: Well he told Big Boss that he told E—— he can hardly walk and he needs a parking closer to his office. But E—— told him no, he can’t parked in front of supply.

Ladies and Gentlemen this is my workplace. And something like this happens everyday in this place, some I am aware of  but most of the time I am not.

Naisip ko lang, bakit may mga taong kayang baligtarin ang mga pangyayari? As if sila ung victim. O kaya para sila ang mabigyan ng credit.

I’m back

here  am again. tagal naghibernate ah. wala lang, medyo nagpahinga lang, parang lagi kasi akong pagod na pagdating ko sa room ko eh gusto ko na lang matulog. wow! for six months ganun ang pakiramdam ko, sobrang homesick na ata ako ah, samahan mo pa ng stress at pressure sa trabaho ko. ang tanda na nga ng hitsura ko eh. sabi ng former boss ko ng makita nya ako last week, tumanda daw ang hitsura ko ng 5 years simula ng huli kaming magkita ah. wahhhhh!!! tama ba namang sabihin un? eh two months lang syang nawala. imagine 5 years daw ang itinanda ko for two months na di kami nagkita…

nways ano ba ang bago sa akin ngaun….

1. wala na ako sa dati kong office…

2. di na ako stressed at pressured sa work (love it)…

3. konti na lang ang paper works ko (love it too)…

4. di na ako nakikipag usap sa mga taong makukulit (super love it)…

5. di na rin ako maiintimidate sa boss ko…

6. marami na akong extra hours (love it again)…

7. wala na akong mga pimples kasi di na ako stressed (ganda na uli ako, wehehehe)…

8. malayo na ako sa drama… 

9. masaya na ako…

10. at siempre magbabakasyon na ako sa july (excited na ako)…

hmmmm… san kaya magandang pumunta sa pinas sa july?… kailangan mag ipon para maraming panglakwatsa… hehehehe…

Is it an ordinary thing for a woman to be accused of being a whore?

That at one point in her life she will have that humiliating experience?

That happened almost a week ago. I just can get over it.

Huggies…

	ever wonder why whenever you feel down, simple hugs and touches could mean so much? that’s because skin-to- skin contact stimulates nerves that send happy signals to your brain by increasing levels of serotonin, your body’s natural anti-depressant. HUGS can HEAL!! so HUG someone more often..

” The ordinary girl finds ways to shut down, dull all the feelings. The princess remains open no matter what. “

That’s right, I am an ordinary girl, I can shut down and dull all the feelings.

I have a protective shell that unintentionally built it when I was young. I’ve learned to be emotionally detached from my surroundings and to people around me. I am one of those who can easily get along with any crowd or any group, but I am not really in to the group.

I find it hard to express my feelings. To say what I feel.

When I was young, I believed that if they have no means of knowing my feelings and emotion, they could not do anything to hurt me. Though they can still hurt me in some ways, I don’t usually show that I am hurting. If they don’t know that I am hurting, it is better for me. The more I am emotionally detached, the more I feel secured.

For most of us, it’s being weak, for me its security.  

I can only open up to few people, to my friends since high school. However, it took a long process before I can open up to them. They are the only one who made me feel that I can tell anything to them without judging me. They are the only one who made me feel that I can cry to their shoulders without asking the reason why. They are the only one that can really know if I am hurting. Because I know that no matter what happen, they will stand beside me. Or they are just on my back supporting me.  It is enough for me that my friends know what I am, who I am, and what I feel.

I don’t care what people would think about me.  As long as I am emotionally detached to them.

I am hurting right now, but nobody knows about it. Even the person that hurts me doesn’t know that I am hurting. Even the closest person to me in this place doesn’t know.

This is what I am. I don’t show when I am hurt. I don’t show my real emotion. Why?

Because I don’t want them to know that someone succeeded in hurting me. I don’t want them to know I am hurting because of someone. For me, I feel intimidated to someone if they know that I feel pain because of them. I feel they are superior because at one point, they have hurt me and they know that they have hurt me.

  

Are You Ready For Love?

A good relationship isn’t a game you play or an ego trip you take. It is about love
and two people. Loving someone can give us the greatest joy we can ever know and
it can hurt more than we can believe too. When it does not really hurt when that
person did something disappointing to you, but really hurts when you see that
person in pain and sadness, then you know you truly love that person.

Loving someone means you should be ready to experience heartaches and happiness at
the same time. That’s the reward and that’s the risk. Unless we are willing to
experience it, we will never really know what it’s like to love and be loved.

Sharing love is probably the most valuable and meaningful experience a person
can ever have. And there’s a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone.

It’s the difference between a love that’s fickle, wild and
short-lived and one that’s tender and passionate, nurturing and lasts a long time.
The first is easy. The second, the one that really matters to all of us, takes
work — because it’s about keeping a relationship.

Loving someone takes efforts. We have to be able to communicate with each other.
Nobody can read anyone else’s mind. We always presume that our partner knows what
we think and feel. Maybe in time we might be able to predict or sense each other’s
thoughts but it’s never perfect and takes time to develop.

Getting the chance to love and be loved by someone is a blessing or a gift. Respect
him/her for who he/she is, and not what you want him/her to be. Everyone
is pretty and special in his/her own special way. No one is perfect. It is
true love which closes the gap of imperfection to form a smooth surface
of acceptance for each other. True love sees and accepts a person for who
he/she is. It is also true love which makes a person change for the better.

The power of true love to a person is undeniable. 

A relationship needs commitment too. What is love without commitment
from each other anyway? It’s like principles and values. Everyone has
them but they only mean as much as we are willing to stand for them.

The same goes for our commitments to relationships, and the person we love.

“Love is like an antique vase. It’s hard to find, hard to get, but easy to break.”

Every day, everywhere, people fall in love…but just how many of these
relationships are self-sacrificing love, and not just relationships
which are formed only for the intense feeling of falling in love?
I know hundreds of friends who say the magical words “I love you”…
but more often than not, the truth is just — I am IN love with you.

There is a difference between being in love with someone and loving
someone. If a person says he/she is in love with you, he/she means
that he/she likes you for who you are now and he/she fell in love
with you because of the present you.

This kind of love is temporary and lasts only as long as the fairytale lasts.
When fairy godmother comes in at midnight to whirl us back to reality, we see
the heartache of such a relationship…where both were only IN love with each other.

But if a person says he/she loves you, he/she means that he/she
loves you unconditionally for who you are now, who you were in
the past and who you might be in the future. When he/she says he/she
loves you and really means it, you have to ask yourself if you love
him/her too or if you’re in love with the idea of being in love.

It is very hard to see the difference through logical thinking.
Let your heart guide you. May you be bless on
your soul-searching journey for your soulmate.

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Let’s listen to the voice

After you read it, listen to the voice of Joe D’ Mango. And fall in love with it… 

Echoes of our Hearts

Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times that we love so much that we lose ourselves in our own emotions. More often than that, we wonder why there are love that grows and love that grows cold.

We would start to search for answers, and try to find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find ourselves where we started. We cannot question love  when it has its own reasons. Love will always be as it always has been. Silent. Mysterious. And deeply profound.

Many of us believe that love is forever. That love never dies. Only to be disillusioned in the end, when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We’ve mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled. But love is only a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands, for we may never find the strenght to let it go when it decides to leave. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it lasts, and then freely open our arms when it’s time to say goodbye.

When we fall in love with someone, we don’t want that feeling to end for it is everything we are and everything we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts. But if it doesn’t then we should never let our lives be taken by it for life should not end where heartaches begin. There is always a reason why we have to move on. When we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart, for love will have to set its wing free and find a place where it belongs.

We may have lost it, but then again when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever. Then we’ll know that it has never left us, for the good that we have become because of love will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be thankful and happy not because we have lost love but because for once in our lives that feeling lived in our hearts and made us happy. 

                                                                          

                                                             By:

                                                              Joe D’ Mango

this might save a marriage

MARRIAGE

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 Dew. 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 Dew 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 Dew.

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 everyday 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 Dew 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 Dew 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 why 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 much 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, 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, Dew, 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 any more. 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.”

Dew 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 salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death does us apart.

The small details of your lives are what really matters in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the
bank, or any material things. 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!

“I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it hurts
today. I know that the world is a looking glass and gives back to me the
reflection of my own soul. Now I understand the secret of correcting the
attitude of others and that is to correct my own.”