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Crossing the borders. To leave your family behind in search for a greener pasture, to pursue a job abroad so you can make a better future, to outwit life’s complexities from miles away to provide for a brighter path… so many reasons but it all boils down to LOVE. The sacrifices we make and the struggles we dare fight back are never easy. Sometimes, I feel as though I live in a world where my only purpose is to endure every single obstacle, come out of it intact, whatever that demands of me. Then came my sceptic side, were you asked to do so? Were you obliged? Bleh! Of course my answer would most likely fall under the stubborn, adventurous, ready-to-capture-the-world type of idea… It’s probably a NO to every question. I came out to live my life. To pursue a goal while I was young and capable. To chase a dream that I am entitled, or so I thought. The thrill was just too much to let it pass. I dared accept the challenge. I recently learned that the husband of a good frien

Hit the gym! With my aim for survival, emotionally, that is… I have devised a roster of activities that I will be getting into for the next few days. I am glad that with these activities, I have someone who joins me in. Since I live in a much more convenient place for fitness, I vowed to hit the gym as often as I can. I used to go to the gym back in Davao but that one is by mood. And yes, sometimes, if I wanted some vitamins for my eyes (sadly, no one interesting). Now, my hitting to the gym is a diversion. A program to release stress from work. I am in a relationship to a very stressful job. I have an idea of jumping out from it anytime. I mean, lets face it, I am single. I have no responsibilities to nurture and to provide for a child unlike my other friends who now got babies of their own. I’m not into credit cards thus, no debts to settle every now and then. At will, I can leave everything and move on to my next destination. But what keeps me going on? Perhaps my atti

You know the drill. The love-hate relationship could go on and on but I’m getting tired. I would like to believe that this relationship is good while it lasts. Its temporariness is familiar. Its cycle is dragging. I have come up to a decision that I’m ending this relationship sooner than I intended. It’s really hard for me to let it go because I’ve learned to live with it in ways I have never imagined before. I am ending this relationship because I am compromising too many of my other relationships. Frankly, I feel as though I am trapped in a magician’s illusion, making people believe that everything is as colourful as it is but I know for a fact that I am dying inside. Dying along with my hopes and other aspirations. It was blissful. Indeed, I couldn’t have been happier if I did not take a major leap of faith. Setting aside the generality, I am choosing to focus on a very fine detail. I am choosing to magnify an aspect which should be given a chance too.

A sister is an extension of your self. We are so alike in a hundred different ways and so different in quite a number of ways too. We fight, we argue, we become too verbal but at the end of the day, I’ve got no one to call to but you. I am most grateful that I am given a “konsensya” in the form of my one and only sister. My weirdness escalates to a subliminal level that even I cannot fathom what I truly feel. It’s quite awkward to share bits and pieces of your weird thoughts to friends because it’s either they laugh at you and take it as a joke or pan you out of their lives. Ignore aliens. I have never been too confused about life as I am today. Looking back, I only have one simple dream (apart from being a lawyer or a flight attendant) I only want a complete, healthy and happy family of my own. And today, I feel as though I am too far away towards that dream. Sometimes, when you share too much information, the tendency is over sharing but with a sister, no informati

There is no need to lower you standards, if you pray for it, God will give you someone worth the wait. Line that struck me from Maricar Reyes’ statement. She could be right, having been married to one of my most favourite oldies singers. Not that I am judging, it’s a fact, I’ve seen the video of how many years ago. I can say that love truly is something unexpected. And no matter how dark your past is, if the person truly loves you, he’d think his past is equally or even more darker than yours. So your past doesn’t have to be a big out of a deal. I mean, to be able to find a guy who’d have his first kiss the moment you are pronounced as husband and wife is mind-blowing. It’s truly a one-in-a-million and I salute Richard for that. I was truly inspired, it’s never hopeless. There are stil l those types of guys, the dream guys. And standards, I guess I’m made to believe (now that I am a lot older) that love and even like is a choice one should accept to take. Gone are the

Endurance. One of life’s little lessons while staying abroad. Tell you what, there are so many reasons to just let go instead of taking all the sh*t this life is giving you. I would say… I am the type who doesn’t really fall under the patient and enduring category. I belong to the life-is-short-no-nonsense and if-its-broken-throw-it category.  I have read a guide 25 things to do before you hit 30. Aside from going to a new place, what struck me is the item that says “quit your job and pursue your passion”. Seriously, who does that? Unless of course I am a daughter of a megamillion magnate. I’ve known this since time immemorial that Life is unfair. Only the rich can afford to pursue a passion in the arts, why? Because they don’t need to grind to the office as much as mediocres do, perhaps like me and you. Plus, art (unless recycled) is costly to produce. I have always thought of quitting my job, it occurs to me now more than ever. I feel as though I’m trapped in an institutio

New House, new life! So, we got a new house just two blocks away from our old house. The truth is, I was a bit hesitant as to committing myself for it. I have my reasons. One, it’s quite far from the MRT. My previous house was just a four-minute walk away from the station. While the new house is about a ten-minute walk. I seriously hate being late but I hate getting up too early.Two, the new house costs a bit more. Finally, I feel stuck the moment I sign the contract for a new house. I am a free spirit. I just wanna go by my rules. I hate being pressured to stay just because I have a contract to honor. My friend, A and I talked that I do not intend to get the house but the moment I saw the pool, I forgot my firm NO and had a firm NOD instead. I am a swimmer by heart. If there’s one sport that I’d like to excel in, I’d like it to be swimming. I once dreamed of being a national athlete, perhaps a constant in the Palarong Pambansa. Plus, the house has got its own gym and s