Boracay in a Bottle
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Sigh, it's been two months, and the memory of Boracay is still haunting me. The wonderful weather, the exotic scenery, and the bohemian life my friends and I lived for a few days were indeed so memorable, that I just can't get it out of my mind.
That I find myself dipping my fingers in the bottle of sand I brought home from Boracay. The sand's so fine, and cool, that it brings back so much wonderful memories that I want to revisit again and again..
I miss Bora.
That I find myself dipping my fingers in the bottle of sand I brought home from Boracay. The sand's so fine, and cool, that it brings back so much wonderful memories that I want to revisit again and again..
I miss Bora.
posted by Anamnesis at 8/01/2006 01:12:00 PM | Permalink |
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How I Miss Them...
Monday, July 24, 2006
The Corrs. Sigh. They have the most heartfelt songs I've ever listened to. This one's one of the best songs, after Runaway.
"and it's gonna be a long night, and it's gonna be cold without your arms..."
"and it's gonna be a long night, and it's gonna be cold without your arms..."
posted by Anamnesis at 7/24/2006 01:08:00 AM | Permalink |
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Not Blogging?
Friday, July 21, 2006
If it seems like I'm not blogging, it's actually not. I have actually been blogging for the last two months, everyday, for a beauty blog, and soon, a revolutionary makeup blog. It kinda sucks my energy, and my life because I don't even have time to think of myself anymore.
But of course, I am enjoying my writing because I love what I'm writing about, but sometimes, there is no sense of "me". I want to put up a personal blog. Maybe next year. And hopefully by next year, I won't wallow anymore on how he doesn't look my way , blahblah. It's simply tiring, and weird.
If he doesn't look my way, then he's headed for the wrong direction. Bahala siya.
But of course, I am enjoying my writing because I love what I'm writing about, but sometimes, there is no sense of "me". I want to put up a personal blog. Maybe next year. And hopefully by next year, I won't wallow anymore on how he doesn't look my way , blahblah. It's simply tiring, and weird.
If he doesn't look my way, then he's headed for the wrong direction. Bahala siya.
posted by Anamnesis at 7/21/2006 07:31:00 PM | Permalink |
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Homage
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel that I am whole again....
....No matter how far away, I will always love you...what ever words I say...I will always love you....
Stolen glances. Secret longing. Heart-wrenching madness. Painful heartbeats. Pangs of longingness. Intoxicating desire. Giddy Sentiments. Soul-shattering emotions.
the way you same my name affects me in the most exhilarating way...having you near me takes my soul to pure bliss.
....No matter how far away, I will always love you...what ever words I say...I will always love you....
Stolen glances. Secret longing. Heart-wrenching madness. Painful heartbeats. Pangs of longingness. Intoxicating desire. Giddy Sentiments. Soul-shattering emotions.
the way you same my name affects me in the most exhilarating way...having you near me takes my soul to pure bliss.
posted by Anamnesis at 5/30/2006 01:45:00 PM | Permalink |
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Something Worth Reading
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I friend sent this email to me, and I think it was one of the most heartfelt stories that I have read, so I'd like to immortalize it in my blog with the hopes of sharing it to the world :
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Of course you've heard of Joe D' Mango. He gives advice on love and relationships on Wave 89.1. Have u ever wondered what he does when he has his own love problems? Does he give advice to himself? Does he handle it very well?
Here's his story:
Three fridays ago, our guru on relationships, joe d mango, read a letter to his wife on his popular radio program Love Notes. For the past 11 years, he had been giving advice to people who would write him letters about their personal problems. To the surprise of his listeners that friday, instead of reading one of his usual letters, he read one that he had written himself to his wife Bing.
Joe felt that he had to tell his listeners that even someone like him could go through a marital crisis, but that he survived it. Here's how his letter goes.
In our 11 years of marriage it was just the two of us. I never had a close circle of friends and she never had one either. Life for us was just "you and me," day in and day out. We were literally sleeping beside each other for 11 years. It came to point that there was nothing more interesting to talk about. I was aware I was doing that but I never did anything about it. We were so close yet it seemed like we were so distant. Then came her new circle of friends.
They recently had an elementary and high school reunion. Remember her persistent suitor since elementary days? He was there. We already had four daughters and the guy had four kids of his own. They exchanged phone numbers. They started to text each other and this bothered me. a big part of it was insecurity and other part was that she once denied that she was texting the guy.
I felt bad because she started hiding things from me. Then the guy asked her if they could meet for lunch. It became a source of tension between us. I finally agreed, but before that, I told her that I felt that I was going through the same pain again. I have seen so many stories like this. If you told me the first part of the story I would already know where it would lead to.
Bing accused me of being a "know-it-all" person. But deep in my heart I knew where she was heading. Why would a married guy see a married girl unless it was for business or professional reasons? Finally, even if it was against my will, I drove her to the meeting place.
While I was waiting at the radio station, I wanted to call her but knew it wasn't proper. So I just waited for her to tell me how their meeting went.
When she related to me what happened I felt that she was keeping the other details. I was afraid to ask because I wasn't prepared to accept her answers. I told her that it would be best if that was their last meeting. She got mad and told me that I was starting to
control her life.
The following day, I saw a small, torn piece of paper that had the words, "lose you" in the trash can at home. I started picking up the pieces of paper and putting them together. She had written: "Felt sad because I felt that this will be our last meeting." "Wanted to hug you..." Before I could figure out what the third one was, Bing was already at my back. She wanted to get the torn pieces of paper back. She said it was private property. We decided to talk.
By then, I was able to figure out the third line: "Not sure if afraid to lose you." She had crossed it out and beside it, she had written, "Wanted to cry."
That was what hit me. How could you lose something that's not even with you yet? That was a confirmation that she was getting emotionally attached to the guy. We fought because she didn't want to admit it. She said that what she had written was all about friendship and not about love. For the first time in our marriage she asked for freedom from me. For 11 years we were always together, and now this.
She had discovered her own little world and wanted to explore it. I didn't want to give it to her but finally I gave in. I told her that she could do anything she wanted and not worry about how I would feel. In fact, I told her that I was planning to leave her and kids for a while so we could give each other the chance to be alone. We decided to give the new arrangement a try.
The following day, Thursday, I went to work early and she texted me. I never answered back. When I didn't respond, she called me. She said, "I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you." For the first time in our mariage I said, "I love you and I miss you too" with tears in my eyes.
I realized how much I loved her but I also knew how much she wanted her freedom. When I arrived at the station I asked for a leave. My boss advised me to think it over, but he said that he would allow me to go on leave. After letting it all out I felt relieved. It was the first time in my life that I asked for advice about our relationship.
While I was talking with my boss, a messenger arrived with 12 white roses arranged in a basket. It came from Bing. Then a text message on my cellphone came, "I know that no material things can ease the pain that you're feeling right now, but these flowers signify my pure and sincere intentions.
I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."
Still, a question continued to bug me: "I'm giving you the freedom. Will you choose to stay or go on?" I read the card, and it had the answer to my question: "Dear Dad, I finally realized that I made a very big mistake in choosing a newfound friendship at the expense of our long-time friendship. Please forgive me. I will always love you."
Bing called the guy and told him that she wanted to end the friendship. He said that they could just text or call each other.Bing said that there was no need.
We had dinner and talked up to 1 am. It was like getting married all over again. We lost each other and found our way back. I do not want to go through the same pain again.
Friday came and it was the first time in the history of Love Notes that I couldn't do Love Notes. I scheduled a replay. When I was at the station at 9am, I composed a letter to Bing. I was asking myself, should I read this or do a replay? I chose to read the letter. It is not unusual to hear people say "I love you because...," but this story has shown us that the deeper and greater love is having to say "I LOVE YOU IN SPITE OF..."
What hurts most?
..when you can't fight for that one thing that would make you happy..
..I may never be the guy you look forward to seeing every day… but I will always be the guy who will look out for you each and every day..
Sad Girl: "don't make me feel that i'm just a selfish jerk just because I made you cry"!
Sad Guy: "then don't make me feel like I did nothing for you when I almost died crying just to see you smile..."
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And some ask ourselves: Will our actions echo across the centuries?
Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
Love isn't when you can't sleep… it's when you want to keep your eyes open…
Love isn't when you keep holding on… it's when you learn to let go…
Love isn't when you kill yourself with jealousy… it's when you understand…
Love isn't when you fall for someone… it's when you catch that person when she falls…
Love isn't when you see her everywhere… it's when you close your eyes and she is still there…
Love isn't when you tell her what you feel… it's when you give everything for her sake…
And Love isn't when you think you were blind… it's when you know she was wrong but you didn't mind
---
Of course you've heard of Joe D' Mango. He gives advice on love and relationships on Wave 89.1. Have u ever wondered what he does when he has his own love problems? Does he give advice to himself? Does he handle it very well?
Here's his story:
Three fridays ago, our guru on relationships, joe d mango, read a letter to his wife on his popular radio program Love Notes. For the past 11 years, he had been giving advice to people who would write him letters about their personal problems. To the surprise of his listeners that friday, instead of reading one of his usual letters, he read one that he had written himself to his wife Bing.
Joe felt that he had to tell his listeners that even someone like him could go through a marital crisis, but that he survived it. Here's how his letter goes.
In our 11 years of marriage it was just the two of us. I never had a close circle of friends and she never had one either. Life for us was just "you and me," day in and day out. We were literally sleeping beside each other for 11 years. It came to point that there was nothing more interesting to talk about. I was aware I was doing that but I never did anything about it. We were so close yet it seemed like we were so distant. Then came her new circle of friends.
They recently had an elementary and high school reunion. Remember her persistent suitor since elementary days? He was there. We already had four daughters and the guy had four kids of his own. They exchanged phone numbers. They started to text each other and this bothered me. a big part of it was insecurity and other part was that she once denied that she was texting the guy.
I felt bad because she started hiding things from me. Then the guy asked her if they could meet for lunch. It became a source of tension between us. I finally agreed, but before that, I told her that I felt that I was going through the same pain again. I have seen so many stories like this. If you told me the first part of the story I would already know where it would lead to.
Bing accused me of being a "know-it-all" person. But deep in my heart I knew where she was heading. Why would a married guy see a married girl unless it was for business or professional reasons? Finally, even if it was against my will, I drove her to the meeting place.
While I was waiting at the radio station, I wanted to call her but knew it wasn't proper. So I just waited for her to tell me how their meeting went.
When she related to me what happened I felt that she was keeping the other details. I was afraid to ask because I wasn't prepared to accept her answers. I told her that it would be best if that was their last meeting. She got mad and told me that I was starting to
control her life.
The following day, I saw a small, torn piece of paper that had the words, "lose you" in the trash can at home. I started picking up the pieces of paper and putting them together. She had written: "Felt sad because I felt that this will be our last meeting." "Wanted to hug you..." Before I could figure out what the third one was, Bing was already at my back. She wanted to get the torn pieces of paper back. She said it was private property. We decided to talk.
By then, I was able to figure out the third line: "Not sure if afraid to lose you." She had crossed it out and beside it, she had written, "Wanted to cry."
That was what hit me. How could you lose something that's not even with you yet? That was a confirmation that she was getting emotionally attached to the guy. We fought because she didn't want to admit it. She said that what she had written was all about friendship and not about love. For the first time in our marriage she asked for freedom from me. For 11 years we were always together, and now this.
She had discovered her own little world and wanted to explore it. I didn't want to give it to her but finally I gave in. I told her that she could do anything she wanted and not worry about how I would feel. In fact, I told her that I was planning to leave her and kids for a while so we could give each other the chance to be alone. We decided to give the new arrangement a try.
The following day, Thursday, I went to work early and she texted me. I never answered back. When I didn't respond, she called me. She said, "I'm sorry. I love you and I miss you." For the first time in our mariage I said, "I love you and I miss you too" with tears in my eyes.
I realized how much I loved her but I also knew how much she wanted her freedom. When I arrived at the station I asked for a leave. My boss advised me to think it over, but he said that he would allow me to go on leave. After letting it all out I felt relieved. It was the first time in my life that I asked for advice about our relationship.
While I was talking with my boss, a messenger arrived with 12 white roses arranged in a basket. It came from Bing. Then a text message on my cellphone came, "I know that no material things can ease the pain that you're feeling right now, but these flowers signify my pure and sincere intentions.
I'm really sorry. Please forgive me."
Still, a question continued to bug me: "I'm giving you the freedom. Will you choose to stay or go on?" I read the card, and it had the answer to my question: "Dear Dad, I finally realized that I made a very big mistake in choosing a newfound friendship at the expense of our long-time friendship. Please forgive me. I will always love you."
Bing called the guy and told him that she wanted to end the friendship. He said that they could just text or call each other.Bing said that there was no need.
We had dinner and talked up to 1 am. It was like getting married all over again. We lost each other and found our way back. I do not want to go through the same pain again.
Friday came and it was the first time in the history of Love Notes that I couldn't do Love Notes. I scheduled a replay. When I was at the station at 9am, I composed a letter to Bing. I was asking myself, should I read this or do a replay? I chose to read the letter. It is not unusual to hear people say "I love you because...," but this story has shown us that the deeper and greater love is having to say "I LOVE YOU IN SPITE OF..."
What hurts most?
..when you can't fight for that one thing that would make you happy..
..I may never be the guy you look forward to seeing every day… but I will always be the guy who will look out for you each and every day..
Sad Girl: "don't make me feel that i'm just a selfish jerk just because I made you cry"!
Sad Guy: "then don't make me feel like I did nothing for you when I almost died crying just to see you smile..."
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And some ask ourselves: Will our actions echo across the centuries?
Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
Love isn't when you can't sleep… it's when you want to keep your eyes open…
Love isn't when you keep holding on… it's when you learn to let go…
Love isn't when you kill yourself with jealousy… it's when you understand…
Love isn't when you fall for someone… it's when you catch that person when she falls…
Love isn't when you see her everywhere… it's when you close your eyes and she is still there…
Love isn't when you tell her what you feel… it's when you give everything for her sake…
And Love isn't when you think you were blind… it's when you know she was wrong but you didn't mind
posted by Anamnesis at 5/18/2006 04:19:00 PM | Permalink |
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Later
Monday, May 15, 2006
As a followup to my melancholic post last night, I think I really am too sensitive. This song just popped into my mind during lunch time, and I downloaded it. Upon reading the lyrics as I listened to it, I suddenly burst into tears. The lyrics was just heart-wrenching. Trying to be the person who was singing the song, I felt that it was such a heartbreaking song.
FRA LIPPO LIPPI
Later
How could you come with me
When you knew all along that you had to go
How could you watch me sleep
So close to you
Pretending not to know
How could you memorize my name
And forget who i am
How could you think
You're still the same
Believing i can
It's too late to start pretending
It's too late for a new beginning
Later than the sunset
Later that the rain
Later than never to love you again
How could you ask for more
With an innocent smile
Trusting me to stay
How could you close the door
And leave me here
Supposing I'm ok
How could you break down
My disguise
And uncover my fears
How could you look into my eyes
Ignoring my tears
It's too late to start pretending
It's too late for a new beginning
Later that the sunset
Later than the rain
Later than never to love you again
[x2]
Its too late
FRA LIPPO LIPPI
Later
How could you come with me
When you knew all along that you had to go
How could you watch me sleep
So close to you
Pretending not to know
How could you memorize my name
And forget who i am
How could you think
You're still the same
Believing i can
It's too late to start pretending
It's too late for a new beginning
Later than the sunset
Later that the rain
Later than never to love you again
How could you ask for more
With an innocent smile
Trusting me to stay
How could you close the door
And leave me here
Supposing I'm ok
How could you break down
My disguise
And uncover my fears
How could you look into my eyes
Ignoring my tears
It's too late to start pretending
It's too late for a new beginning
Later that the sunset
Later than the rain
Later than never to love you again
[x2]
Its too late
posted by Anamnesis at 5/15/2006 03:18:00 PM | Permalink |
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Too Much Feelings Bottled Inside Me..
Sunday, May 14, 2006
This weekend has been some sort of eye-opener for what I really want in life. Last Friday, I mingled the night away with business contacts that made me all psyched up, and very much high. It seemed that I loved being with people, I loved talking to people, and I will be happy around people in slacks, coats, buttoned blouses, formal skirts...and formal wear. Will I be an executive in the future?
Scrap my first paragraph, I am feeling weird right now. Waking up with a tingling sensation brought about the cold, damp weather, with a mix of freon from the airconditioning unit, this day just made me feel so darn reminiscent, so sensitive, and so reflective of myself.
I am trying to hold on to this day staring at my computer trying to put into words what I'm feeling, and I think that I am struggling to do that. This melancholic weather makes me feel so low, and makes me wish that the cold weather could just freeze time, and make it just not move for sometime as I try to let out all my bottled up emotions.
Tomorrow is one day that I don't know if I'd be happy about. It is one of the opportunities that I might not have very often. If I blow it, or just do it wrongly, I might regret it for the rest of my life. In short, I really don't know what to do. I am scared. I am in denial. I have been trying to fight myself off these emotions because I have never succeeded. I have always been the fool, and I think that I always will be a sore loser in this department. It makes me feel stupid to be even optimistic about this because I always get disappointed in the end. If you get to know what I'm talking about you might even laugh at how trivial this might be, but it is such a great deal for me that I am hating myself for it already, for even letting this thing leave me troubled.
I'll end this by quoting Scarlet O'Hara , that said, "After all, tomorrow is another day." sigh.
Scrap my first paragraph, I am feeling weird right now. Waking up with a tingling sensation brought about the cold, damp weather, with a mix of freon from the airconditioning unit, this day just made me feel so darn reminiscent, so sensitive, and so reflective of myself.
I am trying to hold on to this day staring at my computer trying to put into words what I'm feeling, and I think that I am struggling to do that. This melancholic weather makes me feel so low, and makes me wish that the cold weather could just freeze time, and make it just not move for sometime as I try to let out all my bottled up emotions.
Tomorrow is one day that I don't know if I'd be happy about. It is one of the opportunities that I might not have very often. If I blow it, or just do it wrongly, I might regret it for the rest of my life. In short, I really don't know what to do. I am scared. I am in denial. I have been trying to fight myself off these emotions because I have never succeeded. I have always been the fool, and I think that I always will be a sore loser in this department. It makes me feel stupid to be even optimistic about this because I always get disappointed in the end. If you get to know what I'm talking about you might even laugh at how trivial this might be, but it is such a great deal for me that I am hating myself for it already, for even letting this thing leave me troubled.
I'll end this by quoting Scarlet O'Hara , that said, "After all, tomorrow is another day." sigh.
posted by Anamnesis at 5/14/2006 11:35:00 PM | Permalink |
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