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Friends

“Friends are the siblings God never gave us.” – Mencius

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When a friend started seeing me as an ATM

I feel rather down lately over the actions of a certain friend. I’ve known her since childhood, but over the years, we lost touch with each other. In the summer just before attending our last year in high school, her mother brought her to the province. I had looked her up in various social media sites, even googled her, several times and also asked a couple of her relatives for her contact information, but I had no success. Finally, in August 2014, I heard from her again. I was so happy that I immediately arranged for our meeting, even if we had already done enough catching up online through Facebook. After all, we used to be very close. She’s funny, sweet, and sensitive, and I’ve always considered her as one of my best buddies. Moreover, when she told me that she had come to know Christ when she was staying in the province, I rejoiced and became more excited to see her again. When the day of our reunion came, I made sure that I left the …

Friends and funerals

It’s interesting how the death of a loved one has made me take a closer look at my circle of friends and relatives, as well as my own attitude toward funerals. There are friends who stick closer than a brother, as the saying goes. When my father died recently, I have seen how certain friends really went out of their way to see me and comfort me, while others tried their best to extend their sympathy from a distance. I suppose people deal with death differently and show sympathy differently, too. I don’t mean to judge others, especially my friends, but I couldn’t help noticing the similarities and differences in their ways as they extended their condolences and showed their support. For one, I noticed that it was my friends from the church who immediately contacted me to send their condolences and asked for the details of my father’s wake as soon as they learned the news. I wonder if it’s because they’re Christians and so they must take to heart the value of being sympathetic, “bearing each …

The best wedding we’ve ever attended

My husband and I celebrate two wedding anniversaries each year because we were married twice, i.e., in civil (March 21) and at church (June 28). However, because he’s an expat in Singapore while the kids and I are here in the Philippines, we no longer get to be together on either of those dates since he started working abroad. And that’s when the real challenge began. First of all, our traditional celebration consists of me cooking a pasta dish (because we all love pasta) and buying a chocolate cake. (Depending on the budget and the availability of a babysitter, sometimes hubby and I would go out on a date.) The cake, however, is always a must! It’s the only thing that’s supposed to be a permanent fixture in our celebrations, especially after hubby has gone abroad. The girls would always sing us a happy anniversary song to the tune of “Happy Birthday” and they would blow the candles on the cake together. As we have fun–though not much fun, really, for obvious reasons–we make sure that we take …

Awesome things I’ve experienced during a year of hiatus in the blogosphere

My last post tells me that it’s been a year and four days since I last updated this blog. That was such a long hiatus if you ask me! I did try to write from time to time, but I guess all those things I’ve written would remain in the drafts folder in the mean time, if not end up in trash soon. For now, let me recount what happened between now and then, at least the firsts or the memorable ones, and why out of the blue I’m coming out again to resume blogging. Bear with me as this could take long, but then you’re reading a journal, so you would understand. 🙂 July 2013 During this month, we’re still living in that tiny bungalow that we’re renting in Binan, Laguna. I was also slowly getting used to being a full-time homemaker/home buddy. I was no longer as active as I used to be in my anti-aging business. I started seeing and talking to my business partners and (prospective) clients less and less, and started getting in touch with …

Rebuilding bridges, tearing down walls

In my youth, I loved to explore new things, meet new friends, and never seemed to be afraid of anything. I had always welcomed change as if it’s as easy as changing one’s clothes several times in a day. I looked forward to meeting new people and would actually go out of my way to meet new friends. In fact, when I was in college, my motivation for coming to school was to be with my friends and meet new people instead of learning in class. Recently, however, I realized that I had started to succumb to withdrawal to a certain extent. When my mother died, I decided that it would be better for my children and myself to move away; when my relationship with my in-laws went bad, again, I have decided to live in an area where I knew only one person; when some of my close friends moved away or the communication between us had ceased for some reason, I had also stopped going out and/or making new friends; and when some of my relatives could not grant my requests for some reason or would break a promise, I would sulk and stay away from …

Sisters

I don’t normally pass on stories or letters that I receive via email, but I am recently realizing the value of this one so I thought I’d share it. (This is supposed to be a chain letter, sent to me by my friend Mitch. I have copied it verbatim without knowledge of its real author’s name.) It’s up to you if you would also pass it on… A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter. “Don’t forget your sisters,’ she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass.  ‘They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need sisters. Remember to go places …

Missing and wishing

I have just finished looking at my friend Michelle’s photos on Facebook. She and seven other travellers came together to visit Patagonia. She took great pictures and the sceneries were simply breathtaking. And to think I never thought such place with such name existed until she posted her albums! As I was looking at her pictures, a few things came to my mind. First, how blessed she is to be able to travel to such places. I wonder if God would ever allow me (with my family) to see such places too, and if yes, I wonder when that would happen. Although I am happy for her–after the painful divorce she had to deal with last year, she certainly needs a break, and a fabulous one such as this–I must admit that I am also envious of my friend’s travel escapades. To be able to travel and see the world would always be one of my dreams and prayers yet to be answered by God. The other thing I realized was that I’ve missed my friend and our highschool group very much. She was one of my best …

Odd girl out

Part I – Elementary school days I woke up the other day with Mr. Big‘s songs in my head. It must be because of the band’s recent concert in Manila, which  I was not able to attend. Bummer! Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the night, staying up late as I looked up Mr. Big’s videos on YouTube. I have to admit that their music evoked a mixed emotion and endless memories of my childhood. They reminded me most of my elementary school days and how much I felt like I was the odd one in class. I’m not exactly sad about being that way, but I have to admit that were days when I sometimes wished that I were popular in class. After all, I was pretty popular and had many so friends in our neighborhood then. Besides, now that decades had passed, my elementary batchmates couldn’t seem to get enough of having reunions or mini gatherings lately, and I couldn’t seem to enjoy much being with them because I was never really close to most of …

Unfriended and unfollowed

I have just started to enjoy Twitter lately. Just like this blog, I’ve had my Twitter account for two to three years now, but it has always been privately tucked away until recently. I have noticed that some of the news items aired on TV and even those written on the Net and newspapers were actually tweets of some famous personalities and renowned institutions, so I have revived my own account and allowed my tweeps to inform me of the latest news and amuse me as well. While I think of tweeting and FB-ing as harmless activities, my stand on this was challenged when the pastor talked about selfishness yesterday and mentioned Twitter and Facebook. Indeed, how egoistic can a person be that he would want to be followed? It also reminded me of various tweets that I have read from different tweepers a few days ago: I have unfollowed you because you did not follow me back. Follow me… I do follow back. You are free to unfollow me anytime (after an unpleasant exchange of ideas with another follower). And …