Vows

Here’s the vows I read during my christian wedding..

Jay, growing up, the only ‘knowledge of love I had was love from a family’.  Little did I know or was prepared for a love that is tarnished with war one must endure. I still recall the day you came into my life, it was the beginning that would enlighten me to what love should truly mean. Love is not of blind faith, it is not perfect, it is not without its flaws, it is not without its moments, it is not earned but given…in loving you; I’ve learnt not to love in convenience, but adversity. With you, I have learnt that love is of constant change, of never giving up, of continuity of finding yourself and complimenting another. Through you, I have experience love against all odds, love that can conquer any stormy weather, any forging battles and any other dark forces that threaten. In loving you, I have become a stronger person, a person more certain of herself, who does not claim to have perfect love, but only true love that has withstood the test of times. Today marks forever, I will be your shoulder to cry on in times of despair, I will be your companion to share the beautiful moments that life may bring, I will be the mother to bare your children, and the best friend you will grow old with.  I have loved you for the longest time; my love for you will never die.

Diversion

Diversion is a word as simple as it reads but as complicated as its name suggests! It has served as a form of escapism from my daily grinds. It is not without conscience but a knowing that it is a charitable nudge in the brain, one that tickles the senses..It is generous, inviting and exciting..It will distract you from routine, will keep you sane, make you smile a little. It bridges the gap between your days, hours and seconds. Phew my world would be so damn empty without it.   

Eye Contact..

"Stolen glimpses accross the room, she’s watching, not looking, what could she be thinking? Thoughts ran pass her, I see a smile, a confused smile, has she noticed? Was I obvious? Get occupied. Refocus, don’t wander, don’t look, snap out of it! Am i near? Is she close? Can she feel my soul distracted? Step away, stare outside, faraway, blank expressions.  Reading her mind, she’s not looking, what are you thinking? Walking away, out the door, bidding farewell, see you another day".
..and YES, I am watching…

Fizz Me Out

Life ran out of fizz towards the end of 06, no 6am starts, no phone calls ringing in my ear, no sleep deprivation, no balancing numbers, no meetings, no complaining, no deadlines, no phone tags with MR Peter Martin, no dealing with incompetent draftsman, no daily bootcamp, no nothing! If only I could run out of fizz at month end, my life would just be swell.
Its all just in my vivid imagination now, it didn’t take too much time for life to regain some unwanted momentum. Now stepping into battle ground mode, not a bloody war, but a tiresome circle of cliche one must endure to be a mere statistic, rather mainstream.
The year of the pig posses a great challenge for my little soul, I’ve just moved on to yes another role, and don’t ask how many positions i’ve held in the last 5 years. Well, if you insist, this is my 7th. What can I say I get bored easily. The more experience, the more vaIue, so I say show me  the money!!!
There’s the long distance wedding to arrange, 8 month’s 2 go and counting, I’m not an anal person, but this whole planning thing is driving me bananas, it’s turning me in to a Bridezilla. Everynight I come home, my father would discuss with me the ‘wedding plans’, not that I really have one, I just pretend I do. It saves me from my parents deadly lectures. ‘Lets count the ninongs and ninangs’, my papa would say, and in my mind i’ll be like, Geewiz not again! How many times must we endure this pain  of revising and recounting! I knew It would’ve been easier to just elope. It’s not yet too late is it? I’ll ask myself same question next week. I hope i’m not getting the wedding jitters again - someone help me! (LOL).
Another major activity that will be occupying our time this yr (I’m forecasting 70%) is finally building our HOME. I’ve just about had it with this building business, so many dramas and it’s not in the implementation stage yet. I’ve had shouting matches, numerous escalations, negotiations, adjustments after adjustments and the list just go on. I just hope that at the end of it all, I can find a way to quietly fizz myself out (fingers crossed).

Wedding Bloopers

Last Sun, I attended my best friends wedding, what a grand and beautiful wedding it was. The bride looked absolutely ravishing, the Groom looked equally handsome. The church was set up beautifully with fresh orchid pieces lined up tall along the aisle, there were a four piece quartets playing in the background, and a well dressed up crowd. The reception venue was just spectacular, it was fit for royalty. It was a solemn peaceful dream wedding, exquisite in every scale, one that you’d really wished for.

I’ll just comment on 3 highlights that really stuck to my head.

1. Sounds of Bliss

There we were, the bridal party all lined up symmetrically at the front of the altar, along with the groom we patiently waited for the bride to walk gracefully down the aisle. Then there was this eerie sound we heard from the back, it was so loud, a whaling sound that echoed the room, the sound travelled back and forth. Sideways, up & down like a soccer ball being bounce diagonally across a soccer field. I seriously thought, oh my, we’re about to experience a J

JERICHO
(figurely speaking that is). My eyes widened like I was about to be shot in the head by a spear, but then…quietness surrounded the room. It was like climax that hit to a halt…no more whaling sound, just a picture of the bride walking arm and arm with her mom and dad, sigh - such a moving sight. I don’t think anyone could ever forget this moment, well not the sound of bliss anyway

2. Ditched

As the maid of honour I had a million things on my mind that day, one of them were, has the band eaten? How’s the bride’s dress holding up? Are we on time according to the running sheet? Oh my God my speech? These items were mapped out in my brain, nagging me at every chance it gets. The last thing on my mind was performing a bridal waltz! Then we were called, ‘Bridal Party, please join the couple for the bridal waltz’ AYA, they must be joking right, WRONG. I was last to step down. Let’s get this done as quickly as possible I thought. Well, I was partnered up with the Best Man, the groom’s Bro, for privacy reasons let me hide his name by Mr. Suave. Well, Mr. Suave was yes a bachelor, quite good looking, and all that Jazz. He suggested salsa moves, and I said ‘AA’, as a big NO. Then, just as the song slowly was fading, like a speedy Gonzalez, I said, got to go and ran out of dance floor. It didn’t occur to me that the bridal waltz have not yet finished, I have just left Mr. Suave confused in the dance floor. Bewildered on what to do next, shall he dance by himself, join another couple, walk away. Believe you me this was a funny sight – sorry Mr. Suave.

So to any bachelors attending a wedding – Please always expect the unexpected.

3. Wardrobe Malfunction.

For some unexplained reason, I always avoid trying out a dress before a big occasion. Maybe it is the fear of the dress not fitting properly, which says crash diet, or maybe it’s a simple case of getting a surprise. For whatever it is, I cannot get into that dress!! Well at the wedding, did I get a big SURPRISE! The top half of my outfit seems to keep getting lower and lower, I had to adjust every 2 minutes otherwise I’ll have my whole swollen breast exposed for the whole world to see. It always happens to me, but I never learn my damn lesson, maybe its time to get a breast reduction – NOT! I’ve looked at a half a dozen pics from the night, and all I can see is my tits appear to be hanging out one way or the other. Talk about wardrobe malfunction, thank God for the delete function in digital cameras, they seem to save my day AYA!

Tip for me – Like chocolate, got to try before you buy!

That’s all from me folks.

Happy J

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Blissfully Draining

I think I maybe experiencing a post EP hangover…The whole event just took so much out of me. As fun as it was, I must say that the experience I found to be most blissfully draining. It was just a small occassion to celebrate me saying ÝES’ finally. We had a blast that whole day, the getting ready part was hillarious. It took me less than 15 minutes to get my make up and my outfit on. We had our family and our closest friends there which made it all special to the both of us. The venue we choose made it all so worth the night, it was so glamorous. I loved the art deco mirrors, the funky chandelier and the marble bar. It was totally everything I imagined and more. I was a little unsure how the filo side was going to take the whole cocktail business, but I think I swayed most of them, my side anyway that it is a fantastic way to hold a party. It wasn’t the usual sit down, stay where you are thing. The night was more layed back, more of a let your hair down and kick your heels kinda show. Jay and I were ran off our feet the whole night, we were doing the whole 360 degree entertaining, it was so much fun, but oh so tiring. I wanted to show a Music Video Presso but settled for an Audio Visual instead, a last minute maneuver. It turned out cool, thanks to my beautiful girls in london who sent me something to add to our AVP and ofcourse thanks to our so funky photographer who took our prenup pics the week before. Our photographer ‘JOE’ was totally awesome, he stayed for the whole entire event up to 3am back in our hotel. The most memorable part of the evening has to be Jay’s speech, I was like OMG he must be drunk. He repeated cliche about 100 times, but I give him credit for delivering a most heartfelt speech. Thanks BABA. There were so many people to thank that night, we never got the chance to. Jay & I feel so blessed for having very good friends, all of them had a part in the lead up and the main event. Thanks all, you know who you all are..We are so glad we have a whole year to plan for the actual BIG DAY otherwise I don’t think i’ll have the energy to do anymore stressful planning.

AJA

I am a serial telenovela addict and I’m proud of it! It serves like a caffeine fix for me, I cannot get by without watching the next install. Quite recently, I’ve embarked on a new quest to finding out why Koreanovelas are getting so many ppl I know hooked. Then I remembered Paris, oui madamoiselle. At that instant I entered the world of Taeyoung, Kijoo and Soohyuk, a love triangle. Quite a complicated one between a boyish, never say die girl, a rich, grumpy, rigid man and a spunky, free spirited drummer. After a 3 day marathon of being glued to my lap top not shifting focus as each episode rolled in. I am asking the same question I once asked myself, WHY Taeyoung? Why do bad guys seemed to always get in front of the good ones? I’ve had 8 hours sleep in 3 days but each 9min or so episode is worth all my sacrifice. I’ve just finished Ep12 part1 the best part yet, I cried, pondered, screamed, waved my hands. Soohyuk can I catch your pain? His cheeky smile has faded slowly and in this episode it vanished forever! AJA as Taeyoung would say, bring on part2, I’m coming for you. Long Live Korea - AJA!

Restrospect

Where has the year gone? I guess as a Finance Analyst , a year is about to end in my calendar & a new one is just about to begin. Let me just do a little retrospect on my 0506. Having sent 15,400 emails in the last 11 months. Ran over 2,000 miles over the course of the year. Enjoyed the 220 hours walk through the park (rain, hail or shine). Used approximately 3,696 hours of the internet, sipped & enjoyed atleat 1,540 cups of coffee & tea to date.Watched over 360 hours of telenovelas, viewed over 10,000 photos, downloaded atleast 500 songs on the net, ate atleast 50 chocolate bars to date. The list just goes on but my milestones for 0506 that needs a mention are; 

• I’ve finally bowed down to my own pressures & at long last I’m officially engaged!
• I can now reach 4 full rounds of boxing with my coach without falling apart.
• My prayers to have a relative join us in Melb has finally been answered.
• I have conquered my greatest fear of flying in a small aircraft (phew)
• I can now cook 8 filipino dishes without following a recipe book.
• My body is now nsynch with my fitness regime. No more aching body, no more lazy days!
• I have now become an aunty to lil hercules.
• I have finally introduced my Jay Nickolaus to the rest of my family.
• I can now fit back comfortably into my size 8-10 clothes.

I can’t wait for another mad chaotic 0607, I’m sure i’ll have more emails to send & more punches to throw..But for what its worth 0506 has been a big learning curve that is truly unforgettable.

Dark Side

It creeps into the roots of her soul, raging, blazing - unleashing the devil in her.
Out of control, stubborn, unshakable anger tearing her into bits. Some things just
cannot be controlled.. One cannot fathom the towering volcano that’s just errupted,
lava burning, ashes falling…Just no where to go, no where to run..no escaping its
destructive, chaotic hatred that grows and grows and grows.

RIP Franky

It was one sweltering day when I first set foot on the FYBC. There were roughly 50 sweaty  men & boys combined fixated on instructions, on time, on the task. No talking, no looking around, just looking straight ahead, set to achieve a days work. It was all rigid, straight lines, a man’s world!
There I was this small little girl who had no clue on what she’s in for. I was greeted by this 78-year-old up beat man, his name was Franky. Let me describe Franky, he was this happy little man, always drunk when he turned up to training, I guess that’s why he was always the happy chirpy man that we all knew him. He loves his urban necklaces he wears around his neck, he was definately a ladies man as he often talked about the new woman he has met for that week.
He was the sole person who took notice of me, at a 4:50 ratio he took me under his wings. He was the 1st trainer to teach me a proper punch, slip, hook. He was a relentless trainer, ‘Come on Lazy Bone’s’.. This became my nickname..
Yesterday we received sad news our happy little man, the Franky we so dearly love had passed away. Writing this is bringing a tear to my eye, I feel like our club has lost an organ…
Franky, I will always be indebted to you for encouraging me to defy the ratios, for teaching me a thing or two about life. For making me believe that happiness is at hands reach and re-affirming in me the lesson, you won’t get to your destination sitting down.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you Franky..
You will be missed.
RIP.

Thank God For The Sun

In this world full of comlexities, injustice, immorality and corruption. I am thankful for one thing that is present in my day. Thank God for the Sun that is. I wait for it everyday, like when I use to wait for my mama to pick me up after school at kindergarten. I love its warmth on my skin, and like a kid I try to catch its rays. When it is hiding, I would take a peep outside and see if its dropping by to say hello. That thought passes me by..I’m afraid I’ve become the world, engrossed in its vices, its selfishness, its destructive nature. I read this comment on the editorial page of The Age last week’, it said ‘It’s not all about the economy most importantly its about the society.’ As a vocal Liberal, have I missed the most important policy of all ‘Protecting Society?’ Have I been blinded by economic growth, social power & political stability in this country?? Is it time for me to shift paradigm and question the very party I have been loyal to all these years?? I look upon the rustling of leaves and smile at the thought of the contentment it brings me. Maybe its that very contentment that hungers me to press on to my beliefs and political alliances. Like everything in this world one must be thankful for the Sun, because in this element we truly find subconsious contentment and only in contentment we find passion in all of us.

Once in a while

Once in a while you find someone who’s love for you exceeds greather than what you ever imagined. So much so that if you travelled the ends of the earth and back that love will be waiting for you. And in a blink of an eye your doubts like an eclipse will over shadow that love. And when confusion rules the universe, that love you set free. And for a moment in time the wind carries a message of that love gone. Like a whisper in your ear, that gives you a warm fuzzy feeling you can’t explain. Then that moment finally passes you by, and you stop and wonder of that once in a while.

Fridays

Growing up, I spent most of my weekends traveling to Manila with my Mama and my little brother, about an hour drive from where we lived San Francisco Homes Bulacan. It was only really the 3 of us my Mama, Allan and me, that’s not entirely true, we also had living with us Lolo & Lola at home. My dad was an overseas worker in Kuwait and we’d only see him once every two years. We’d be with him through the letters we send every week; through the voice tapes we send every month and the greeting cards we send every year. That void of only having one parent to bring you up was filled by my Fridays.


Fridays as a child would be like Christmas. “Ma 2 more days”, “Lola tomorrow comes Friday”. That was I counting the days till my Christmas. Friday meant staying over my cousin’s place. Friday meant I get to play patintero, tumbang presso, bahay cubo, chasey, barbie dolls, kick ball, scrabble, hide n seek, singing, and our most favorite past time, climbing the aratelis tree in the backyard! Friday only meant one exciting thing FUN FUN FUN!!! Friday’s meant learning to appreciate the most special feeling second to being in love, the love from a family. My cousins and I shared everything growing up, our innocence, our dreams, aspirations, and our love for life. . It was one for all and all for one. Every Friday meant something magical.


You could imagine how devastating it was for me when we migrated here in Australia. It meant no more Fridays!! I managed my loneliness by writing my cousins letters everyday, and I mean everyday for as long as I can remember including weekends until the habit finally outgrew me. Up till now that we have all grown up and others have already had their own families, we are closer than ever. We are there for each other in times of needs, desperation, in times of joy and times of success. My cousins, my whole extended family means the world to me then and now and for this joy we are forever indebted to our precious Lola for having brought us up with so much love and care for one another. Most of all thank you Father God for having blessed me with many special Fridays that I hold very dear to my heart.
 

Going Going Gone

As a scatterbrain it takes me a million years to make a decision, ofcourse a million years may seem like an exaggeration. But for those who is impacted by my decision it seems like light years away. Even when it seems like i’ve locked in an answer, it can still sway both ways at that final call. I ponder and ponder until I can ponder no more. I can make any bet that any friend or associate who knows me well, can certainly attest to this with a smile. Only when I hear in my head going going gone, does it register in this brain of mine to make up a conclusion. I should write up a decision book where if x is the circumstance then y is the answer..Believe it or not, but this is all not by choice, if it was up to me then the answer would be a quick yes, this and that…but choices adds up confusion that tangles up, corrupts, and expolits my going going gone!

2 Steps Back..

2 Steps Back..
Through recent events I’ve become bothered by 3 major things.
1. My Wacky Phobias
2. Tolerating LIES…
3. Forwards
Over the years I’ve developed so many phobias - phobia of the dark, phobia of ghosts, phobia of flying, phobia of being sick - AYA!
There was a stage my phobias were affecting my way of living, I could not drive home at night without my high beam on or without being escorted by my bf. I was so scared of the dark at one stage I slept for an entire 6 months with my lights on. Lets talk about my fear of flying, everytime I travel overseas I have not experience one time of a happy flight, it starts in the airport - my knees starts to get weak, then moment I step into a plane my panic attacks go berserk, I get all sweaty, my heart palpitates, I cry and yell when there is turbulence. The ratio of me being comforted by a stewardess is 1:2. How about feeling sick, I stayed in the hospital for like 3 days once trying to convince the doctor I was sick..I have been trying to conquer these phobias for the last year or so, and each time I am faced with one I take 2 steps back..I’ve had to face these fears head on just to keep my sanity in check.. It bothers me whenever one tries to creep into my normal life and whenever one gets close I reaffirm by saying - Feel the Fear But do It anyway!
Second..
Sure once in a while everyone is forced in to saying a white lie, and we usually know when one lies through their body language - pyschologists says you know when one lies when they look to the left when they are saying a lie.. But when does it get intolerable. I guess when you feel helpless and your tolerance level hits a brick wall. I’ve heard some strange lies over the years and most of the times I just nod and say yes, ok, oh really…But I’ve learnt from the wise that tolerating lies can make the condition of compulsive liers worse..I hate being lied to, even if its a white lie..The worse thing a person can do to me is lie, I could never live it down! I guess there are heaps of reasons why people lie, to deceive purposely, to void their insecurity, jealousy, to refrain from hurting someone, the list goes on and on..I cry out to these people who have this terrible condition, I want to help them and reach out and tell them that its not them its the behaviour..But I feel so helpless, I hate knowing that while they lie and get caught out over and over that there are people who are just gaining from their made up world.
Forwards, I receive atleast 50 a day and usually I don’t even bother as I have no time to read them, but last week a forward entitled - Hate Letter caught my attention. It’s about this Mr. Bell from America expressing how he hates pinoys..There were heaps of things he said that I disagree with but funny thing is there are so many truth also in what he is saying…Let us pose ourselves with these questions - Why is it that we don’t have strips of pinoy restaurants here in melb? Why is it that we call ourselves the only Christian nation in asia but we don’t stop hearing of family feud, jealousy, and unending gossips trying to ruin each other? Why are we engrossed with the notion that we are the best amongst everyone else? Maybe once we’ve answered these questions then can we fully defend ourselves to MR. Bell.
Good Nyt !

Attention

Some people go through life yearning for attention. Some for a trickle and some for a little too much. Other’s do it silently, and other’s do it like fireworks on full spectacle. Other’s even make it their full time career, oui full time and goes through extreme lengths to be seen and heard. But what these Attention Seekers have most in common are their nagging conscience, their addiction to the whole attention game, there soul crying out begging to have their day in the lime light. ‘Hey look at me!’, ‘Listen to me’, ‘Watch me’ ‘I’m important’, ‘I’m above you’, and that endearing most important word in their vocabulary ‘ME! ME! ME!’. To deprive them of attention simply means death.

I, at times watch in slow motion their modus operandis at work. It’s just like watching CSI, I unravel the mystery by extrapolating the clues and understanding exactly how these attention seekers orchestrates their crime scene. I just love it, I can’t help but smile in fascination. It’s as if they are sucking dry the whole entire earth they stand upon to draw it near…to draw it closer…to draw it just on the tip of their doorstep… Only to have their hard earned effort back fire.. So if you ever encounter these type of people one of these days pls pls be kind, give so you may receive, don’t deprive them of your attention.

The Betrothal

Hear Ye, Hear Ye. Announcing the newly betrothal ‘The Earl of Sandown Gavin and his soon to be bride The Countess Mona of Cornwall.’ Arm in arm they entered the Quat Quatta mansion like a match made in heaven, like two peas in a pod, like love lost and love found, in their distinct royal wave. The guests were awed by their presence, the excitement they cannot contain, their passion at boiling point. There were gasps and stare from the crowd, the excitement was shared by all. The Countess looked ravishingly stunning in her pale green fully beaded gown, her eyes twinkled like a princess being swept of her feet and his Lord beaming with masculinity in his suit with matching tie to that of The Countess. The atmosphere could not have been more royale and elegant than it was, it was fit for a King & Queen. Sweet sounds of jazz was playing in the background while the romance of the evening swept the whole entire room…Thou shall be the perfect beginning to an enchanting story of love eternity, and unlike a fairytale where the engagement or wedding usually is the ending, their love affair is just beginning…

Curiosity Killed The Cat

It’s 1:06am, watching the 3rd series of the Ashes. It’s Australia 106-3, Go Ozzies!! Lately my early mornings are spent either glued watching the cricket or watching TFC. I’ve always been insomniac, 4-5 hours sleep is the norm for Little Miss Me. Before I closed my sleepy eyes last night, I was thinking about the crazy thoughts I had growing up.. What constitued these crazy thoughts?? Well… I not long ago use to want to experience everything imaginable, the good, the bad & the ugly.

Have you ever entered a church and wanted to disrupt peace by yelling out accross the room ?’YES’. While crossing the road, have you ever thought of how it would be like to be run over by a car ‘YES’. In a plane, have you ever thought of just jumping out ‘YES’. At these wee hours of the morning, with my eyes barely open, my thoughts a drift…

Bugga!!..Simon Katich just got bowled out, ouch ozzies, get with the program, otherwise my staying up all night to watch this would not be justified, would be an utter contradiction, a total disappointment.
Back to Earth…Earth to Juls..Yes where were we? Ah oiu ‘crazy’ no madamoiselle, ‘curiosity’. I’m quite a curious little girl, but didn’t curiosity kill the cat????.. Ease up..OMG another one out (Damien Martin), score newsflash….129-5, what??damn straight we are getting killed right about now, and oui sir ‘the curiosity definately killed the cat!

Old Videos

As I was looking for spare videotape to record my teleserye, I stumbled across a pile of old videos. So to my curiosity I took a glimpse of each, one by one. To my surprise I was transported back 11 yrs of my life. July 16 1994 @ approximately 7pm on a cold winters day. There I was sitting on the sofa, with my friends around eagerly waiting for my reaction as I opened my gifts. Must’ve been a birthday celebration. With my bold and confident self, outspoken and promoting, subconsciously making comments of the wonderful gifts that spread around me. So much laughter, joy, innocence and a sense of contentment in everyone’s eyes. Dancing and carrying on like a child let on the loose…Out and in another snapshot of my life…Sept 16 1995, 8pm An old friend’s bedroom. "Hmmm .I actually taped this?" Recording staring the Lens straight at a teary eyed girl full of hesitations, wonderer, love - young love that is…

Those were the days of learning about new emotions, longing to create a world that seems reachable, yet not quite there. So corny but so kilig to the bones. In my bedroom - April 10, 1996 6pm, Girl’s pyjama night. Sitting on the carpet with a mud mask on 4 girls faces, tea bags on their eyes, singing Toni Braxton’s ‘You mean the world to me’ wearing my lil brother’s underwear on our heads…Very creative & imaginative, with no care no reservations. "Is that me? Crying throughout my 18 roses?" July 12, 97.7:30pm, emotions came flooding back as I watched myself be a martyr. Premature love, who said love is blind? I agree! Dec 30, 1998 @ 10pm Philippines - just minutes til the making of a new year, having so much fun with love ones. Everyone has put his or her party hats on, twitch in my brain "How I wish this moment would last. The next 5 yrs…BLANK.

Turned 25 last year and looking back at my past activities I could truly say that I was so much more contented then, knew little but contentment was at its peak. I guess because the older you get life becomes more routine. You wake up every morning 5 days a week at almost exact same time, then go to work, joggle your brain, go home with a tired drained body mind & soul dreading the next working day. You eat and sleep then back to square one. The words you use seemed more refined less variety as if you’ve programmed yourself to speak in a certain way, certain manner. Friday becomes a national day, weekend becomes precious. You’re bogged down with responsibilities, bills, and relationship yadiyadiyada! It draws you to dig deep, to question every single thing in the universe, of course only if you’re as deep and sentimental as I am.
What to do? Shift gear, stop think and start living another quarter of my life with zest and not put every egg in one basket.

Better to be alone than the wrong company

Tell me who your best friends are, and I will tell you who you are.
If you run with wolves, you will learn how to howl.
But, if you associate with eagles, you learn how to soar to great heights.
A mirror reflects a man’s face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses.
The simple but true fact of life is that you become like those with whom you closely associate -
for the good and the bad.
The less you associate with some people, the more your life will improve.
Any time you tolerate mediocrity in others, it increases your mediocrity.
An important attribute in successful people is their impatience with negative
thinking and negative acting people.
As you grow, your associates will change. Some of your friends will not want you to go on.
They will want you to stay where they are.
Friends that don’t help you climb will want you to crawl.
Your friends will stretch your vision or choke your dream.
Those that don’t increase you will eventually decrease you.
Consider this:
Never receive counsel from unproductive people.
Never discuss your problems with someone incapable of contributing to the solution,
because those who neversucceed themselves are always first to tell you how.
Not everyone has a right to speak into your life.
You are certain to get the worst of the bargain when you exchange ideas with the wrong person.
Don’t follow anyone who’s not going anywhere. With some people you spend an evening;
with others you invest it.
Be careful where you stop to inquire for directions along the road of life.
Wise is the person who fortifies his life with the right friendships.

Desperate Measures..

Sentimental Fool

I try to get sentimental atleast once a day and usually the sound of Michael Buble does the works. I close my eyes, soak in the lyrics and translate it to an experience, to a memory or to a dream I once had. It’s like having butterflies in your tummy, like breathing in love, embracing its caresses and taking for granted its pleasing wonders. I’m guily, guilty of being one of those sentimental fools who gets carried away by the senses of romance (sigh). Like a danzel in distress, waiting for her night and shining armour and then behind the melody he comes to rescure her…How truly wonderful it is to be loved, to be inlove and to get sentimental…

Maids Next In Line

Just today I heard of a new term ‘No Boyfriend Since Birth’ or ‘NBSB’, it’s a new yuppie term used in Manila. It’ basically about powerful beautiful women who have just recently decided to leave the single scene. What is most striking to me about the term is that in unparallel lines I can relate somewhat. But the term should be ‘Maids Next In Line’ or ‘MNIL’. These days I’ve been surrounded by friends who are either married, engaged to be married, or dying to get married. What is it about right now that us woman may fall into that category ‘Next In Line Pls’? Must be our biological time clock or the notion of let’s make it official, or it could simply be the case of what’s in currently? For whatever it may be, the thought of reciting ‘I do’ as God bare my witness makes me cringe. Marriage is forever, lifetime of enduring sacrifice, of growth and unescapable maturity. Have I got what it takes to jump and be next in line….hmmmmm..What say you Juls? Well, after re-assesing my inner emotions, inner fears and inner inhibitions it has derived to me that challenging the status quo is the only sane way to approach the MNIL trend. I say no to ‘next in line’, I say no to ‘bowing to pressure’, and I say no to ‘Yes I do’ in place of until that special moment that I know will eventually arrive, and until then life is simple and extremely beautiful  :)

Turning 26..

Ah another year. Allow me to do a little retrospect of my 25 yrs here on earth. Well, I feel like I am just beginning my life all over. Like a 15-year-old that is ready for everything and anything. I’ve had little mishaps over the past years, but these are the events in my life that has shaped and grounded me to be the person that I am today…A ‘Scatter Brain’ with ‘Direction’ with so ‘Much Love to Give’ and so ‘Much Hope for the Future’. I’ve welcomed my new age with open arms, because I know this year will be one of the best years of my life. So I thank God for having crafted in his will for me the experience, hardships and opportunities and the love and joy he has blessed me in the last 25 years.

Scatter Brain

It recently dawned to me that this is the best way to describe me these days a total ‘Scatter Brain.’ A million thoughts pass me by day by day…A thousand things I can’t seem to decide on…So many opportunities and exciting ventures. All I seem to be doing is flip-flopping from one decision to another. Does it really get that complicated? Or have I allowed myself to be complicated? For whatever it is I am a certified ‘Scatter Brain.’