First Part:
I ripped out my 8 year old scapular (It was a scapular of Our Lady of Fatima) this morning. It was like, you know, a thing that I could have done before but I didn't do since I was this, sort of, scared or something, scared that maybe if I would remove it, I would be cursed or drove into bad luck forever, would encounter much more hardship and would lose all protection with me.
But then I realized, that somehow, what had happened to me in the past could have happened with or without that scapular. It's not that I don't believe in the scapular's power or something, but it's just that, I couldn't think of a time wherein the scapular helped me out of an adversity or brought a lot of "good times" in my life. What happened to me was the result of what I did before that specific event.
Oh well, screw it. If I get cursed later on, so be it. Meanwhile, I'll go on with my life without it now, and as I move forward, I will always put in mind that, whatever things I may do now, will always affect what will happen later. No scapular or amulet or charm could help me, it will only be just me, and me alone.
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Second Part:
I came to know also over breakfast this morning that my uncle is running again for vice mayor in our town. Sweet. He is one persistent guy really. I mean, my uncle never gets tired of politics. He did serve like 3 terms as a town councilor and one term as a vice mayor. He never gets discouraged despite the fact that he lost twice already (He tried to run for mayor two times).
Well I'm not saying that I'm voting for him already, I may or I may not. I never really want to talk about politics here in my blog but, heck, with this information, it might lead to that.
But before it goes full bloom, guess I should end this part here. I said I may or I may not vote for my uncle, and it's because I'm still in the thinking process, whether I should vote this upcoming election or not.
I'll tell you soon in the coming days, probably in the next blog entry.
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Third Part:
Hmm. I guess it has ended. The sweet memories. The.. Oh well.
I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Let's just say I still love that.. That lady.
That lady whom I never saw and I never knew too much.
Psh.
Unfair?
Nah it isn't.
Consequences of love they say.
If you fall, you lose.
I fell, therefore I lost.
Too bad, too bad. She never really had this thing for me, which is, oh well, let's just say it's "sad". But as what I've said in my diary entry in the Rohan Forums. You just love, never expect ANYTHING in return, and love that someone until someone else would come will get your attention and make you love her. Confusing? LOL. I don't want to explain, but I hope that you do get my point.
I lost, alright, but this isn't the end.
No it isn't. :)
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Fourth Part:
I will be officially initiating my "143 Project" tonight.! Yay!
Well, I could only spill out a few details, which include:
1. It will be a book, novel or whatever, wherein there will be a compilation of 143 love stories.
2. Most of it will be written by yours truly *coughs* and I will be asking some contributions from my friends (from the Rohan Literary Circle probably).
3. Umm, after I get all the 143 stories, I will have them published!
More updates later on. :P
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Fifth Part:
Well, I have to make my new resume and application letter now. And submit it ASAP. I hope I'll be starting with my on the job training by Monday so that I could make myself busy or something.
Expect more tiring days. Geez. But, oh well, from now on, I WILL DO WHAT I WANT AND DO THINGS THAT I THOUGHT I COULD NEVER DO FROM BEFORE. And, NO ONE, can stop me from doing it, NO ONE. I WILL NOT LET ANYONE STOP ME THIS TIME.
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That's all for now.
TTFN. =)
Uhh, yeah.. I wonder..
Right now, I'm deciding whether I should stop going online for a few months so that I could save up or not. Hell, online gaming / computer gaming has been my only vice ever since I was a kid (I started at around grade four, that was like, 10 years ago). Now I'm like, in the crossroads, on the right side of me is the continuing of this lifestyle I'm having right now or on the left side, wherein I should stop and concentrate more on doing "beneficial stuff".
Okay, I admit, computer gaming is addictive and very very wasteful when it comes to financial terms. Yeah, I still remember that time when I was so addicted to Gunbound (well, if you don't know what Gunbound is, it's the Philippines' first online shooting game, with cute and wacky characters. If my explanation won't do, then go and do your research!) that I spent over 2,000 pesos on one single day just to buy 2,000 pesos worth of game cards. That was WTF I know, I mean, who's dumber than that? Spending 2,000 pesos over an online game that will never get to enrich your life in any way later on? I wonder, if my parents would know about this, they will for sure kick me in the ass. Seriously now, yeah, it's wasteful, and like, umm, me, who spends not less (yes, not less) than 2 hours a day online and renting a computer on an internet cafe that charges 15, yes fifteen pesos an hour (darn, I should look for a cheaper cafe), that consumes already thirty to twenty percent of my daily allowance of 100 - 150 pesos a day (well, the value rises or lowers depending on the mood of the "giver" and reminds me, I should ask for a raise >_<). Sighs, now, see. But it's like, even though how many times I tried to stop (yes, million times I think) I still end up logging again after a few weeks (the longest time I was sober was like two months).
Damn, damn. There are times, when I tend to think that, maybe my soulmate, or the girl I'm fated to spend the rest of my life with will be that someone who will be able to persuade me to stop this addicting and only vice of mine. I wonder if there will be someone who can. 0_0
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I'm planning to, umm, shall we say, retire from Rohan starting in the next few days, maybe within this week or next week. I have to, get busy doing stuff so that I could somehow earn an income. I mean, well, yes, I have to, because I'm planning to save up and visit someone in Manila. Maybe, by doing that, I would be able to prove that someone that I'm really serious with my intentions about her. I just hope that, oh well, it brings positive results.
Damn damn.. This is what I hate when I fall in love, I tend to do the extremes, most of the time. 0_0
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Had a very disappointing afternoon really, because I failed to join the Book Week's Spelling Bee. The reason? Oh well, I was LATE for the event. Hey, I wasn't really late and all. I was there on time! The event was scheduled for 2:00 PM and arrived there on the dot, but to my dismay, it turned out that they started like fifteen minutes earlier. Damn that. I ended up answering the questions for fun, and guess what, I could have won if I joined.
The lesson learned?
Don't come on time, come early.
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That's all for now.
TTFN. =)
Now this is weird. I slept late last night, up to three thirty I think. Now here's the strange dream. I was strolling on the beach, late in the afternoon as far as I can remember. Then I saw this girl, sitting on a log, her back turned towards me and I could hear her sobbing. As I tried walking towards her, my feet suddenly got stuck up in the sand and I can't move. I called / shouted to her but she didin't seem to hear me and all. Then she turned towards me but I couldn't see her face because it was blurred. Then she shouted "Stay away from me! Don't come near me! I don't want to be with you!"
And when I woke up, dazed and all, these thoughts came upon me.
Was that dream a sign or omen?
What was the message it was trying to convey?
Does it seem to be like, I mean, the reflection of what's happening to me in real life? That I should stop, and leave her alone? That she wants me to stay away from her?
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I was supposed to finish up enrolling yesterday but I decided to call it a day and finish it today. Yesterday is, umm, an okay day I guess. I got a new character from my friend Hennrick, a level fifty six Wizard. My bestfriend, Zyra (Veniara/LiloNStitch) started creating a new character in Ahkma. Won three out of four DotA games and had a weird conversation with Amy-chan (or who knows what her real name is). These past few days, we haven't talked much and when we do, it seems like it's not like what it was before. I should be bothered, because I don't want something like this to continue. Heck, she was one of my first friends in Rohan, so it's like, I don't want to feel awkward towards her becuase of that "strange" something between us or whatever. Wasn't able to talk with Del (Princess Fascia) yesterday also, it's a bit weird because it's the first time in days. As for now, I consider her as a best bud, yeaah, like, if I didn't have a best friend and all, she would be my first pick.
To top off this post, umm, yeah at last, after two days, we were able to talk again. But it wasn't for long though, since she left in a hurry, probably busy again with work. We talked of nothing serious, mostly about what happened to her in the past two days. Good thing she didn't ask bout mine. I really miss her badly.
Motto for the Day (and for the past three days):
Love is patient.
TTFN.=)
She's So.. - The Spiderman Notebook Chronicles
Here's another story I wrote last night, written in the same Spiderman Notebook. LOL. The lines there that are emphasized / in italics are from the songs (in order of appearance) The Painter by O Town, Ambisyoso by Kamikazee and Kung Akin Ang Mundo by Erik Santos.
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She's So.. - The Spiderman Notebook Chronicles
If I were a painter, mixing my colors
How could I ever find the blue of your eyes
My palette can never capture the light of your smile
Let me tell you the story of a girl, uhh, hindi, it's like storya ko na rin tapos kasama na din dun si girl.
Meliza Rosemary Julianne Benitez
Haba ng name? What the. Haha. Would you believe that sa hinabahaba ng kanyang name is, ganun naman kaikli ang kanyang nickname?
She's popularly known in school as either Miss Mel, or simply Mel. Ang cute? Haha.
What's so special about this girl? Mhm, she's not special to me, really, she's more than that. Ever since na naging schoolmates kami nung first year hanggang ngayon na pareho na kaming third year, naging crush ko na sya. I mean, mula nung makita ko syang pumasok ng school on the first day of classes, the moment her eyes met mine, her eyes melted my heart like butter under the fierce noonday sun. Watdapak cheesy! Haha. Seriously though, I was smitten, and up to now, my feelings for her are still the same as it was three years ago. It took root. Maybe, just maybe, this feeling is not just a simple crush anymore, sa haba ng panahon ba naman.
Libre lang mangarap, walang hanggan na paghiling
Libre lang mangarap, managinip ka habang gising
Pero yung chance na, alam mo yun, mapansin at mahalin ang isang tulad ko? One in a trillion. Well, dahil namna kasi sa layo ng agwat namin.
She's the Student Council President for two years in a row.
She's Miss Intramurals, Miss Filipina, Miss Science, Miss United Nations and Miss Press Choice Awards for the past three years na she was here. She's even the school's endorser on their promotional campaigns.
She's a consistent dean's lister.
She's the captain of the Taekwondo Club and the Table Tennis Club.
She's the leader of the Peer Facilitators in our school.
She's..
Oh yan, tama na siguro yan. Marami pa akong alam pero siguro tama na yung mga yun just to prove to you my point.. Dinaig nya pa ang Centrum Complete! Sabihin na nating walking encyclopedia na ako when it comes to her, at dinaig ko pa ang isang stalker. Hohoho. Pero siguro, hindi naman sa napakaambisyoso ko na pero pano kaya kung maging kami kahit isang araw lang? Aba, di ko ipagpapalit yun kahit manalo man ako ng one hundred million sa lotto (ows). Haha. OA na ata ako masyado.
Nung pasko, two years ago, hiniling ko nun na sana lumingon nalang sya bigla habang naglalakad at ngitian nya ako Aba, nung first day after the christmas break, natupad! Nung last year's Christmas naman, ang wish ko na tawagin nya ako sa pangalan ko and makipag-usap sa akin kahit ilang segundo lang, well, natupad din nung isang araw, by mid-January when she entered the school publication office that afternoon. I could still recall.
"Hi. Good afternoon.." her soft, melodious voice rang in my ears. Medyo kaantok yung hapon na yun, dahil sa kaoovertime sa pagpapalevel nung character ko sa Rohan.
Meliza Rosemary Julianne Benitez standing with all her poise and beauty sa aking harapan.
Holy Crap! Parang binuhusan ako ng tubig na hinango pa fresh from the Arctic Ocean at pinainom ng isang dosenang tasa ng kape! Nagising ako that instant!
"Uh Hi.. Good.." bigla akong naubo at para na ring nabilaukan.. Ubo due to panic.. Syet!
"Are you alright?" tanong nya, and I noticed that her once smiling eyes changed into a softer, concerned look. And then I noticed another thing..
Susungkitin mga bituin, para lang makahiling
Na sana'y maging akin, puso mo at damdamain
Kung pwede lang, kung kaya lang, kung akin ang mundo
Ang lahat ng ito, gagawin para sa'yo
"Yes.. (ubo) Pasen.. (ubo) Pasensya na.." I managed to talk through the coughs. Amf naman to.
"Oh.. Good then.." she smiled again, and her eyes smiled with her. Then I saw it again, the purple spots in her left eye. Strange, pero cute. Damn, her eyes really love to teach my heart how to beat faster than ever before.
"Uhh pasensya na Miss Mel" panghihingi ko pa ng paumanhin and I feld the blood running to my cheeks. Syet! Nagbablush ako! "Pabago-bago kasi ang panahon kaya heto, inuubo.."
"Mel nalang okay? Masyado naman atang pormal kung dudugtungan mo pa ng Miss. Paul, right?"
"Ah.. Eh.. Yes, yes.. I'm Paul.." Maygad! She knows my name! "Uhh, what.. Can I do for you nga pala?"
"Anjan ba si Lady? Yung sports editor? May itatanong lang sana ako tungkol dun sa ipinapasubmit nya na information about the taekwondo and table tennis clubs."
"Uh, wala eh.. May klase ata.. Ako lang kasi mag-isa dito ngayon.. Try coming back later na lang, baka maabutan mo na." Binilisan ko na lang ang pagsasalita with the matching yuko effect. Syet naman, yoko kayang mapansin nyang mas pula pa as pinakuluang hipon ang pisngi ko!?
"Ah ganun ba? Sige babalik na lang ako later. Thanks and farewell!" she was still smiling nang magpaalam, sabay talikod at labas ng office.
The whole event went in just three minutes, but, damn, parang tumigil ang oras para sa akin.. Sana tumigil na lang talaga.. Sana..
This post showcases an article written by Bo Sanchez, my favorite preacher. Read on for more details. :)
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You know what our monstrous mistake is?
We try to fix the people in our life.
Oh, I see it everywhere.
Everywhere I go, I see people complain about the people in their life.
Wives complain about their husbands.
“Bo, please talk to my husband. He eats too much.”
“Bo, can you help me? My husband watches too much TV.”
One frustrated wife told me, “Bo, please advice my husband. He doesn’t have a one romantic bone in his body. Last year, he gave me a bar of soap for Valentines Day. The brand? Mr. Clean.”
But husbands complain about their wives too.
“Bo, please talk to my wife. She’s gastadora.”
“Bo, help me with my wife. My wife is always hysterical and historical. She remembers all my past mistakes, including date, time, and place.”
One husband told me, “My wife is so talkative. If the universe paid 1 centavo for every word she said, I’ll be the richest man in the world today.”
Another man said, “My wife is always angry. When she’s angry, she causes global warming and the melting of the ice caps in the North Pole.”
Parents complain about their kids too.
“My kids are too messy.”
“My kids can’t focus on their studies.”
One mother said, “My kids are so lazy. If given a chance, they’ll ask someone to breathe for them.”
And everywhere I go, I also hear many kids ask me to fix their parents.
“My parents are too strict.”
“My parents are too corny.”
“My parents are too kuripot.”
One girl told me, “They allow me to swim only if I wear a long gown.”
All over the world, people want to fix people.
Let me tell you why…
Are You Sick Of Comparasonities?
First of all, you want to fix people because you love them.
But sometimes, our motives aren’t pure. Sometimes, we want to fix our loved ones because of shame. We’re ashamed of what other people will say about our kids, our siblings, our spouses, and our parents.
Another reason of our “fixing other people” tendencies is we’re afflicted with the disease called comparisonities.
Humans like to look to the other side of the fence to see if it’s greener.
Someone told me that marriage is like going to a restaurant. After you ordered your dish, you learn what the other table ordered, and suddenly regret what you ordered.
Believe me, this urge to compare causes so much misery in marriages.
If you always compare your wife’s body with Beyonce or Angel Locsin, she can’t compete. Or if you compare your husband’s salary with Manny Paquiao’s earnings, he can’t compete.
Many times, we compare our spouse to someone who doesn’t exist. For example, we fantasize about Hollywood stars who aren’t real. Because all their blemishes were removed by photoshop and a huge PR company.
Even the pretty officemate who seems so gorgeous on the outside may actually be your worst nightmare the moment you live with her. You really don’t fall in love with her. You fall in love with a projection of how you imagine her to be.
Even parents are guilty of this.
Motivate Your Kids In Other Ways
We have a tendency to compare our kids with other kids.
We even verbally share our comparisons in the hopes of motivating him.
I overheard one mother tell her little boy, “Junior, why can’t you get good grades like your sister? She gets straight A’s in all subjects. But you’re highest grades are Recess and Lunch.”
Parents compare their kids to their classmates, their cousins, and even to themselves when they were young. Their sermons begin with this famous line: “When I was young, I wasn’t like you…”
Kids cannot flourish in an environment where they are being judged. Kids flourish in an environment of appreciation. They need to know that their parents accept them for their uniqueness.
Parents, stop comparing!
And there’s also another disease that causes us to fix people.
The Virus of Criticalities
I’ve met people who have a strong critical spirit in them.
I pity them so much. Once afflicted, they become very miserable people.
These people think God created them to criticize others. All day long, they look for the faults of the people around them.
But behind this critical spirit towards others is really a critical spirit toward oneself. In fact, the critic pulls down others so that he can hide his own failures.
Let me now tell you what you should do.
Question: Do You Want Less Stress and More Joy?
Do you want less stress in your relationships?
Do you want less fights?
Do you want less wrinkles?
Do you want more joy?
My solution is really simple: Stop trying to fix others.
Big clarification: In my message today, I’m not talking about the big sins. Like marital abuse, alcoholism, adultery, and all the other major violations against the Ten Commandments. I’m also not talking about tolerating the sins of your kids. I’m not teaching you to say, “Wow son, you’re very good in stealing. Perhaps you can be a Congressman one day.” (I’ll talk on “tough love” on the sixth instalment of this series, Relationship Reborn.)
Today, I’m talking about idiosyncrasies, eccentricities, personalities, and persuasions that make your loved one very unique.
If you’re not going to fix people, what should you do?
Appreciate them.
I’ll now explain a mystery.
What You Like And What You Don’t Like
Maybe One And The Same Thing
I have mixed feelings about my cellphone.
My relationship with my phone is ambivalent.
I like it and I don’t like it.
There are days when I think it’s the greatest invention since peanut butter. And there are days when I want to fling it into the mouth of a volcano.
Here’s what I noticed: The very features that I like are the very same features that I don’t like. Absurd but true.
Why do I like my phone? I like the fact that I can call up the 954 people in my phone directory anytime. Useful when I have a flat tire, when I need a prayer, or when I’m on the rooftop because of Typhoon Ondoy.
Why do I not like my phone? I don’t like the fact that these 954 people can call me up at anytime—even when I’m lying on a hammock in a tiny island far out in the Pacific Ocean.
Why do I like my phone? Because I can bring it everywhere I go.
Why do I not like my phone? Because I can bring it everywhere I go!
Question: Have you ever had the absurd experience of leaving your cellphone at home and having to make a U-turn to come back for it? Nuts, right? Cellphones are now like one of our kidneys. You can still survive if it gets lost, but it’ll be risky.
I repeat: The very things that I like are the very same things that I don’t like.
Funny, but this is also true with our relationships…
Why Did You Fall In Love?
Don’t be shocked, but the very thing that made you crazy for a person will be the very same thing that will drive you crazy in the years to come.
I’m not kidding.
If you fell in love with your wife because she was bubbly and the life of the party, today, you want to zip her mouth so that there would be world peace.
If you fell in love with your husband because he was quiet, strong, and steady as a rock, today, you want to curse him for being so cold and unresponsive—like you’re talking to a rock.
If you fell in love with your wife because of her stunning beauty, today, you find yourself pulling your hair in the car, waiting for her because she takes 3 hours just to dress up and put on her make-up.
Remember: Every strength has a weakness.
My friend Jon Escoto says that “a weakness is really a strength applied inappropriately.” (As another friend loves to say, “You’re right in the wrong way!”) You can’t have only one side of the coin. You have to have both.
Why My Wife Married Me
One day, I had a very serious talk with my wife.
“Sweetheart, I want you to be completely honest with me,” I said to her. “Aside from the fact that I look like John Loyd and Piolo Pascual put together, what else made you marry me?”
After laughing out loud and rolling on the floor, she finally said, “Sorry Bo, your looks weren’t the reason why I married you. I married you because you have such a big heart for God.”
But I bet if you ask her today, “Marowe, what are the difficulties of being married to Bo?” she’ll tell you, “Because Bo has such a big heart for God!”
She will explain to you, “Our schedule isn’t normal. Our entire married life isn’t normal. Bo runs 9 non-profit organizations. He’s constantly stretched. He travels a lot.” She’s accepted that as her lot in life.
Here’s something she’s also accepted: When we have our weekly dates, she already expects it to be interrupted. Many times, a total stranger would approach me, cry on my shoulder, and ask for prayer. In the middle of the busy mall, I hold an instant mini-healing rally—because the moment people see me praying for one person, people fall in line.
She’s come to accept this reality as part of the set package called Bo Sanchez.
She’s accepted the fact that when she married me, she also married the people I love—the flock I care for.
Why am I telling you all these?
Stop Trying To Fix People
To repeat my million-dollar point: If you want to have happy relationships, you’ll have to stop trying to fix people and start appreciating them.
Jesus said, “Love your neighbor”; He didn’t say, “Fix your neighbor.”
Two reasons why you need to stop fixing people.
First, you can’t.
Second, I’ve realized that people are like old houses. If one thing gets fixed, another thing gets broken.
Let me tell you what I mean by appreciate.
Two Levels Of Acceptance
The first level of acceptance is tolerance.
The second level is appreciation.
Let me tell you a story.
Jean came up to me one day and said, “Bo, can I share something with you? My story might help women you talk to.”
Jean said that her husband is addicted to watching basketball. She told me that it drove her insane. “Brother Bo, there was a time when his passion for watching basketball made me so angry. I would nag him, I would throw pots and pans in his direction, I would hide the TV remote control—just so he can’t watch.”
She told him, “I think basketball has become your god. And the churches you attend are NBA, PBA, PBL, NCAA, and UAAP. All you talk about is basketball.” And her husband would answer back, “Foul yan.”
“But after a couple of years,” Jean said, “I just gave up. I realized that nothing was going to happen. That he will never change.”
That was the day when Jean began to tolerate her husband’s passion for basketball. Whenever she saw him sitting in front of the TV watching a game, she felt less irritation in her heart.
But one day, Jean had a bigger epiphany.
That fateful morning, Jean’s best friend called her up crying hysterically on the phone. Through many tears, she said that she discovered her husband was having an affair. After an hour of trying to comfort her, Jean’s friend said, “I wish my husband was like your husband, Jean—so faithful to you.”
That one sentence was like a slap on her face.
She woke up.
Jean realized she was blind to the great blessing that her husband was to her.
Because she was so focused on his basketball addiction, she never appreciated how faithful her husband was to her.
She also began to count the many ways he was a wonderful husband: He was hard-working, he loved the kids, he went with her to her prayer meetings, and he was sweet in his own manly, clumsy way.
Today, she sometimes joins him watching basketball.
She still doesn’t appreciate the game. She told her husband once, “Why don’t they just give one ball to each team?” But she enjoys being with her wonderful husband now.
That day, Jean moved from tolerance to appreciation.
And that was the day her marriage became very happy.
Are You A Judge Or A Painter?
What I’m sharing with you is so earth-shaking, I should be charging you a million for divulging this secret to you.
Believe me, if you apply this secret into your life, you will change your entire life—radically. You’ll have less stress. You’ll have less fights. You’ll have more peace. You’ll be more joyful. You’ll feel and look younger by ten years.
It was Dr. James Dobson who said that before you get married, you should have both eyes wide open. But after the marriage ceremony, close one eye.
What does he mean? Before you get married, you should be very careful in evaluating your future spouse. Check everything. Values. Background. Preferences. Reactions. Beliefs. Examine everything!
But when you get married, stop evaluating. Stop critiquing.
It’s now time to stop fixing the other person and start appreciating the entire person in his totality.
Remove the robes of the courtroom judge. Instead, put on the robes of a painter capturing the beauty of a scene. An artist simply accepts what is and nurtures a gratitude for what is there.
When you accept the other person and become grateful for him, a great miracle happens: The person learns to accept himself too and thus bring healing of his Heart Wound. Changes begin to take place spontaneously.
You can never fix anyone.
Because fixing is an inside job. Never forced from the outside.
Yes, you should inspire. You should guide. You should teach. But you cannot force.
At the end of the day, the only thing you can do is to love the person by creating space for the other person to fix himself.
Your Assignment
One of the ways to show gratitude is to simply to say it.
Here’s your assignment for this session: Go to 1, 2, or 3 people in your life and thank them for the blessing that they are to you.
Be specific. Write them a letter of gratitude.
Thank your wife for the small things she does for you.
Thank your husband for going to work everyday.
Thank your mother for the way she serves you.
Thank your child for being a wonderful child.
The next time a loved one presses your clothes, or takes out the trash, or fixes the car, or takes care of the baby, appreciate them in your heart and in your words.
I promise: Gratitude will be like oil in the engine of your relationship.
Your relationship will function in a whole new level.
Final Story:
“I Love The Perfection Of Your Imperfections.”
Let me end with one of my favorite stories.
One day, a wife came to her husband with a magazine in her hand, “Darling, this article is wonderful. It describes a little activity that we can both do to improve our marriage. Can we do it together?”
“Sure,” her husband said.
“It says here that for one day, each of us will separately write a list of what areas we want the other to change. Little annoyances, little irritations, etc. And then tomorrow, we share this list to each other. Deal?”
“Deal!” the husband smiled.
That day, the man sat on the living room with paper and hand. The wife went to the bedroom and did the same thing.
The next day, over breakfast, the wife said, “Game? Can I start first?”
“Yes,” the husband said.
The wife pulled out three pages. Single spaced. Font 8. It was a long list. She began to read her list. “Darling, I don’t like it when you do this…” On and on, she read the little ways her husbands annoyed her.
The man felt a sting in his heart. The wife noticed this and asked, “Do you want me to continue?”
“I can handle it. Go on,” the man said.
So the wife continued to read.
Finally, the woman said, “Okay, it’s your turn.”
The husband pulled out his piece of paper and said, “Yesterday, I asked the question what are the changes I want in you. But hard as I tried to think, I couldn’t think of one thing.” He then showed to her the empty piece of paper in his hand. “Because to me, you’re perfect in your imperfections. I’ve accepted who you are—strengths and weaknesses. And I love the whole package. I love the mix. You are a wonderful person and I love you so much.”
The wife began to sob, rolled up her three pages in her hand, and beat her husband on the head, “Bwiset ka!” And hugged him tight for a very long time.
May your dreams come true,
Bo Sanchez
Are you a friend of mine or not? Are you someone who typically, knows me? If the answer is yes, then read on..
If you are my friend, you are supposed to know that tomorrow, October 21 is my birthday.. In case you are my friend, and you forgot about it, then you are simply one old forgetful friend..
Kay kidding aside, since it's my birthday tomorrow, I would like to request something from you.. I mean, you would want to grant it since you're my friend and it's my birthday tomorrow right? Come on.. Don't let me down on this..
Here's the request:
I want you to send me a message, and that message should contain ALL your COMPLAINTS, NEGATIVE COMMENTS OR THINGS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT ME. Yes, you got it right, ALL NEGATIVE THINGS THAT YOU SEE IN ME, I DO WANT YOU TO TELL ME THOSE. Please be honest, and DON'T HOLD BACK. If you think that I'm the worst person you have ever known, then tell me that okay?
Send me your messages in my Facebook account, Friendster account, Yahoo Messenger Account or email them to me at azureshizumaru@gmail.com.
Now's your time, FLAME ME. You could consider the message that you will give as your birthday gift..
Note: No POSITIVE COMMENTS / MESSAGES PLEASE. FOLLOW DIRECTIONS. KKTHXBAI
Deadline: October 21, 2009.. 7PM..
TTFN..=)
"Still In Love"
[verse]
I think I must be dreaming
That you are here with me
Must have died and gone to heaven
And it's all that I hoped it would be
[chorus]
When the eagles forget how to fly
When it's twenty below in July
And when violets turn red
And roses turn blue
I'll be still in love with you
[verse]
I live to be around you
You take my breath away
Can't help but talk about you
Every night and day
[chorus]
When eagles forget how to fly
And it's twenty below in July
And when violets turn red
And roses turn blue
I'll be still in love with you
[bridge]
All I need is you
Need you just to hold me, console me
Over and over.......I love you
[chorus]
When the eagles forget how to fly
And it's twenty below in July
And when violets turn red
And roses turn blue
I'll be still in love with you
Still in love with you
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It's hard, but I have to accept it. I'm still inlove with her, until those things in the song happen. I tried a lot of times to forget, to pass it away and to stop, but it all ended up in vain. There's nothing I could do about it, so now, I'll just let it be.
Whoever you may be..
When the eagles forget how to fly
And it's twenty below in July
And when violets turn red
And roses turn blue
I'll be still in love with you
Still in love with you
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July 3 was Pedro's birthday. Glad to see my former high school buddies gathered up in the house to celebrate along. Lots of food, and of course, ice cream, which cheered me up along with the company. That's all, can't say anything much. Thanks for the fun guys, and happy birthday Dro.
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That's all for now. TTFN.
