Real couples don’t agree to disagree… they disagree until they come to an agreement. – Amazingly Brash
Interesting, trying to write something like this too, I meant a romantic comedy that will charm you and leave something in you… Putting a reminder to watch this.
Dream Date, this is so amazing, I decided to try this too and post my result later or tomorrow. Have a day or night! 🙂
I sit before you a very lucky man. And I have to tell you, I am so thankful for everything I have and the opportunities that I have been given. I am healthy, young, strong-willed and ready. These are gifts. Gifts that shouldn’t ever be overlooked.
I took some time to settle into downtown Los Angeles, a whole new world in itself. My work, this place, the people, the smells….are all new. That list goes on endlessly really. But there are things that do not change about you when you change your entire life. In fact, there are things that will always stick with you no matter what. Tonight I want to talk about dreams.
If your dreams don’t scare the shit out of you, well, they just aren’t big enough. I believe however that the bigger you dream the longer it takes to accept these dreams. There’s a courting…
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For those who’s going to read this today, I have an assignment for yourself and that is to conjure things in your life that will make you happy everyday that nothing and nobody can put you down.
When I say conjure I’m referring to anything true and real for you. It could be a person, a memory, a proof, a sign, a habit, a hobby, a thought, your religion and write it in a piece of paper or save it in your phone where you can see it everyday to remind you.
You’re not obligated to do this, but I did this, and it’s working really good for me, you should try it too.
According to this article, The Habits of Supremely Happy People, Martin Seligman, the father of positive psychology, theorizes that while 60 percent of happiness is determined by our genetics and environment, the remaining 40 percent is up to us.
As I am just recovering from the most painful heartbreak I’ve ever felt before, I actually promised myself last year that at the start of this year, I’m going to move, be strong, and be happy.
I am going to admit that I’ve come a long way because God gave back some things in my life that I’ve given up years ago, some of the reasons that makes me happy.
So to not make this post longer and boring for everyone, I am going to list things below the things that make me so happy everyday and really confident about myself, my life, and my future.
Of course there are days that bad or negative things will get to you but because of these things, I can bounce back easily from sad and depress for a while to being happy and confident again that everything will be fine.
GOD: Since I was a little girl I’ve always believe in God and I always believe that you can have anything as long as you put your everything, and your heart into getting them. I’ve been through a lot and now, I realized that God will give you the best things in life and what you want and need at the right place and time including the challenges and trials you encounter in life. For always, everything happens for a reason.
FAMILY & FRIENDS: Just like everyone, we all get tired sometimes of our family’s way of treating us while raising us and some of our friends negative attitudes that hurt us, but in the end, I wouldn’t want them to disappear from my life. My family and friends have things in common, their personality, it’s stronger than mine, and it shaped me to this very hard and beautiful diamond to be able to get through the naysayers and negative people who tries to let me down.
VERY FEW GUYS: You made stronger. You made me learn things about myself and know the kind of guy I should settle down with and you also made me grow up, mature, strive harder, and become the best person that I can be.
PROOF: I don’t know how to explain this but let me summarize and make simple for everyone. I was planning on putting KNOWLEDGE and EXPERIENCE here because that’s what they are. The knowledge and experienced I’ve gathered in my everyday life gave me an unbreakable proof, signs, confirmation and blessings from God, researched and scientific based proof that eventually I’m going to receive the most important thing that I want and need out of this life, so even if it’s not yet here, Thank you because it feels like it’s already here. I know its close. I know its coming. So I thank God so much for this blessing especially. Everything that happened has come to this.
WRITING: You are my therapy, my expression, the path who led me to one of the best things that ever happened to me, meeting that one person who will open your eyes and change your life always for the better.
SINGING: Words are not enough to describe just how much singing makes me happy. All I know is every time I am singing, I feel so high, floating in the sky and I forget all my problems, gives me perspectives and even resolution.
PIANO: I’m forever grateful that I was given an opportunity to learn the piano, even though I didn’t appreciate you before as much as I did now. I’m glad I made the decision not to let go of my skill all these years. I can still play and when I play, it makes my heart burst with happiness and I’m also able to touch someone else’s heart as well.
DANCING: It started with Ballet when I was a little girl. I regretted giving it up because if I didn’t I could have danced my way to dancing schools and get scholarships according to my teacher. At least when I got into high school, I’m able to learn other kinds of dance: hip hop, and ballroom. And now, I’m still doing it as a workout: Zumba, and Barre.
This is me celebrating life. XD
Read the full article here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/16/happiness-habits-of-exuberant-human-beings_n_3909772.html
It never occurred to me how singing is not just an important part of my life, it is a very big part of me.
According to my mother, I’ve been singing since I was four years old. I usually sing and dance with my cousin as an amusement to our family members and that I’ve even sung during my school application when I was seven years old.
I wouldn’t say I have the voice of an angel or a diva but I can sing. I used to feel so envious of one of my classmate in high school because her voice is so high and beautiful. I wanted to be like desperately so when I was ten years old, I told my mother to enroll me on voice lessons. She didn’t, instead she enrolled me on piano lessons, which is the beginning of my hatred and bad memories of the piano. Don’t worry, I got over that and I’m not mad of the piano anymore. It just makes me sad every time I remember it.
In my final year in high school, finally I was able to join the choir. It’s one of the best and worst experiences of my life, because some of the choir members are bullies and makes fun of me.
Brings me to think of “Glee”, it is a place where you are free to be who you are and get a chance to be heard. I had my chance to shine when our choir moderator made me assist her sometimes in teaching some of our choir members are Alto voices because I can play the piano. It was nice but it wasn’t really how I wanted to shine. It pissed me off a little because again, I’m given a job as a pianist and not really as a singer. I want to sing, not play the piano! That was my mantra for a long time. Singing is one of the things that made me happy.
As I got into college, I was given another opportunity to join the choir. It’s one of the best things that happened to me because that’s where I met my close friends in College. It was short lived because our seniors got busy with school and some of them graduated. At least we spent and enjoyed a lot of time together.
Years later, I was given another chance to have some reintroducing with singing again. We we’re given basic singing lessons that improved my vocal control, and developed my vocal range. I’m so happy and proud that I can sing notes I can’t hit before. Another unexpected thing that happened to me is that my new choir members voted me the leader of the choir. I have yet to learn how to manage a choir but I am very much willing to manage and help them the best way I can.
I mentioned before that I have bronchitis for almost two weeks now, so I stopped singing for two weeks. Right now, I feel desperate to get well because yesterday I wasn’t able to served on the church. I really want to sing badly. I miss singing badly. I’m so grateful for the chance God had given me. I’m so happy he returned singing into my life.
And right now, it’s one of the things really cheering me up, making me confident about myself, making me happy, and giving me hope for the future.
I discovered days ago that you can become a music therapist, to help people with your singing. I wanna try that. Maybe when I get the chance, I will try to study that to be able to help people but right now, my focus is my choir members.
Something to look forward to… I wonder if it will indeed also the same feelings I have with the movie, “Once” but it already got my attention, so we’ll see.
Feeling Irritable? Tension and Unhappiness?
If you are experiencing what everyone refers to as PMS, Premenstrual Syndrome. Well I’m sorry you’re suffering it too but let me remind you that you are strong person and that men never experience this, so they don’t know how to carry this pain, control ourselves and still work, take care of our children, and still be able to wash clothes and do housework in our entire days before our actual period
It is said that in our modern time, that the abbreviation is used frequently in English-speaking countries according to Wikipedia. My only question is how much of the men in our life actually understands what we women go through?
I am fine with my work but when you work in a man’s world, and spending more than 9 hours a day with guys who are younger than you, it is actually fun and torture at the same time.
First is talking to them is like talking to a bunch of 12 years old, all you get are jokes and you rarely get a serious answer. So I keep requesting my employer to hire someone a little older that I can relate with.
A few months ago, I went to work and I was experiencing PMS. I got to my table and sat resting then my work husband started flirting with me and bantering with me but the problem is I wasn’t in the mood. So we ended up in a fight that day but like we always do, we made up the next day.
Yeah, he’s my work husband because we have a really good chemistry but apart from that nothing, no serious conversion.
Of course sometimes they are capable of surprising you too. It was lunch and my work husband and I met and he noticed that I bought my pad. He was trying to grab it from my hands but I was fast so he didn’t see it. Then he said “Oh I know what that is, I keep seeing it from my mom and my sister”. Whew! Thank God for mom’s and sister’s existence in his life.
Guys in my work are so young that I always end up being the understanding one all the time. It actually makes me lonely sometimes because it’s hard when you there’s no other girl at work to talk to. I have to keep to myself. It makes me miss my best friend like hell but her schedule at work is the opposite of mine. I’m so tired and exhausted, I don’t have time to meet anyone or even go to the mall for that matter.
So it makes me wonder if a relationship with a guy like him would work, maybe it will if he’s older and more mature because I’m older than him.
And the last guy I’ve fallen for can be described as a decade older than me.
Somehow it also reminds me of the show, NCIS Los Angeles character Deeks. I certainly applaud Kensi to have the patience to spend some time with Deeks because my work husband is very much like Deeks. I used to wish to meet someone and fall for a guy who is similar to my personality because I know and I am very confident that I can handle it but I was wrong.
Ever since meeting my work husband five months ago, I was blown away and he makes me insane. He doesn’t have my personality I think but we have similarities so I’ve taken back what I said that I don’t wanna fall for a guy who’s got my best friend’s personality. I am succumbing to the fact that there’s no one else I rather be friends with, there’s no one else I rather fall for, and there’s no one I rather spend the rest of my life with than with a guy who’s got my best friend’s personality unfortunately.
It is unfortunate because this guy’s personality is stronger than mine and he’s got a control over me that I refuse to give but whether I like it or not, it is something I will succumb to all the time if he doesn’t stop annoying me.
I know that it is a cycle of life that we don’t really end up with the people we set on for, we usually end up with the people we least think were ever going to love and someone opposite than us.
Well, that’s what happen to me, I fell for a guy I promise myself I never wanted to end up with years ago.
Okay, so now that our conversation took off on its own, let’s go back to the real topic.
How to get through the day of PMS? It’s easy, be happy about the things that makes you happy, little things and big things. There are not really little when you think of them but sometimes I know they feel little compared to some of the things you really wanted in your life.
Remind yourself what it is. As for me, every time I am down, I remind myself of what I’ve been through and what I’ve accomplished last year.
I have a long way to go to the end of the rainbow but I know it will come. I trust God with all my heart that it will come at the right place and time. I just have to be patient and hang in here. Don’t get angry. Don’t get mad.
According to Carolyn Myss, “The soul always know what to do to heal itself, the challenge is to silence the mind.”
It makes a lot of sense to me so rather than letting your mind get to you, let’s practice silencing the mind and staying positive no matter what.
I’m positive. I believe. I had taken that blessing from God that He will give it to me.
I grew up as a child with no allergies but just the symptoms of my Meniere’s disease which are intense migraine and heartburn from being acidic.
My mom has a very fair complexion that I grew up envying because I may be fair but not that fair. She could be white as snow and her skin is flawless but there’s a catch. My mom has allergies for as long as she lives. She’s not allowed to eat almost everything so she doesn’t have a choice but to eat and have her medications everyday. I even see her injecting those antihistamines and steroids in her skin. She is a nurse by the way.
This year is been a lucky and miraculous year to me. It is this year that I promised myself last year that I will move on for good from my great love.
I don’t know why but maybe stress has something to do with it developing but I started to have sensitive skin. At first I called it my lovesick symptoms, my love bites, because as I mentioned before I told myself that I’m going to move on from him this year and it really started this year as well, so yeah.
Also I forgot to mention that my Aunt also has a sensitive skin. She’s allergic in many things and if you live with her, you will see her putting ointments most of the time. Now, she’s cured because her dermatologist gave her good medications and soap and lotion to use.
Months later that lovesick of mine or my love bites had started to get worst and I now have to carry antihistamines wherever I go. Well it seems that my condition has worsened because right now I have my second attack of my lovesick symptoms or as the internet would call Skin Asthma. Thanks my loving Aunt she gave me her ointment that works well with my love bites and antihistamines to drink at night and in the morning.
It’s funny and irritating how my Aunt reacted to my skin allergy. I thought she’s so squeamish, of course when I myself on the mirror, that’s when I realized that I actually look worse. I ought to post a picture but I don’t want to ruin your appetite. Just picture me as one of the Dalmatians. My block spots are red spots instead. I also decided to go to work which is a bad idea because I feel really itchy and sleepy right now from the medication. I mean the itchiness curved to a slight disturbance but my medication has a drowsiness effect. So when I get home, I plan to have an Oatmeal bath, and then apply some pure glycerin if I get to buy one.
I feel really uncomfortable right now and I want to sleep.
No worries OK? Cause I feel great and happy about myself because I’ve been blessed with 3 things I’ve been waiting for a long time. Maybe I don’t have my great love but at least I have those three things. I know for sure that God has a plan to me to give me my right one and we’ll be together permanently for good.
Writing my first draft has been a slow process to me but it’s going.
So today I ask myself, what should I do to bring back the confidence I have in writing from the start this first in a different format.
Writing this before as a novel is actually an exciting, moving process for me. I don’t have a writer’s block, I’m just not feeling inspired. I’m not depress, I just feel sad. Anyway enough making excuses, it’s time to motivate myself.
Before I decided to move on from this guy, I’m so confident that we’re meant to be because all the signs point to him, all evidence, science, logic, and even God’s signs. I am now moving on, I feel great about myself. I don’t think less of myself because I know my personality, my sign, my strengths and my weaknesses. Now that I have moved on at one point, I will admit that all those signs still points to him. So why am I not confident anymore?
It’s easy, because I’ve let the past get to me. I need to learn to ignore it and focus myself on the positive things and those positive signs. Yes, I’m moving on and at one point had moved on, but those signs gives me security, assurance, and confidence for the future that God has plans for me or is holding something for me at the end of the line.
I feel fired up and excited because those signs serves as evidence to me. They are studied, recorded, categorized, and even other people served as witnesses of those signs being true. Those people are my allies and boost to my confidence.
So by the end of the day, I’m expecting to finish at least 7 pages of my draft, and then I’m 110 pages to go. I am again excited, confident, proud, and happy about myself.
I just want to say now that I can’t wait to meet my Robin Hood. I know Marian is a strong character but I believe that in the first few stories, she’s actually portrayed as a damsel in distress that needs saving all the time.
I’m strong, I always believed that I don’t need saving because I can take care of myself just fine. In fact I save people all the time from themselves, and their problems and I’m not a damsel in distress but it would be nice to be saved once in a while.
Wish me luck! If you have problems, ask me and I’ll do my best to help and support.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
– Ernest Hemingway
One of the tips I’ve got from writing years ago is that don’t wait for the inspiration to come to write.
Instead learn to court your muse. Push yourself to write anytime and anywhere, and in the end you will be able to train your mind to create ideas anytime and anywhere.
Months ago, there was a day where I planned to write a chapter for the novel I was working on, it was a very happy chapter, well it wasn’t a happy ending chapter but the chapter is more like a revelation. I made that planned the night before.
The next day, it turned out to be one of those days where everything gets to you, where you get reminded of everything painful, so during that day, I felt so brokenhearted.
What I did, is pushed myself to write that chapter. I made it but it was very painful. I was crying even while I was writing that happy chapter. I was proud of myself that day. It also made me realize that it is possible and that when you use your emotions or something painful and convert it to writing, it brings out good results.
In the past, when I get angry, all I do is write to my friend, and then the anger disappears or if not, I just write. Writing is a therapy to me.
Now, my other trial in writing is my first draft which I mentioned from my previous post, I’ve been writing it for months but I’m adapting it to another format. I have the characters, the outline, and the story. I realized that it’s the kind of writing I’m really passionate about since I read a lot of stories in that format since in grade school. I’m also incorporating some changes on the story. It reminds me of something very personal and painful. After all some of the things we write come from our experiences. It’s different from my experience but some how has similarities too.
Now I fully understand what Mr. Ernest Hemingway means.