I was given this picture shot during my dinner in Turkey. The place used to be a brothel!!!
Hubba hubba
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Nightshow in Istanbul
I was given this picture shot during my dinner in Turkey. The place used to be a brothel!!!
Hubba hubba
Friday, March 6, 2009
Book for March '09
'Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.'From Love Story, by Erich Segal
At first, the words may not make sense; as I told my colleague, if you're acting like an ass or a bitch to your significant other, of course you have to say you're sorry.
But after reading this book, what it said makes perfect sense.
If you truly love someone, you don't need to say you're sorry, because, well, won't that person become the most important reason in your life that you treat him or her with such respect and devotion so that you won't ever slight them? Then again, maybe not. After all, I know how easily it is to treat a complete stranger with exquisite manners and then turn around and yell to your loved ones because, really, shouldn't they know better?
But again, if you truly love someone, shouldn't you accept that person's flaws as well? Shouldn't you be forgiving without having to ask that person to apologize first?
I know that when I quarrel with my Ming, and those incidents are not infrequent believe you me, and he said he's sorry (though sometimes, very seldom occasions I tell you, quite rare really, that the fault is mine), somehow his sorry is not what I want to hear. It's not what I need. It doesn't lessen the pain, so to speak.
Sometimes, what I want from him is to really listen to how I feel about the whole thing, and understand. My feeling and thoughts may be ridiculous according to him, it doesn't make any sense and he even may think I'm wrong, and maybe I am, but above all else, I can say with utmost certainty, that I don't need, or want, his sorry.
I want his understanding; I want him to go the extra miles in not only understanding but also accepting the twisted mind of a hormonal and irrational-at-times woman he vows to love for better or worse till death do us part. Just because. Just because with this woman, it's different. Just because this woman is his wife, his significant other, the mother of his child. Just because he loves this woman.
And that is how I see this book all about. Loving someone without motives. Loving someone just because.
When you read this book, you may get different message, or no message at all. I don't think the author meant to impart life-changing experience for the readers. But for me, well, it conveys perfectly in words what I've been trying to grasp, what i try to tell Ming after we have all those fights that really, he doesn't ever have to say he's sorry. Just Because.
But after reading this book, what it said makes perfect sense.
If you truly love someone, you don't need to say you're sorry, because, well, won't that person become the most important reason in your life that you treat him or her with such respect and devotion so that you won't ever slight them? Then again, maybe not. After all, I know how easily it is to treat a complete stranger with exquisite manners and then turn around and yell to your loved ones because, really, shouldn't they know better?
But again, if you truly love someone, shouldn't you accept that person's flaws as well? Shouldn't you be forgiving without having to ask that person to apologize first?
I know that when I quarrel with my Ming, and those incidents are not infrequent believe you me, and he said he's sorry (though sometimes, very seldom occasions I tell you, quite rare really, that the fault is mine), somehow his sorry is not what I want to hear. It's not what I need. It doesn't lessen the pain, so to speak.
Sometimes, what I want from him is to really listen to how I feel about the whole thing, and understand. My feeling and thoughts may be ridiculous according to him, it doesn't make any sense and he even may think I'm wrong, and maybe I am, but above all else, I can say with utmost certainty, that I don't need, or want, his sorry.
I want his understanding; I want him to go the extra miles in not only understanding but also accepting the twisted mind of a hormonal and irrational-at-times woman he vows to love for better or worse till death do us part. Just because. Just because with this woman, it's different. Just because this woman is his wife, his significant other, the mother of his child. Just because he loves this woman.
And that is how I see this book all about. Loving someone without motives. Loving someone just because.
When you read this book, you may get different message, or no message at all. I don't think the author meant to impart life-changing experience for the readers. But for me, well, it conveys perfectly in words what I've been trying to grasp, what i try to tell Ming after we have all those fights that really, he doesn't ever have to say he's sorry. Just Because.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
.......
As of this moment, My Ming, Felicia, along with my sister Vini and her son, Keito, are not feeling well from either sore throat/runny nose or both.
And I have a nasty feeling that I will be the next victim.
My head felt heavy and my throat doesn't feel good....
Oh dear.
And I have a nasty feeling that I will be the next victim.
My head felt heavy and my throat doesn't feel good....
Oh dear.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Glimpse of Married life (Wife's perspective) Part 2
On answering a simple question...
V(ivi) :honey, can we talk?
M(ing) (groan): sure
V: so, how do you know that I'm the one?
M: (sigh) isn't it a bit too late to wonder?
V (swatting him on the shoulder): I'm serious. After all, you have just broken up with your ex of four years, then within a week you're going out with me and within five months you ...
M: ask you to marry me?
V: TELL me to marry you, you never really ask me, remember?
M: are you regretting it?
V: don't change the subject dear, I'm asking you a question. Quite simple really, how do you know?
M (start to get annoyed): I don't know! I can't point out exactly when or where or how!! No man can! it doesn't make any sense! You read too much romance !!
V: Come on honey, it's really simple question.
M: No it's not! It's a trap question I tell you! why don't you shoot me in the head instead?!
V: hhhh.....
Disclaimer:
Based on actual event happening less than 24 hours ago actually...
V(ivi) :honey, can we talk?
M(ing) (groan): sure
V: so, how do you know that I'm the one?
M: (sigh) isn't it a bit too late to wonder?
V (swatting him on the shoulder): I'm serious. After all, you have just broken up with your ex of four years, then within a week you're going out with me and within five months you ...
M: ask you to marry me?
V: TELL me to marry you, you never really ask me, remember?
M: are you regretting it?
V: don't change the subject dear, I'm asking you a question. Quite simple really, how do you know?
M (start to get annoyed): I don't know! I can't point out exactly when or where or how!! No man can! it doesn't make any sense! You read too much romance !!
V: Come on honey, it's really simple question.
M: No it's not! It's a trap question I tell you! why don't you shoot me in the head instead?!
V: hhhh.....
Disclaimer:
Based on actual event happening less than 24 hours ago actually...
Glimpse of Married LIfe (Husband Perspective)
explanation: actions written between * are done in my head and not to be known by persons outside
Incident 1 (aka trap question 1):
V: Honey, do I look fat to you?
M: errr..... *glance over to make sure*.... of course not honey.... *prays that the delay in answering is just enough so it doesn't sound like automatic defense mechanism was activated*...
V: awwwww.... so sweet!
M: *whew, passed this time!*
Incident 2 (aka trap question 2):
V: Honey, do you love me?
M: errr.... *appears to think the answer carefully* .... of course honey..... *prays that the delay in answering is just enough so it doesn't sound like automatic defense mechanism was activated*...
V: awwwww.... so sweet!
M: *whew, passed this time!*
Incident 3 (aka trap question 3):
V: Honey, how can you be sure that you picked the right person when you chose me? Are you sure that I'm the one for you? (or anything that resembles this statement in spirit)
M: errr.... *appears to think the answer carefully* .... of course honey..... *prays that the delay in answering is just enough so it doesn't sound like automatic defense mechanism was activated*...
V: awwwww.... so sweet!
M: *whew, passed this time!*
Incident 4:
please look at Incident 1
Incident 5:
please look at Incident 2
Incident 6:
please look at Incident 3
Incident 7:
rinse and repeat
Incident 8:
repeat the rinsing
Incident 9:
you get the idea
and so on and so forth, the terrorized life of a husband ever so fearful of that wrong answer....
disclaimer:
The names mentioned in this story are purely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons MUST BE incidental. This story is just that, a story with no historical basis and should be treated as such. M stands for Mars and V stands for Venus, you know, those planets orbiting the sun, yay!
*riiiiight*
Incident 1 (aka trap question 1):
V: Honey, do I look fat to you?
M: errr..... *glance over to make sure*.... of course not honey.... *prays that the delay in answering is just enough so it doesn't sound like automatic defense mechanism was activated*...
V: awwwww.... so sweet!
M: *whew, passed this time!*
Incident 2 (aka trap question 2):
V: Honey, do you love me?
M: errr.... *appears to think the answer carefully* .... of course honey..... *prays that the delay in answering is just enough so it doesn't sound like automatic defense mechanism was activated*...
V: awwwww.... so sweet!
M: *whew, passed this time!*
Incident 3 (aka trap question 3):
V: Honey, how can you be sure that you picked the right person when you chose me? Are you sure that I'm the one for you? (or anything that resembles this statement in spirit)
M: errr.... *appears to think the answer carefully* .... of course honey..... *prays that the delay in answering is just enough so it doesn't sound like automatic defense mechanism was activated*...
V: awwwww.... so sweet!
M: *whew, passed this time!*
Incident 4:
please look at Incident 1
Incident 5:
please look at Incident 2
Incident 6:
please look at Incident 3
Incident 7:
rinse and repeat
Incident 8:
repeat the rinsing
Incident 9:
you get the idea
and so on and so forth, the terrorized life of a husband ever so fearful of that wrong answer....
disclaimer:
The names mentioned in this story are purely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons MUST BE incidental. This story is just that, a story with no historical basis and should be treated as such. M stands for Mars and V stands for Venus, you know, those planets orbiting the sun, yay!
*riiiiight*
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