Happy Endings

"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bands and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope"

- Gigi, from the movie He's Just Not That Into You
(i know you guys are going to kill me for the spoiler alert)



Yep. That's me. I'm a Gigi. :P

In good time

Life always comes to you in good time. There's no need to rush it, and nothing to be gained by attempting to hold it back.

Some things will take longer than you thought they would. Go ahead and get them completed anyway.

Some things will arrive sooner than you anticipated. Go ahead and deal with them when they do.


Make good and thoughtful use of every moment that comes your way. Peacefully let go of any anxiety or resentment about how little time you have or how much time it takes, and simply give your best as time continues to flow.


In good time, you'll get it done. In good time, you'll look back and know without a doubt that you have indeed been moving forward.


-- Ralph Marston

out of the picture

Dear Rosie.

So you went ahead and did it. You married what’s-his-name. You looked beautiful Rosie. I was to stand beside you at the altar, and I was proud to be there with you on your special day. I was proud to be your best man, but just as you said at my wedding, I wasn’t the best man that day, what’s-his-name was. You both looked great together.

I got the oddest feeling when you turned your back to me to walk down the aisle with Greg. It was a pang of jealousy. Is that normal? Did you get that feeling on my wedding day, or am I going completely crazy? I just kept thinking over and over in my head, “Everything is going to change now, everything is going to change.” Greg is the man for you now he gets to hear all your secrets and where does that leave me? It was a weird feeling, Rosie, one that eventually passed but one that was present all the same.

I didn’t date talk about it to anyone, especially Sally, because then she would be only too delighted to think that her little theory of men and women being unable to “just friends” was correct. It’s not like I was jealous because I wanted to be your husband, it was just… Oh I know how to explain it. I suppose I just felt left out, that’s all.

….

Get in touch with me when you get back (from your honeymoon); prove to me that at least some things never change.

Love,
Alex

- An excerpt from the book ‘Love, Rosie’ by Cecilia Ahern

When was the last time you got 'kilig'?

When a friend asked me this question a few weeks ago I didn’t even know what to reply. After reviewing the photos in my camera, I think I found my answer.

We were in the hospital a few weeks ago because my lola had a mild stroke. My Tita would always bring food for the visitors, I guess since my dad would spend more than 8 hours in the hospital during the weekend – he wouldn’t want to eat the same ulam that he had for lunch during dinner. So one Sunday my Auntie offered to prepare dinner for my dad although he politely declined and said “Magdadate nalang kami ni Lulli” (which is my mom).

I kinda found that funny because I don’t remember the last time my dad actually had a ‘date’ with my mom.

He said that he’ll step out for awhile to check on the status of my lola with the doctor/nurses and then the next thing I knew he was gone for more than 30 mins. He came back holding two plastic bags of food. He starts preparing dinner for mama and himself. So this is his the definition of date according to Mr. Bong Vilchez.

Yes. Kinikilig ako for them. Check out the smile of my mom. I wanted to barf.