Of Silly Girls and Prince Charmings

I fell in love today. *goofy grin*

Yes, I did. With Jon McLauglin. How can someone look so good and sound so good? Is that even allowed?

The song So Close was a soundtrack for the movie Enchanted and yes I am greatly disappointed of this late discovery. I heard the song over the radio a few days ago and I remembered to google it today and voila! He looks so damn good pala! Sorry for the gushing. GIRLS yeah yeah.

The lovely song is just so heartwarming and it reminds me of fairytales, slow dancing, falling in love blah blah. I guess in every girl there will always be that silly part of ourselves who dreams of Prince Charmings,  Edward Cullens, Christian Greys, the knights in shining armor who will steal our hearts and trip us into a great love story. That despite our past relationships, our brokenness and mediocrity our heart desires something beautiful (yes, like the movies and like the fairy tales and the impossibles but who’s to say it can’t happen eh?)

It may sound ridiculous but don’t let go of that part of you. Because in this age where it’s a struggle to hold on to a relationship or marriage, I think we need that part of ourselves who will hope and believe that somewhere out there a magical and lasting love story can exist.

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I am Ready. Bring it On!

We’ve all had our hearts broken….

It’s never easy…

But one thing is for sure… unlike broken things, a broken heart can be stitched back together and it can work more wonderfully than it did before.

I was browsing through my files when I came a across some things I wrote a few months back. I clicked them open one by one. As I read through the words, memories came flooding back… some things I couldn’t remember anymore…not until today. I laughed out loud at one point seeing the word “soulmate” and shaking my head. “Really? How’d you come up with that idea?” was all I could ask myself. Funny how our thoughts change after a while.

Although, it is a part of my past that I don’t want to revisit anymore I realized that it is still a part of who I was and who I am, for that matter. It will always be something that changed me and after reading those writings I finally realized that it’s finally a closed chapter. I am happy with where I am right now and I believe I am ready to face what life has in store for me. I have forgiven the people who’ve hurt me a long time ago but more importantly I have forgiven myself too.

Now, I can finally write about it. I have refused to write anything about this before because I told myself I won’t delve in too much drama anymore.  This time though, I will write about it for the reason that I want to remember how far I’ve come.

In my attempt to forget what happened, I’ve deleted most of the files a few months ago. The following are the ones that survived my rage. Haha.

Sometime in March

“The words pierced though like daggers or maybe a slap in the face or a punch in the stomach. “If ever…”. As the words registered through my brain I couldn’t help having that sinking feeling. The next words were like distant echoes. I pulled away instantly. He noticed the sudden change in my mood and asked me what was wrong. I shook my head and said “Wala.” The tears threatened. He really didn’t have any plans. He really couldn’t do it. I knew that but the confirmation made it feel ten times more difficult to digest. Wow. I cursed myself for expecting. I hated him for popping the “What if” question.  I couldn’t help thinking how I’ve let it come this far. I cried. I punched him. I screamed at him. “How could you?” was all I could ask. “Sinabi ko naman sayo wag mo ako paaasahin.” I sobbed. He tried to pull me close but I kept on pushing him away. He was speechless. He didn’t have any reassuring words and that made it worse. “

Sometime in June

“In the middle of reading the book, of waiting for an email, of explaining my absence, I realized the only vivid emotion I have right now is FEAR. I have to admit to myself that I’m scared. I’m scared about the future. I’m scared about moving on. I’m so scared to be sucked in this moving on phase. I don’t want it to last for months or years. And this is something I have to get over with.

I need someone who will take away the fear. Someone who will assure me that the future is going to be beautiful. “

Sometime in September

Was it because people stick with those who fight for them? She never did. All she ever did was ask him to let her go. Would have it been any different if she fought, if she made it her battle? Did he love her any less because she didn’t fight for him?

Her eyes fluttered open soaking in the rays of light peeking in through the blinds. Was it a dream? A bad nightmare? The words still echoed in her head. It played over and over like a refrain or a bad last song syndrome. She reached for her mobile phone and typed in a quick message to her boss. Work didn’t appeal to her today. In fact, she didn’t feel like doing anything at all. She lay on her bed replaying the phone conversation from yesterday. She clicked on her playlist and John Mayer’s words floated around the quiet room.

“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart waking up is the hardest part. You roll out of bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.”

Is love really a decision? “I’ve already decided”, he said more to himself than to her refusing to answer the question directly. How she wished it was just as easy to tell herself that the feelings were gone, that the words meant nothing, that everything was just a big lie. They’ve been through this before only this time there were no ‘somedays’, no ‘tomorrows’, no hopes because he has already decided. How unfair it was that she had to ask him a thousand times to let her go but he was the one who kept holding on, dragging her deeper and finally to let her go just when she started to believe in his ‘somedays’.

Did he mean it? Was it really gone? Whether he did or he didn’t she had to believe it for her own sake. It was probably absurd to beg him to say those words. Though it would have been easier to believe it if he didn’t say it with hesitation, if she didn’t have to plead and beg him to say it. Did he say it only because she agreed to be friends or did he say it because it was really the truth?

There was silence. Then he finally said it “Hindi na kita mahal.”

She caught her breathe. For a while everything seemed to stop. Those words were like daggers to her heart. “Thank you”, she whispered.

O diba ang drama lang? Hehe.

Reading back through those just made me smile. Ang corny na, ang drama pa. Haha. No wonder kulang nalang pagulungin ako sa hills ng mga kaibigan ko (you can gag now, my friends =p). Kidding aside, I guess we all go through these emotions.  They’re real. I might have felt like losing something before but now I’ve realized that I gained more from losing. These dramas, roller coaster of emotions, holding on, letting go, grief… in the end, they all teach us a lesson. I learned that we should not wait for someone to fix us. If we need to fix ourselves, it’s a DIY (do it yourself) thing.

And if you have gone through the same agony, remember that you should use these life experiences to make yourself a better version of who you are. Allow it to make you stronger and wiser so that the next time you put your heart out there you know how to set the bar high… set it high in terms of who treat you right.

This is something I’ve learned through all the brokenness; There’s nothing really wrong in loving someone too much. In fact, we should love someone with all that we have. The real problem is we love ourselves too little.

When you have the courage to look back at your past and feel love for yourself when you see the monsters you have battled, it means you are ready to move forward. It may take a while…. but you can only hurt as much as you allow yourself too. Be someone you can love and allow that love to grow in you.  When you love yourself, you’ll never settle with something less than great.

When you’re ready, everything will fall into place. Bring it on, universe! I know you have planned  something wonderful for me.

Paint Your HEART Happy

Wee! It’s the LOVE month. Over the centuries, decades, years Valentine’s Day celebration has evolved but nonetheless it still celebrates Love and Romance.

Paint your heart HAPPY this Valentine’s Day!


Just because there’s no romance going on in your life right now it doesn’t mean you have to scorn, curse, get appalled or dread the Valentine’s Day. It’s a day to celebrate LOVE more than romance. So, stop being cynical and start feeling the energy of this special day. If you are not in a relationship right now, you still have all the right to celebrate this day. Celebrate it because despite all the times your heart got broken, you never stopped hoping for that one special person to sweep you off your feet and treat your right (c’mon admit it.. IT’s OKAYYY!). I DO! I HOPE! Despite the many times my heart got broken, shattered, mangled, stomped upon  I still have a great amount of FAITH that somewhere in this vast universe, love awaits. And I tell you, it’s far more comforting to hope than to carry pessimism all throughout your life.

Last year Valentine’s Day, I was in my most drunken state. At 2AM in the morning with alcohol coursing through my veins and soaking my brain, I forced a friend to slow dance with me at some random Gotohan to KC and Jojo’s All My Life. Of course, I was too drunk to remember. The following 8 days were also spent with tears and alcohol. Pachetik! (jologs pronunciation of pathetic lol) Thank God it was off-season so my very dedicated runner friends were allowed to drink alcohol and sympathize with my misfortune, i.e., a broken heart. Haha! Cheers BBG!

This LOVE month, I wish to offer this to those who got their hearts broken because I wish them a HAPPY HEART for Valentine’s Day. I would like to celebrate this day for the people who, despite the loss and brokenness, never gave up on love.

This song is for you! Cmon and paint your heart happy! Hope you like it.