Friday, February 26, 2010

THE FINE PRINT OF DREAMS



i have leveled with the girls - from Anchorage to Amarillo
i tell them that all marriages are happy
it's the living together that's tough
i tell them that a good marriage is not a gift,
it's an achievement
that marriage is not for kids. it takes guts and maturity
it separates the men from the boys and the women from girls
i tell them that marriage is tested daily by the ability to compromise
it's survival can depend on being smart enough to know what's worth fighting about
or making an issue of or even mentioning
marriage is giving - and more important, it's forgiving
and it is almost always the wife who must do these things
then, as if that were not enough, she must be willing to forget what she forgave
often that's the hardest part
oh, i have leveled all right
if they don't get my message, Buster
it's because they don't want to get it
rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals
because nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.


This was written by Ann Landers who once gave some helpful advice regarding the work marriage involves. I got this poem from the book I KISSED DATING GOODBYE by JOSHUA HARRIS. I just like to share this to everyone that good marriages require work, patience, self-discipline, sacrifice and submission. Hope you guys could get something from this.


Friday, February 5, 2010

NO!!! i don't miss them


I was on the 6th floor at Skyrise Bldg2 waiting for the elevator to open for me. "Why did it took so long on the 7th floor?", i asked myself pensively. When it opened, i was startled to see Chino, Dodot, Juday and Tisoy riding on it. They remind me then that i'm missing them all. My only plan was just to get my Certificate of Employment. I never planned to see any of them because i thought i don't miss them.

They took me on the rooftop to join their 15-minute break. It was actually my first time to get there, it was so beautiful and very relaxing and i wish we all could've spent more time hanging in there.

My resignation was abrupt and i wasn't able to prepare myself more. I never saw it coming and i was infallible to do it yet i really felt bad when i had to.

My colleague William was once raised a question to us (me, ronan and jaja) during one of our first breaks in the morning: "Where is good in the word GOODBYE?" When we didn't utter any single word, he answered his own question, i forgot how did he say it but the thought of it was more of a cliche like "when one door closes, the other door will be opened." (Did i get it right, yam?) YES, hopefully but i just miss everyone. It feels so odd to work without their faces. I will always remember their smiles, laughters, their pranks, their bubbling mouths, rare endless conversations and how they put themselves in my heart, though in every different way but i feel like grateful for sharing themselves to me.

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