tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20747331278888183612011-07-29T11:10:58.196+08:00An awesome woman's exciting journey through singlehoodmichyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09779113931529073557noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074733127888818361.post-46564984813138949332009-10-11T21:33:00.002+08:002009-10-11T21:39:59.848+08:00

I happen to stumble upon this blog entry by Prince Marvin and I thought that this would be perfect for my blog. He's a really good writer and I enjoy reading his entries. This one is short but sweet...Women are like apples on trees.The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they just take

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This blog entry is long overdue. I’ve been meaning to write about the testimony I gave at church before I left the Philippines in July of this year.As I was waiting at the Australian Embassy, eagerly and nervously anticipating the result of my interview for our visa application I constantly prayed to the Lord that if my visa will be granted then it will truly be a testimony of God’s grace and

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I've been so busy that I haven't written anything in more than two months! I was so caught up with life's busyness that my body told me to stop and rest. All those weeks of lack of sleep and over fatigue took its toll on me. So now I'm forced to stay at home for almost two weeks. I'm on house arrest for having the flu coupled with a nasty attack of my allergic rhinitis. I was tested for A(H1N1)

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One hot summer afternoon my sister and I started arguing. As sisters we have a knack for turning a petty argument into a war zone. It was as simple as who will answer the phone. Ate: "Get the phone."Michy: "You're nearer, you answer it."Ate: "I don't want to answer it because I don't want people to know I'm here."Michy: "Well, I'm not getting it."Ate: "I'm not getting it either."This went on and

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Many things in my life are broken and messy. People would often (as in every time they see me) ask/bug me why I'm still single. They would start with asking the million-dollar question,"So who's your boyfriend now?" (as if expecting that I have a new boytoy every time they see me). Then they would follow up with, "But you're smart and beautiful, sayang naman (what a waste)!" or "You should be

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Last weekend I was reminded yet again why I started this blog in the first place. It was the night I almost went deaf and blind.Before I continue, a little history: One of my bestest gal pal, that we will call Vicky (she would kill me if she finds out that I'm writing about her for the whole world wide web to read), asked me if I can go clubbing with her and her new boytoy. Normally, I would be

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It was just one of those ordinary days where you don't expect anything monumental to happen. And then I saw him. I saw him walking down the street. I sat frozen in my car clutching the steering wheel til my knuckles turned white. The radio was blaring but all I could hear was the sound of my pounding heart. I couldn't move. "What am I supposed to do?" I thought frantically. BEEEEEEPPPP!!! I was

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"There were moments when my dad wasn't the easiest person to love. My mom could've chosen to give up but she loved him anyway. I wish I had my mother's strength and courage to choose to love someone when walking away seems to be a more convenient option ..."I was watching TV while my mom was sleeping beside me. As I got off her bed to go to my own room, she suddenly called me..."Papa"No, she

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I'd like to thank Oracle for giving me the inspiration to write this post when he made a comment on my What He Says Vs. What He Actually Really Means entry. He said:(Mali talga si parekoy na itrato ang mga babae na ganun lang. Pero hindi ito ang gusto ko bigyan ng punto. Pipilitin ko mag ingles... Pakihanda ang mop para sa dugo.. hehe...)Damned if you do, Damned if you don't!It's not like I'm

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"I think I want to break up with my girlfriend." My friend casually announced.We were eating vanilla sundaes last night when he started telling me about his dilemma. He asked me how he's going to tell his girlfriend that he doesn't want to be with her anymore. He's worried that he'll hurt her (Duh!). The girl just lost her job because of the current global financial crisis. He doesn't want to

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Clear blue skies. Cool ocean breeze. Waves gently lapping on the shore.The beach always has that unexplainable magic where it can bring two people from worlds apart together. It's a perfect backdrop for that perfect love story where boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after.Sasha came to that tropical paradise for a much needed vacation--- away from the hustle and bustle of

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You know how when we were still in grade school and we would write cheesy acronyms at the end of our letters to our crush or friends? Well it's funny now but back in those days it was one of the coolest things ever! Remember I.T.A.L.Y (I Trust And Love You) or J.A.P.AN (Just Always Pray At Night)?This is from our pastor's preaching at our church in VCF Alabang yesterday. It's so funny that I

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"Kabila ka ba sa huling taon ng '80s at mga unang taon ng '90s?"This is my first attempt to write something in my native tongue. I find it really difficult to read and write in Filipino sadly because I was too consumed by the Western Culture and well I was used to the English language when I read or write anything practically all my life. And if you really listen to me in Filipino you will find

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They say that "A man falls in love with a woman's beauty, while a woman falls for his words."I know this is the love month so I decided not to write about that gushy stuff since everyone is talking about it anyways in their own blog sites! This enrty isn't about boy-meets-girl, girl-falls-in-love-with-boy. It's quite the opposite actually. It's about how one girl was smart enough to see, or

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GIRL FRIEND: But he's really hot!MICHY: He may look good on the outside but you know very well that he's only second best---a consolation prize.GIRL FRIEND: "Yun lang naman problema sa kanya pero other than that pwede na." (That's the only problem I have with him but other than that I think he'll do for now)MICHY: Pwede na? You don't deserve a "pwede na guy". You deserve the best, God's best.

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"I think it's really brave of you to share your honest and vulnerable thoughts on romantic relationships. I found myself nodding as I read though it. I was encouraged even more to wait and trust God in that department. :)"---EraAfter reading my blog, one of my friends left this message in my Facebook. Actually I haven't seen her in a long time. We used to go to the same church when we were

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One of my recent exes kept resurfacing. For months he's been bugging me to go out with him "as friends" but I would turn him down each time he makes an attempt. Until finally one day I told him off. He just couldn't take a hint. There's a reason why I walked out on him---I want him out of my life...permanently! When I told him that I'm already seeing someone else that's when he promised to never

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When you're single all you're really looking for is a happy ending.... Unfortunately the sad reality of life is this: Of all the times you've fallen in love only one of your stories can end that way. The inevitable happens where the rest end with someone getting hurt. No happily ever after... just a whole lot of hurt.So let me tell you the story of that "Jerkass" (yup that's what I call him now:

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Top 5: "Chuck it Away"Get rid of everything that reminds you of him/her. Turn off the radio or delete some if not all the songs in your iPod or PSP or MP3 or wherever gadget you store your music. Even just a song or a scent or a TV show will remind you of either all the happy times you've had together or why you hate the person so much. I once had a "burial ceremony" where I burried in our

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As my 27th birthday looms nearer I suddenly caught the most dreadful birthday blues. You see, when I was a kid I looked forward to my birthday every year because I was sure that my mom would always throw me a party. You know that feeling you had when you were a kid and tomorrow is the school field trip and you just can't sleep because of excitement? Well, that's how excited I used to be whenever

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Someone once told me that "Boracay is soooo overrated!" But, I beg to differ.I wasn't really looking forward to going back to Boracay for the third time last year because well....I'm kinda sick of it! I wanted to go somewhere I haven't traveled to like Bohol or Palawan or Pagudpud. But my mom insisted on going to that overcrowded, garbage littered, overrated little island they call paradise. And

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Remember the dude I wrote about in my November 23 blog whom I ran into at the parking lot 3 weeks ago? Yup! The jerk who didn't even bother to stop and roll down his window to say hi.Well as soon as I logged into my YM this morning, this jerk from my better-forgotten past popped into my screen and said:Hi. Pwede ba tayo magusap ng normal? (Can we talk like normal people?)Kasi ayoko ng may sama ka

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"Just when I've already given up on love I met your mum".Sammy, my new Italian-Australian stepdad, was telling me the story of how he fell in love with my mom. We were having a quiet candle-lit dinner on the white sands of Boracay and it definitely set the mood. He was holding my mom's hand the whole time he was recalling their four-month whirlwind romance.They had an intimate beautiful wedding

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One of the many down sides of having dated a string of guys and ending up being friends with only one of them is you're bound to run into one (or if you're unlucky two) of those that you're not friends with. In short---->the guys/jerks you're hoping you'll never have to see again for the rest of your life-ever!As I was waiting for a parking space last Friday I saw in my rear view mirror a

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Promise: Why are you sad Auntie Mich?Mich: Because my boyfriend left already and went back to his country.Promise: Don't worry Auntie Mich, he'll come back for you.This conversation happened a year ago when Promise, my adorable niece, was only 3 years old. Imagine a kid saying this to me! I mean, what does she know about love and relationships, right? But there I was thinking that he's never

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"Ikakasal na si Jen, yung anak ni Espie... naunahan ka pa".(Espie's daughter is getting married... she beat you to it.)Two mornings ago, I woke up to my mom's nagging voice telling me that her friend's daughter is getting married and she's only 22 years old. Until this day I don't get why my mom likes talking to people who are still asleep, particularly my sister and I. Maybe because she just

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I still can't believe that...my mom's getting married again---for the second time---before my sister---before me (I don't even have a boyfriend!)---before everyone else! (my still single cousins and friends)And that my sister's engaged to be married next year!And the fact that they're both in a long distance relationship which they manage to be successful in, i mean it actually works for them!

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