Sunday, December 27, 2009

Northgate





Been working @ Alabang for about 2 years now. Northgate isn't as crowded as Makati but life here is pretty cool: laid back...quiet. :-D

Aussie Cafe




Been @ Aussie Cafe last 23rd to have a team Christmas Party. Had exchange gifts and I received a really nice bag! :-D Love the chicken @ Aussie too. :-D

The Ring

Last Sunday, during the reunion, my mom gave me a ring. It's not just an ordinary ring but a ring from my grandma. According to her, lola gave her the ring when she was pregnant with me. The ring changes it's color when you have a fever. Ancestral!!! :-D




Wednesday, December 23, 2009

My Dream Wedding Gown



Website:http://designweddinggowns.com

One thing I like about this is that it's simple but classy...just add a veil and that's it. :-)

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

New Year, New Hair... SHORT HAIR!!!

Went to Freshaire this morning because i felt so damn ugly. Gotta do something about the feeling so I decided to haev a new look. :-)




Sunday, December 20, 2009

Mini-Reunion

Yesterday, I had a reunion with my long time friends. We met at ATC and headed straight to Coffee Bean when we can't find a place at Starbucks.My long time friends who came were namely: Louise, Mark, Nico and Katherine. We met up around 4pm although it was scheduled around 3pm.hahahaha. Anyway, it had been a long time since we saw each other. We were classmates back in Grade 6, Section 1 @ Almanza Elementary School. Althought we see each other every now and then but we hadn't had the chance to sit down and chat since all of us are busy.

There were new things that I learned about my friends. Louise, who graduated in Grade 6 as 2nd Honorable Mention and attended High School at Manila Science High School, is now a Teacher at Bloomfield Academy and is teaching Biology. Katherine, who was my classmate since Grade 5, is now working for Richmonde Hotel as a Front Desk Associate. Nico, who is one of the closest friends that I have, has already graduated in Mapua and is now preparing for his board exams. He took up Mechanical Engineering, if my memory serves me right. While Marky, of course, is a student at De La Salle University-Dasma and currently taking up Civil Engineering.

I just can't believe how much we've all grown and looking back at the old times really reminds us of how long our friendship had been. During the reunion, we talked about what's new about each other and of course, the old elementary days. The PTA, the teachers, the whole class!!! And, the yearbook that looks as if the 1x1 pictures were just photocopied.hahahahaha.

We went to Center Stage @ SM Southmall after staying at Coffee Bean since we wanted to have a Videoke. The "EMO" boys sang their hearts out through songs like Bended Knees, Now and Forever and other heartbreaking songs while we, the girls, sang girly songs of course. And then, they played the song "When You're Looking Like That" by Westlife which reminded us more of our elementary days since that was one popular song at that time and of course, we can't end the day without singing "Uptown Girl" which we all used to dance through L.A. Walk after the flag ceremony.hahahahaha

The reunion was really FUN!!!!!! I swear, I want to have reunion again!!!!! Too bad some of our friends weren't able to join us. :-( But anyway, it did feel good to see people you've known for so long. :-)




Sunday, December 13, 2009

From Honey






Mmmmmmmm.... DONUTS!!!! Love 'em!!! :-) Thanks Hon!!!

A Story

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said,

"I've got something to tell you." She sat down and ate quietly. Again I
observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I
had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic
calmly.



She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
"Why?"I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each
other.

She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our
marriage.

But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart
to Dew.

I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!



With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.



She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her
wasted time,resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved
Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had
expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce
which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.



The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep
very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.



When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.



In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in
that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons
were simple:

our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him
with our broken marriage



This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.



She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to
make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.



I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd.

"No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce", she said
scornfully.



My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed.

So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.

Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
broughtme a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the
door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said
softly; "don't tell our son about the divorce". I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I
put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office



On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest.

I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't
looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more.
There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had
taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.



On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning.

This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.



On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again.

I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her ...as the month
slipped by.

Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.



She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown
bigger.

I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I
could carry her more easily



Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.



Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of
his life.

My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I
turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute.
I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room,
to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her
body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.



But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her
in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her
tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.



I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door.

I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs.

Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the
divorce anymore.



She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever?

She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't
divorce.

My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the
details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I
realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold
her until death do us apart.



Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife.


The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,
I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.





The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship.

It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank,
blah..blah.

These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give

happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do
those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy
marriage!



If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.



If you do, you just might save a marriage.

** Forwarded by Sugar Torres

Honey Was Sick

Sorry, wasn't able to blog lately. I was busy... so consumed. Honey was
badly sick last week.
He was confined at Asian Medical Hospital for the
whole week and I was really worried about him. We already went to Asian
last Sunday because of his fever that had been on and off for 4 days and
his cough and colds. It was terrible. He looked weak. Come Monday, after
meeting up with my cousin, he got worse. There were rashes all over his
body and his face was red like a tomato. When he got home, he called me up
and I forced him to go to the hospital already because his situation
doesn't look manageable anymore. We need a doctor. Baff, his sister, drove
him to the hospital and I was running out of the house so I could go. I so
appreciate my Mom's understanding that night. I just came home, it hasn't
been an hour yet and I was already running outside to see Honey again. Mom
was understanding enough to let me go to the hospital, (Usually, she would
scold me for doing so because she's the jealous type. When my sister and I
become too busy with our boyfriend, my Mom starts to get tantrums.
hahahahahaha) and even advised me to stay in with Mark for the night
because it's not safe to go home by midnight.

I got to Alabang in no time and waited for a multi-cab going to Asian but
unfortunately, I didn't find one so when I saw a service having Asian's
logo/name, I opened the door, asked if it's going to the hospital, jumped
in and asked if I need to pay for anything. The driver told me that it was
a service for employees but it's fine if I wanna be taken to the hospital.
WOW. FREE RIDE. They dropped me at the emergency area and I looked for
Mark and there he was with his sister and he was smiling when he saw me.
What a relief! He still managed to give me the sweetest smile even if he
was sick. Baff left afterwards and I stayed with Mark until he got a room
where he would be confined for several days. I was watching him sleep and
good thing I don't have work that night. Come Tuesday,I don't have clothes
and good thing I have money, I went to Festival Mall with Jovy and shopped
for a shirt, leggings and underwear. I went to work and I was
hyperventilating. I was so worried about him because he was left alone and
I can't take calls well because he was running in my mind. I was so damn
worried. I was thinking if he can breathe well or if he needed anything
and I wasn't there and I even started calling him during my breaks. I
wanted to go home--to him.
So when finally, I was out from work, I went
straight to the hospital. I saw him watching TV and I can't help but to
cuddle with him.... lot's of hugs!!!! I just missed my baby. I was there
with him the whole week. Met every visitor and I was really tired that I
snore when I sleep. But nevermind. I know he doesn't get turned off with
that.hahahahaha. 5 days. I was like married ( though I don't cook ) and
taking care of him and seeing him when I get home and spend lots of time
with him. Oh gosh!


Good thing, after several days, he got really well, no more fever. Rashes
are still there but not that bad anymore. We left the hospital yesterday
and it was relieving to see that he is all well. They took me home safely
to my mom and it was the first time that his dad ever went to my house,
well... just outside because I'm shy to let them in...too bad. :-( But
anyway, Honey sent me a thank you message. I'm glad he was happy and he
appreciated me taking care of him for the week and my Mom allowing me to
do so. :-)

With My Cousin


Sunday, December 6, 2009

Pancake House







We went to Asian Hospital last night because Honey was sick. Good thing the findings show that it was just a flu and nothing worse. The doctor gave him antibiotics. Hopefully, he'd get well soon.

Anyway, it was really cold that night so we decided to drop by Pancake House to have dinner since it was a really cozy place. We had soup and a really heavy dinner. We talked about movies and about anything under the sun. :-) Really nice. Honey had been sick lately and we don't go home together anymore because I already have a different shift. I just miss him so much... Haaayyy.. I just hope he gets well soon.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Name Meaning

website:
http://www.paulsadowski.com/NameData.asp

You entered: Riza Angela Borbe

There are 15 letters in your name.
Those 15 letters total to 73
There are 7 vowels and 8 consonants in your name.

Your number is: 1

The characteristics of #1 are: Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.

The expression or destiny for #1:
A number 1 Expression denotes the skilled executive with keen administrative capabilities. You must develop the capacity to be a fine leader, sales executive, or promoter. You have the tools to become an original person with a creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind you to handle the details, but you know how to get things going and make things happen. You have a good mind and the ability to use it for your advancement. Because of these factors, you have much potential for achievement and financial rewards. Frequently, this expression belongs to one running a business or striving to achieve a level of accomplishment on ones talents and efforts. You have little need for much supervision, preferring to act on your own with little restraint. You are both ambitious and determined. Self-confident and self-reliant must be yours, as you develop a strong unyielding will and the courage of your convictions.

Although you fear loneliness, you want to be left alone. You fear routine and being in a rut. You often jump the gun because you are afraid of being left behind.

The negative attributes of the 1 Expression are egotism and a self-centered approach to life. This is an aggressive number and if it is over-emphasized it is very hard to live with. You do not have to be overly aggressive to fulfill your destiny. The 1 has a natural instinct to dominate and to be the boss; adhering to the concept of being number One. Again, you do not have to dominate and destroy in order to lead and manage.

Your Soul Urge number is: 1

A Soul Urge number of 1 means:
Your Soul Urge is the number 1. With a Soul Urge number of 1, you want to lead and direct, to work independent of supervision, by yourself or with subordinates. You take pride in your abilities and want to be recognized for them. You may seek opportunities to display your strength and usefulness, wanting to create and originate. In your desire to manage the big picture and the main issues, you may often leave the details to others.

The positive 1 Soul Urge is Ambitious and determined, a leader seeking opportunities. There is a great deal of honesty and loyalty in this character. If you possess positive 1 Soul Urge qualities, you are very attainment oriented and driven to success. You are a loyal friend and strictly fair in your business dealings.

The negative side of the 1 Soul Urge must be avoided. A negative 1 is apt to dominate situations and people; the home, the spouse, the family and the business. Emotions aren't strong in this nature. If you possess an excess of 1 energy, you may, at times, be boastful and egotistic. You must avoid being too critical and impatient of trifles. The great need of the 1 Soul Urge is the development of friendliness, and a sincere interest in people.

Your Inner Dream number is: 9

An Inner Dream number of 9 means:
You dream of being creative, intellectual, and universal; the selfless humanitarian. You understand the needy and want to help them. You would love to be a person people count on for support and advice.

Self-Centered

Don't be sensitive if he doesn't smile when you say it's gonna be ok. Don't be sensitive if he says you don't understand what he was doing. Don't be hurt if he does what he wants and sometimes expects you to just understand. Don't be upset when you sometimes wonder how he feels because he wouldn't tell you specially if he's jealous. Don't be so sensitive, don't be childish.

Don't be worried if he doesn't send you long text messages unlike your first 2 months together. Don't be teary-eyed when he doesn't reply fast at your messages. Don't feel alone when he goes home early or when you have to eat alone. Don't think he doesn't love you when he's like that.

Stop being childish. Stop being self-centered. Stop thinking and reading between the lines when there isn't really anything to read at all.Stop letting go because if you do, you'd never see the end of the story. Stop waiting for the ending because really, you would just get tired waiting for what will happen in the end.

Enjoy the moment. Enjoy the hugs. Enjoy the kisses. Enjoy the time together. Enjoy everything about each other. It might not be perfect, but it will be best for you after all...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009