And so today, I have decided to turn all the negativities of the past days by playing fairy godmother to a very cute little boy. And I think I just made the BEST decision ever in my 26 years of existence in this planet. Let me give you a glimpse of what I am talking about. :) Well, it's been three days since I saw this random post of Chesca Kramer on IG, since then, it just won't stop haunting me. So TADAH! I went to “that website” and did what I've always wanted to do for the past days. It felt good, or should I say GREAT? :) It did, still does. I'm officially the 2nd mom of a 9 year old awesome little boy from Negros Occidental. I am hoping that everything will turn out better than okay. And I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be meeting my little angel.
2014 has been so good to me, and so I decided to share the blessing I’ve been receiving. I couldn’t be any happier. Never had I felt so blessed, my little angel should, too.
I am not fond of posting personal stuffs on my Tumblr account but when I do, I make sure it’s something worth blogging about. :)
You should never ruin an apology, with an excuse.
When you’re wrong, bringing yourself to apologize is the hardest part - why ruin it with an excuse? If you’re truly sorry for what you did, just apologize, and leave it at that.
Either you control your attitude, or it controls you.
It’s one thing to get angry about this or about that, but when you become an angry person, your attitude is no longer yours - it is you. Have you ever found yourself in the middle of a blowout, angry as all get out, but regretting every passing second? Have you ever been yelling, saying words that you know you will regret, but can’t stop, because you’re already heated up and rolling?
Getting a rein on your pride then and apologizing then is the best way to go, because if the person is worth it, you’re going to have to apologize sooner or later. And, it’s better to do it, before you’ve caused pain that you will regret.
You can become your emotions.
Money is a lousy way of keeping score.
Money means nothing. What’s really happening, when money becomes the tally marks on the scorecard is comparing different acts of care, appreciation, love, etc. Except, money is a lousy substitution for these very real things. If buying things or giving money has become a way of showing you care, reevaluate - you are probably doing more damage than good. Because, not only is your loved one not getting the full effect of what you’re really trying to say or do (if they get it at all), but they could be also forming their own personal interpretations of your actions, such as thinking you’re trying to buy them, divert attention from your slip-ups, or trying to shut them up.
Say what you mean, and mean what you say.
Sometimes, when angry, you may have the right to be angry, but it is never right to be cruel.
Everyone gets angry, but no one stays angry forever. And, if in a relationship that you value, you should avoid acting on your anger, especially if it leads to cruelty. People regret the things they do all the time. You never know what may change your mind. You never know what you may have been missing.
We don’t all the time see the actual reality of the situation - you don’t want to do or say anything that you regret, later. WORDS STICK - and, they have powers far beyond what you may think.
In the universe of dating, almost everyone is someone else’s ex. That sunny planet you’re now orbiting used to be in the pull of someone else’s gravity, and it’s a thought that weighs heavy inside your gut. Girl, you need to stop looking at your boyfriend’s exes’ pictures and stalking her online. Here’s a guy’s take about frequently-asked, oft-thought questions regarding their exes, in the hope (vain, yes) that you, their girlfriends, would take it easy on them. Some answers, though, they have to keep to themselves.
Do you still think about your ex, even if you’re with me?
Well, yes. But, like, in total platonisms, like the fond way you remember a cute dog that used to paddle around in the beach you went to as a child. Really, it’s like that. When we remember our ex, or exes, or the girls that fate has quietly retired from our lives, there are two conflicting impulses at play. There’s a frequent touch of wistfulness, particularly if the breakup wasn’t so bad, or happened so long in the past that it’s receded into sepia tones—the sense that, yeah, there was a good thing there.
At the same time, there is also a feeling of finality. Life isn’t like a cassette tape, there’s no rewind button, no turning back of the tape. We can’t gain back our youth, or lose the pounds; we can’t voluntarily shed the wisdom we’d gained in the girlfriends we’ve loved and hated and shouted at and fell out of love with before we chose to fall in love with you. The world has moved on, dragging us with it, and to go back to old habits is to become a person we just aren’t anymore. It’s just counter-productive.
Do you still text each other? Do you stalk her Facebook page?
That depends. Was she the kind of girl who, despite laying us low and driving us to the bottle for the good part of a fiscal year, made us realize certain
truths about ourselves—like, we are needy / deserving / imperfect / patient / careless / stronger than we realize—ultimately turning us into someone better than we were before we met her? Was she, in other words, that rare thing
you call a “great ex?” Then, yes, we reserve the right to still be friends with her, and occasionally talk online and in person, only drawing the line at solo dinner dates “just to catch up”.
But if she was the type of girl who was just plain hell before, during, and after the relationship—then you have nothing to fear. For her, the dustbin of history. For you, our starry eyed future.