The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 1

“And why are YOU still single?”

Ever since I heard the Valentines day podcast by Pastor Dennis Sy from Victory Ortigas. I already told myself that I will be THAT woman. That woman who honors God and God’s wishes for His daughter. I’ve always believed that you don’t look for relationships, it’s God bringing two people together, God directing it and writing the love story of your life. We always look for Mr Right and Miss right. But the thing we should be doing is to be MR RIGHT AND MISS RIGHT rather than looking for Mr Right and Miss Right. Am I right? 🙂

So here’s a jist of what I’ve learned from Tammy, Pastor Dennis’ wife. Women should prepare themselves in 3 levels–the heart, mind and spirit.

So why the Heart. — We can’t help it. Women are emotional beings. Did it ever happen to you when you felt like everything is okay but suddenly you feel that longingness, that doubt when you don;t know whether you’re happy or not? Well, let’s face it. It happens. We are either consumed or in denial of these desires. So we should watch out for these feelings, these desires. It will only be fair to admit the feelings but try our best not to act rashly because of these emotions.

Mind.— We should train our minds, we must take captive of our thoughts and train our thought life. We should set our minds straight because it’s true, the hardest battle will always be the one happening inside of your mind. Did you ever heard of the saying “Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks?” So always check what are the things that are filing your mind.

And lastly, the Spirit. — I believe that it is the woman’s role to submit and support our husbands. So I believe that we cannot do this if we would submit ourselves to the Lord. How can you submit and support your husband when you can’t even follow God’s words or plans for your life? So we should cultivate our relationship with God.

So now, to answer the big question, WHY AM I SINGLE?

I am single because I choose to believe that I will not waste my time, effort, money, emotions, love, dreams, future or whatever on some guy who will just be another guy in my life. If I will be in a relationship, it will be with someone who I will wake up to every morning, put up with all my PMS, love my curves, and respects me for who I am. He will be that guy I will serve, love and protect. And we will live happily ever after.

Oh my, quoting a fairytale haha! Well, who can blame me, I only had Cinderella and Snow White as examples. 🙂

Thanks for reading. See you on day 2! 🙂


The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge!

I have just accepted the challenge from the blog of The Single Woman. 🙂


So here’s the following questions I will be answering for the next 30 days. It doesn’t necessarily mean I will blog about it everyday. But I will try my best to keep it updated til I finally finish the challenge. 🙂 YEY!

The Single Woman’s 30-Day Blogging Challenge

  1.       Your response to everyone’s favorite question: “And why are YOU still single?”
  2.       Describe a moment or a day when being single really sucked.
  3.       Describe a moment or a day when being single was really awesome.
  4.       Your biggest fear as a single person.
  5.       The biggest misconception you think people have about single life
  6.       Sound off on the quote “Every woman has the exact love life she wants”
  7.       Where you are in your life vs. where you thought you would be at this point
  8.       Five things that are most important to you in a future mate
  9.       Your favorite “weird/funny single behavior” – Anything you do that is uniquely YOU and that living alone allows you to do (For example, I sometimes dance around the house with my cat to Frank Sinatra)
  10.    Google the meaning of your name and talk about how it fits or doesn’t fit you
  11.    Your worst/funniest/most embarrassing date
  12.    Your proudest accomplishment
  13.    Describe how you met the last person you texted and talk about your friendship/relationship
  14.    Describe the last moment you felt really, truly blissful
  15.    Narrate a conversation between you and someone in your life who you never had closure with (a friend, an ex, a family member, etc.) What would you say? What would they say? What outcome would you hope for?
  16.    If you planted a time capsule right now of your life to be opened in 20 years, what would be in it?
  17.    What are your spiritual beliefs and how do they impact your relationships/relationship status?
  18.    If you could have a conversation with yourself in high school, what would you say?
  19.    What is something about you that people would be surprised to learn?
  20.    Describe your most difficult breakup and what you learned from it
  21.    How would you pitch a reality show about yourself? To what network?
  22.    What fictional character in a movie, tv show, or book do you identify with and why?
  23.    Talk about a moment when you got annoyed with a married friend, a person in a relationship, or a person with kids (Be honest! No judgment!)
  24.    If you could relive ONE day of your life, what would it be? And would you change anything?
  25.    Describe a moment when you “paid it forward.” What happened and how did it feel?
  26.    Name a song that makes you cry every time you hear it and why
  27.    Talk about something that you really, really, really love about yourself.
  28.    Describe a moment when you made a big, bold move. In any area of life: Career, Love, etc.
  29.    Who is your closest or most special friend that you’ve never met and what do they mean to you? How did you cross paths? Talk about how you “met” them: Facebook, Twitter, an online support group, etc.
  30.    Write a letter to your future mate saying whatever you want to say

I’m so excited! I hope I will be able to finish this. Haha! I am also inviting anyone who might be interested to participate. Post links to your blog posts in the comments below so we can all check them out! Or use the hashtag #TheSW30 on Twitter! Yey! 🙂 ❤

An Open Letter to That High School Guy You’ll Never Forget

There’s always that one person you’ll meet in high school that would make you ask the greatest ‘What If’ questions in your life. High school has always been the next big thing in the journey to adulthood. It’s where most of us experience life outside our comfort zone. It’s where we get to explore ourselves and the world around us. High school is where we take note of our firsts. Well I can’t really say it’s the same for everyone, but it was for me.

It was when I was in high school that my Mom allowed me to commute alone to school. It was during high school that I got my first Henna Tattoo, my first rebellious act—piercing, my very first real alcohol drinking session—with friends of course, my first real slap in the face by another person, but even more painful than that—my first real shot at falling in love and getting my heart broken at the same time.

It was September year 2005 that I met this guy whom I found annoyingly badass. He was the typical heartbreaker (Damn. It’s frustrating that I didn’t even take note of the signs. Haha!) a basketball player, funny, cute, undeniably attractive (tall, dark and handsome kind of thing)—definitely a boyfriend material and (wait for it, this one’s always a hit) unavailable.

I was his total opposite. I’m outspoken, serious, unattractive, ‘baduy’ and totally not a girlfriend material. I actually don’t know why I was attracted to him. He wasn’t even that smart (well, academic-genius-kind-of-smart) at all. I usually fall for the Harry Potter type of guys (minus the extremely interesting family background). So how did our paths cross then?

Well, I have a really cute friend. And of course, she was his ex-girlfriend—tough luck. And so, she asked me to run an errand for her, operation ‘Test-The-Loyalty-Of-My-Boyfriend’ wherein I have to text him, get to know him, ask if he’s available and stuff—if he would reveal he was taken or not, so to cut it short, I have to flirt with him. And so I did.

I didn’t know it would back fire though. They say when you’re a bridge between two people (lovers to be exact) someone usually falls in the middle—falls back to you. Well in my case it didn’t. I guess he decided not to cross the bridge when things got shaky. But I don’t know, I haven’t really cleared that part up. But hey—no regrets right? Or should I ask ‘what ifs’ now?

So here I am now, back to 2014 where after all these years of not seeing each other, not even getting notifications from Facebook cause we’re not friends there, and to top it off—not even crossing paths inside the same university were in… I see him again and the emotions just came rushing in me like that same time when I did the ice bucket challenge—it was surreal.

I just stood there—staring at him as he talked to my friend beside me. And then poof, he noticed me—briefly noticed me. But it was okay. At least he still remembered my name and that he was matured enough not to ignore me (back-story involved here).

After all my I-totally-moved-on speeches and endless denial, there I was guiltily feeling the same feelings I had back then. It’s frustrating. How can someone from the past bring back all the emotions you have for so long tried to forget? And so I opted to this—what else is there to do than to write them a letter you’ll never send, right? A letter with all my ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys’. So here goes…

Hi there Stranger,

Somehow I always felt like that’s what you are to me—a total stranger. I don’t know if you remember, or if you would acknowledge remembering… we used to be friends once. I was that secret friend you had. Like the ones in the movies, the nerd friend you never tell anyone you have—in fear of being mocked by your other cool friends. The one you pour out all the frustrations you have about life, love and everything in between. It was during those times when we talked ‘til the wee hours of the night about nothing in particular. I can’t even remember most of it. All I remember is that we wouldn’t stop until either of us unintentionally falls asleep. We’d talk about her and how you felt about her. And how happy you are, I understood. Back then I really did. I was totally devoted in helping you get back together with her. But in between the ‘bridging’ your lives back together, I fell. And the saddest part of this was, when I admitted to you I did, you called me a traitor and hated me afterwards. After I poured my heart out to you in the simplest words I knew back then, you shut me out. It was really cliché, telling you “Hindi ko yun magagawa sayo kasi mahal kita…” (I can’t do that to you because I love you…”. You can’t blame me though! I only had telenovelas as examples. I should have known better than to use the I-Love-You phrase to you. Well, that brings me to my first what if.

What if during that moment when I said those and ran, when you ran after me and tried to talk to me… What if I didn’t ride that tricycle? What if I stood there by the gate and waited for you to catch up with me? What if I didn’t allow myself to be a coward back then and bravely waited for your actual response to my preaching of undying love? What could have happened then?

And the ‘if onlys’…

If only I was stronger to face you and all the other people that I will have to face after admitting to you my feelings, perhaps I didn’t regret anything now. If only I was confident enough to believe that I was pretty in my own little way and not think of myself as an ugly bitch when I’m with you. If only I fought for the friendship we shared and showed you that you’re worth fighting for, then perhaps you didn’t have to go through all that—facing the monsters and giving in to the darkness of life. (This is me assuming and exaggerating, but hey, this is my version of the story!) I don’t know. I always believed you shined. You had that glow that I see each time you talk about your family—your brother. That light of kindness and gentleness that you try so hard to hide when you’re with your friends (or so I think).

Or perhaps I was imagining things? Perhaps all those memories I had of us really didn’t happen? Perhaps I was with another person and that person I know no longer exists…

I guess I’ll never know. But I’m glad. I’m glad to have met you. I’m glad I felt all those feelings you made me feel. Emotional constipation or not, I’m glad. I’m glad it was you. And whatever happens, wherever my feet would take me, there will always be you—that high school guy who made my heart flutter and the one whom I’ll remember forever.

The Girl You Never Really Knew

Measure for Measure – William Shakespeare

As a requirement for my Speech 115 class, we watched one of Dulaang UP’s plays for their 39th Theatre Season 2014-2015 here’s my review. 🙂

“Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?”
–Lord Angelo


It had been a while since I last watched a theater play. Upon entering the hall I was again filled with the same excitement I felt back then. It may be different this time, since I am now watching and not being watched. But still it felt familiar, the lights, the sounds, and the mere atmosphere the theater creates… it was definitely magical. And when I heard the chimes, it signaled that the magic was about to begin. Time has been wind back as the Dulaang UP presents Shakespeare’s Measure for Measure (Hakbang sa Hakbang).

Due to so much excitement, I decided to watch both plays—the English and Filipino version (which was translated by Ron Capinding) both directed by Alexander C. Cortez. The first version I watched was the Filipino version, last August 30, 2014 at the Wilfrido Ma. Guerrero Theater 2/F Palma Hall, University of the Philippines Diliman, Quezon City. A week later (September 6), I watched its English version. Before watching the play, I had felt that it was going to tackle critical issues about the society—being Shakespeare and all. I was told that it was about issues of mercy, justice and truth and their relationship to pride and humility. That it was going to be about taboo topics regarding sex and the government.

Measure for measure is truly a tragicomedy because it fits the formula of tragic yet entertaining scenes in its story. It was able to raise morally questionable activities happening in the society before that I believe people can still relate to in today’s generation. Shakespeare’s style of combining two opposite genres in a single play is challenging and refreshing. And being able to watch a Shakespearean play in a Filipino’s translation and interpretation is most certainly amusing.

I have to say that I liked the Filipino version better, perhaps because it was translated in our language that I had a deeper appreciation for it. For me, whenever a literary piece is in Filipino, it touches me most. The Filipino language is great that way. That being said, I commend Sir Ron Capinding for his great interpretation of Shakespeare’s script. Overall, the show was definitely entertaining, the characters—their verbal and non-verbal cues helped me understand the story better. We all know how it is with classic literary pieces. They all have this deep translations and rhetoric that makes it hard to follow sometimes.

I remember how clueless I felt when there were lines from the English version that I could not understand. I had to play the Filipino version scenes in my head just to follow which part of the story was happening then.
Before I wrote this critique, I read the original script by Shakespeare and again, I was amazed at how good the interpretation of Dulaang UP was. I can’t help but imagine the actual play while reading. It was like watching the entire play in my mind. That’s how impacting the play was for me.

The only challenge I faced to understand the story was the language. And because of the good direction and outstanding interpretation of the characters by the actors, I was able to—little by little—understand what was going on. The character that left an impression on me was the Provost (Sigmund Pecho). He played the role in both the English and Filipino version. His acting was superb, although yes, his character isn’t the lead role but all the more reason why I remember him—because he was great even though he wasn’t always in the limelight.

If you have watched the English and Filipino version like me, you’d probably share my thoughts and also can’t help yourself but compare actors from both plays. But I know in their defense, both plays should be judged separately having different factors involved (i.e. different actors and language used). Mr. Mitoy Sta. Ana played the role of the Duke Vincentio in the Filipino version and Escalus in the English version. He was a powerful actor—powerful in a sense that he was great on stage. I liked how he portrayed both roles differently. As for the female lead—Isabel (Cindy Lopez), I felt a little lack of emotion when she delivers her line. Perhaps it’s her and mine’s different interpretation of the character that made me feel that way. But still, her acting was commendable. I didn’t feel any inhibitions especially during the scene where she was harassed! I saw how Angelo (Tarek El Tayech—English version) rubbed her breasts roughly and the distress and horror that was written all over her face was exquisite. I’m not sure if that adjective is right to describe the situation being terrible and all but it was just so moving. I instantly felt her pain and I felt connected.

The other actors of both plays were equally as great. Although, I did notice some actors who were portraying minimal roles (i.e. prisoners, guards) who were at some time out of character. Like for instance, the scene where Claudio was talking to the Fake priest (this was actually the Duke Vincentio in disguise) some of the prisoners were “chatting” or “talking to each other casually” while they were sitting behind the bars. Perhaps I noticed this because I was seated at the front row and that I had background in theater performance that’s why I noticed that their under-acting was out of character. It wasn’t really that obvious from a ‘normal’ audience’s point of view.

The story started out with a grand musical scene, everyone was dancing, and the costumes were great! It felt very 16th century—with all the heavy headpieces for both male and female actors and the cute puffy petticoats. I can definitely say that they were able to establish a definite mood and correct time period for the play.
The set design was lovely. It complimented the scenes well. It also helped enhance the mood of the play and create an illusion of the century they were in. It reminded me of the movie ‘Shakespeare in Love’. It was, yet again, magical.

I always believed that the main mood setter of a play is its lights and sounds. Since every play is trying to lure its audience in believing that they are witnessing a certain period of time. The lights would always put emphasis and support in the mood that is being created, and of course, it will be supported by the sound that follows. And this was what happened during the play. There was perfect harmony between the lights and sounds of the play. Every change of hue was precise and fitting. Every raised tune would send a shiver of delight. And that made the play all the more entertaining and exciting.

Laughter—this is the most notable reaction from the audience during Measure for Measure. Most especially during the scenes that involved Lucio (Arkel Mendoza—Filipino Version) and Pompey (Eshei Mesina) This proves how effective the actors were as they portray their characters and how they were able to capture the audience attention. I heard from some of the staff of the play that some of the lines stated by Lucio (Arkel Mendoza) were not really included in the original script. That makes it even more amazing! Actors were able to re-create their own version of the lines from the script that was to their audience’s liking.

Having said all this, I must conclude, I did have a wonderful experience watching Measure for Measure. And I am certainly looking forward to watch more of Dulaang UP’s plays. Bravo! Congratulations Sir Alexander Cortez, the actors, and the production team!


Haste still pays haste, and leisure answers leisure;
like doth quit like, and Measure still for Measure… –Duke Vincentio


Its always the friends you meet along the way that makes life worth living. :”>


See that dummy diploma in my hand, it was my ticket to the next ride. I never knew college would be so fast. I always felt like it was so long and dragging and exaggerated. Teaching us stuff we won’t really use on a day to day basis. But all of a sudden, my mind changed. My perspective changed. I’m now in the next step of my academic ladder. Fearing if I may be able to move to the next or if I will be stuck. Just like how I felt during college. But if there’s one thing college taught me, it was “Never stop learning. CRAVE for more information, SEEK for greater knowledge and lastly STRIVE to be better.”

Kaya heto ako, nagpapatuloy maging iskolar ng bayan. Again this is for you and always will be dedicated to you, Mama and Papa!



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Give me any form of escape. Sing to me.

Do you ever experience that moment when you listen to a certain song and you feel like it’s the story of your life? Well at least during that certain moment that was how it felt. As if your life is being narrated by this song and you just can’t stop singing and feeling it.

I just finished watching a Filipino movie entitled “The Mistress” starred by Bea Alonzo and John Lloyd Cruz. It’s also where I heard the song that I’m playing on repeat right now—Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

If I just lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world.

I want to understand how I feel right now. What better way than to actually narrow things down… 😀

We’ll do it all… Everything… On our own…
We don’t need… Anything… Or anyone…

Sometimes we just want to try things on our own. We want to learn on our own. We want to actually experience failing and winning and being able to say we did it. And to prove something to ourselves that we can. Even without someone or anyone there to help us. To be our own hero–perhaps.

If I lay here… If I just lay here…
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?…

It’s always been in my thoughts why people always want to escape. If given a chance, they’d take any form of escape available. Why? Why would people chose to escape rather than face what is in front of them. Whatever it may be. Why is escaping always better? Why does it always have to be the first choice? Why are people so scared? Why are they cowards?

I don’t quite know… How to say… How I feel…
Those three words… Are said too much… They’re not enough…

And there’s this. we can’t even get the answers we want. We can’t even hear the words we want to hear. I think people survive this cruel world because of the people around them that validates them. That gives them assurances that they are worth something… that they are loved… that they are needed… that they exist. And yet there are times when we don’t get that. There are those moments wherein we don’t get the answers. We get so crushed by the pain. Then we go back to escaping…

If I lay here… If I just lay here…
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?…

I believe people will always think other people will help them escape somehow. We have been raised in this world believing that our other half will come and make us feel better. We have been told in the bible that women are taken from the ribs of men. That they are one. Myths tells us that Zeus got so scared of the powers of a two headed, four armed, 4 legged, one bodied creature that he decided to curse them in half and spend the rest of their lives looking for one another. And fairy tales brainwash us to believe that someday our prince will come. That we will get the right one to fit into the glass slipper or someone that will save us from our misery. That you both are the only people existing on earth. And that nothing else matters in the world…

Forget what we’re told… Before we get too old…
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life…

Regretting is the worst kind of feeling. I’ve always believed that you will only regret something that you’ve never done. It will never count as a regret when you did it and failed at it. Failing will prove another point. Sad but the good thing about it is that after having done it, you won’t ever wonder. You won’t ask yourself “What Ifs” and you’ll have your answers. I also think that you should never postpone your life. Live. Feel the pain. Cherish the moment. Make memories… Never give yourself a chance to shout back at you and blame you for something you think you’ll regret not doing.

Let’s waste time… Chasing cars… Around our heads…
I need your grace… To remind me… To find my own…

Although I can’t help it… we can’t help it. There will really be those moments when you’ll need someone who’d make you feel carefree. Remind you who you were before the world told you who they want you to be. This might contradict every rational belief you have. But still, you’ll find a reason to justify it and make it seem all worth it. Every single day…

All that I am… All that I ever was…
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see…
I don’t know where… Confused about how as well…
Just know that these things will never change for us at all…

And yet there are those moments too, that no matter how magical things may seem, it is not enough… And we’re still doomed in this endless cycle of life, still looking for that escape that eventually defines us… what we do… where we are… how we came to be…

If I lay here… If I just lay here…
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?…

But then again, hey, I guess it’s not bad to indulge yourself in a few moments of make-believe, right? Perhaps someday there will be a time when you could dip yourself in the pool of happiness even just for a while. So for now, I guess it’s safe to say that you should probably just live by the moment. Try. Try to be okay. Try to be contented with what is happening right now.

Ahhh.Too many confusing thoughts for tonight. Oh well, good night!