Monday, December 26, 2011

True Love pt.3

Keeping myself busy by reading Robert Fulgrum's book True Love.

Borrowed this book from She. Thank you for lending me! I promise to return this on the first day of classes. Sorry for the huge delay. :)

          This is really my mother's love story. I asked her to tell you, but she's too shy. It's too good not to pass on. It explains why me brother and I say we owe our existence to peanuts.

          When she graduated from high school my mother had everything going for her but one. She was pretty, smart, and came from a well-to-do family, but she was terminally shy, especially around men. Boys didn't like to take her out because she was so quiet. She went off to the small college her mother went to and to please her mother, she agreed to be rushed by her mother's sorority. At the first rush party, she sat out of sight at one end of a room, in a corner by a table that had snacks on it. She ate a lot of peanuts out of nervousness.

          She began to notice a waiter, who seemed to be as shy as she. He never said anything, but he was taking care of her. He kept her glass filled with nonalcoholic punch and he kept her peanut bowl full. From time to time their eyes met and they smiled at each other.

          When the dancing started and the party got rowdy, she walked into the kitchen and out the back door to escape. As she was going down the alley, she heard someone calling, "Wait, wait, please wait." It was the waiter, running down the alley after her with a paper bag in his hands. They stood in awkward silence, just smiling. Then he reached into the bag, pulled out a whole can of peanuts and offered them to her and said, "I only wish they were pearls."

          He ran back up the alley and into the sorority house.

          Well, one thing led to another.

          Twenty-five years later, on the silver wedding anniversary of my mother and the waiter (my father), he gave her a sterling silver jar marked "peanuts." She thought that was the gift and was really pleased. But there was more. When she lifted the lid, inside was a string of pearls.

          No gift ever pleased her more. She wore those pearls as her only jewelry for years. When my father was killed in a traffic accident, she put the silver peanut can in his coffin with him. I've never seen her wear the pearls since. I think I know where they are, but I'm too shy to ask.

-Marilyn, Tacoma, WA

Lovely isn't it? :'>

-Tinay xx


Thursday, December 22, 2011

True Love pt.2

Got nothing to do today so I decided to continue reading Robert Fulgrum's book entitled True Love. I posted one short story from this book months ago here.

If you want to be all giddy, read ahead. It will only take a few minutes from your time. And I promise, you'll never regret reading this. Go ahead. Help yourself. :'>

          Margery and I were childhood sweethearts dating off-and-on from the time we were thirteen until about age twenty. We were pretty serious about each other. We graduated from high school and our ives changed and separated. She went east to Connecticut and then to college in New Mexico. I went to Ohio, then Hawaii. In time we would marry different people although I would also always consider her my first and strongest love.

          Some fifteen years later (about 1978) my life was a mess. Not the sort of life one would deliberately set out to create.

          I was suffering from chronic alcohol abuse, a disease which runs in my family. I nearly died from withdrawals and subsequently committed myself to a hospital.

         Upon release from the hospital three weeks later, I was physically, emotionally and financially bankrupt. I had no idea what would become of my life.

          In short order, I would legally divorce and take custody of two sons aged nine and ten. I would strike off into single parenthood vowing never again to marry.

          Several weeks after being released from the hospital, I was sitting around with my mother one evening reviewing a box of family photos. I came across a picture of me and my childhood sweetheart taken before a school dance. We were about seventeen and deeply in love at that time.

          I said, "God, why did I have to have that eleven-year marriage. What a disaster. Why couldn't I have married Margery and lived a more normal life instead. I loved her so much. It never even occurred to me to ask her to marry. Why did I have to go through that other marriage: Why did I have to go through all that other stuff?

          "I think I will try to find her," I said to my mother. My mother said, "Maybe you'd better go back to the hospital for awhile. You're not even finished with the divorce you're going through. This is not the time to be thinking about another relationship."

          "Besides that," she added "you haven't seen nor talked to Margery for how long - fifteen years? She's probably happily married, has four children and lives in New Mexico. Forget her and just concentrate on raising those darling boys."

          I reached for the South Bay telephone directory and began looking up people by Margery's maiden name, Southworth. There were a dozen or so of them in the Los Angeles area. I began telephoning them to see if maybe, just maybe I might reach a sister or aunt or someone who might know where she was. I felt very, very strongly about this - compelled to act.

          I did not reach her or a relative that night but I reaffirmed to my mother how strongly I felt that I would be seeing her again.

          The next morning I left Rolling Hills at 7:30 am to cross the Los Angeles basin for Hollywood, where I worked. For no apparent reason I decided to go a different way. I took a left, I headed for the San Diego freeway, a direction I seldom went since it was a long way to get to work.

          As I approached the freeway (along with millions of other commuters), I was stopped by the red light that meters people onto the freeway system there. I waited for the light to change to green.

          While I was waiting a tan van pulled up alongside me and began honking. I couldn't quite see up into the van, but I could tell there was a person with large dark glasses driving.

          She raised her dark glasses up over her forehead and it was her! Margery Southworth! I was stunned. I put my forehead on the steering wheel and began to cry. Then I started to laugh, I just couldn't believe it. The light changed and I had to get on the freeway. I stayed in the right lane and put on my right blinker to get off the freeway. She responded. We were still communicating, I thought.

          We left the freeway and pulled into the parking lot of Mattel Toys. I got out of my car, walked over to her and we gave each other a big hug. We talked and asked each other a few questions (she had been single for fourteen years). I asked for her phone number. Later in that day, I called her and we made arrangements to have dinner the following Friday night.

          Eight months later we had a large wedding on a hilltop overlooking our elementary school and Los Angeles. Sixteen years later we are still happily married living in the Federal Way area.

          We have both accepted this relationship as a gift, a very special gift from God. A miracle.

-Patrick Godfrey, Federal Way, WA

What did I tell you? It's so lovely, isn't it?

If you really are destined to be together, love will find it's way to keep you together. :'>

-Tinay xx


Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Who were you kissing last night?

You might wanna listen to one of my favorite band's songs, Who Were You Kissing Last Night, by Chicosci.

Can't think of any appropriate title for this post that's why I used Chicosci's song. Hahaha.

Anyway, yesterday, I bought my very first lipstick. Landeeee! Haha. I am not really that all girly girl and stuff. I don't know. Just wanna try having one of my own.

I've always wanted pink lips. And here chyaaah goooow!

It's a Fanny Serrano Night Light Luminous lipstick. Bought it for 299php from Watsons. It has lights on both sides pa kaya if ever you want to put lipstick on even when it's dark, you can. Plus it's cap has a little mirror in it. Cool!

Look at me oh! Poker face. Hahaha. :))

I hope I can use it most of the time. Para hindi naman masayang. Haha. :))

-Tinay xx


I've had enough with Divisoria. There's too much people in that place! It's too crowded already. Especially during this holiday.

Always wanted to go to Greenhills this season. One of the reasons why is because I always see Miguel's tweets that he's always in GH with his siblings and I might just swing by him there. The chances are! Haha.

Another reason why I wanted to go to GH is I've been hearing that there are a lot of bazaars selling cheap yet classy clothes. So, why not!

Off we go last Sunday, December 18, with my siblings and Ninong Bin plus Kuya Jerks.

Arrived GH so late already, went to Trinoma then SM Mega before GH.

Was surprised when I saw that the parking lot already has a second floor. Talk about expecting the holiday rush. Now that's something new. What's not new is the number of people. It was crowded, yes. But nonetheless we have to do what we're supposed to do, shopping!

Bought this one inside the GH mall. The stall's almost closed when I spotted this one and asked the sales lady if I can still buy them. Haha. Got it for 150php only!

The rest were from the night market outside the GH mall.

Got these tank tops for only 50php each! I wanted to buy more of different colors but I need to buy more clothes, so I ended up buying only two.

Got this top for only 100php! Cheap riiiiiiiiiiiiight? :)

Lastly, another green top. Haha. Who would have thought that this would only cost me 100php? Me either!

To sum it up, I only spent 450php for 5 tops. I'm so happy! Got to buy clothes that are cheap yet doesn't look cheap at all. Will definitely go back on January. :)

-Tinay xx

Saturday, December 10, 2011



  • Pick her up and pretend you're going to throw her in the pool. She'll scream and fight you, but secretly, she'll love it.
  • Hold her hand while you talk. Hold her hand when you drive. Just hold her hand.
  • Tell her she looks pretty. Look her in the eyes when you talk to her. Protect her. Tell her stupid jokes.
  • Tickle her, even when she says stop. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.
  • Let her fall asleep in your arms. 
  • Get her mad, then kiss her. Tease her and let her tease you back. 
  • Kiss her on the cheek. Kiss her on the forehead. Just kiss her.
  • Let her wear your clothes.
  • Go slow.
  • Don't push anything. 
  • When you fall in love with her, tell her.

-Tinay xx

Thursday, December 8, 2011

All I want for Christmas

is YOU. :'>

Dear Santa,

I've been good this year. Will you grant me this single wish I want this Christmas? I want HIM. Just him. Hahahaha.

And I'll be the happiest kid on earth! :)

Here's a photo of him, just in case you're wondering who in the world is he. Meet Rocco Nacino-slash-EO. :'>

Keep in touch! :)

-Tinay xx


Saturday, December 3, 2011

Breaking Dawn part 1

Finally had the time to see it! Saw it last Monday night. I just have to. Every one seemed to have seen it except me. And I felt like a loser.

Was supposed to see it with someone but I have to see it ASAP, so sorry, I'm in a major rush. Hahaha.

The truth is, I've read the series back when I was in my first year in college. I was so hooked up with it! I even finished reading New Moon in just a day! Talk about being obsessed. But honestly, I can't remember the story behind Breaking Dawn. What I remember is that Bella and Edward are getting married and that they're having a baby girl named Renesme and that she's half-human and half-vampire and after giving birth Bella's going to turn into a vampire and will have a special power too. After that, I can't remember anything.

Honeymoon! It was so romantic. I mean Edward was so romantic. While Bella was all sticky to the bones with Edward. Hahaha. Slutty little Bella.

The part where Bella's pregnant. Man she looked awful! Good job for the make-up artists! It was so realistic. It looked like she was really getting worse and worse.

There are some parts in the movie where I feel really sorry for Jacob. :(( But so happy that he imprinted with Renesme. No wonder he's so attached with Bella. :)

Another part that I liked was when Bella's turning into a vampire already. Her skin, her eyes, her body and everything about her was almost perfect. Her skin is so beautiful. And the red eyes, they're to die for! Poof! The movie ended there. Better luck next time.

The movie was really good. Among the 4 movies, it was the best! The movie was really romantic. I loved it.

And at least the movie was just short close to the book itself. It was good, really. Very good actually. It didn't disappoint me at all.

Plus the soundtrack! Perfect! Fits perfectly. Definitely owned it! Here's one from Bruno Mars, it was even one of my lss songs few days ago. :P

Now I can't wait to see the part 2. I've never been this stoke with the Twilight movie series before.

I'd definitely consider rereading the series. :)

I'm Team Edward. I fall harder every time you do that crooked smile Mr. Cullen :'>

-Tinay xx