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Thursday, February 26, 2015

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Kris Aquino Shares Failed Love Story

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From my perspective, it has never been RECALLING the fights, the breakup, the disappointment over avoidable interviews that made me cry. It was remembering the happy moments that were so fleeting, but so special because they were so “normal”.

He went into my A&A dressing room on our 2nd telecast and said: “Ms. Aquino, may I have your number?”

He brought me a cheeseburger w/ no onions, fries, and a small Coke on my birthday last year. I’ve never had that meal again from that fast food because I’m now with the opposing Pinoy Food Giant (takot mag violate ng contract) and partly because it will just never taste the same again.

We watched the midnight screening of Divergent and I’ve never gone back to the cinema where we watched.

He gave me this funny looking, ugly cute figurine holding a heart, and I used to have it beside my bed, and now I have it kept inside my night table drawer.

He sent me a lot of Gatorade, boxes of it, and I’ve never had the sports drink again.

We went to 2 Starbucks with drive through windows, and I’ve also never gone back to those places.

We spoke of building a life together, actually set a time frame, in this restaurant in Greenbelt that I frequented because of their steaks and burgers, but I’ve also never eaten there again.

I cut off more than 18 inches of my hair because I wanted to forget how I must have looked with hair all over my face & pillow, when he used to surprise me by waking me up and bringing me my venti nonfat latte with no foam, just because his day would be so hectic and early morning was the only time he could see me, regardless of my still being fast asleep.

Broken hearts retreat to where they can be safe again, locked away for nobody to ever get too close to again…

This is the first time i’ll publicly acknowledge this, because I can now recall with absolutely no bitterness or regrets; on the first Friday of April nearly a year ago during merienda, he said he was tired, he didn’t want to play games, he was tired of chasing and of running away, and he wanted to feel secure with someone he could grow old with. He said, walang romance, walang lokohan, walang bolahan. Okay na raw ba ko to marry him kasi nga PAGOD na sya?

I remember laughing and saying that was probably the least romantic proposal any woman has ever received, but because we were so similar in our weirdness, I was in agreement; I wanted to grow old with him because I knew we’d never be bored conversing, and maybe this was where God led 2 individuals who deserved a chance at life long companionship with maturity, and full acceptance of equally colorful pasts.

We went separate ways because he had an appointment with an old professor he had kept close to, and I went to 6 PM Mass and prayed that this was what would be best for us.

The next day he had dinner with my family, and I cried during our heart to heart talk after that first attempt at introducing him to my family. I said I realized he never said he loved me, he was simply tired, and I didn’t want to be his version of Salonpas, Alaxan, Ben Gay, or a massage. He cried too and said he was scared, overwhelmed, afraid of being branded a “user” when he has given the majority of his life to public service, and maybe we should take a step back.

We went to Mass together Sunday because we had made a pact that praying together will be our priority, but again we parted immediately after Mass because he had friends to meet up with… I remember going home, alone because my 2 sons were going to have dinner with James and Mic. And I prayed and said, please God strengthen us, cement our bond, and protect our peace. And I remember thinking, sana umabot sya sa point that he would be comfortable enough to let me be more a part of his world.

I made the mistake of speaking about him the following night on A&A. The next day, over the phone he broke up with me, right before Bimb’s 7th birthday party.

In time we healed, and became friends again. Comfortable to catch up over the phone every few weeks or so.

The last time I cried about him was Christmas Eve. I remembered an earlier agreement that we had made, when he asked early in our relationship how we’d deal with the holidays, I said that my non-negotiable was Christmas Eve Mass with my family, but Christmas Day was for him & his siblings & his kids. And I went to sleep with tears quietly streaming down my face, sad that we hadn’t made it.

So can I be truthful, I hibernated February 15, and listened to this song over and over. I kept to myself and slept most of February 15. And I was proud of surviving.

Inayawan nya ko, I’d like to think not me the actual person, but the complicated baggage that comes with having a relationship with me.

He called 4 times that Sunday, the day after my birthday, and I just didn’t pick up. Bimb saw his name flashing on my phone, and he told me: “Mama, go ahead talk to him because when you talk to him, you get happy. But remember after, you get so sad and I hate seeing you cry.”

And BOOM, that was my wake up call, my long avoided wisdom coming from the innocence of my 7 year old.

I realized as much as I want us to be friends, we can’t. There were just too many promises that my heart so desperately wanted to believe in. And continuing the friendship will continue to make me long for what wasn’t meant to be.

And I want Bimb to see by my example, that his feelings come first. A 7 year old shouldn’t be subjected to being the protector of his mother’s fragile feelings.

And maybe this was what this whole experience of trying to love again was meant to teach me, to be HUMBLE that for a man not ready to commit, I WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH.

Yes in all honesty, I still pray for someone who can be my strength. I still pray for someone to talk to at the end of a long day, someone who will listen, and someone who will also teach me new things, challenging my mind, and mirroring my values. Someone to pray with and pray for. Someone I can trust with all my fears, someone who accepts my past, and still looks forward to our future. And someone who won’t be tired about love, but will accept, nurture, and treasure what we will share.

But then, maybe Mom raised me to stand alone, and own my strength. And maybe the rejection I went through is a blessing, because I needed to feel the hurt, in order to learn to be less selfish and more compassionate, to empathize more readily with those suffering from all kinds of pain.

I needed for my love to be declined for me to value those who accept my love with so much gratitude, and I needed to realize this important life truth: True love doesn’t find you, neither do you find it. You build true love together, and you can’t do that when you’re tired, jaded, or weary. Love is built by those who have inspiration, determination, fortitude, trustworthiness, loyalty, courage, childlike faith, openness, enthusiasm, and enchantment with what is, plus all that will be.

To now paraphrase my mom: And love can only make you the best possible version of yourself.

I was spared birthday blues maybe because God said: NATUTO NA SYA, OKAY NA YAN, SIGURO NAMAN MAG-IINGAT NA…

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PNoy's Speech on 29th Anniversary of Edsa Revolution

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Mga minamahal ko pong kababayan:

Magandang hapon po sa inyong lahat.

May imahen po mula sa EDSA People Power Revolution na tumatak sa pambansang kamalayan: Mga madreng nakaluhod, nangangamba man sa mga baril sa kanilang harapan, ay nananalig pa rin at nagmamalasakit. Sa pag-aabot natin ng rosaryo at bulaklak sa mga armadong sundalo, sa pagkakapit-bisig natin upang pigilan ang pag-abante ng tangke, napatunayan natin: Malasakit ang pinakamakapangyarihang tugon sa galit; walang mas lalakas pang sandata sa pag-ibig.

Ganitong lakas din po ang ipinakita ng sambayanan sa aming pamilya noong 1983, matapos paslangin ang aking ama. Mayroon pong isang litratong nagsisilbing paalala sa kung gaano kalalim ang dinaanan naming pasakit noon. Sa larawang ito, halos hindi ko na siya mamukhaan. Para siyang karneng ibinagsak sa tarmac, at ibinalibag sa AVSECOM van.

Kung ilalagay po ninyo ang sarili sa aking sitwasyon, marahil mauunawaan ninyo ang aking pinanggagalingan. Ama ko po iyon, duguan, matapos barilin. Ako ang nag-iisang anak na lalaki. Aaminin ko: Pumasok sa isip ko ang paghihiganti; sabi ko, ang dugong inutang, dugo rin dapat ang kabayaran. Sabi nga sa Bibliya, “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.” Umabot ako sa puntong handa akong mamatay, maidamay lang sa hukay ang mga pumaslang sa aking ama.

Ngunit nag-iba po ang aking pananaw nang masilayan ko ang libo-libong taong nanindigan at nakiramay sa labas ng aming tahanan sa Times Street. Tila ba nawala na ang kanilang takot sa Batas Militar, at buong-tapang na nagpahayag ng kanilang malasakit sa aking ama. Tulad ng mangyayari sa EDSA, ipinakita nila sa amin: Hindi kami nag-iisa. At ang sambayanang Pilipino nga po ang nagturo sa akin: Posible pa ang inaasam-asam ng aking ama na mapayapang pagbabago.

Nagbabalik-tanaw po ako sa kuwentong ito, hindi upang kumuha ng simpatya para sa aking sarili, kundi para idiin ang leksiyong dala nito. Bilang inyong Pangulo, maliwanag sa aking magkukulang ako sa aking tungkulin, kung hindi ko ipaaalala sa sambayanan ang kapangyarihan ng malasakit. Magkukulang po ako kung hindi ko ipapaalala sa lahat na, sa mga panahon ng dalamhati, hindi tayo nag-iisa, at may ibang daan. Sa harap ng mga video na nagpapakita ng karahasan, sa harap ng galit na maaaring mamuo sa ating mga puso, kailangan nating ipaalala: Mas makapangyarihan pa rin ang tiwala, ang malasakit, ang pag-ibig, ang kapayapaan.

Tandaan lang natin: Ang kaguluhan sa Mindanao ay nagdudulot ng kaguluhan sa ating lahat. Kaya naman obligasyon ng bawat isa na itaguyod ang kapayapaan sa Mindanao. Ngunit batid nating hindi madali ang landas patungong kapayapaan. Nang magkaroon nga po ng deadlock sa negosasyon ng ating gobyerno at ng MILF, nagpasya tayong personal na makipag-usap kay Chairman Murad Ebrahim sa Japan, kabilang na si Chairman Mohagher Iqbal, sampu ng kanilang mga kasamahan, para ituloy ang usaping pangkapayapaan. Malinaw sa atin ang katangiang kailangang pairalin sa panahong iyon: Iyon po ay tiwala. Mula sa tiwala sa isa’t isa, umusbong ang maayos at tapat na ugnayan ng dalawang panig upang makamit ang kasunduang katanggap-tanggap sa lahat.

Ngayon, may pagkakataon po tayong baguhin ang istorya ng ARMM dahil sa maraming dahilan. Marami nga pong bansa ang nagbubuhos ng suporta sa ating usaping pangkapayapaan. Halimbawa na lang po ang Malaysia: Hindi lamang sa salita, kundi sa gawa, pinadama nila sa atin na katuwang sila sa pagkamit ng kapayapaan. At dahil buo ang tiwala ng sambayanan po sa atin, ni minsan, hindi ako natuksong gamitin ang ARMM para magsagawa ng command votes. Ang mga pinuno ng MILF, pinadama rin sa atin ang kanilang tiwala at kumpiyansa na magiging katuwang din sila, kasama ang buong Bangsamoro, sa paghahanap ng kapayapaan. Ginintuan ngang maituturing ang pagkakataong ito, kung kailan abot-kamay na ang kapayapaan sa Mindanao. Sa mga nagsasabi na ihinto na ang peace process, at ang pagpapasa ng Bangsamoro Basic Law, ang tanong natin: Paano nila masisigurado na magkakaroon ulit ng ganitong oportunidad?

Talagang masakit po ang nangyari sa Mamasapano. Huwag nating kalimutan na pumunta ang ating kapulisan doon, hindi para maghasik ng karahasan, kundi upang ipatupad ang batas. Nagsakripisyo sila para makamit ang kapayapaan, di naman po makatwiran na ang kanilang inalay para sa kapayapaan ay maging mitsa pa ng karahasan. Tulad nga po ng sinabi ni Martin Luther King sa Amerika: “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Ngayon po, tinatawag tayong maalala ang mga aral na dala ng mga salitang ito.

Sana, magarantiya ko po sa inyong walang magsasamantala sa insidenteng ito. Sinisikap po nating manatili ang kaayusan. Ngunit, alam din nating habang palapit tayo nang palapit sa katuparan ng ating mithiin, lalong nagiging desperado ang mga kontra dito. Maganda po sana kung bukod sa pambabatikos, ay may nailalatag silang alternatibong solusyon. Di tuloy natin maiwasang isipin: Ayaw nilang magkaroon ng kapayapaan, dahil sila mismo ang nakikinabang sa gulo at karahasan. Ang gusto nila: muling magkanya-kanya ang mga Pilipino, at mawala ang tiwala natin sa isa’t isa upang isulong ang kanilang pansariling agenda.

Kung magpapatalo tayo sa mga kontra-kapayapaan, parang hinayaan na rin nating lumala ang kaguluhan sa Mindanao. Kung isusuko natin ang pagtataguyod ng Bangsamoro, parang hinayaan na rin nating armas ang muli nilang ipamana sa susunod na henerasyon ng mga kapwa natin Pilipino.

Hinding-hindi po tayo papayag na mangyayari ito. Tanging sa pagkamit sa pangmatagalang kapayapaan magiging sulit ang sakripisyo ng mga nakipaglaban sa EDSA, kabilang na ang mga nagbuwis ng buhay para wakasan ang paghahasik ng takot at karahasan sa lipunan.

Para sa ating lahat na naranasan ang EDSA, batid natin ang positibong bunga ng pagiging mahinahon; na sa halip na magpadala sa galit at emosyon, bigyang-daan ang pagiging risonable, ang tiwala, at ang pagmamahal sa isa’t isa. Kung ginabayan ng Panginoon ang ating bayan noon tungo sa mapayapang pagbabago, nananalig akong sa kabila ng panibagong mga hamon, ay mabibigyang-daang muli ang tiwala sa isa’t isa.

Noong nanawagan si Cardinal Sin, at tinugon ng ating Tiyo Butz na magbuklod sa EDSA, milyon-milyong tao ang dumagsa rito kasama na ang mga relihiyoso. Ang totoo: Biglaan po ito. Nariyan ang lahat ng sangkap para mauwi ang lahat sa isang madugong himagsikan: takot, tensiyon, at armas. Pero sa gabay nga po ng mahal na Panginoon, naging matagumpay at mapayapa ang pagbasak ng diktaturya, na siyang hinangaan ng buong mundo. Itong paghahangad ng kapayapaan sa buong bansa, lalong-lalo na sa ARMM, kung tutuusin, mas planado, mas pinagtutulungan ng halos lahat. Siguro naman, kung tinulungan tayo ng Panginoon noon, tutulungan din tayo ngayon. Ang hinihiling na lang siguro sa atin, tayong mga natuto na sa aral ng EDSA, dapat maging masigasig upang buohin ang balangkas nitong pagkakamit ng kapayapaan.

Sa ngalan ng mga Pilipinong nakipaglaban sa EDSA, at sa lahat ng mga kababayan nating nagsakripisyo at patuloy na nagsasakripisyo para sa kapwa at bansa, ituloy natin ang laban tungo sa kapayapaan at kaunlarang matagal na nating inaasam.

Magandang hapon po. Maraming salamat sa inyo.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Not Getting Her Way

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Within her circle, Petty Host (PH) has kept the lowest profile by refusing to have a full-fledged showbiz career. Even if her closest friends have acting credits, PH stuck it out with modeling and hosting. At the height of her modeling career, her face adored many print ads and billboards. PH was also in demand as a host, as she is quite articulate.

After years in her field, PH got her big break as a host in an international program, which revolves around a concept that she is familiar with. A Former Model (FM), who reached fame in the country a few years back, is a co–host of the said program.

Coming from a family that belongs to high society and exposure to people from all walks of life, much is expected from the behavior of PH. Mostly, people have two perceptions of PH. The first is that of a kind personality. By contrast, the second perception stems from the reputation of her circle, which is that of being haughty and arrogant.

As PH is in another country and without her circle nearby, the first perception was expected by the production team of the program. Unfortunately, PH showed her diva behavior during one of the tapings. PH caused delay when she refused to step out of the dressing room because she believed that her hairdo was ugly! With her refusal, precious time was lost. Anyone involved in production knows that delays also translate to production expenses as well as wasted time on the part of everyone involved in the production.

Now, if PH thought she could get away with such pettiness, she found out that someone would not tolerate such behavior. FM rushed into the dressing room and gave PH a mouthful. In terms of seniority, FM has all the right to challenge the attitude of PH. FM has been in the business longer and despite years of not being active in any project in the country, she still has a following. With the stance of FM, PH realized that she would not have her way as long as FM is still in the midst.

Class is considerate of others. It knows that good manners is nothing more than a series of petty sacrifices. – Ann Landers

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