He's Just Not Into You

I was able to read a part of the book, "He's Just Not Into You". Zennia let me read it while I hung out at our C! Magazine booth. It was an interesting read and I found the writing funny too. I couldn't put it down even when we were walking to Kenny Rogers for dinner. It was just hilariously sarcastic! hehehe... Anyways... As I said, the book is interesting. It's about how women shouldn't settle for Mr. Maybe. I could relate because I've been caught up in the dating game before and I learned a lot from that. It even got me jaded about dating. Now that I'm past that and learned from it, I am now opening myself to dating again. But, this time, I'm more cautious. I don't expect anything after a date or even when guys would show interest (in other words, 'pa-cute'). It's easier to detect guys who are just in it for a short time. How? Simple. Inconsistency and no follow ups. Whenever I encounter a guy who is like this, I keep telling myself to bravely go on with my life. I enjoy dating more like this. No more, "Why isn't he calling?" or "Oh, he's busy that's why he can't see me..." I appreciate the guys who don't say that they would call or say that we should go out again sometime if they know themselves very well that they won't. At least they were honest...in a way. They did me a favor by not making me feel confused. If a guy does say those things, I would just take everything in a stride. I would say, "Sure...yeah, right..." I can't help but feel like Ally McBeal in her many crazy encounters with the men in her life. I learned that if I dwell too much on deciphering the actions of a guy on a date or how he is around me, I'll just get more confused and it's just too stressful. I know that I deserve more than being treated as a 'mean-time girl'. So, girlfriends, if a guy doesn't and can't go the extra mile to be with you, he's just not into you.

Lost In a Tunnel

It's been a while since I posted an entry here. A lot has happened for the past few weeks. My younger brother has been hospitalized because of a twisted intestine (to put it simply). It was an after effect of his apendectomy some 9 years ago. I know...I know... It took some time before it took some side effect to occur. I postponed my gym sessions for two weeks because I had to give my body some rest and a time to adjust from stressful nights at the hospital. From the night we rushed my brother to the hospital and during my stay at the hospital watching over my brother, I felt like I was also sick. I felt like I was gonna have a nervous breakdown. I remember the nausea and the mixed emotions I was having inside my chest. Fear, worry, and confusion. Not only does the crappy hospital food make you sick, it's the environment of the hospital. Thank God for Tita Sally, our neighbor. Just when I was about to cry over a tasteless "lugaw" she sent her driver to bring me a freshly home-baked lasagna at the hospital. :) Woohoo! REAL FOOD!!!

I felt so alone during the nightly watch. The nurses weren't so accommodating and they're so slow in response. Only a few nurses were really professional enough to do their duties properly. On the fourth day, I felt like I was gonna go insane. Everytime my brother would feel some pains and discomfort, I get nervous and worried. Especially when I can see that he is losing a lot of weight. By the end of the day, he quieted down a little and tried to sleep. But, of course, eventhough he was asleep, I couldn't take my eyes off him to watch his breathing. I prayed silently for company. We only told few of his friends that he was hospitalized. Most of the people who visited were common friends and my friends (Nana and Veron). As if God answered my prayers, two of my friends (Ed and Spammy) contacted me to see how I was and how my brother's operation went.

During the company outing, I just skipped the drinking session that night and just stayed at our room to sleep. I didn't care anymore if I missed out on the booze. All I can say about the outing was that the trip was like being in a horror movie. It was raining cats, dogs, elephants, and dinosaurs. I wished I had stuck to my guns early that morning to stay behind so I could watch over my brother at the hospital and just let all hell lose with what happens with the accounting of the company outing budget (I know...you're probably scratching your heads right now...it's a long strory..). The rain was pouring non-stop by the time we drove to the pitch dark road leading to Caylabne. All that the lights could shine on was the tall weeds on either side of the road. We forgot that behind those weeds was already road to watery hell (BANGIN NA SIYA, MEHN!). I was praying that this is not yet my end! (Lord, gusto ko po pa magka-asawa!) It's a good thing that our conyo boys at C! Magazine knows how to drive well. ;) We were able to arrive safely to Caylabne and had a safe drive home.

With all that has happened, you can see how God can be with you in the simplest ways. I am thankful for everyone who gave comfort, held out a hand to help (even in the smallest ways), and those who were just simply there as a friend. They were officemates, neighbors, family, and friends. They were little miracles sent to us. :) Thanks,guys! :) Lorenzo wouldn't be recovering right now if it weren't for your prayers and kindness! :D