About A Friend

Our similar adversities were among the things that brought us closer together. It was a surprise, having been introduced once, barely acquainted, that we would be in constant contact with each other -- exchanging leads, talking about our careers and sharing our woes as young single mothers who both came from abusive relationships and yet, who dream of that one big love of our lives.

There would soon be the regular get-togethers, independent of the connection that conjoined us as friends. They all ended well; I always went home feeling stronger as a young woman and relieved of all my apprehensions knowing that I have a friend who was putting up well with more than what I was going through.

I admired her, though at the expense of my perception of myself as a mother. I paid high respect for her uncanny ability to finish school while nursing a baby in between classes, work hard (and save) to pay for her child’s pre-school and still be so hands-on to his needs.

I was earnestly happy when she broke the news that she has found herself a new love – one who readily took her two-in-one package deal. That was also when we started to see less of each other. I understood, just like any good friend would. And I promised to myself that I shall always be around and ready to listen and help, just like any real friend would.

Two summers ago, she asked if we can meet for coffee and chat. I readily said yes, hoping to hear even more better things from her. But my excitement was cut short by the somber expression she wore as she walked in the café’s smoking section. I knew that something was wrong and her stories confirmed this. But we parted with hope made visible by the smiles on our faces.

It was the last time I have seen her well.

In the proceeding months, I saw her self-inflicted deterioration from the woman she used to be. I knew no other way to be her good friend but to distance myself and let her deal with her problems independently.

Months had again passed before our next meeting.

At the café, she walked in with a big smile; looking so much more at ease with herself than the last time I saw her. Inside, I was hoping not to hear the same stories that drove her to her self-imposed exile; the same problems that her stubbornness will not allow to be solved. But again, my hopes were unheard. I learned about her sufferings on top of her heels, and of those of her loved ones out of her own unconscious efforts.

It was just too much that I can bear for a friend: watching her deteriorate out of her own means.

We stood looking at each other for a long time – I, with so much concern, asking her to take care of herself in between sighs of hopelessness and her, repeatedly assuring me that she will be alright.

I walked away feeling guilt from a forced indifference.

Photo credit: Deterioration in Art at www.artreview.com

Comfort Women – Their Tales and Revelations Behind Closed Doors

One can look at prolonged comfort room breaks in two ways. It can be seen as an annoying phenomenon, as perceived by men. Or it can be regarded as a privilege to be upheld by girls and women alike.

What really goes on behind the closed doors of the female restroom is none of males’ business, though no woman will deny having men as a favorite restroom business agenda. Well, among many others.

So, what do women really do behind the closed doors of common washrooms? Why do they go in herds and make men hang on for what seems like longer than the wait they endure during courtship?

First of all, unlike men, women have to stand in queues for their turn to urinate. Women have to deal with more than just buckles, buttons and zippers. There are trousers or skirts, together with hosieries and underwear, which all have to be pulled all the way down to their knees… after the buckles, buttons and zippers have been loosened. Then, they have to reverse the entire process.

Hygiene and make-up re-touch are also among the reasons.

But the meat of this post actually lies on the supposition that one woman does not truly know another woman until she has shared a comfort room break with her. Many friendships have been formed inside the washroom. Some might have started with something as superficial as comparing each other’s lip tint. Some may involve a bit of mentoring, like showing someone how to properly apply liquid eye liner or teaching her the advantages of using a gel sun block over the lotion type. Some may have been born out of an act of kindness – giving someone a generous amount of pulls from her toilet paper or shelling out a peso or two for someone who needs a sanitary pad from the vending machine.

Girls excuse themselves in groups in the middle of dinner or a night out basically, to whip up a perfect plan for the night. Usually, girls take this opportunity to ask for their girl friends’ opinion of the guy they are with. In worst cases, the comfort room serves as the venue to discuss the great escape from a bad company.

True to its name, the comfort room provides comfort to distressed women; that is, comfort other than those which are biologically required. Many have shed uncontrollable tears while concealed in cubicles. Some girl friends take time to talk to their heartbroken friends inside the washroom.

Other than all these, women can nowhere else be as sincere as they are inside the four corners of the comfort room. They talk about their lives and of secrets best revealed in the hush-hush of this place.

It is most likely that men will be even more stupefied after reading this post. Why do women have to excuse themselves for comfort, is perhaps, their next question.

Well, the answer is simple. It is why they call them comfort rooms. :p

A Great Long Weekend

I love long weekends.

For me, they're the perfect time to bond with my family, meet with long-lost friends and accomplish something domestic or personal -- like checking the consistency of my color-coded closet, dusting all my old stuff, sorting through memory boxes and whatnots and most of all, evaluating my state of mind (or heart).

Started the weekend with a good Friday. I went to Gamboa to say goodbye to our accounting staff, si Rose, who's joining another company.

Later, I spent a lovely, laidback evening in the company of a good friend. It was great getting to know him and sharing my own stories, especially with a bottle of sweet wine and a box of assorted chocolates, which we halved and sampled one at a time.

I spent Saturday taking care of Krissy. I just realized that I have finally gained back her love and trust, after a few weeks of coming home late on most nights.

Still the same on Sunday. Started reading Love in the Time of Cholera again to finally finish it, after years of being quarantined on the pile under my TV. I then served as a lector in the evening mass. It's great that Krissy already seems to be inclined about doing the same thing when she grows up. :)

My sister and I


On Monday morning, my parents, sister and I brought Krissy to a different pedia for a second opinion. She's well naman so there should be no more worries. I'm proud she's super brave and very good at following the doctor's instructions. We later went to The Block. Had lunch at Martabak. (Always liked it there.) Then went shopping for a bit. Krissy had a great time at Toy Kingdom. Bought her her "wish-a-wish-a-woo-hoo" wand (something I coined; and something she'd repeat as "mish-a-mish-a-moo-hoo"), her Boots (Dora's monkey best friend) speaking toy... whatever it's called, and a new set of flash cards. We then had iced chocolate at Figaro, where she opened all her loot. I kind of had a hard time saying goodbye to her with her please-don't-go-mommy look. I was afraid she'd burst into a crying spell. (Geez, she's learned much from her mommy-o!)

Proud of her loot


Mmm... Love my iced choco!


"Mish-a-mish-a-moo-hoo"


I Love Boots


So after a bit of sweet talk, I went to Tiendesitas to check the food stalls there. See? I had to work on a vacation since the week's going to be pretty tight. I need info by Thursday at 7:30 in the morning while the my Tuesday and Wednesday are already so full of To-Dos, so what's there to do, right? I asked another good friend, si Big D, if he'd like to follow and drink with me. He was game but knowing how spontaneous that friend is, I just found myself renting a swimsuit and spending a very, very relaxing evening at a water spa. It was super worth it. I really, really love this guy (as in love in an uber platonic way). The spa's indeed very therapeutic, I got myself out of depression and emotional dependence such that I was able to take what-might-have-been two big emotional let downs for me level-headedly. If you happen to read this, thank you again. You're really such a great friend. Promise, I'd write about you and pimp you out in cyberspace. Hehe :p

Anyway, I have nearly overcame all the consequences of having such a great long weekend. One more day, then I'm out of it.

A feel-good Friday to all!

Song for the Week:

No One - Alicia Keys

A Sneak Peek at Religioso's Latest Collection

Just some of the clothes I like from Religioso's Latest Collection. Don't we all love the collars and the details that make Religioso clothes speak for their name?

Gaetana Dress

Detail of the Gertrude Dress

Detail of the Greta Top

Life is like a box of chocolates...

Just found this while looking for someone's Perugina chocolates.

Eat your hearts out, my dear readers :p

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Some people are semi-sweet; others are just plain nutty. Don't cry over spilled milk - unless, of course, it's chocolate milk. There is a fine line between vice and addiction. Blind dates are like chocolate - they're usually chunky and they quickly disappear. When life presents you a rocky road, just eat your way out of it. Money can't buy you love - but it can buy you chocolate - 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Keep your fingers off other people's bonbons. Mothers-in-law are like chocolate syrup; a little goes a long way. Flowers and champagne may set the stage, but it's chocolate that steals the show. An ounce of truffles is worth a pound of anything. Milk chocolate .. for all it's worth. You never really know a person til you've shared a box of chocolates with them. A kiss is just a kiss, but a chocolate kiss is bliss. True love will remain long after the chocolates have gone ... provided there's another box. The best things in life are not fat free. Nothing is worth getting sick over except, of course, chocolate. When all else fails, fudge it! And remember, if life is like a box of chocolates, take a bite out of everything.


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Can't wait! :p

The Best Days

Thursday morning. Had to wake up extra early to make it to a 7:30 am breakfast meeting at Mario's Kitchen. I didn't. But I'm glad I made it 5 minutes early.

It was the first big group meeting called for the organizers of the upcoming Children's Rosary Rally. The plan sounds good and I'm optimistic that coordination for this year will not be as stressful as last year's.

Evening. I got pretty hyped up when this really good new friend of mine called for a private choco fest! We're both big fans of chocolate and we can't wait to do it. Might as well call our rendezvous, "Chocoholics Anonymous." :p

I later got a message from a more senior colleague asking me if I can make it to an important breakfast meeting on the next day. So...

Friday morning. Dropped by the office first to properly inform my boss that I'm supposed to attend an 8 am meeting. I'm actually thankful that since my job requires a lot of field work, my boss trusts me enough to allow me to leave the office anytime. This is just one of the many things I enjoyed when I was still acquiring accounts for my old job. I get to go out and meet people of all sorts.

It started to rain hard when I got on a cab but the good thing was that it stopped when I reached my destination. I haven't been to High Street/Serendra for the longest time and I was surprised that so many establishments were already operational since those times I hung out a lot in the area.

I love my mornings good -- waking up early, saying a prayer, walking a bit and having good breakfast. Boy, I miss those times when my dad would ring the doorbell in my pad so we can have breakfast together in Katipunan. Or those times when we'd go to our favorite breakfast places when he drives me from home to my pad on early Mondays.

Again, I must say that I am really thankful that I get to sit down with the local CSR gurus and watch how they work. It's very humbling plus I feel so privileged about learning so much from them.

This is what's so good about being able to identify one's own passion. You can always live it out. Earlier this week, I got to have a restroom conversation with one of our company's lawyers; also one of the women I admire at work. Again, I thought that it's really such a small world. She happens to be friends with this woman who spoke in my course's career talks. I have always thought she had the job I wanted. My officemate told me that apparently, her friend was asking her to help her look for someone who'd replace her post in the Swedish Embassy just two Aprils ago. Boy! It could've been me! :p

Anyway, Saturday was something else. Loved the whole of it! Brought our GK kids to ACPACI's special screening of Repertory Philippines' Mulan at Onstage, Greenbelt 1. Brought Krissy with me and she seemed to have so much fun. This plus the fact that I've heard much of my favorite compliment -- Krissy and I having splitting images, made Saturday so great!






Today is Sunday and I am looking forward to more activities with my family.

"He Says" in Life in High Heels

Just to make Life in High Heels even more exciting, I'm adding a
"He Says"
portion in some of my posts.

I invited a couple of guy friends over to my blog and it was amusing that they'd give their piece of mind over some of the most controversial posts here.

I'll be posting a "He Says" update every once in a while.

Some friends would like to keep their identities in secret. Well, we'll keep it at that. But I assume I'm given a free hand at giving them codes. Hehe...

Read about our first two featured "He" opinions at my Meet the Brazilian (Brave Encounters with Waxing Down There) post. Click here.

Cheers!

Blue & Green: Back-to-Back So-Hot Bachelors

Blue.




Enough of Chris Tiu. I find him too perfect to be exciting. I am giving it to Ateneo Blue Eagles 6'7" center RABEH Al-HUSSAINI who is undeniably UAAP Season 71's Most Improved Player.

Tall, brown-skinned and not-so gwapo... Don't these make such an exciting come on for girls?

But yeah, too bad, he currently has a girl friend.


Green.




Well, although I cheer a lot for my alma mater's team, my eyes cannot help but wander to the green side on Ateneo-La Salle games and zoom in on hot, hott, hottt DLSU point guard SIMON ATKINS. Lean, bad boy-looking mestizos certainly rock! Isn't he a sight to enjoy in Araneta and along EDSA with his sexy underwear billboards?

Come on. Take me to the green side!

Wanna see more of Simon?

"See Simon and a blue ball between his legs, a half-naked Simon cocking a rifle, a shirtless twink Simon, Simon proudly showing off his golden bird, Simon squatting, Simon in a girly pose, etcetera, etcetera..." (Misterhubs) at http://misterhubs.blogspot.com/2007/07/simon-atkins.html

Hope

As a development practitioner, I tend to see the world in a child's eyes -- positive, hopeful and dabbed with a certan mix of innocence and curiosity.

Earlier, I have watched a presentation of an NGO, which reminded me of what I would have done after graduation if I was not blessed with my beautiful Krissy. I thought of going on a mission; perhaps continuing my earlier experience with Regnum Christi's Youth for the Third Millennium missions or maybe joining Jesuit Volunteers or other similar organizations. I have always found inner peace in being immersed in communities -- like teaching children, listening to what older people have to share, getting all sweaty and dirty under the afternoon sun with happy children, eating meals with simple families, and enjoying scenes and the peace and quiet of 5:00 pm.

Until now, I wonder how life would have been like if I pursued my plans of teaching children in a far-flung bario and being a volunteer in Africa. Would I have lasted a year in my post?

I knew it was not a permanent thing. But then, it would be something humbling. The experience will always have to be something which I would like to remember as I move forward in life.

When Krissy came, I knew it was the end of my youth; a life well-lived and made the most out of. I have no regrets. That life may have ended along with my aspirations of being a volunteer on a mission but Krissy just started something new. It is the life that reconciles self-interest and the greater good. I have to secure Krissy and I a good life while at the same time, helping the society as a whole.

For the past year, I always wake up happy, feeling in love and ecstatic. Sickness and heartaches all seem to be just trivial. I allow myself to take time to embrace the pain, give myself a rest and then just go on without any frills.

Again, as a development practitioner, I am glad that instead of seeing the Philippines as a hopeless country, I am filled with hope. I am glad that while others end at feeling pity or shame, I seek ways and solutions.

This is how I have always been, though at times I forget. The world is beautiful for as long as we see the glass as half-full. If it becomes ugly, then we can always work on a makeover. I believe that everyone is capable of making a difference but it only takes a brave soul to take the initiative to act.

Happy Monday!

Who's who?

Can you tell who's mommy and who's baby?

Joyce is a Wanderlust Girl!

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Stuff I Like From Ilaya Couture's August Collection

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Girls and Bad Boys

Why do girls like bad boys?

Coming up with an undefiable answer to this is a task as ambitious as proving that Elvis was alive. I know I am not as desperate and idle-minded as those who try to prove what has been taken as fact for the past three decades but let me try a shot at solving one of the great mysteries of modern day dating and perhaps, save a few hearts from being broken (again).

For starters, I’d like to make it clear to everyone that no, I am not writing about bad boys like Robin Padilla in Anak ni Baby Ama or Ang Utol Kong Hoodlum parts 1 and 2. Instead, I am writing about all those boys who shamelessly made mascaras run and guy bashing nights fun.

Yes, I am one of those girls. And so are 99.9% of all my girl friends. (Those who married make the 0.1%.) I spent a great deal of my life after 18 being swept by bad boys only to be dropped with a thud that hurt. And it happened one after the other. Maybe that accounts for the extra pads on my bottom. I should be a 96 lb. stick figure, right?

There have been times when options have been presented to me. But just like most girls I know, I always chose B—the bad boy out of reasons I did not really thought of thinking about. The decision was rather made by instinct and now, I know that girls’ instincts would usually go for danger.

Why do girls like bad boys? Why do girls try to forgive the same guy who made the same mistake over and over again?

Have we become fake dictators—imposing strict rules in our relationships but lifting sentences with just a bouquet and a pair of sad, puppy eyes?

Have we forgotten about symbiosis such that our relationships become either parasitism or predatory?

Or on a deeper note, have our preference for S&M transcended our emotions?

The answers depend on you readers. At the end of the day, I realized that I merely hit the bull’s eye in this entry. Why do girls like bad boys, just like any open-ended question, merits different answers—depending on the context of the one who makes the answer.

So let me just leave you, my clandestine readers, something to think about instead; something that's answerable by yes or no.

Will you let another bad boy hurt you?