Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Old Maid

A scary word, isn't it? I don't understand why nine out of ten people make a very big deal out of this word. They consider it as a misfortune, an outcast, and worst of all, a scare!

When a woman stays single, people immediately think that she's not lucky in love. That she has been badly broken-hearted, that she has never had the chance to meet her soulmate, and that cupid missed his target on her.

Pretty silly though, but it's true. For they say that falling in love comes only once in our lives. And it's up to us whether to pursue it or not. Love is a risk and is a matter of taking chances. And these so-called "old maids" chose not to pursue it for very reasonable reasons....

Reasons that do no just came out of the blue but reasons that are based on experiences and truth.

People also think that old maids are pitiful and miserable. It's always a connotation that they are bitter to life. It has been a trademark for them to be moody, irritable, and unkind.

Well, these have reasons too. And whatever those reasons are, these are acceptable if only we open our minds and put our feet in their shoes.

Lastly, ladies are always threatened by the word "old maid". Nobody ever wants to be one! As a result of the society's prejudice, it became a mind set that being an old maid is a very unfortunate fate. It is as if it's a curse, an incurable disease, and a disgrace.

So what if there are old maids. Each one of them has her own unique story to tell that ought to be appreciated. So why pity them? It is their choice to stay single for through it, they find happiness.

I think it's about time for us to see old maids in a different way. Behind every choice are reasons. And behind every reason are principles. We can't just choose and buy a pair of shoes without testing if it fits our size, suits our style, is comfortable to wear, and most importantly, serves to protect our feet as its purpose.

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Sunday, August 21, 2011

A Desperate Housewife

In a luncheon party at my friend’s house, I happened to encounter a 30-something married woman. She wore a loose T-shirt, knee-length pants, rubber slippers, and a gloomy face with scrunchy on her head. In short, she was a sore eye to me! She was undesirable to talk to but she talked! She worried a lot about her kids who were left at home.

At first, I was trying to ignore her but suddenly, she blurted out something about her husband. She said that she’s very discouraged with her life because of her husband. “Huh?”, was the only thing that first popped out from my mind. I wondered so I gave her a fraction of my attention.

Then she looked at me with a “I once was like you” look. I hated it and I gave her a “Who are you?” look. She then told me and the other guest in our table that she once was slim, had donned beautiful dresses, had worn make up, and had never went out of the house without her hair done right. “So what?!”, I told myself rolling my eyes. Then she added that everything would be so different if you’re married, have a husband who turned out to be a monster, and have kids.

She then told us how her life was when she was younger. According to her, she was once a what-she-wants-she-gets kind of girl. She had lots of suitors but ended up with the guy whom everybody in her family hated because they didn’t see any good thing about him. But she was so in love with him and disobeyed her parents (as what she always does anyway according to her) just to be with him. So, she married the guy and has two kids with him.

After an against-all-odds marriage, the perfect gentleman she knew suddenly became a complete asshole! Her husband became a drunkard and a drug addict. On the process of telling her story, I was so dying to ask her why won’t she just leave her husband. She was so pathetic! I always hate women who are martyr and who sacrifice a lot in the name of love! Just from her story, I could tell that she’s totally a different person from who she was before the marriage or to be accurate, before she fell in love with the person she married. She didn’t even finish college because of the guy! Well, he just promised her the moon, the stars, the universe indeed if she’s gonna marry him. But all the promises in the world were broken.

In contrary, she’s the one who’s providing for her family. She’s working hard selling bananaque at her kids’ school. A classmate from college saw her one time and asked her what happened to her. She answered back “This is my destiny”. The heck with destiny! Why blame it to fate?! My blood pressure started to shoot up but I never did ask her the question. I never had the guts to do so. Instead, I just sat there, totally shocked with her unfortunate “destiny”, and began telling her that everything’s gonna be alright. Too ironic! I was so surprised by myself! Despite from the anger that I felt because of her foolishness, I’ve said that?! Huh! Unbelievable!

Well, maybe deep down, I understood. Maybe deep down, I had somehow related. Maybe it’s an instinct for women to console each other no matter what foolishness each one had done….Women are women. All foolishes when it comes to love! However, let's do our very best not to become a desperate housewife!

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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Being a Tweener

I'd like to share my very first poem. I composed this when I was still 12 - first year high school at ICC-La Salle.

Do Love

Do not change your love
That fly like a dove
It's a thing you can keep
That many people peep

Everybody knows
Everybody shows
Loving forever
Can't change to never

Set it free
And go to a tree
Wish for something
And you can get everything

Save it for me
A happy as you be
I care for you
Because I love you

- Mary Rosalie T. Olandesca (September 26, 1995)

Does the poem make sense? Well, this was just written by a tweener. Now, what is a tweener? This is a new word in this new generation that refers to a person in between ages 10-12. That's derived from the word between. Thus exists the word tween or tweener - not a kid anymore but still not yet a teen-ager.

In this stage of life, various confusions arise. Some want to stay as kids but some are so excited that they start to act as grown-ups. Some thinks they are not good-looking but some are so confident with themselves. Identity crisis also arises - am I a boy or a girl? These are only a few of the issues that tweeners are facing.

As for my being a tweener, I could remember that I wanted to remain as a kid. I didn't want to grow up yet. I fought it for a while but I couldn't help it. My hormones opted me to grow! I just suddenly disliked playing with my Barbie dolls, lost interest in watching Cartoon Network, and I didn't have an appetite for Lipps anymore.

On the other hand, new interests sprang up like reading Sweet Valley pocketbooks, collecting hair clips and headbands, hanging out with my girl friends and started talking about boys! Interests on boys surprisingly came and I just suddenly took notice of my classmate who was my then neighborhood playmate. It's so funny thinking about it now! But by that time, he had became my world. And this poem is all so written because of him.

So, now let's go back to my question earlier. "Does the poem make sense?" Of course the answer is "yes"! Because at the time of writing, the feeling was so real. May it be written by a tweener or a teen-ager or an adult, all feelings are real! It just depends on our level of maturity. I may laugh about it now, but still that was what I felt before and it was all so real!

And to all tweeners out there, enjoy this phase of your life for this only comes once and will never come back! Express whatever you feel and whatever you want! You are entitled of that yourself! And take note, just be happy!:-)


Sunday, August 14, 2011

Getting Started

2004 - T'was the year that I first read a blog of Atomic Girl at Blogdrive.com. I was searching for Atom Araullo and her blog appeared wherein she talked about seeing Atom in campus. Well, she's another Atom fanatic. Good for her, she also went to the same university as Atom was. Bad for me, I failed to be in that university so until now I haven't seen Atom in person.

Anyway, since I read Atomic Girl's blog, I started writing mine but only in a notebook. Unfortunately, that first blog notebook I had was burned due to bad circumstances.

2011 - I came to a blog site of Patty Laurel here at Blogspot.com. Not coincidentally, she also had a connection with Atom Araullo. I literally wasted my time with her blog and this inspired me to create my own blog.

Anyhow, since high school I have compositions - poems, songs, script, etc. All of these were written on paper - some drafts I even keep until now. Maybe this is now the time for publishing.

What will I write in my blog? What will I want people to know? Perhaps I'm gonna write my compositions here. Perhaps I'm gonna write about the places I had been to. Perhaps I'm gonna write about people that might be of interest to the public.

I'm so excited for this new endeavor! I hope I'm gonna have readers. I hope this blog will turn out great!

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