He gave me a diamond & platinum ring. Never knew he had good taste in jewelry ’till that day. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. If I were a man and I were to propose, I wouldn’t have an ounce of his class.

So today, after 1 year & 8 months, I finally got words to say. I say thank you for the very beautiful ring. The thought of you buying it for me is priceless. I’ll treasure it forever.

P.S.

Now I’ve got 2 “preciouses” on my ring finger. I have my equally gorgeous wedding ring blendin’ beautifully with my engagement ring. Love ko ‘to!

Then of course, I read the ones that came from me. As expected, I loved my letters more. Hahahaha! They were of far better taste. The others just had better penmanship.

I asked my husband what he really loved about those other letters, but he didn’t answer. I guess it is wrong to ask it now, because it doesn’t have the same impact as when he received it.

And so looking back, I wish I had love letters from my exes too (I never received any, as in). So I’d know how it would feel to read it now, 15 years later.

Now that I’m married though, I’m not sure if I would still keep them. Not that my husband would mind but it might be inappropriate to keep memorabilia from long-dead relationships. But then again, there’s nothing wrong with keeping some souvenirs too, I guess. After all, that relationship made you who you are today. Maybe I’ll just be discreet about it. Keep it in a box and store in the basement, or in the attic, or bury it somewhere in the backyard.

Past love letters can only be as big a deal as you make it. After all, as Lucy Torres puts it (when she read Richard’s letters to Patricia Borromeo), “At least I’m the one reading them and storing them in the basement now. Not the other way around.”

Amen.

I have always lived up to my ‘reputation’ back then. A known maldita, I was never the kind who swooned after boys. I was independent, outspoken, and I gave out the impression that I don’t need men. Hahah! But I didn’t have problems attracting the opposite sex, if you know what I mean. Still, they say, when you love..you just know. The heart has its reasons in which reason knows nothing.

And so I loved. Far more than ever I thought I could. Our relationship is far from perfect and we have hurt each other as much as we loved. But at the end of the day, you fight to make it work.

For love is not for the fearful, the timid, the weak. No matter how old you are, how sure, how ready, how strong…how deserving, how giving, how smart, how willing to give it your all…you can still get hurt and it hurts bad.

So know that when you love, you take one big huge leap into the unknown and no matter where you land or how hard, you know you could not have done otherwise.

I could not have done otherwise. If given the chance to live my life again, I would still choose the same choice, say yes to the same man, and cry for the same reasons.

I wouldn’t miss him for the world.

The best birthday gift in the world is on its way. Thank you God for this little angel.:)

And to you my darling husband, I love you too.

I was never a big fan of marriage, and I’m not saying I am now. But I love the idea that it’s something new, it’s something you have to experience on your own, and nobody is really an expert on it. 

My husband has been my boyfriend for the past 9 years. Imagine that. You’d think there’s nothing more we don’t know about each other. Truth is, there’s been a lot of surprises.

And though I’m not yet in the position to complain ‘coz I’m not, there’s still this one notion I have with marriage that hasn’t changed. It is a decision I have to make everyday. And boy, does my resolve weaken sometimes. But then there are days when  it has never been stronger.

So I say yes, marriage is a lot of things. And this will not be the fist time I’ll be writing about it. I’m still discovering the magnitude of its power.

‘Till next time.

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The Asserter (the Eight)

Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.

How to Get Along with Me

• Stand up for yourself… and me.
• Be confident, strong, and direct.
• Don’t gossip about me or betray my trust.
• Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.
• Give me space to be alone.
• Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don’t flatter me.
• I often speak in an assertive way. Don’t automatically assume it’s a personal attack.
• When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that’s just the way I am.

What I Like About Being a Eight

• being independent and self-reliant
• being able to take charge and meet challenges head on
• being courageous, straightforward, and honest
• getting all the enjoyment I can out of life
• supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me
• upholding just causes

What’s Hard About Being a Eight

• overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don’t intend to
• being restless and impatient with others’ incompetence
• sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it
• never forgetting injuries or injustices
• putting too much pressure on myself
• getting high blood pressure when people don’t obey the rules or when things don’t go right

Eights as Children Often

• are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit
• are sometimes loners
• seize control so they won’t be controlled
• fugure out others’ weaknesses
• attack verbally or physically when provoked
• take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings

Eights as Parents

• are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted
• are sometimes overprotective
• can be demanding, controlling, and rigid

I knew he was nervous, and he almost–almost didn’t know what to say too. But it went fine. Sweet and sincere.  It may not be as perfect or as mushy romantic as it should be but I’m happy because I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Very lovely day. The day I became bride-to-be.

Hello wedding planning!

Luntian at pula, Sagisag magpakailanman

Ating pagdiwang, bulwagan ng dangal

Humayo’t itanghal, giting at tapang

Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan

Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan.

Yes, there is and will always be more to life. But for me, never will I feel as thrilled, fulfilled, and free as my being an iskolar ng bayan. My eight years (since high school ha!) in the university is my life’s best time yet. Mahal na mahal ko ang peyups. I love all the memories – the fear, the sleepless nights, the professors, friends, acquaintances, the lessons, the pain, the Block C, the smiles and the loud laughs, the uno and the singko, the crushes, the organizations, the buildings and tamabayans, the groupwork, the 1^st time experiences, the fishball, the banana cue ni manang, the bilyaran sa Camputhaw, Bb.UP, the bluebook and tons of readings…If I am to put it all in writing, I will never finish. So to you, my beloved alma matter, isang magara at mayabang na sentenaryo.

Thanks for all that has been, and for all that will be, because of what you have made me.

Here are the rules. Find a safe, quiet place free of significant others, nosey chikadoras, priests, nuns, all things religious and men in general. (If you’re a guy, just reverse this process to fit males and tell us about your wallet, tool box, briefcase or metro sexual accessory.)

1. Dump the contents of your handbag in a pile.
2. Take a photo of your handbag and the contents.
3. Be brave and explain to your fellow bloggers what lurks inside the handbag.
4. Tag others who might want to embarrass themselves.
5. Answer these questions:

Describe the contents of your handbag.
What’s the most important thing in your handbag?
What’s the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?
What’s the smallest thing in your handbag?
Is there anything illegal in your handbag?

Started by Mimi, Queen of Memes who thinks up brilliant memes.

Here’s what’s inside Moonlit’s handbag:

Things I can

Describe the contents of your handbag.

jok-up kit (make-up kit) — the gucci-guccihan thing purse

swipe card (for Jollibee use, w*nk!)

my nameplate (azin!)

Pond’s pink powder

Neutrogena lip gloss

Nivea lip balm

Revlon eye chuva

powerful organizer (with my big name in front)

Purple pilot pen

Very Sexy (Victoria’s Secret) lipstick

mobile phone and its case

Powerful Marks & Spencer umbrella (as in!)

Millions of keys:

1. House keys
2. Store keys (with the UP High alumni keychain)
3. And my duplicate of the car keys (yes, I’m not the car user)

What’s the most important thing in your handbag?
My mobile phone. I can never be reached without it (paet!)

What’s the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?

My umbrella…people never understood how important umbrellas are. And they never fully get why I have it all the time, everytime:)

What’s the smallest thing in your handbag?

My nameplate?

Is there anything illegal in your handbag?
Hell no. *wink*

Now, I would love to see what’s inside your handbags or purses. Dump ‘em all out pretty please?

Anybody who want to do this tag, feel free to grab it and post it on your blogs. Leave me a note so I can add your blog to the links here. =)