12.18.2012

ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage

Here’s the wedding ceremony with the most unique vows I heard:

“Never bring the memories of the past.”

“Never criticize each other, unless you do it, lovingly.”

“Never go to bed with an argument.”

“Do not shout at each other, unless there’s a fire!” (This one made us all laugh)

With Rev. Dominador Lopez as the official pastor, the nuptial ceremony preceded at UCCP church, Baguio City. WEN and MAE, the couples overflowed with great joy for this most memorable event of their lives. Together with their family and friends, they relinquished the moment like’s there’s no tomorrow.

Just in time, my cousin Fedilyn and I arrived in Baguio at exactly 3:30PM and the wedding ceremony began already. We took the back seats while our relatives were on the opposite side.

My four other cousins, Kuya Kevin Basa was in charged of the veil, while Prince Eleazar  De Guzman was the ring bearer, Vincent Karl Matabang, on the other hand, was the coin bearer, and Axel Ace Dablo, one of the “flower boys.”

WEN and MAE, the newlyweds danced and sang before the reception at Good Taste restaurant. I was amazed to hear Just the Way You Are and A Thousand Years played in the VTR. We were all starving already so the desserts were firstly served before the main courses. There was a photo booth, also, where you can have multiple photos and have the hard copies, afterwards.

Thanks to Ate Mae and Kuya Wen! As what everyone else say, “Congratulations & Best Wishes!” I pray for your family’s prosperity and guidance. May you have a dozen of babies to come!

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Advertisements

Whereabouts

photo4102

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

When do you start forgetting? Burying yourself in the past is what confuses you because you aren’t certain if it’s no use or not, or it’s just that acceptance takes a long time before you learn and move on.

Falling in love is an enigma. You never know when and to whom you will fall in love with. Just imagine a lightning when it strikes…there is no specific place that you know where will it land. Yet, you know there’s a lightning coming because of the thunderstorm. Like love, I don’t believe it’s the lovers who are blind. Neither nor, love is blind. In the first place, how are you going to say that love is a learning process if the senses are not present? Does learning only involve a mere affection without the perspiration?

Now I say, LOVERS are not blind and LOVE is not blind. You fall in love with a person because you truly love him, nothing more and nothing less. Well, if there’s something more, the affection increases because of the qualities he possess that you like the most. Whether they are accepted by the society or not, which give you the perception that you are blind for falling in love with it, it’s still your choice. And we all have our own choices in life!

Love is NOT VAGUE for it opens you to a new, bright world where you’ve never been to. It’s a paradise where happiness and sorrow both exist. We all hear of love’s sugary joys or bittersweet memories. The only difference between these romances is the way how two people deal with the conflicts that make them stronger and closer. Am I making sense here?

To make things clear, the parameters I set are for two people who love each other. They say love is a two-way street or it involves Mutualism. It may or may not be appropriate to use mutualism because of the idea of benefiting each other, it’s still apt for me to say that love is an interaction between two people, not three or four…and so on and so forth.

Above I mentioned about forgetting, and yes, it still confuses me how the past interferes with the present. What’s more painful than seeing the least people who has been a part of your significant other’s life? I mean, when you remember the conversations they had and the songs they used to sing, weren’t those an excruciating pain in the stomach?

What changes you is how you see things or people now. It’s a whole new world, really, because you tend to block these images in your life and if chances come that they appear to you, again, memories flash back like another storm casting its demolition to a crying hut. Does it happen to you, too? No matter how you try forgetting, there’s always this unbearable urge pulling you back to it and silently killing you?

I am not blaming myself for over-thinking things. If I stop fixing this, I would go back to the same issue over and over and I don’t want to regret in the end for not making an action. And the only way I know which will lessen the burden is by bringing it up again and again until all things are made clear to me and questions raised will be answered honestly and wisely.

Emotional security does a big part in this two-way street. You woke up in the morning and you thank God for the Good News – you are alive! The next thing you do is look at your cellphone and there’s a message which reads: “Good morning, beautiful! Wake up to a wonderful morning and have the nicest day! I love you.” It’s not just about the words, actually; it’s about the thought of sending the message and making the receiver smile early in the morning.

Let me ask you now. If love is an enigma, how do you deal with it? Like life, it is. But life has a beginning and an end, so is not love. For love is eternal. If forgetting is accepting, how do you it? Because accepting is devastating, like a storm, it destroys you and make you homeless. Are you ready to give up everything and be a beggar for the sake of forgetting?

Here is my plea. Please hear me.

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Be Afraid…Don’t.

“I tried to save all these tears the whole day but I think it’s time that I pour out the rain from a heavy cloud. This phenomena woke me up to my tiniest nerve, and suddenly, I didn’t care about everyone else. All I care about is YOU. We have surpassed too many trials and this one will never tear us down – we are like a single strand. Take my hand, darling. I will carry all your burdens with HIM.”

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Terrified

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPhOET2v8YM

“And I’m in love…and I’m terrified…”

I got LSS with this song when I was browsing KC’s files in her flash drive. Kareen Claire Jardinez is my dear friend in college, taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication, who happened to be the official photographer on my debut night. Her boyfriend, Jeremias Aquino, is also a Communication Arts student. It may be too much to ponder but I see compatibility in them, no matter how short the span apprehension I had with them.

Click…click…click. I was at the edge of my emotions when I the icon of this video so I invoke their right to privacy. Anyway, I texted KC right away to ask permission. Because it made a hit in my ego, I adjured her to post this here on my blog site.

After a few minutes of conversation with her, I took the brainchild to post this online today, September 9, 2012, for their 2nd year anniversary.

As promised, I did branch off their shown love to each other starting with Youtube, then I shared it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and here’s the Finale on Wordpress.

They are the cutest couple I’ve seen and swear, kinilig ako sa kanilang dalawa! (That’s why I posted it here – it’s SAMthing extraordinary. And I only choose those beyond perfection!)

To Kareen Claire Jardinez and Jeremias Aquino, happy 2nd year anniversary to the both of you! Embrace the beauty of LOVE. Keep the strong bond going. Spell love and commitment, unconditionally. My prayers and thoughts are with you!

P.S. I fell in love with this song because of that couple. (Thought they were the real ones who sang it.)

Video Credits: Kareen Claire Jardinez

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

“And I’m in love…and I’m terrified…”

I got LSS with this song when I was browsing KC’s files in her flash drive. Kareen Claire Jardinez is my dear friend in college, taking up Bachelor of Arts in Communication, who happened to be the official photographer on my debut night. Her boyfriend, Jeremias Aquino, is also a Communication Arts student. It may be too much to ponder but I see compatibility in them, no matter how short the span of apprehension I had with them.

Click…click…click. I was at the edge of my emotions when I the icon of this video so I invoke their right to privacy. Anyway, I texted KC right away to ask permission. Because it made a hit in my ego, I adjured her to post this here on my blog site.

After a few minutes of conversation with her, I took the brainchild to post this online today, September 9, 2012, for their 2nd year anniversary.

As promised, I did branch off their shown love to each other starting with Youtube, then I shared it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and here’s the Finale on WordPress.

They are the cutest couple I’ve seen and swear, kinilig ako sa kanilang dalawa! (That’s why I posted it here – it’s SAMthing extraordinary. And I only choose those beyond perfection!)

To Kareen Claire Jardinez and Jeremias Aquino, happy 2nd year anniversary to the both of you! Embrace the beauty of LOVE. Keep the strong bond going. Spell love and commitment, unconditionally. My prayers and thoughts are with you!

P.S. I fell in love with this song because of that couple. (Thought they were the real ones who sang it.)

Video Credits: Kareen Claire Jardinez

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

My Imperfect Man

Image

Do you know someone? Someone who is so imperfect but he can make my heart melt with his undying love? An undying love, he is going to love me more than forever? Forever is not enough, he is spending almost every second of his life to prove my worth? 

He is imperfect but I define perfection as someone who is imperfect. He is average looking but I see him as the most brawn man. He is weak but I believe he is the strongest man who can save me from anything. In short, I see him differently from that of all people. I see beyond imperfection.

There’s a friend whom I talked to before. We were waiting in the library, then. “You don’t necessarily need to understand something for you to like it.” He asserted.

From that moment, I suddenly grasped that idea from him. There are times it takes more than our senses to perceive something or someone. If you know what a MAGIC is, then that’s what I am talking about.

Do you know someone? Someone who is so imperfect but he can be my Beast for life? An imperfect Beast who loves me like Belle and doesn’t look for any other girl? Looking at me is his favorite pastime?

When I say, he doesn’t look for any other girl, I mean nobody else aside from me. My imperfect man has all his eyes on me, and nobody else. Nobody else can catch his attention because we are like magnets: positive and negative electric charges do attract. And attraction involves only two people.

When you say, I am crushing on someone, of course, you, plus him is two! So, one plus one is equal to two. That’s a basic Mathematics. (You are doing good.)

Now, we say only two people. Only two people are possible for this attraction. I don’t count numerous crushes here. Because numerous crushes are mortal sins to me. These crushes are “little devils.” I may sound too possessive for contending this idea, but it is not logical if you say you have tons of crushes. How many eyes do you have, huh? How many set of senses are present in your system? (Think thrice.)

Beyond the bounds of possibility, I still am looking for my imperfect man. It took me a thousand downfalls before I realized what I need, and not what I want. I need a man who loves me, unconditionally. A man who can’t like another girl because I am his only crush. It’s a bit thick that I don’t need someone who is perfect. I don’t need a gorgeous man who has a million girls in his eyes.

It’s beyond contempt but I hate polygamous men. Pardon me, people. I wrote this post not to change your views or something. Neither nor, I didn’t bark a slogan for your definition of a PERFECT MAN.

I am just looking for someone who is imperfect. Someone who can say, “I-M-perfect!” Do you know one, please?

(Call me futile with this blog post. Before I began thinking about drafting this post, I already expected oppositions or arguments later on. Anyway, I would love that! Comment and let’s conquer the world. I am standing on my belief, no matter what.)

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Says Lindsey

“YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY EVERYTHING,” says Lindsey, with a pout on her face. After months of having the on-and-off relationship with Patrick, she sure knows what will happen next.

Few minutes ago, while she was typing something for her paper, How To Have A Useful Marketing Strategy, due tomorrow, her friend, Lisa, called. “Oh, dear. I saw your spinach (Patrick) with that hell cat. They are both riding Patrick’s Isuzu…”

Lindsey took that into speculation before. Patrick, going out with another girl named Natasha…Natasha kissing Patrick publicly…both of them directing a show for all, and Lindsey crying over Patrick for being such a fool.

“Lisa, please stop…I can’t, uhm…I know Patrick’s happy with her side, but he loves me, still.”

Lisa chortles a bit. She sort of know that kind of laugh Lisa has when someone mocked her beyond extent.”Seems like he cares, you know? He loves you because you are so messed up believing him despite the distortion he’s causing you; or how about this…he loves you because he’s in for your money?’

The truth about Lisa’s theory hit her. It’s the kind of pain you feel when someone stabs you in the chest, two times a minute, digging deeper and deeper before you knew that you are dying. The soggy, scarlet blood is oozing right through that spot where the knife has beat you.

Do I have to stop the bleeding or let the hemorrhage continue until I no longer feel the pain because I’m already dead asleep?

To be continued…

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)