Panagbenga 2017 - The beauty of Flowers..

The Woman in a Man’s Heart (My thoughts)

Every man has an ideal woman in his heart. Believe it or not, men create the perfect woman in their minds, how they love to have that woman come into being. Like Aphrodite coming down from Olympus with the radiance of beauty and sexuality, the embodiment of the qualities of a complete woman that men desire. The woman that launched a thousand ships in the story of “Helen of Troy”. THE WOMAN – one that melts the heart of a man and that one woman every single man desires to be his. 

Where is she?, one in a trillion or none at all? Men are dreamers and they do not realize that a perfect woman do not exist. As the adage goes nobody is perfect, so men cannot find anyone of that sort. They should be realistic and face the world with their feet on the ground. Let me tell you what most men look for in a woman but every man has its own type of a woman.  

Physical Appearance 

Uppermost on their list is the woman’s physical appearance. Remember men are visual, meaning they appreciate the things they can see. So the appearance of a woman is very important to them. She must be Sexy, well-dressed and well-groomed. A man wants a woman who turns him into a raging fire by merely looking at her. Physical beauty is a vital factor in looking for the woman they want.  

Mischievous 

Some men love a woman who tends to be playful and naughty. It does not mean she flirts with other men, it means she plays and flirts with his man. This drives a man wild and his imagination wilder and helps deepen the connection. However, women do not realize this and try to be so prim and proper because they believe that being naughty is a turn off for men. Men love a woman who surprises them by suddenly grabbing him and play. He wants her to be wilder than him and loves sex as much as he does. He wants a woman who would do anything he wants about love making.  

An independent and emotionally matured woman 

Men love the independent woman and not the clingy one. They love someone who has a world of her own and do not make him her world. She does not leave her friends to join him or lets her responsibilities slide to attend to his. She has her own interest and she allows him as much time for himself as she does. Men need attention too and he loves his woman to pamper him. He wants to be treated like a king by his woman when she is with him. Men do not like women who demand so much. It is enough that he knows that you know that he is there for you but do not abuse it. It becomes irritating. Do not blame him for things you cannot control. The woman should understand her emotions and deal with it.

A conversationalist and intelligent 

Men love women whom they can talk to about anything from politics to the most mundane thing. It excites them to the point of being attracted to the woman. Intelligence in a woman attracts him her too. But they want to be better than their woman which is a good sign. He does not want a confrontational scenario, he'd rather not discuss it.


Every woman wants to be desired by the man they love and every man wants a perfect woman if only there is one. Every man wants the sexiest woman to be their own.

If we turn the table, what do you think is the Man in a Woman's Heart?

A Mountain Range at the middle of Session Road….

I was enjoying the  “Session Road in Bloom” like I was walking not in a crowded street but in a mountain range with the sun kissing my skin and the cold breeze combing my hair as the silence of the  forest consoled my soul and gave me tranquility and peace. I can breathe the freshness of the wilderness, the scent of a virgin forest teasing my nosetrils and once in a while the brush of the cold leaves on my bare arms as I walk around with a light spirit and joyous heart. My feet were treated to the unsullied dews of the grass and shrubs getting my walking shoes wet but leaving me serene.

I was reminded of my lunch box days when I used to go to the forest with friends just to enjoy the pristine scenery and pick guava fruits for a jelly on weekends. I love to lie down under the shade of a tree and read my Mills and Boon while savoring peace in the mountains.  My friends would be eating guavas while I immerse myself in my book. Their laughter and noise were the background of my reading experiences in those days.

I was oblivious of the people milling about and I must have portrayed a woman at the height of happiness and contentment because suddenly, I came around, a gentleman was holding me in both shoulders and was staring at me. I slapped him out of instinct. I was so startled I was nearly knocked down.

“Madam, sorry but I was busy looking about I didn’t see you”  I was still dazed from my day dreaming and only the pain on my shoulders where his hands are and the impact of what just happened that brought me back to reality. I looked up and was confronted by a youthful and charming gentleman. I surmise he must be in his late 30’s. So as not to be obvious that I was also at fault (I lied then for not acknowledging my participation in the incident), I told him it’s alright and started to move on when he grabbed my hand and handed a book. He said “please take it”. People started to gather around us out of curiosity. I looked at him got the book and took off.

Are you curious about the book? It’s “The Rainmaker” by John Grisham, a coincidence? Probably. I am a fan of the author and have read most of his books except this one. I smiled to myself coz out of nowhere I found the book and without shelling out a single cent too. What a day to start a Saturday, it was one of the Saturdays I will not forget. This was also the day I had to walk home coz there was no available transportation but it was fun. I am even more inclined now to support the local measure to make Baguio a City for people to enjoy walking by not allowing vehicles in the central business district, my thoughts.

I continued to walk down Session Road but instead of day dreaming, I went through all the shops to see what they have.  I sat in one of the food stalls and ate hotdog, then move on to taste every food that I happen to see. It was a fun day!

MY LESSON: slap him harder… hehehe 

LESSON: Do not day dream when you are walking in a crowded street.

Life is what you make it.....

Does that sound familiar? You hear it every now and then from conversations. Is life really what you make it? Others say, you are destined for the life you have now  but I say NO.

LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT... your present decisions affect your future.... right? 

 


 Learn to do what you love to do and do not let other people rule your world. Only you can make yourself happy. 

Have the guts to find what makes you happy and enjoy life to the fullest. 

The SM Sequel

A week ago the urge to go to SM was great that I had to sit down and think a 100 times if I should give in. It was a beautiful evening so I opted to go. It seems SM is beckoning me to its folds. I thought why not? Anyway the following day is a non-working day. So off I went and strolled from one store to the other without buying anything.

When I got tired walking around, I decided to go home but found myself in a very long queue for a cab. It was raining heavily that people wanted to get a cab from there.There were about a hundred people waiting for their turn to get a cab. I joined the line and waited for half an hour before I finally found myself about to ride a cab. 

Suddenly, a woman in her late 20s approached me requesting if I can allow her go before me explaining that she has a visitor at home and she needed to go home immediately. I looked at her and said “I do not think I can do that, look at the long queue of people who have patiently waited for almost an hour. I do not think it is fair to them. If you like, you can take the cab with me, drop me at my place and direct the cab to where you are going. That is the only way I can help you”

She looked at me like I said a bad word and left. I smiled to myself and the man behind me said “what does she think she is? Everybody is hurrying to go home. She should have taken your offer” I didn’t know the man next to me in the line was listening to the whole conversation.

Lesson? There are always choices…
My Lesson? Do not talk to strangers  hehehe…

The SM Experience...

Our SM in Baguio is one of the few SMs in the country with a unique built. Nowhere can you see an SM designed like ours. People flock to SM for many reasons. I know some will disagree I am pretty sure some do also nod their heads to what I am going to say. For one, SM is one-stop-shop. Two, it is the biggest shopping mall in the city. Three, it is at the heart of Baguio and lastly, you do not get wet even with heavy rains when you decide to go home from your shopping spree.

The reason I am telling you this is I want to relate to you an experience I had in SM just two days ago. I went to SM to buy myself a cooling pad. The one I currently have has not been functioning for days and I thought it was time I got a replacement. After buying the most needed gadget and roaming around SM I decided to go home. It was around 6:00 in the afternoon and raining heavily so I went to find the end of the long queue which is a normal setting in SM especially when it is raining. I realized that the end of the line was at BDO which means that there are about almost 200 people on the line and still increasing in number.

When I was near the taxi stand I noticed a guy with a number of luggage standing at the entrance fidgeting and seemed bored. I noticed him becoz he was in a printed polo of yellow and green with a matching hat and shorts that seem too large for him. I have nothing against punks though. I surmised they must be visitors because Baguio people do not dress that way. At last, after an hour I was 3rd on the line for a cab when the woman behind me called the guy to hurry up with their luggage. She was grumbling “Ano ba naman yan. Kokonti pala ang taxi dito. Maghihintay ka pa ng isang oras bago makasakay” while arranging their luggage in front of them on the line.

“I should not have come to Baguio had I known it is like this”. She continued talking to herself.
I turned to her and said “Lady, this is rush hour. Add to it the heavy rains. I am sure wherever you come from, when it rains, people get stuck in many places to keep dry and transportation becomes difficult”. Do you want me to tell you how many taxi cabs are roaming the city right now? There are thousands of them in a very small space.

“I suggest that you do not make conclusions of what Baguio is with just this incident. It is not fair. If you just arrived in Baguio, try to keep your mind open until you have seen it all before you make your judgment not before that”.

She looked at me tongue-tied. I do not know why and what was running in her mind that very moment and I didn’t care. It is enough that I have said my piece. I turned my back to her and took the next cab coz I was the next to go.

I love Baguio and I would not trade it for any other place…..

Lesson learned? Do not be judgmental.
My Lesson? Put on your headset hehehe…

The Friend...

Sleepless again....

Instead of worrying why I cannot sleep, I would like to share a beautiful experience I had in the city of pines. One rainy afternoon, a few years ago, I was leaving the store of a gasoline station in Baguio when I slipped and pitched forward nearly bumping my head on a car parked in front of the establishment had it not been for an alert gentleman standing nearby.

He caught me in time before I smashed my head on the side of the car. I twisted my ankle though and had to lean on him coz my feet can no longer support me. The pain was too much and he had to help me to a seat and told me to just relax and let him handle it.

I was so embarrassed. There were a number of people enjoying late afternoon coffee with their buddies and friends. I felt I was so stupid but mind you, the floor made of tiles was truly slippery.
The gentleman was indeed gentle as he massaged my ankle and treat it with warm compress. I have no idea where he got a towel and warm water. I closed my eyes as I felt the excruciating pain making it difficult for me to move my legs. I lost track of time as the pain bothered me until he spoke and asked if I wanted to be brought to the hospital but I refused.

He continued to help me ease the pain with the warm compress. As the pain lessened I looked at him intently and saw compassion and sincerity in his eyes. I said "I don't know you but thanks so much for taking time to help me. There are still good people in this world. I truly appreciate your help." He looked at me and said "I know that you would have done the same for me if I were in your place" I reflected on his statement and a lot of thoughts crowded my mind like would I have done the same? Or would I have walked away? My answer that very moment was yes, cause I am a recipient of a good deed but if I was not, would I have?

He hailed a cab and offered to bring me home but I told him he has already done so much. Before the cab left, I gave him my card and told him "I hope I can return the favor in some other way" I went home still thinking how good people can be if they wanted to.

A year after, I went to visit a friend at the hospital and as I was leaving, I saw a familiar face on a wheelchair and stared knowing in my heart that I knew him - the gentleman who helped me a year earlier. As I was walking towards him, I was rewarded with a smile - a sad smile. He lifted his hands ready for a handshake and when I caught his hands I felt coldness envelope me. He was very sick.
I looked at him and took the wheelchair from the lady pushing it while asking the room number. I started moving the wheelchair while telling him how my ankle healed and he was chuckling happily listening. At that moment, I felt as if I knew him for a very long time. He told me about his life after we met the first time – the parties he attended with friends, the experiences he had when he was looking for work in Manila and how he wind up knowing he is ill and so on.

I stayed with him in the hospital for eight hours that day talking to him and watching him while he rested. Went to visit him daily for 60 days and during those times, we shared a moment I know I will never forget. He was happy most of the time I was there together with his family and friends. The only thing I can do for him is to be with him and that was what I did. He did a good fight but I believe, it was time for him to go.

To make the story short, he died two months later..... I didn't tell you he was just 28, at the prime of his life. Today is his death anniversary.

Lesson? Be compassionate
My lesson? Do not walk, buy a car hehehe.....