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Philippine House Bill 1799: Divorce Bill

Due to the recent referendum conducted about divorce in Malta, the Philippine government has suddenly turned its attention to a proposed bill that has been gathering dust in the past year. House Bill 1799 , or the Divorce Bill , was filed in July 27, 2010 by the GABRIELA Women's Party. With Malta well on its way to legalize divorce, The Philippines will soon be the only country in the world which does not allow the breaking up of marriage in this manner. The question is how the lawmakers and the rest of the country will deal with HB 1799. I continue to be amazed by how Filipinos seem to be more aware of what is happening in the country and how we seek to be more informed about our laws - both proposed and existing. In my opinion, this can only lead to more good. Never mind that there will always be opposing sides. At least the people are starting to become more involved in the shaping of the country. As with the Reproductive Health Bill (RH Bill), which is arguably the hott

Landslide For Real

I think I have posted this song - or about it - a couple of times already. I have to say that it has not meant this much to me until now. Indeed, there are certain things in life that you have to learn, that you have to go through; and unless you go through the whole process, you will not get what you need. I know I am still at the beginning of this process, and it is not easy. But I am not going to lose my faith and my resolve, which I am starting to just re-discover... One day, I know things will turn out the way they are supposed to. For now, I cling to Him who knows best.

My Doughnut Man

When we were kids, we looked forward to our parents (or uncles and aunts) coming home - they always had "pasalubong" of some sort. It was a great treat for us when they brought home Dunkin' Donuts. I had forgotten this - until last night. Jerry went out to drink; this has been a bone of contention for the longest time, but last night, he promised to be home at 2 am. We've been through a lot, and I was really hoping he'd deliver on his promise this time. Well, he did text when he was out. He came home a little late, and he brought these home with him: Don't get me wrong - I think it's really really sweet. I loved it. I just found it so funny that there I was, asleep in the middle of the night, trying to lessen my food intake (yeah I am trying to lose weight), and my husband comes home with no less than 15 donuts. He said it was cheaper to get 15 than 12 - a promo of some sort. AND he wouldn't stop till I ate one. At 2 in the morning. Thank

Marriage and Money

Lately, I have come to realize that finances indeed do have an impact on the relationship between husband and wife. I guess I took these things for granted, and never really thought about such matters. Wake up calls have been coming along quite often in the past few months, though, and I think it's time that we took a look at our finances. I don't know if it's just me, but on paper, we seem to be earning enough. Still, we always find ourselves short on money. It could be a classic case of living beyond one's means. It could also be that we simply don't pay attention. I read this useful article on how a couple can "fix" money matters . Some of the most important points: Eliminate power struggles over who makes more money. As the family income increases, everyone benefits. Eliminate arguments over personal spending. If she has to have a $400 blouse, as long as it doesn’t come out of the household account, that’s fine. If he wants the latest tech gad

Monday Pick Me Upper: How Fights Start

Ever wonder how fights start? To all married people out there, here is something to make you chuckle, or maybe even have a good laugh, on a Monday morning. My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.' I bought her a weighing scale. And then the fight started... Well how about I sell the TV and put that weighing scale on mounts instead? Would that be a nice anniversary present? My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. My wife asked, 'Do you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' And

When Men and Women Argue

Here is something to cheer you up on a Friday - not that you would need much cheering up on the weekend! Thanks to Franky , I discovered a (scientific?) flowchart of how the brains of men and women work differently during an argument. The original pictures come from Maxim . Bottom line? Men, spare yourself (and your partner) the hassle. When an argument starts, just APOLOGIZE. Be nice and sweet, and do what is being asked of you.

Marriage, A Massage, and Magic

The warmth of the sun. The cool breeze. The faintest smell of books. I was very much in my element earlier as I sat on the steps of the Main Library of my University. It was also the place where I spent the last 3 years of college. I felt like I was home. Maybe it's because I wasn't facing the issues I am facing now. Maybe it's because of the smell of books, they really comfort me. Maybe it was the trees, the calm environment. Whatever the reason, I was able to spend some time thinking about the major things that have been bothering me. I realized that I am not as "perfect" as I sometimes think I am. Take note that I put that word in between quotation marks. I do have a lot of faults; as a wife, as a sister, as a daughter. I can only trust in those who love and care for me to help me open my eyes to those faults. I realized that I need to learn to let go . Quite hard for me, but it is necessary for relationships to work. At the same time, I need

Monday Pick Me Upper: Feminist Jokes

March is Women's Month so here are some jokes for you wonderful women out there. One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his Sweat- Shirt. Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, 'What setting do I use on the washing machine?' 'It depends,' I replied. 'What does it say on your shirt?' He yelled back, ' Liverpool .' And they say blondes are dumb... ----------------------------------------------------------- A couple are lying in bed. The man says,'I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world.' The woman replies, ' I'll miss you... ' ----------------------------------------------------------- 'It's just too hot to wear clothes today,' Jack says as he stepped out of the shower, 'honey, what do you think the neighbours would think if I mowed the lawn like this?' ' Probably that I married you for your money ,' she replied. ----------

MONDAY PICK ME UPPER: The Wife Translations

In keeping with the spirit of Valentine's Day, here is a post on marriage. Some of these "translations" are quite accurate, if I say so myself. The wife says: We need The wife means: I want The wife says: It's your decision The wife means: The correct decision should be obvious The wife says: Do what you want The wife means: You'll pay for this later The wife says: We need to talk The wife means: I need to complain The wife says: Sure... go ahead The wife means: I don't want you to The wife says: I'n not upset The wife means: Of course I'm upset you moron The wife says: You're ... so manly The wife means: You need a shave and sweat a lot The wife says: Be romantic, turn out the lights The wife means: I have flabby thighs. The wife says: This kitchen is so inconvenient The wife means: I want a new house. The wife says: I want new curtains. The wife means: Also carpeting, furniture, and wallpaper! The wife says: I need wedding s

The Day of Love

Not everyone celebrates Valentines Day. I personally think that it is such a commercialized event, much like every other holiday we have these days. Just take a look online (or even offline) and you will see hordes of things on sale for Valentines. Still, it is a nice opportunity to do something special for your loved one, isn't it? Last night Jerry and I had our own thing - separate from each other. It was a good thing, actually as we both didn't stress out. I had fun with my friends, he had fun with his. I really liked the surprise that awaited me at home. I remember wondering out loud last night whether or not I would get anything for V-Day. This girl at the other table got a huge bouquet of flowers. Well, to my pleasant surprise, I arrived at home to my own bouquet. :) Now I am off to prepare a special lunch (although it's 3 pm) of steak and baked taties...yum!

Grumpy in the Morning

I have never been a morning person but for the past 2 weeks, I have been waking up at 6 am, even earlier. Interestingly, I have become more productive and have actually been able to write more and do more things around the house. Although I still am grumpy in the morning it hasn't been that bad - until today. For some reason, I woke up in a foul mood. Jerry's insensitivity didn't help. He's like that most of the time. "Oh you're mad at me. Ok." Then he walks away without a good bye. That pisses me off even more. And then my mind starts getting inundated by other stuff that bothers card bill... auto insurance quotes work... Am I overly grumpy in the morning? Is there really such a thing as a morning person and a night person or is this all in my mind? I don't want to be grumpy. It sucks.

Monday Pick Me Upper: CRACK!!!

I couldn't help it. I just had to post this picture I saw at Jump in the Ocean . Too morbid? Nah, it's the perfect pick me upper, I think. I am still chuckling...

What My Husband Thinks of Me as Jackie

The results of the Jackie O quiz has got me thinking...I have found myself looking at it over and over again, perhaps in an effort to understand myself better. I thought that it would be good if Jerry read it as well. You know, maybe he would know how to "handle" me in a more effective manner. That's why when he sent me messages over MSN earlier, I was excited. As our conversation went on, though, I found myself torn - torn over whether to be happy, frustrated, or mad. Here are snippets of what he had to say. Words in italics are his thoughts . WeaselBear says: Take your share of the responsibility so I don't end up with all the work. I am trying to get a new job so all the work won't be on you WeaselBear says: Acknowledge my achievements. I do and you think I am making fun of you . WeaselBear says: I'm hard on myself. Reassure me that I'm fine the way I am. see the answer to the 2nd question WeaselBear says: Tell me that you value my advice

I Know You Won't

Who ever thought I'd be listening to country? Heard this song earlier today... I Know You Won't Carrie Underwood I know you don't mean to be mean to me 'Cause when you want to you can make me feel like we belong Lately you make me feel all I am is a back-up plan I say I'm done and then you smile at me and I forget Everything I said I buy into those eyes And into your lies You say you'll call, but I know you You say you're coming home, but I know you I wish you were where you're supposed to be Close to me But here I am just staring at this candle burning out And still no sound Of footsteps on my stairs Or your voice anywhere

Follow Up Post: Boys Will Be Boys?

After writing that post last night, I tried to go to bed and sleep. As it turned out, sleep had to wait for several more hours. Jerry and I had a talk - a talk that we needed to have for quite some time now. I don't think it was the best time to do it as he had had a good bit to drink but try ignoring an inebriated guy who just got "cheated" out of a fight . Ignoring him when he is drunk usually works for me but not last night. Alcohol + diffused fight = a night of talking Anyhow, what I want to write about is how men ( READ: boys ) place such a premium on reputation and "respect." I can't help but think about how that altercation last night resulted from two male egos clashing. One guy messes around, being his sarcastic self. The other guy does not get it and starts running his mouth. Guy number 1 does not appreciate that so starts running his own mouth. Guy number 2 get pissier and pulls a bat out...and so the story goes. How many fights were

Be Careful What You Wish For

Jer and I were having a fun moment a week or so ago and I remember telling him that I would love to see him and SD go at it with some guys. I meant fight . Of course I didn't think anything of it - it was an offhand remark, seeing as how big they are. Maybe I have been watching too much MMA also. Anyhow, tonight, it was not even 20 minutes since I had gotten out of the cab when I heard a car pull up in front of the store. I heard Jerry telling the guy to move the car over a bit so that it would not block the store. Realizing that he knew the guy - it was the brother-in-law to be of our friend - Jerry joked around saying " Move the fucking car ." or something like that. Apparently, the guy took it seriously and started running his mouth. It would have stopped there but he pulled out and kept running his mouth. This riled Jerry up and he started talking shit as well. Naturally, I tried to calm him down and told him to get back inside as he had made his way out to

The World's Shortest Fairy Tale

I read this from one of the funnest blogs I visit regularly. Thanks, Meleah for allowing me to copy this story: Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl, “Will you marry me?” The girl said, “NO!” And the girl lived happily ever after. She went shopping, dancing, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn’t get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn’t save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theater, never watched sports, never wore friggin’ lacy lingerie that went up her ass, had high self-esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time. The. End.

Not a Heartless Biatch

You have no compassion whatsoever! Those are the words that my hubby uttered this morning. Words that are screaming at me in my head. I may seem like one but really, I am not. You see, I got him baby red ear slider turtles as a housewarming gift. This morning, when we woke up, KC (the female) had white foam in her mouth. Jer was panicking while I calmly went back inside to turn Koryu on. I was going to look it up online but he thought I just didn't care. I even looked up vet clinics nearby and tried to call them (they were all out of business and those that were open don't treat turtles). I am not heartless. I just prefer to distance myself so that I won't be too affected when something like this happens. Call it a defense mechanism if you wish but don't call me a heartless b#tch.

100 Skills Every Man Must Know

I saw this article on MSN last Friday and I was overwhelmed. It seems to me that gone are the days that men actually did everything. Does a man with all these skills really exist? The list is too long for this post but they categorized the 100 into major groups. Of these groups, I think that the Home is most important: 14. Carve a turkey 15. Use a sewing machine - yeahhh right! 16. Put out a fire 17. Home-brew beer 18. Remove bloodstains from fabric - that's what the maid is for. 19. Move heavy stuff 20. Grow food - thank God for the market? 21. Read an electric meter 22. Shovel the right way 23. Solder wire - I learned this in college. 24. Tape drywall 25. Split firewood 26. Replace a faucet washer - Dad taught me this. 27. Mix concrete 28. Paint a straight line 29. Use a French knife 30. Prune bushes and small trees 31. Iron a shirt 32. Fix a toilet tank flapper 33. Change a single-pole switch 34. Fell a tree 35. Replace a broken windowpane 36. Set up a ladder, safel

I Didn't Have the Heart to Tell the Kid...

...that he didn't have enough money. I didn't know whether to laugh or to get mad when Jerry came in and told me that. Apparently, a little kid came up to buy Nips (the local M&Ms) and he only had 2 pesos on him. The thing is, we paid more than that for the candy. My soft-hearted husband (I know, he doesn't really seem to be like that) couldn't tell the kid no and sold the Nips for 2 pesos. Now, I can just see the little kids coming over for the 2-peso Nips! The infamous Nips.