THEORY: Not someone's girlfriend or wife

Screen shot of Yahoo news
I am not a fan of Bieber or Gomez but it really pisses me off that Selena Gomez, who was famous even before Bieber, is now known to be Bieber's girlfriend. She's an actress, a singer, an entrepreneur among other things but the best the headlines can come up with is Bieber's girlfriend like that is what defines her these days. 

And this is true for all female celebrities who are with a famous guy as well (i.e. Rihanna became Brown's girlfriend). It doesn't matter if they are talented on their own, if they are famous on their own or if they even make money on their own, once they have a "man in their life," none of that is headline worthy. All that stuff get their spot in the body of the story which not everyone are patient enough to read. This is just plain unfair.

So if women what their men to be called "Someone's boyfriend" they must date someone who is either unknown or not rich... Its sad this is what women have to deal with these days. 

STORY: If you could, would you?

If ever I did get a chance to erase a part of my memory, would I? After watching the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind it got me thinking and I would say no. But if were in so much pain when I I'd be given the chance to do so, I think I would have done the same impulsive, easy-way-out decision and just erase all my pain away. How about you?

I edited scenes from the movie. ;)

Also, I read about the movie online and found out the title came from the poem "Eloise to Abelard" by Alexander Pope. It was very lengthy but I read through it anyways. Seems like the not only did the title come from the poem so did the basic idea of forgetting your loved one so one could move on.

On another note, I think forgetting a bad memory is just as difficult as trying to remember a good memory especially after a death, after years apart or even distance. These difficult things come naturally even if they hurt which makes our life the balanced mess that it is. If forgetting were that easy, just look at what happened in the film! And if remembering were that easy as well then no one would be sweet or thoughtful because everyone else is! Its better when we take the effort to remember something and do something for someone rather than just easily having all the details in our heads. I think we show we care when we remember the things the people we love share to us. They find us worthy enough of their little piece of life and we should prove to be worthy of that by remembering. That's why remembering is difficult because love is difficult. But it sure is worth it... that's why people still get married (although divorce is a whole other story).

But then again, that's just what I think.

And since we're talking about my thoughts, I think Kirsten Dunst's (who is also in the movie) beauty is just divine. Her face is truly unique. hHer eyes that seem to be fallinga sleep all the time and the little fangs that show off when she smiles are exactly what makes her stand out. ;) (The pretty hair do helps a lot, too!)

THEORY: My Wedding Vow ;)

So here is the much delayed follow up blog to the previous post.

My Wedding Vow

I have always been one to enjoy writing speeches and now that I finally got the stage to deliver one, pardon me if I make the most out of it. In short, this is going to be pretty long... but how many times will you get married, right? So you understand. ;)

I have never been the easiest person to deal with. I am moody, stubborn and bossy and sometimes I find myself having difficulty thinking of something likeable about myself. But you came along... so there must be something I'm missing out on that someone as caring, sweet and loving as you found something worth loving in me. I'd rather not question the situation and just choose to enjoy the blessing that is marrying you.

Another thing I don't question is my inability to bust a move. And I'm sure you know that by now since we would be the only ones sitting in a corner while everyone else would be on the dance floor doing their thing. I remember everyone look at us thinking we were uncool or not enjoying ourselves at a party, when what we actually did was find each other. As we sat there trying to look comfortable being different in the crowd of teenagers acting like teenagers, my two left feet finally met your two right ones and it made sense... everything made sense. No longer did I try hard to fit in and do the things people our age defined was fun because I knew I was right where I'm supposed to be and I couldn't be happier. We never did drink and get drunk, we tried to smoke but never did like it, we tried to party but always ended up watching a movie instead. The harder we tried to do what they were doing, the more we realized we didn't want to do any of it. What was the point? Alone I would have never realized that but with you, it was clear. I'm having the best time of my life being with you so everything else didn't seem to matter. We enjoy McDonald's take-out, we never get tired of talking on the phone, we like eating a lot, we love your pet dogs Tracy and Sam who have become a vital part of our relationship just as JoeDy and Jorja have become, we love our alone time, we love the quiet, we love each other. This would be the perfect time to say everything was beautiful after that but it wasn't. FInding you was the beginning of a lot more discoveries.

We argued about a lot of things eventhough we agreed on a lot. I can't stand how you would splurge on cars and you can't stand how I can waste 5 hours window shopping. I can't stand how you are so uptight and serious and can't take a joke while you can't stand how childish and loud and moody I could be. I can't stand how you act like you're the king of the road and using all sorts of big names to get out of something and you can't stand how I act like a bratty princess and storm out when I don't get what I want. But what I can't stand even more is not having you call me up random times of the day when you know I'm mad about not having something go my way, not having you pick me up after work even if I insist on commuting just so you're sure I get home safe and not having someone as cuddly as you to get mad at for being too wonderful to hate. I can't stand standing here knowing that I'm marrying anyone else but you.

Just as my two left feet made sense with your two right feet, so does this moment. The hair, the makeup, the gown and the adorable tie I begged you to wear which makes you all the more lovely to look at are just pleasant additions to the dream I'm living out right now and will continue to live out with you. And somewhere down the line when we  get lost in the reality of bills, work and crying babies, we have this moment to look back to when it all made sense. And isn't that what we all need?

Just in case what I just said made no sense, maybe because of the shaking of my voice due to my excitement, joy or nervousness, I'll sum it up to this: You and I together makes sense now and it will forever. I love you and I always will. Let's do this!

I know from now until the day I get married which I'm hoping is not earlier than 27, this wedding vow will change, the person I'm giving the vow to might change (hope not!) or I might change my view on life as well... but at this point in time, this wedding vow is real. And no matter what happens down the line, these feelings, these words, this relationship I'm in makes sense and it won't ever change and that's just how it should be.

STORY: My Wedding Vow

I keep thinking of my wedding vow these days. And before your questioning mind blows up, let me clear a few things before I proceed with the story... and rest assured that getting married is not a part of it.

So what led me to writing my wedding vow?

1. This is not because of the Royal Wedding craze which everyone is apparently still in. My obsession with writing my wedding vow is actually due to my viewing of Tuesday Vargas' wedding video which was absolutely lovely. I watched it countless times (actually about 12 times which is countable but you get my point) yet I still feel the butterflies in my stomach and the tears in the corners of my eyes each time I do.

2. I keep obsessing over my feet... which apparently led me to drafting my wedding vow in the invisible notepad in my head. I've rewritten it so many times I've memorized the first few lines... or at least the gist of it. So, you may ask, how in the world did her feet lead her to think of wedding bells and I do's? Well, I'll be telling you that in a while.

3. I reread a blog of mine from 2008 and apparently, I have been thinking of the same thoughts back then just not as a wedding vow but simply a declaration of love to someone.

I guess the wedding feel of watching Tuesday Vargas' wedding video (+ many other wedding videos of other celebrities and non-celebrities which Karen and I had the liberty of having a marathon of) and looking back at my yesteryear thoughts on love led up to me drafting a wedding vow. And it isn't an urge you get everyday so might as well give in to it (sadly, the urge to eat isn't as rare so I must learn not to give in to that)

So the story begins in the shower (boy, this story is sounding stranger by the paragraph, huh? And my occasional injection of "parenthesis" thoughts isn't helping so I'll stop that now). I was trying to dance along to the song I was painfully trying to get in tune. It may have been the echo from the tiled floors or the water from the shower getting into my mouth or something but I was sure the beat of the song wasn’t right which is why I couldn’t dance very well to it. Or it could be because I could neither sing nor dance to save my life. Anyways, I suddenly thought of the line “two left feet” and started to dwell on that. Who first came up with such idiom? I then started to use it in different sentences and in different situations and finally ended up talking about the purpose of God behind it all. (See how weird the shifts in my mind are? I said I would stop this but apparently I can’t!) I thought if people who can’t see are given stronger sense of hearing and people who are mentally challenged given extraordinary talent, what could have God planned out for people with two left feet. And the answer hit me and I just obsessed on that for days.

What was the answer? Well, if God gave someone two left feet, he probably gave two right feet to another, right? Where else would my right feet have gone and where else would my extra left come from? I laughed at the idea at first but as I thought of it some more, it actually made sense. God intentionally gave me two left feet so that I could search for my missing half of the pair which is with someone who is in turn is searching for his missing half of a pair as well. And as we both stumble, trip and fail with the mismatched pair of feet we have we will finally meet in the middle and realize the reason to it all. That we were mismatched so we can be motivated to find our each other and that everything truly has a purpose in the world. That apart we couldn’t dance to save our life but together we move with harmony… and nothing could feel more natural.

To be continued. Part 2 here.