Monday, May 29, 2006

Destiny...or Coincidence?

After my sad discoveries last night and after pondering on the issue of trust and betrayal, I received a text from an anonymous person.

"Examine your past relationships and you will see a pattern. There were those who brought out the best in you -- you were kinder, gentler, never jealous, honest, truly loving. And there were those who brought out the worse in you -- nagger, suspicious, irritable, jealous, etc. Learn from it. Examine your present relationship."

Sender:
+639221234567

Sent:
01:53:47am
29-05-2006


I answered with a simple, "who is this please?" but I never got a response. Was it a sign or just plain coincidence that I received such a meaningful text from someone not included in my phonebook.

I decided to park all my queries first and resume my thinking when I wake up.

Then, a text message woke me up this morning. It was from my cousin. It was a kind of text that was worth keeping in your inbox for a very long time.

"You can only love one person. And the others? Well, they just make your heart beat. You get to meet a lot of people but there's only one to whom you'll give your heart to. Sure, you get attracted to many..But what you'll have are just feelings. Whether you play around or not, there will be only one person for you in the end. It can be hard finding that person and harder to feel that emotion. But I've been told it can happen... Trust me... =)"


Again, is this the answer to my queries? Or was my cousin just bored and so she decided to forward this text to all her friends including me? Still, it caught my attention...

The journey to discovery still continues.....................

The Art of Lying...and Getting Caught


People would be hypocrites if they'd say that they have never lied ever...from white lies to big lies that could hurt or destroy others, yes, this is one art that we as human beings have mastered.

The irony is that when we become the victims of a lie, whether it be big or small, it gives us such a painful experience. We feel betrayed. No matter how severe the lie is, the fact that he or she lied to us breaks our heart.

My best friend would always tell me that lying is an art that you have to master. The key is not the act itself...it's mastering how you should never get caught. True, but debateable.

I have always believed in the saying, 'what goes around, comes around'...one of my theology teachers said: "God forgives, nature doesn't"...but then, that doesn't make me a saint. I will not be self-righteous and tell you that I don't lie. I could even say that I have mastered the art pretty well. Still, when we become the victims, it is like being stabbed at the back.

Just awhile ago, I caught someone very close to my heart lying. This was someone I trusted so much. Once again, my intuition did not fail me. It was a kind of lie that would make you hate that person and wish that you just didn't find out. If that person would be your boyfriend or girlfriend, you'd break up with him or her. If that person would be a close friend, you'd probably start to burn bridges.

To my surprise, I didn't feel any anger or hatred for this person. Sadness, maybe? Fear of trusting again, perhaps. I received a million apologies and promises, but for the first time, I felt numb. Indifference? Not quite...

Then I remembered what my cousin told me. 'Love is not about being blind...it's about knowing that you have been wronged but you didn't mind'...whatever kind of love I have for this person must be something that is really strong-- for me to forgive or should I say, 'not mind' what that person did. On the other hand, I may just be plain tired and drained from all the negative emotions that I am having the past few weeks.

Still, lying and being lied to are two of the most common realities of life. Some people even say that we are living in one big lie. We may never see the consequence of lying (especially when you're good at it) unless we become the victims ourselves....

...still, we do it anyways. It never stops...

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Real Friends

In my work, I get to meet a lot of people. And I consider myself to be lucky because I have met so many great friends in the process. They're not just people I see during my shows. They have become part of my life already...I am so thankful.

Through the years, these people have helped me become who I am right now. My success is their success as well...I am complete because I have a great family and I have the truest friends...


I met Cat thru Pier One. She is now my soul sister. We have this certain bond that I cannot even explain. We have this odd connection as she would always say. I will cherish our friendship forever.










Drizzle is my boyfriend's bandmate but I consider her more than that. She's my confidante, my fashion sister, and my secret keeper. We have this promise that no matter what happens to me and my boyfriend, we will forever become the closest of friends. I love this lady...



Ryan and I have been theater buddies ages ago. We met again, thanks to Cat, in bora last April. Ryan's girlfriend, Avril, is also one of the people I have bonded with, and being with her is a blast. Ryan, thanks for reading my energy. You freaked me out but it was well worth it!




Rommel is not just a friend. He's my kuya. We have the same birthday and somehow, we got along pretty well because he's not just my boyfriend's best friend, he also is the kuya that I never had. Being the eldest, I always yearned for someone who'd stand as my older brother. That's how Rommel is to me.




Harry is not just my co-host. He's my buddy. He always takes time to make sure that I'm ok. Even if we don't get to see each other that often, he finds time to text me or call me. He gave me a great gift this summer. I will forever be thankful for that.





Camille was my bandmate in Intense. I haven't seen her in ages but I still love her. She has become a part of my life already. She will always be my 'mowmee'..I'm thankful that I was one of her bridesmaids during her wedding last January.





To my bratts family: I know we have different lives now. A lot of you are married and are mommies already. Life now is different compared to highschool. But you guys are never forgotten. I will always cherish our friendship. We may have differences...from the 'maria clara' to the 'wild biatch'... but we love each other and we have always been keeping in touch as much as possible for 13 years now. I'm looking forward to our next 'press con'...


John Paul is my best friend in the whole wide world. Nobody can ever destroy what we have. He completes me. He's my twin. I am so thankful that I had the chance to meet him and work with him. Through thick and thin, I will always be here for him. Nobody can ever hurt him because they will have to deal with me first. That's how much I love him.

Stranded In Boracay


"Caloy" destroyed boracay...and my vacation.

I was totally looking forward to that trip because for the first time, I was able to relax and unwind without thinking of work or anything else for that matter. It was supposed to be "kat-time".. I was able to hook myself with free roundtrip tickets plus free accommodations for 3 nights and 4 days. Everything was all set.

We arrived on a beautiful Wednesday morning. The first day was paradise. The beach was perfect. I was able to get a massage and a good tan. I already planned out my whole itinerary for the next few days.

  1. WEDNESDAY -- have a massage, lunch at 'D Mall, sunbathing, shake at jonahs, dinner at La Carmella, have a few drinks with friends at summerplace.
  2. THURSDAY -- Breakfast at Real Coffee, shopping at 'D Mall, sunbathing, shark attack at summerplace.
  3. FRIDAY -- sunbathing, lunch with friends, shake at jonahs, royal premium juniper at pierone, illusion shaker and pizza at cocomangas.
  4. SATURDAY -- wake up early to pack and head back to manila for my mom's birthday and a show at metrowalk.
When I woke up the next day, thursday, I was a little disappointed because the sun was not cooperating. After breakfast at real coffee, I decided to go back to the hotel first to change to my swimming attire. The walk to the hotel allowed me to enjoy how nice boracay was without the fuzz and flock of thousands of people that I usually see during holy week. After dressing up, I went out to meet up with my friends. I was not pleased.

Rain...outpour....no sun at all. Oh well, I guess my sunbathing could wait 'til tomorrow, or so I thought. My friends and I decided to stay in the hotel and play poker instead. It was fun. But I really wanted to go out!

Caloy welcomed himself to the beach the next day. We could hardly leave the hotel. We weren't even able to swim. The waves were scary and the winds were very unfriendly. The brownout didn't help either. There was nothing to do!

The most devastating news arrived Friday night. I got a message from the front desk that all flights are cancelled the next day. For a moment, my life stopped. It was my mom's birthday and I was supposed to have a show in Manila Saturday night. I wanted to head straight to the storm and just get eaten by the waves. The stress gave me an acid reflux and a slight fever. I had to look for a last minute reliever for the show and I had to at least tell myself that it wasn't my fault that I wasn't able to spend time with my mom on her birthday. I felt so bad.

It was the longest saturday of my life. The only consolation I had was that I was able to meet Maui Taylor. She helped me forget that I was stranded. She was actually so fun to be with. I need another blog to even tell you what crazy stuff we did for that short moment in bora.

I got home Sunday evening, just in time for our Mother's Day dinner. I missed my family, I missed my boyfriend. For the first time, I missed my work.

Breakfast at real coffee

At 'D Mall

Where we stayed

poker? tong its anyone?

Caloy??? Why?????

Me, maui, trondz goofing around....oh well, caloy will not ruin my vacation!

Money...money...money




Money is the root of all evil....it can turn a very nice person to a greedy and heartless one.

I wish we could just live with barter...I wonder if it works.

It's hard being the band leader because your bandmates will expect so much from you. My job description now is not just a singer...i call myself a 'slasher'...why? Imagine what my calling card would look like:

KAT MENDIOLA
singer/manager/booking agent/financier/psychologist/confidante
09211234567

The pressure is sometimes overwhelming. Instead of resting my voice for the night's show, I have to attend meetings, send emails, and make sure that I get to book shows for my bandmates. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear from the face of the earth. Maybe it's my fault...I always want things done perfectly that's why I end up doing it myself...I don't know how to delegate maybe. The result: they end up being spoonfed.

Regardless, I love to sing. It's my natural high. As for my bandmates....their happiness will probably depend on how much they're going to earn this quarter. Oh well, I love them still.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Energy Reading


A week after holy week, we had a four night show at boracay..it was really fun because it was a convenient way to work and relax at the same time with friends and loved ones. Another good thing about going to boracay is that you get to bump in to people that you haven't seen in ages!

I remember my close friend telling me about her bisexual friend who acually has a girlfriend. I really wonder how it works since my best friend is gay and never in my wildest imagination did i ever think of hooking up with him. Anyway, they've been together for 5 years so i guess it must have really been working out.

One sunny day, while the boys decided to try out the exhilirating flying fish (which i will never do again..thanks to kim, karel, and mike), the girls decided to do some sunbathing. While we were basking under the sun, we were suddenly interrupted by a familiar face. Small world. This bisexual friend of my friend is actually one of my theater buddies way back in high school when I used to join plays with father reuter.

To make the story short, we bonded in bora, together with his girlfriend. And even when we got back in manila, they would watch our shows every thursday at the fort.

One thursday evening, he texted me: 'do you believe in energy reading? i can read your energy and tell you about your past. i can sense that you want to reach out. your eyes tell me that you're troubled'

I was shocked but i tried not to be too obvious. I haven't had a good sleep in days.

So, we set a date. One thursday, we met up at eastwood and had coffee...it was the most interesting 4 hours of my life. He gave me a flashback to my past and he tried to explain to me why i am who i am right now..it was quite an experience. It scared the crap out of me because he was able to read even my deepest darkest fears and secrets.

Unlike psychic reading or tarot cards, energy reading is not about predicting the future. It's about trying to open your subconscious so that you will understand all the questions that you have right now. It's quite fascinating really. It's trying to link your subconscious with your conscious mind. It's better than stilnox or any sleeping pill...believe me.

If you're interested, let me know. I can hook you up with my friend. =)

DESIDERATA


A few months back, I experienced a slight crisis in my life. I was at the crossroads of my life wherein I wasn't sure if I was heading the right track in all aspects of my life -- career, philosophies, love.

Then one night, while I was driving home, I suddenly was on 'think mode' again. My mind was cluttered with so much thoughts, questions, fears, etc. So instead of going home, I've decided to pass by my friend's bar in Quezon City to have a few drinks and pour out all my thoughts to him (they say alcohol is the best truth serum). While we were talking and drowning ourselves with a pitcher of Zombie, I suddenly noticed a familiar poem by the staircase of his bar.

Desiderata.

I knew I've heard of it before but I couldn't recall. Then all of a sudden, I remembered my junior year in high school. English Literature. We were tasked to memorize a speech and deliver it in front of the class. I didn't choose that particular poem because it didn't look and sound appealing to me at that time. But as I was slowly reading it, every line, every word entered into my bloodstream. The chaos inside my brain disappeared. All of my questions were answered with just one poem.

I now read it every morning when I wake up.

Jimmy Bondoc, thank you for sharing that striking poem to me and to all your guests at Musikero Cafe. It was a great idea for you to have it painted it by the staircase where everyone can read it. You are truly gifted.

I want to share it to those who are also at the crossroads of their lives, hoping that it may be of help. Every word and line is important and worth grasping but I still emphasised on some lines which I thought was very striking. Please take the time to read it. It's worth it.


DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.


Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.


--Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952

People are dispensable...even in relationships



A few months ago, my dear cousin, Janice, broke up with her long-time boyfriend. Everyone in the family was devastated with the news because they looked so perfect and happy together. I asked her why they broke up and she simply said, "He just wasn't contented anymore. He was looking for something more." I asked her how she was coping with the situation and despite the pain and agony in her voice and face whenever we would talk about it, I could see that she was handling it perfectly. Yes, she was in pain. Yes, we could see that she wanted so much to bring back the love that was lost. But we all saw the effort of her trying to move on and trying to make the most of her time not dwelling on how painful the experience was. Instead, she even told us not to hate him because it was not his fault that he was not happy anymore...it was not his fault that somehow, the love that they had and cherished before decided to leave and falter. Instead, she reached out to friends and relatives who cared for her, she gave herself time to suffer for awhile and feel the pain, and then she decided that she had to move on.

I admire her strength and willingness to help herself...

All of a sudden, I just realized that people are never indispensable, even in relationships. Employees get fired from their jobs, people get deported from different countries, husbands leave their wives and vise versa. It's the reality of life. It's painful but it's true. No matter how hard you try to work for something, whether at work or in relationships, there will always be someone better, someone smarter, someone prettier. And all we can do is accept it and face it...and move on. It's such a sad realization.

But can we do something about it? That question still haunts me until now.

I started to think about my relationships--past ones and the present. I will admit, I have a lot of flaws. But who doesn't? I think every person wants so much to make sure that their relationships will work. But with what happened to my cousin, I started to get worried. To me, they were a perfect couple. Yes, they had their share of fights, but in the end, it was very evident that they loved each other. Do people really get tired of loving too much? Is it a sin to give your all when you know and feel that you're giving it to someone who is worth it? How do you really know that he's worth it? Are there rules or guidelines to determine that you've really found the 'one'?

My relationship right now is not perfect. But it's real and it's based on love. It was unexpected..it was never planned. Magic? Maybe. It's just funny how we could have crossed paths so many times before--he was the best friend of my first boyfriend (surprisingly, during those 8 months, I have never gotten the chance to meet him), a year before we met we both lived in the same small village (just a few houses away), we'd hang at the same bar at the same day but never at the same time...the list goes on and on. I guess God introduced him to me at the perfect time when we both needed each other the most.

The first year and 4 months was heaven...I felt like I was in high school again. The butterflies on my stomach whenever he'd surprise me during my shows, the first kiss, the first boracay trip, the first time he met my parents and when I met his--everybody who saw us said we were like a match made in heaven...

It's a little different now. I could probably describe our situation right now by quoting John Legend's "Ordinary People".
--- "...this ain't the honeymoon, we've past the infatuation phase, right in the thick of love, at times we get sick of love, it seems like we argue everyday...sometimes it's heaven sent then we head back to hell again, we kiss and we make up on the way...I hang up you call, we rise and we fall and we feel like just walking away. As our love advances, we take second chances..though it's not a fantasy I still want you to stay..." --- I could not keep track anymore of how many times we've broken up and then got back together again for the past 3 months or so. Maybe too much familiarity makes people impatient with each other. Or maybe we have been so busy being together that we totally missed out on a lot of other things..and since we've been so used to 'always being together', the adjustment from almost everyday of seeing each other to just meeting up once a week is like hell. I really don't know. Or maybe there really is a phase in a relationship wherein couples really fight about anything under the sun. Period.

But we're going to work things out. We have decided to work it out. Maybe compromise never worked for us. Maybe sacrifice will work better, I still don't know. What I know is that in life, it's always trial and error. If it doesn't work out this way, then there must be another way. The most important thing is that both of you are willing to make things work. It takes two to tango. If it's worth it...if in you're heart you know that there is still room to grow and change...if you don't see him that often anymore but whenever you close your eyes, he's still there...if you know that you have been wronged and you didn't mind because you know that he was sorry but was just too proud to say it, then work for it...

As my boyfriend would always say, in relationships, it's better to take it a day at a time. Do not treat it like a sort of career. This is real life, we're not in a movie...not everybody is blessed with happy endings. Take care of it, cherish it. Make the most out of it. Don't curse...if you do, say you're sorry. Pray. Because in the end, it will all boil down to one thing: if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be. But the important thing is, you did your best, you loved with all your heart and you have no regrets.