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In my attempt to test if I have a green thumb I bought a plant a month ago. It is called "Calandiva Kalancheos". This is how it looks like...


I was told that I should only water it once a week. And since it is an indoor plants there is no need to put it outside. But being the pasaway that I am, when I saw that the soil was already dry I water it. So, instead of once a week I ended up watering it thrice a week. I thought if I pampered the plants more it will bloom lots of flowers and will not die on me. But I was wrong... After a week, my plant is slowly dying. The flowers and leaves are all withering. It is true... Too much love can kill. And it makes me sad that I am the one who is killing my plant. If I want my plant to live I should give it the right amount of water and sun. If I want more flowers to bloom I should give it the proper attention.

I can't help but compare it to our relationship to our loved ones. Maybe sometimes we are also to blame if someone walked out on us. Maybe it is also our fault if our partners' love died away. It's either we love them too much or we love them too less. And maybe it is too late now to save that love. But it does not mean that we won't be given a chance to love again. To take care of someone.

I don't know if I can save my plant from its dreadful fate. But it does not mean that I will not try again. I bought two new plants today. One is another Pink Calandiva Kalanchoe.


The second one is this plant which I have yet to find out its name.


I will give my green thumb another chance and this time I will follow the guy's advise in the store where I bought these plants. I also search the net to find out how to take care of the Calandiva. I'm sharing the link below so it can help you too, just in case you happen to be taking care of one or if you intend to. :)

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dAtE nIght

I used to live a very exciting life before I went here in Dubai. "Thank God It's Friday!" was my favorite line. And weekends are something to look forward to. Not a week would pass that I haven't booked a date with my colleagues or friends. You can always find me in one of the bars, either in Malate, QC or Ortigas. Sometimes I would even go to Makati or Taguig. Where there's a party you will surely find me there getting drunk and having the time of my life.

Now, all of these are just a thing of the past. Here, I still look forward to weekends. You can still here me saying (but now it's) "Thank God It's Thursday!" But there are no more night outs with friends getting more drunk in a bar. Just a date every Thursday night.

Yes! You heard it right! Every Thursday I have a date. But not with some good looking guy. And it is not that kind of date where you dressed up and spent hours on the mirror putting on your make up.

My Thursday night since the time I came here was booked by Zen.

Zen is my ever reliable washing machine. We spent so many Thursday nights together. I'm even looking forward to it. I sometimes turn down other invites because Thursday night is meant for only him. He has this power over me. Maybe it's his electrifying skills that I was really drawn to him. Every time I get near him I felt this jolt in my body.

That's the downside of our date though. I just don't know why washing machines here have grounds. So, it is really a burden doing the laundry. I would have to turn it off first before I could touch it. You won't imagine how this task is taking me too long to finish. But there's nothing I can do. I have to accept Zen for what he is. I have to bear the pains because I cannot live without him. And besides if I abandon him I won't have an excuse for being dateless on Thursday nights.

Zen will remain to be my constant companion on Thursday nights. I just hope one day he will agree on a three-some... Me, Zen and good-looking guy. Hmmm... not bad. :p

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sEcOnd chOIcE


"Most people don't marry their first choice." This is what Father Tom says in his sermon last Sunday. But he says that the second choice does not necessarily mean that they are second rate.

My greatest fear is getting married ala Jerry Maguire. You know the part when they are watching the video of the wedding and Dorothy (Renee Zellweger) noticed how unhappy Jerry (Tom Cruise) was during the ceremony. I don't want that kind of scenario. I'd rather be alone than be with someone who chose me because he has no other choice... because his first choice is not available.  I want to be chosen because I'm the one he is truly, madly, deeply in love with. The one who he imagine spending the rest of his life with... the one he want to grow old with.

I have my first choice. He is the ony person that has a great power over me. He can make me feel either extreme happiness or extreme sorrow. He is my yin and yang, the black and white, the alpha and omega. He is my only choice and he is my first rate. I chose to tell him how much I adore him. I chose to show that love for him whenever possible. I chose to love him now in silence. "You are what you love, not what loves you" That is what Charlie Kauffman (Nicolas Cage) says in the film Adaptation. Even if he will not choose me I will still choose him. My first and only choice... until my heart says otherwise.

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