A Letter to His Next Girlfriend
First of all, I want you to know that I’m not going to hate you. I’m not going to spend hours Facebook-stalking you, I won’t bitch to my friends about how much you suck, and I won’t ask them a million times if they think you’re prettier than me. I’m sure you’re wonderful – in fact, I actually hope that you are. If I ever meet you, I will treat you with the respect and warmth that you will likely deserve.
After all, you are dating someone who was – is – a very significant part of my life. You probably see something special in him, the way I once did. How can I hate you for that? If anything, all it proves is that you and I might have a few things in common. I’ll admit that I am captivated by the idea of your existence. I don’t know what I’d prefer: for you to be strikingly similar to me, or for you to be radically different.
I hope that you’re funny as hell. I hope you’re filled with energy and life, and that you can keep up with the ever-raging storm of his thoughts, jokes, and ideas. I hope that you’re spontaneous, and silly, and that you love being surrounded by people just as much as he does. I hope you can get him laughing multiple times a day. Don’t be deceived by the fact that no sound is coming out; that’s just the way his laugh is. You’ll be able to tell when he really thinks you’re hilarious.
I hope that you’re intelligent, and ambitious, and that you challenge him constantly. He is capable of so much more than he thinks, and I hope you’ll help push him to become the person he so wants to be. I hope that you don’t take his bullshit, and that you call him out when he’s being a complete ass. I hope you’re the type of girl who stands up for herself, who won’t tolerate anything less than honesty and respect, who isn’t afraid to make him feel bad.
He and I weren’t right for each other, but for a long time, neither of us was willing to fully let go. We made a mess, and instead of cleaning it up or walking away, we spent months needlessly adding to the disaster. Something about him made me weak. I want him to make you feel strong. I want his presence in your life to add to your confidence, not chip away at it. I want you to feel like the best version of yourself when you are with him, filled with love, not doubt.
I hope he understands just how valuable you are, and that he reminds you how much you mean to him every day. I hope that he can love you the way he was never quite able to love me. I hope he treats you well. And if he doesn’t, I hope you will have the strength and the courage to truly leave him – perhaps a little more successfully and elegantly than I did.
5:06 pm • 12 April 2014
So my family went to Catalina Island while I was stuck in Cedars-Sinai saving lives.
9:50 pm • 21 March 2014
It’s always a delight to me whenever friends (whether from college or high school) visit to LA and I’m always the first person they go to - well technically cause I’m the only one who lives here in the West Coast.
About a year and 4 months ago (circa October 2012), Jaire visited from Manila (our planned one) because we were trying to recover from having our hearts broken. I kid you not, we were both depressed but at the same time we found it a joy to spend some time together for almost a week just to divert our attentions. Jaire’s a good friend from college, we were groupmates in clinicals for 2 years and after that, just went separate ways. She works as an FA for PAL and luckily, she could now bid (!?) or work for flights to come here. Fast forward to March 2014, she’s here again - this time, we’ve already recovered from our broken hearts. :-P
It was literally a short trip cause it was for work (<48 hours) and seriously, I think she’s the only friend I know who doesn’t really look forward to doing all those tourist-y things since we already did that before. I think we (including mimibarquin) spent half of our day yesterday, shopping for pasalubongs. And of course, pigging out at Norm’s (feast for 3 kings) and Sprinkles Ice Cream.
Well that was worth it. So grateful to have a lot of friends (well some) who have the privilege of visiting here. I think we’ll (Jaire and I) try booking flights to London next time.
9:45 pm • 17 March 2014
Took a short trip to Santa Barbara yesterday mainly to be away from LA. I feel so drowned (?) and congested from the city life, or just by working. Believe it or not, my day consisted mainly of eating, eating and eating. And incase I forgot, eating.
Santa Barbara has always been on my bucket list. I’m quite disappointed though because Sunstone Vineyards & Winery wasn’t even half as good as the one my boyfriend and I went to last year in Napa Valley (Castello di Amorosa). However, Solvang and the International Orchid Festival kind’a compensated for it. Overall I was just glad I got to get away from LA.
My body’s been so tired from driving the whole time that I was literally falling asleep on the freeway - I wasn’t even halfway through! I should do this again. I need rest, with another driver to be with of course.
5:17 pm • 15 March 2014 • 2 notes
Five Things #1
1. I’m currently eating macarons while deciding where would be the next perfect place (state or country) to visit this year.
2. If you’re one of the few followers on my Instagram, I posted a photo yesterday of one of our volunteers at work playing harp. Seriously speaking, we have the best volunteers!
3. My weight has been bothering me for the past 6 months or so. I gained 25 lbs. since I’ve been with my boyfriend and I’m trying to go back into running but even for the first 30 seconds, I get short of breath.
Believe me, it gets depressing.
4. I had a patient yesterday who asked for my full name and contact no. Thinking I did something wrong, I kept asking him what it was for. He was hesitant at first but eventually told me he wanted to call my unit to tell them the great service I gave him. *face palm
5. In relation to number 1, how about a Mexican cruise?
10:53 pm • 12 March 2014
In every celebration where there’s a photo booth, I always make sure to make the most of it. Here are some of my favorites.
4:11 pm • 9 March 2014
Nick and Joanna’s Wedding at Embassy Suites, Brea.
It was fun and stressful at the same time to be a bridesmaid. I’m glad it’s all over now. My legs and feet are so sore from all the walking (and dancing) in heels. Thankful to God for another time well spent with my family.
*All photos from iPhone 5 only. :(
4:05 pm • 9 March 2014 • 1 note