"Malay mo..."

I'm supposed to work on a paper today. A long-delayed paper, and here I am, composing an entry for a friend whom I've felt for deeply ever since she confided in me her (sigh) love lost...

(P.S. Yes, I manage to work inside the rehab...have to find a steady income to pay for the costly fees here, especially my therapy sessions with MinChin.)

I'm an optimist. Being one, I harbor hopeful thoughts about everything, from work to family life, and yes, even about love. Though I've never been in a romantic relationship with anyone, serious or otherwise, I talk about love in the same hopeful manner star-eyed (or heart-eyed?) lovers do.

OK, everything here's beside the point I'm trying to make. What I'm trying to say is that, love lost and found and lost again will not stop me from believing that there IS true love that lurks around, strategically camouflaged so that I'll find it years later, just when I am about to declare myself (officially) a spinster (hehe).

The proverbial "Malay mo" is my favorite line when advicing friends about their love lost(s). Malay mo, yung ex mong naloloka sa ibang babae e ma-realize na he has lost a lot giving up on you than pursuing (and losing) that girl. O kaya, malay mo, mas nagdudusa ang lalaking yon ngayon kesa sa'yo.... (evil laugh). Of course, my "Malay mo's" always try to stick to reality, kaya nga wala pa akong sinasabi na, "Malay mo, kayo rin sa bandang huli." Yuck, parang linya sa sine.

I empathize with people who cannot understand what befell them when one day, someone tells them, "Hindi kita mahal" or, "I am still in love with the same girl nth years ago" (sounds familiar, raissa?). These someones are selfish people who failed to be true to themselves and become honest to the ones they had hurt.

Sana naman, kung ayaw nyo, wag nyo.
You can't have your cake and eat it, too.