Nurturing an Illicit Affair

She is having an affair with a married man. That is how it sounded to me. Though no details were given (just reading between the lines), I can sense she is into it already. She said she is happy with the way things are, content of what is there, not asking for more. She told me she does not have the guts yet to tell me what she wanted to tell me. In time, she said, perhaps I will not be spared of the details. She seemed very happy, or content with the situation now that dying is all right.

I told her I do not need the details. It is okay if she would not disclose those things I do not need to hear. I don’t know why I told her that. Perhaps I am a little bit scared of what I would hear, or of the effect on me, or of what I would think of her as. Frankly, I love her as a friend. I don’t want to blemish the relationship I have with her because of her personal affairs. Those are not the only things I should regard about her. She is a unique individual capable of bringing smiles on people’s faces. She is a listener, too, and an intelligent one, sharing her bits of wisdom to circumstances.

Not knowing really what the situation is, out of true concern, I told her that she should remember that whatever we do, we must not step on anybody’s shoes, or deliberately hurt other people. I also told her that all things that we do, good or bad, have their own consequences, explaining that we usually wonder why this or that thing is happening not realizing that they are the consequences of what we have previously done. In addition, I continued telling her that repercussions always come late, or during the times we expect them the least.

She listened ardently when I mentioned that when we love, we should not give ourselves entirely, we should save a certain percent for ourselves. Women are vulnerable especially when a man does everything to show his love. Women are not very particular with the physical appearance but on how a man shows his love. Therefore, we should leave something for ourselves always so that if things did not work out right, we still have a spare for ourselves and will be able to get to our feet again.

I did not insist on, or rather, I don’t have plans knowing what the real score is. I already know. I am somewhat happy that this friend trusts me but I am also worried. What she is doing is not justifiable but I still respect her. I believe that we are all liable to our own “illicit affairs”, be it with our job, with our living standards, or with anything we do that is unlawful or forbidden. That is why we are not to judge. But I pray that those accounts that I have shared with her will give her hints in her daily brawl with life and with the situation.

When the time comes that she is ready to tell me, I will listen, and will definitely rebuke her. But there will always be space for reason and understanding.

Nurturing an Illicit Affair

She is having an affair with a married man. That is how it sounded to me. Though no details were given (just reading between the lines), I can sense she is into it already. She said she is happy with the way things are, content of what is there, not asking for more. She told me she does not have the guts yet to tell me what she wanted to tell me. In time, she said, perhaps I will not be spared of the details. She seemed very happy, or content with the situation now that dying is all right.

I told her I do not need the details. It is okay if she would not disclose those things I do not need to hear. I don’t know why I told her that. Perhaps I am a little bit scared of what I would hear, or of the effect on me, or of what I would think of her as. Frankly, I love her as a friend. I don’t want to blemish the relationship I have with her because of her personal affairs. Those are not the only things I should regard about her. She is a unique individual capable of bringing smiles on people’s faces. She is a listener, too, and an intelligent one, sharing her bits of wisdom to circumstances.

Not knowing really what the situation is, out of true concern, I told her that she should remember that whatever we do, we must not step on anybody’s shoes, or deliberately hurt other people. I also told her that all things that we do, good or bad, have their own consequences, explaining that we usually wonder why this or that thing is happening not realizing that they are the consequences of what we have previously done. In addition, I continued telling her that repercussions always come late, or during the times we expect them the least.

She listened ardently when I mentioned that when we love, we should not give ourselves entirely, we should save a certain percent for ourselves. Women are vulnerable especially when a man does everything to show his love. Women are not very particular with the physical appearance but on how a man shows his love. Therefore, we should leave something for ourselves always so that if things did not work out right, we still have a spare for ourselves and will be able to get to our feet again.

I did not insist on, or rather, I don’t have plans knowing what the real score is. I already know. I am somewhat happy that this friend trusts me but I am also worried. What she is doing is not justifiable but I still respect her. I believe that we are all liable to our own “illicit affairs”, be it with our job, with our living standards, or with anything we do that is unlawful or forbidden. That is why we are not to judge. But I pray that those accounts that I have shared with her will give her hints in her daily brawl with life and with the situation.

When the time comes that she is ready to tell me, I will listen, and will definitely rebuke her. But there will always be space for reason and understanding.

Nurturing an Illicit Affair

She is having an affair with a married man. That is how it sounded to me. Though no details were given (just reading between the lines), I can sense she is into it already. She said she is happy with the way things are, content of what is there, not asking for more. She told me she does not have the guts yet to tell me what she wanted to tell me. In time, she said, perhaps I will not be spared of the details. She seemed very happy, or content with the situation now that dying is all right.

I told her I do not need the details. It is okay if she would not disclose those things I do not need to hear. I don’t know why I told her that. Perhaps I am a little bit scared of what I would hear, or of the effect on me, or of what I would think of her as. Frankly, I love her as a friend. I don’t want to blemish the relationship I have with her because of her personal affairs. Those are not the only things I should regard about her. She is a unique individual capable of bringing smiles on people’s faces. She is a listener, too, and an intelligent one, sharing her bits of wisdom to circumstances.

Not knowing really what the situation is, out of true concern, I told her that she should remember that whatever we do, we must not step on anybody’s shoes, or deliberately hurt other people. I also told her that all things that we do, good or bad, have their own consequences, explaining that we usually wonder why this or that thing is happening not realizing that they are the consequences of what we have previously done. In addition, I continued telling her that repercussions always come late, or during the times we expect them the least.

She listened ardently when I mentioned that when we love, we should not give ourselves entirely, we should save a certain percent for ourselves. Women are vulnerable especially when a man does everything to show his love. Women are not very particular with the physical appearance but on how a man shows his love. Therefore, we should leave something for ourselves always so that if things did not work out right, we still have a spare for ourselves and will be able to get to our feet again.

I did not insist on, or rather, I don’t have plans knowing what the real score is. I already know. I am somewhat happy that this friend trusts me but I am also worried. What she is doing is not justifiable but I still respect her. I believe that we are all liable to our own “illicit affairs”, be it with our job, with our living standards, or with anything we do that is unlawful or forbidden. That is why we are not to judge. But I pray that those accounts that I have shared with her will give her hints in her daily brawl with life and with the situation.

When the time comes that she is ready to tell me, I will listen, and will definitely rebuke her. But there will always be space for reason and understanding.

When the Going Gets Tough

What would you do when the turn of events did not work as expected? And people are relying on you?

My initial reaction most of the time is to panic silently. Then I shut myself off from the world and ponder alone. The trouble with me is I cannot concentrate with noise around and be able to come up with a solution if people are buzzing endlessly. I face the problem squarely in a room, in a comfort room, in an aisle, or wherever there is silence.

They say two heads are better than one, even during moments of jam. It only works for me with Papsie’s presence. He is the only person who gives me that assurance that everything will be fine – even without the words. He is truly a dependable husband, son, brother, and friend in spite of his disability. You see, my husband is a stroke victim, paralyzing the left part of his body. But despite the ill-health condition, he treats life with a sunny disposition. Perhaps that is where I get the strength and not be enervated from the difficult situations we encounter. I pride myself of having a husband like him. Second from God, who always braces me with His words, Papsie never leave me during difficult situations.

Without Papsie by my side, during situations where he cannot be there to help, I settle an issue alone, from deep thinking, talking to myself, within the confines of a room, or a place that could provide the silence that I need. I would emerge calm, firm, but open-minded. I am very slow to react in the course of circumstances, though panicky inside, and would react accordingly after mulling things over.

Others would definitely ask what if the situation requires an immediate resolution. That would depend on the gravity of a situation and that is where my weakness comes in, I am at the mercy of the situation and of people who likes to take advantage of it. Mostly that would be those situations where my decision would be influenced or swayed. And those are moments I would wish that Papsie is there.

When the Going Gets Tough

What would you do when the turn of events did not work as expected? And people are relying on you?

My initial reaction most of the time is to panic silently. Then I shut myself off from the world and ponder alone. The trouble with me is I cannot concentrate with noise around and be able to come up with a solution if people are buzzing endlessly. I face the problem squarely in a room, in a comfort room, in an aisle, or wherever there is silence.

They say two heads are better than one, even during moments of jam. It only works for me with Papsie’s presence. He is the only person who gives me that assurance that everything will be fine – even without the words. He is truly a dependable husband, son, brother, and friend in spite of his disability. You see, my husband is a stroke victim, paralyzing the left part of his body. But despite the ill-health condition, he treats life with a sunny disposition. Perhaps that is where I get the strength and not be enervated from the difficult situations we encounter. I pride myself of having a husband like him. Second from God, who always braces me with His words, Papsie never leave me during difficult situations.

Without Papsie by my side, during situations where he cannot be there to help, I settle an issue alone, from deep thinking, talking to myself, within the confines of a room, or a place that could provide the silence that I need. I would emerge calm, firm, but open-minded. I am very slow to react in the course of circumstances, though panicky inside, and would react accordingly after mulling things over.

Others would definitely ask what if the situation requires an immediate resolution. That would depend on the gravity of a situation and that is where my weakness comes in, I am at the mercy of the situation and of people who likes to take advantage of it. Mostly that would be those situations where my decision would be influenced or swayed. And those are moments I would wish that Papsie is there.

When the Going Gets Tough

What would you do when the turn of events did not work as expected? And people are relying on you?My initial reaction most of the time is to panic silently. Then I shut myself off from the world and ponder alone. The trouble with me is I cannot concentrate with noise around and be able to come up with a solution if people are buzzing endlessly. I face the problem squarely in a room, in a comfort room, in an aisle, or wherever there is silence.

They say two heads are better than one, even during moments of jam. It only works for me with Papsie’s presence. He is the only person who gives me that assurance that everything will be fine – even without the words. He is truly a dependable husband, son, brother, and friend in spite of his disability. You see, my husband is a stroke victim, paralyzing the left part of his body. But despite the ill-health condition, he treats life with a sunny disposition. Perhaps that is where I get the strength and not be enervated from the difficult situations we encounter. I pride myself of having a husband like him. Second from God, who always braces me with His words, Papsie never leave me during difficult situations.

Without Papsie by my side, during situations where he cannot be there to help, I settle an issue alone, from deep thinking, talking to myself, within the confines of a room, or a place that could provide the silence that I need. I would emerge calm, firm, but open-minded. I am very slow to react in the course of circumstances, though panicky inside, and would react accordingly after mulling things over.

Others would definitely ask what if the situation requires an immediate resolution. That would depend on the gravity of a situation and that is where my weakness comes in, I am at the mercy of the situation and of people who likes to take advantage of it. Mostly that would be those situations where my decision would be influenced or swayed. And those are moments I would wish that Papsie is there.

Sing Me a Song

I love music. It is like therapy. Tunes make me happy or sad, depending on their agreement to my mood. There had been a time when my passion to books was switched to my obsession to music. Probably the lack of ready cash could be traced as one of the culprits. I could listen to music anywhere anytime unlike books which you could not readily have when you do not have cash or ready money. I was always coy before and that is one factor, too, that getting the book I wanted is really a struggle. I find it hard to borrow books from others. I would prefer to borrow from the library but I could not own them and make them stay with me for longer periods of time.

When I was in high school ‘til college, I really do not mind the lyrics in a song. If the piece sounded good to my ear, I would consider it as a favorite even if the song does not have to do anything with me, with what I believe in, with what I feel, or with what I don’t feel. It had changed somehow when I had a boyfriend – you know, the type of feeling that every single thing that passes, even music, or a song, has something to do with being in love.
At present, I am very particular with the lyrics. I discovered, one time, that my 15-year old daughter was singing a rock song, which was contrary to virtues that I impart. A song was played one time and I grabbed a few lines while it is being played. I told my daughter that she should not be singing that song because it is a vain song disbelieving God. In fairness, the song has a good tune.
My ears are not fixed to one type of music – it could be classic, pop, rnb, jazz, love songs, emorock, anything as long as it catches my attention and then it makes me sing to the tune.
Here are samples of a variety of songs that the tunes I like except for their lyrics (they do not have anything to do with me):
*if you are interested with the lyrics you can click the name of the song