Torpe is an excuse

Very lightly translated, “torpe” is a Filipino word that usually refers to a guy who is too shy to make the move to pursue a girl that he likes. Interestingly, the translation of the same word from Spanish means clumsy, slow or awkward (which perfectly describes the Filipino translation, actually).

I have lately realised that calling a guy torpe is just an excuse, especially for those beyond or way beyond their teenage years. If you think a guy is torpe, it probably means one of three things:

He’s undecided. Maybe he’s attracted to you, but he’s completely undecided about it. He may be exerting a little effort trying to test the waters. Maybe you’re one of his options. He may be flirting for days, weeks, months, years… or it can go on forever (seriously, I’m not kidding), but it does not give you the assurance that he will eventually pursue.

He has ego issues. He’s afraid of making a fool out of himself. He probably loves himself more than anything else. He does not want to put himself in a position where he can be rejected.

He’s just not that into you. He probably just likes you, but he doesn’t like you “like” you. Maybe he’s just one of the guys who’s sweet and nice to everyone. Or he’s one big flirt. There is a chance that this is just the “friendzone”. Remember: flirting = attention without the intention.

Bottom line, if a guy likes you enough, he’ll take the chance. A bunch of flowers, a box of chocolates, an invitation to go out for coffee or dinner, or even the simple effort of keeping in touch. Trust me, it’s worth sticking out for men who make an effort to let you know that you matter.

Ma-basted man, at least they tried, diba?

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Love at the end of the rainbow

I don’t know if it’s a good idea, but I think it’s the option I should consider at the moment. Putting the “lovelife” (or the absence of it) in the back-burner at the moment and focusing on a bigger, more important goal.

The last time I told myself to go on a romantic hiatus was so long ago. And though I have been single the past seven (7) years, I have always been open to the possibility of finding it sometime, somewhere around the corner. At this point, maybe in a way, I’ve become a little bit (or so much) tired of thinking of (and trying to chase after) that “love of my life”. Albeit I do not intend to give up altogether and I do still believe that it exists, I have to put it on hold.

I have to chase my own rainbow. And when I have climbed over that rainbow and reached the end, perhaps the love will come thereafter. This shouldn’t take long. When all of this is over, perhaps finding love wouldn’t be much of a trouble anymore. And when I find him, love shall be an open door.


“Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.”

Love and Christmas Time

You may think at first that I am writing about the importance of having a “lovelife” at Christmastime. On the contrary, IT IS NOT ABOUT LOVE LIFE. I want to write about LOVE itself, because Christmas is all about love

It has been a pretty interesting season for me this year. There was no countdown to December 25th, no office parties, no ham nor food bundle from the office. My 13th month salary has been consumed long before the holiday season kicked in (but for a good reason though). I did not get to decorate the Christmas tree this year. I was not wishing for or expecting any fancy gifts. In a way, I was so busy slaving away at work, and did not even notice Christmas fast approaching. 

And today, Christmas eve.

I am actually not anticipating anything this year. I stopped waiting the moment my brother arrived from abroad just four days ago. Once he arrived, our family was complete. Christmas is already here. 

In a way, this year is all about going back to the essentials, the true meaning of Christmas. It’s all about love – love of family, of friends, of new and past colleagues, of the innocent, and even love for humanity as a whole. It’s about sharing. It’s about reaching out.

I do not have a love life, this Christmas, and perhaps the last ten thousand Christmases (or maybe I’m exaggerating). That being said, I feel wonderful to be able to appreciate the true joy and happiness from God’s love, about which this entire holiday is all about. And instead of still asking God to bless me more, I pray that I may be a blessing to others, God’s simple gift in one way or another.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!