When Mr. Right proves to be Mr. Wrong

By Karenina Yaptinchay

“MR. RIGHT – Handsome, elegant, attentive to your every need. A man who is prepared to spend the rest of his life with you, even accepting all your faults—not that he sees any of them. As well as adoring you he is gloriously rich and will lavish you with your every want. Hold onto him and never let him go. You’re a perfect match.”

The description of Mr. Right was written in a piece of paper inside an envelope, which I had picked during an exercise that supposedly demonstrated the power of one’s mind.

A “mind expert” had entertained guests at an event I recently attended. Unfortunately, the entertainment was partly at my expense. The expert asked the crowd who among the ladies were still single and looking for Mr. Right. Eyes moved suspiciously across the room. There were about three of us who hesitantly raised our hands, conscious about the judgments that might float upon the discovery of one’s singlehood.

It was awkward and uncomfortable. I was tempted to lie and pretend I am currently in this perfect relationship just to keep me from subjecting myself from potential humiliation. But then again, there is really nothing to be ashamed of. Or is there? What the heck! I am single and I will wave the singlehood flag if I have to. Let the world know I am single and searching for Mr. Right.

Because I was standing closest to the entertainer, he picked me as the unwitting subject of the experiment. The pressure was on.

Aside from the fact that I had to admit in front of the crowd that I was single and searching for my partner, I also had to show them if I could pick out Mr. Right in the name of entertainment and in front of an audience. This was the point when I forgot why I raised my freaking hand in the first place.

He asked me to shuffle nine envelopes, each labelled “Mr. Right,” lay them on the table, and then eliminate eight of them. The idea is to be left with only one envelope, which would contain the name of the person I will meet sometime within the next nine days. I eliminated Peter, Phil, David, and five other men whose names I could no longer remember. The remaining envelope contained Mr. Right, as described above. Applause. Applause.

Everyone was entertained and amazed. It was a neat trick. If only it were true, I could confidently say I would no longer wonder whether or not I would be single forever. The search is finally over. Mr. Right is just around the corner. And all I need to do is just sit back, relax, and wait for Mr. Right to prance into my life in a week or two.

Of course, it was a trick. He tricked me into picking a particular envelope. It was downright smart of him to lead me into picking the right one lest he would experience a first-hand wrath of a single woman. He had to give me something for subjecting my single self to potential public humiliation.

A friend later told me how the trick was done. It was infallible. With the rules on which I based the elimination, it was very easy for me to be lured into choosing a particular envelope.

The mind expert instructed me to eliminate only one envelope at a time. He picks two and I eliminate one of the two. And then I pick two, from which he will pick one for elimination. It seemed very random but when you think about it, everything was orchestrated.

Pretty much like reality. We follow certain rules, most of which are imposed by our peers and society in general. More often than not, we are led or pressured to find Mr. Right.

In our search for Mr. Right, we also use the elimination process. We eliminate those who do not possess the characteristics that we look for. We eliminate those whom we feel are wrong for us and narrow it down to the right one. Unfortunately, it is never that simple. Most of the time, we have very few choices, usually fewer than eight candidates for elimination.

Sometimes, we don’t even get choices anymore. We just convince ourselves we will probably find Mr. Right with enough luck and perhaps a whole lot of determination.

In some cases, we may even be tricked into picking a Mr. Right. Some years ago, I was convinced by my friends that I found my perfect match, my Mr. Right. My so-called Mr. Right also took part in convincing me he was the right one. Not too long after, I had myself convinced as well. And not too long after that, I had to unconvince myself because Mr. Right was proving himself to be Mr. Wrong.

Given the reality and the way society operates, I wonder if Mr. Right truly exists. With the description above, it seems unlikely. No one could be that perfect. We could be lucky just to find one or two of those characteristics in one person.

But is there really Mr. Right? Or, as they say in jest, just Mr. Right Now?

Most people simply settle for Mr. Right Now. After all, there is no assurance if Mr. Right would ever come along, if at all he exists. The tricky part is that the obsession with the pursuit of the right person sometimes muddles our perception of who is right for us. In some cases, we find ourselves putting too much effort on Mr. Wrong that we just try to make it right no matter what the cost.

Single people long to find Mr. Right in the hope of ending singlehood misery. But does Mr. Right really solve the problem? I don’t think so. Mr. Right will only help us get rid of our single status. But we can only get rid of our miserable status if we start doing something about it, with or without Mr. Right. Right?

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The Story of the Lizard

A story worth sharing with children. And yound at heart!

This is a true story that happened in Japan .In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan breaksopen the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls.

When tearing down the walls, he found that there was alizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered
intoone of its feet. He sees this, feels pity, and at the same timecurious, as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.. ! What happened?The lizard has survived in such position for 10years!!!!!!! !!!

In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving,it isimpossible and mind-boggling. Then he wondered how this lizard survivedfor 10 years!Without
moving a single step–since its foot was nailed!

So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it hasbeen doing, and what and how it has been eating.Later, not knowing from where it came appears anotherlizard, with food in its mouth. Ah! He was stunned and touched deeply.For the lizard that was stuck by nail; another lizard hasbeen feeding it for the past 10 years…Imagine? It has been doing thatuntiringly for 10 longyears, without giving up hope on its partner.

Think, will u do that toyour partner?Think that will you do it to your Parents, Friends, Co-workers, brothersand Sisters?

Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with abrilliant mind can’t.As information and communication technology advances, ouraccess to information becomes faster and faster.But the distance between human beings . .. . is it getting closer as well?

Please never abandon your loved ones
Never Say U R Busy When They Really Need You…
You May Have The Entire World At Your Feet……But You Might Be The Only World To Them….

A Moment of negligence might break the very heart which loves you thru allodds….

Before you say something just remember. It takes a
momentto Break but an entire life to make…

To Live Use Heart and to Survive use Brains.Then Life would be a paradise Unfurling only Love Joy and Happiness… .

Pacquaio did it again!

It was supposedly Pacman’s most dangerous fight, but it turned out to beotherwise! Never seen dela Hoya that hurt in all his matches, only Pacquiao seemed to marred his almost flawless, golden face! I never doubted Pacquaio’s boxing skills, thus the heart of a warrior shone line no other that day! Everyone thought Manny would have (finally) a defeat after his long streak of winning but the great pound for pound player proved everyone falsely!

When poeple say “Mukhang dehado si Pacquaio, a!” I say, “Wala yan sa laki, wala yan sa bigat, nasa bigat yan ng kamao at laki ng pusong manalo!”

Well, am I right or am I right?

Para sa lahat ng Book-aholic!!!

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Edward Cullen’s Fault…

I sound pathetic, always have, I guess. I blame Edward Cullen for reminding me that no other feeling, emotion or force could be sweeter, better, stronger and greater than LOVE. He made me morph into a lovesick junkie! He reminded me that love isn’t an insect nor a bug you could just shoo away at whim, love is something than when penetrated somebody’s heart and emotion, would definitely stay and grow. It just wouldn’t go away.

I don’t only sound pathetic, to some I am absolutely pathetic because I know whatever I do, however I try, I would never ever be able to share a piece of me with other guy. I wish I would even have just the desire to share a part of me, a piece of me, but no go. It’s pathetic to love someone and never wanting somebody else! I have given the whole of me to that man. How I wish he would have an idea as to how much he means to me. I love him so.

For you, wherever you are, I would always be here, forever if you wish…A song from The Script, for you…

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture
in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl
can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don’t understand,
I’m not…broke I’m just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense,
but what else can I do,
How can I move on when
I’m still in love with you…

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,                                                              And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting
for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving… I’m not moving.

Policeman says son you can’t stay here,
I said there’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

People talk about the guyWho’s waiting on a girl…
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world…

and maybe I’ll get famous as man who can’t be moved,
And maybe you won’t mean to but you’ll see me on the news,
And you’ll come running to the corner…
Cos you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved…


for you on the corner of the street.
So I’m not moving… I’m not moving.

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet,
And you’d see me waiting



Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I’m not gonna move.


I will stay here, definitely, and won’t move so one day when you wake up and think of me and you wanna go back, you will see me…

I’ll always be here, waiting..waiting for the man I love most!