Guest Blog #3 - Dee at Deecoded

As anyone who has endured it knows, there is one truism in life - you meet all of the best people from the A to Z Challenge. So it's a great privilege to showcase Dee from DeeCoded who  made me realize an important thing this week; I am indeed not a single, childless 30 something Asian woman. So without further ado...

Hi there! I will be guest posting today. This is my first guest blog, so I... err... I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. I guess I need to make an intro or something. My name is Dee, and I'm a Filipina who lives in Singapore. How on earth did I meet David, then? Well we both joined the A-Z blogging challenge back in April and I found his blog on the linky list. I blog over at Deecoded about, well, anything that strikes my fancy, really, but mostly I document my life so that if I had amnesia someday, people won't have a hard time reminding me who I was, they just need to say: just go to your blog, you'll get all the information you need there. :P

When David opened up his blog for guest posts, I was the first to go:

But now that the moment is upon me, I'm thinking, what was I thinking??? I don't know what to write about. I mean, I'm a single childless Asian thirty-year-old female, everything David is not. David is best known for his hilarious blogs (or at least I think he is, that's why I love his blog, anyway) but while I am funny in person (I swear I am, I even have the Friendster testimonials to prove it), that never translates to my blogs, I don't know why. So what on earth could I possibly have to say on his blog that would appeal to his readers?

Then I realized that maybe that is the point - a fresh take. I don't have to be like David at all, I just need to be myself. David even said that we could recycle old posts, and since I'm behind on my own blog, I'll gladly take that option.

After scrolling through my archives, I decided that the story I wanted to share is the story of how I came to be. If this hadn't happened, I wouldn't be here and you wouldn't be reading this blog, you know? So kids, let me tell you a great story. The story of how my mother met my father.

My mom always starts off the story in her college years. She wanted to be a nurse, to go abroad. Her mother had different ideas and forced her to become an engineer. She was bad at Math but managed to pass the board exams. How, I don't know. She eventually found a job in her hometown, Bukidnon, but due to a reshuffling of items (or something to that effect), her position became redundant and she lost her job. She found out from an old friend that there was an open position but at a place far away - Zamboanga City. Faced with no choice, she packed up and transferred.

Six months later, her boss asked her to attend a seminar. She didn't want to go, but her boss told her: "Go! Who knows, you might meet your future husband there!" So she went. And met a young chap with a good sense of humor. She thought he was too good looking and too young to be interested in her. He liked older women and found her incessant chatter to be charming. They got married three months later. She was 37 years old then.

"If I had become a nurse and gone abroad, or if I hadn't lost my job and stayed in Bukidnon, then I wouldn't have met your father," she always tells me and my brother. "Then I wouldn't have had you."

I've heard the story so many times that I've become immune to it but my friends tell me: "Wow that's so inspiring! It gives me hope!"

And I realize that I always turn to romance novels and movies and other people's stories for inspiration, not realizing that the only inspiration I need is right under my nose. Right inside me, actually. The fact that I exist.

Someday I'll meet the guy who will make me see how all the different pieces of my life fall into place. The one who will make me feel like I'm reading Harry Potter book 7, the one who will make me go, "Oh that's why that happened!"

So the moral of my mom's story? (1) Age or looks don't matter. Nor do any other traits. (2) Catastrophes can be blessings in disguise. And most importantly - (3) GO. Just go. Who knows, you might meet your future husband there.

The ripple effect of my mom's story - my family

Story originally posted here.

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  1. Good luck with that - I hope YOU do.

  2. Thanks for having me over! I've linked this up in my blog too. :)

  3. What a lovely story, Dee! It does indeed give me hope. Thank you so much for sharing it. :)

  4. Sweet story, how we come to be, maybe start a blog hop around those. Would be interesting!

    Lovely post!

  5. Hi Dee! What a great story. I totally agree with Yolanda...

  6. Thanks so much for supplying the blog Dee - am all for age doesn't matter, stumble, grouch :)

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