BATAAN CAPITOL-Reelected governor Abet S Garcia ran unopposed, together with his father Enrique Tet Garcia also ran unopposed for vice governor, while Geraldine Roman won in a landslide victory against her opponent Danny Malana in the battle for congressional 1st district in Bataan while Joet Garcia, won in Second district being the lone candidate. In […]
Category: Life & Love
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She was my BFF from 2007 to 2009. She was like my younger sister. She was sweet but
could be bothersome at times. We became close after our boyfriends dumped us. Misery
loves company–well, that’s true on our case.
We would dine out every night except during weekends.
We would go to the mall; me for a much-needed facial while she, window-shopping.
We would talk about boys, both admirers and those that we did not like.
She would push me to be in a relationship with a guy that she felt was right for me then
I would scold her for being too comfortable with a common friend who was committed to
another girl.
We would cry over our heartaches; well, she had a harder time moving on so she
shed more tears than I. But just the same, feeling her pain was enough to reduce me
to tears.
We had a company outing at the beach and both of us rocked in our own way.
I miss you, Princess and all the crazy things that we did.
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Blame it on the intense summer heat; I’m forced to reminisce my happy summer days during the late 80’s ,early 90’s and early 2000.
My first summer love happened when I was 11. He was a neighbor that went away then came back for good. The first time we saw each other again was just accidental. Our eyes met and then there was magic. I was so confused; I was always mad at him. I felt weird being attracted to a person who I grew up with (despite his absence). It was a love-hate relationship, if you can call ours a relationship. We were frequently admiring and putting each other down. It was one of those weird feelings as a pre-teen; that feeling of helplessness and hope because I surrendered my heart to a person who’s not even my boyfriend. Years later, we did not end up with each other but continue to be friends—just friends.
The second one was my bestfriend’s ex. Actually, he came a month after the first summer love. It was one of my cousin’s prank that led us (me and the 2nd summer love) to being phone pals. Yeah, those were the age of landline phones and beepers. LOL. That cousin was playing with our phone and then volunteered to call up anybody that I wanted to talk with. I mentioned that I have a crush and I knew his number. She called up that number and asked for him. That was how we started. He was brave and aggressive. He even went to our house and casually talked with my unsuspecting father. I was forced to tell my father the truth about his presence and he was very mad at us. The courtship, if that was considered courtship, ended briefly and bitterly. We could have been housemates in college but fate did not allow us to meet again.
The third one was the one who gave me cold sweats and sleepless nights. I was always wondering if he liked me, too. I was easily intimidated by his piercing stares. A glimpse of him was enough to make my day. He dated one of our neighbors and my first reaction was to move on.
The fourth one was my first boyfriend. It was a romantic night with full moon when we became a couple. All the summers that I spent with him at his father’s hometown were the best because we were so in love with each other. I miss the scent of tobacco leaves at his grandparents’ house. I miss eating with his relatives.
The fifth one was my second boyfriend; the one who gave me the most heartaches. What I want to remember is how we would go to the beach with office mates. I want to remember the days when we were just starting; penniless and carefree. He was the love of my life then. He could hurt me on and on and I would always forgive him. If he did not initiate the break up, maybe I’m still in that pathetic state. I am much better now with my husband. I tried to be friends with him but I guess, exes should stay where they belong. They belong to the past and I wish to lock him in my memory and forget the key. That was what I did last February when I returned his old photos through email and then threw the physical ones.
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I love to read and that includes reading stuff that my Facebook friends post on their wall. I felt like it was my social obligation to respond through every posts by “liking.” I was also the type who would share some not-so private personal happenings for the sake of opening myself to my friends.
I have three kinds of Facebook friends:
- Those that are under restricted are restricted because I don’t wish to share my posts with them. They are those who offended me in the past and those who are on the habit of putting meaning to my every posts.
- Those that are under acquaintance are classified that way so that they wouldn’t see my pictures who are reserved only for:
- ……..my friends.
Facebook is too addicting because it feels so real-time. Like when I leave a comment to a friend’s post, somebody or that friend would react or reply.
Facebook has a lot of information to offer from a jet-setting friend to the current events to travel to the latest in fashion and so on and so forth.
Since Facebook is visual, it is entertaining and before you know it, it’s already 12:00 midnight. Talk about staying late online instead of going home late from a party!
Then two days ago, my Facebook app crashed so I was left with the mobile Facebook that was not as good as an eyecandy as the app. Then I realized that minus the visual factor, facebooking was just another lousy habit. I started reading historical articles again from the dalai lama in Tibet to the great Chinese dynasties in the past. Would you believe that since two days ago that I was inactive on Facebook, nobody really bothered to ask me what happened? It led me to conclude that we are too occupied with our own wall posts and something-to-share about that we failed to recognize the main purpose of this tool as a way to connect friends.
I did a mental calculation of the “friendship” that I would lose in case I discontinue my interest on Facebook and I found out that I only have a few of them that I’m frequently in contact with. Therefore, it wouldn’t hurt much to slip away from this online world.
I guess this is where maturity begins—maturity in terms of letting go of an
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I guess people see me as somebody trustworthy enough so they don’t feel awkward in sharing their life/love story. Somebody asked me about my opinion on closure. I told her that the moment two people fall apart, that’s closure; no more no less.
Why do we have to romanticize the end of any relationships? It must be the inner struggle to let go of the person and come to terms of accepting that things do really come to an end.
Why do we even bother to know the reasons behind the other person’s change of heart when it’s quite obvious that he/she just fell out of love? It must be the secret hope of winning back the other person and continue whatever is left of the relationship.
More often than not, we cling to the beautiful memories of the past because it feels good to be reminded that once in our life, we were happy with the other person and we wish that that moment will be duplicated. But we fail to recognize that people change, either for the better or for the worse and that we just need to accept if the other person is no longer into us.
Closure is like the ending of a chapter in a book, keeping it in a year and then reading it again to find out that you have a different interpretation of the paragraphs. With another year of closing it and leaving it as is, you become more mature and see the broader scenario instead of confining to what you initially thought the plot is all about. Then comes another year of leaving it as is and then re-reading it until you fully understand that there are paragraphs that are nice on the eyes to read but do not necessarily have an impact on what you currently believe as a person. It’s like a past relationship where you’ll be fascinated to discuss about but not necessarily wish for a second chance.
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Then be happy if the success that you are reaping is clean; you did not cheat for it or you did not step on anybody to achieve it.
Then be happy if the gadget, house, lifestyle and vehicles that you are displaying come from your own perseverance. I don’t care if you loaned; the important thing is, you are not corrupt; you did not take it illegally and you did not rob anybody.
Then be happy if the person that you are with, the one you are in love with and in love with you, too, is not stolen from anybody. Don’t flaunt your partner if you just get him/her through adultery or stealing.
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First time. First love.
I so love the 80’s!
The World of Second Chances 