I can’t believe I’m gonna blog about this …. but this one totally blew my mind. Judy Ann Santos and Ryan Agoncillo just got married.
I don’t follow their love story nor do I care about their personal lives. It’s just that my ex is a spitting image of Ryan. And Toby Maguire. And Harry Potter. (Laugh all you want). Definitely, it’s only me (and a few exes of him) who thinks that way.
It’s gospel truth that love can conjure tricks on someone. It creates a psychotic belief that your mate is The Adonis. Hell yeah, a frog can magically turn into a prince. The average guy can be the most coveted bachelor or even the sexiest man alive. This is the most rational explanation why this is happening to me right now. I’m frigging positive!
The more bizarre part is I think they have parallel lives. So if Ryan is having a fairy tale life, so is my ex. Since Ryan just got married, then I would conclude that he’ll also tie the knot soon. Can’t he damn wait for me to hook up with someone first?
To think I just blogged about him the previous day …. And he just pinged me a few days back ….How could he do this to me!!!! Why can’t I be his Juday???
Do I still love him? No. I 'm just being my psycho self.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
He's Gone
I relocated to Cebu 4 years back. That time it was the smartest (personal) option. This sounds cliché but I broke up with someone and he found someone new. Migrating to a place miles away from where it all started would have done the trick of forgetting him.
I was wrong. Fate has it that he knows when I’m back in Manila. He would call and text, and can sometimes be persistent that we go out. I initially refused not because I don’t want to, but because I’m afraid I’ll be back in the same abyss I was in when he left me. Strangely, it hurt even more that he’s not as convincing as I wanted him to be. I imagined him really going out of his way. After blurting out a couple of lame “nos”, there were no retention attempts, no rebuttals. I ended crying in the plane, pretending that I miss Manila more than ever and do not want to go back to Cebu. (How pathetic!)
Over time, I started meeting up with him. Probably because I got over the feeling and getting chummy again wasn’t such a big deal. I went through the usual stuff trysts are made of -- lying at home to get out, dumping friends’ night outs, coercing with trusted buddies to have the perfect alibi. Then it became a cycle, vacation after vacation. It was a hard habit to break – or so I thought.
I’m in Manila now, but he’s no longer around. He’s gone. He decided to move out of the country and seek greener pastures. Fulfill a lifelong dream with the “other” girl of his dreams.
Do I miss him? I just miss the talk marathon. Three hour phone conversation is a piece of cake for us. We can talk about anything. And at this point in my life, it’s such a challenge looking for a confidante, lover and enemy rolled into one.
Do I miss him? I’m a thrill seeker. I miss the thrill of meeting someone against all odds. Now, Manila vacation would just mean meeting up with friends and family. No more surprises, no more adrenaline rush.
Do I still love him? No. I just miss having someone in my life.
I was wrong. Fate has it that he knows when I’m back in Manila. He would call and text, and can sometimes be persistent that we go out. I initially refused not because I don’t want to, but because I’m afraid I’ll be back in the same abyss I was in when he left me. Strangely, it hurt even more that he’s not as convincing as I wanted him to be. I imagined him really going out of his way. After blurting out a couple of lame “nos”, there were no retention attempts, no rebuttals. I ended crying in the plane, pretending that I miss Manila more than ever and do not want to go back to Cebu. (How pathetic!)
Over time, I started meeting up with him. Probably because I got over the feeling and getting chummy again wasn’t such a big deal. I went through the usual stuff trysts are made of -- lying at home to get out, dumping friends’ night outs, coercing with trusted buddies to have the perfect alibi. Then it became a cycle, vacation after vacation. It was a hard habit to break – or so I thought.
I’m in Manila now, but he’s no longer around. He’s gone. He decided to move out of the country and seek greener pastures. Fulfill a lifelong dream with the “other” girl of his dreams.
Do I miss him? I just miss the talk marathon. Three hour phone conversation is a piece of cake for us. We can talk about anything. And at this point in my life, it’s such a challenge looking for a confidante, lover and enemy rolled into one.
Do I miss him? I’m a thrill seeker. I miss the thrill of meeting someone against all odds. Now, Manila vacation would just mean meeting up with friends and family. No more surprises, no more adrenaline rush.
Do I still love him? No. I just miss having someone in my life.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Text Promo
I just visited Manila this weekend. I was supposed to go trekking at Pinatubo but hell broke loose somewhere out there, plus my adventure-mates were not as adventurous after all, so it was cancelled.
So instead of heading North, my family and I went shopping. I was the “tourist”, the “OFW” so I shouldered everything (which, surprisingly, was fine by me). I was swiping my card like crazy. And then on my way home, I realized there are some perks that go with using your plastic.
So I spent the next hour collecting all the receipts and was kinda happy that I get to have a couple of freebies after spending a fortune. Then my sister mentioned that I can actually join the Presyo sa Resibo contest via text. I just have to text the transaction details and I can win a cool million. My mom even interjected and said one of her former colleagues actually won 1M from the same promo.
I’m not really a fan of these games but I don’t know what got into me. My sis and I even googled the promo details for crying out loud. I texted my first entry using the first receipt I grabbed. After a few seconds, I got a reply about my ticket #s etc. And that the text cost me P155.00. What the …..???!!!!
As always, I missed reading the small print in the ad., and that’s the most important stuff esp when you’re dealing with charges. Although I texted only once, P100 receipt would mean P2.50. The receipt I texted was for P6200, and although I have 62 raffle ticket entries, it f**ing cost me P155.00! This is one of my idiotic moments --- again! I knew there’d be a catch. Oh well, that’s the last text EVER for that promo! I mean for ALL text promotions!
Truth (from a John Grisham Novel): In order for you to earn money, you have to shell out money.
Truth (from my Sister): Ate, get over it!
So instead of heading North, my family and I went shopping. I was the “tourist”, the “OFW” so I shouldered everything (which, surprisingly, was fine by me). I was swiping my card like crazy. And then on my way home, I realized there are some perks that go with using your plastic.
So I spent the next hour collecting all the receipts and was kinda happy that I get to have a couple of freebies after spending a fortune. Then my sister mentioned that I can actually join the Presyo sa Resibo contest via text. I just have to text the transaction details and I can win a cool million. My mom even interjected and said one of her former colleagues actually won 1M from the same promo.
I’m not really a fan of these games but I don’t know what got into me. My sis and I even googled the promo details for crying out loud. I texted my first entry using the first receipt I grabbed. After a few seconds, I got a reply about my ticket #s etc. And that the text cost me P155.00. What the …..???!!!!
As always, I missed reading the small print in the ad., and that’s the most important stuff esp when you’re dealing with charges. Although I texted only once, P100 receipt would mean P2.50. The receipt I texted was for P6200, and although I have 62 raffle ticket entries, it f**ing cost me P155.00! This is one of my idiotic moments --- again! I knew there’d be a catch. Oh well, that’s the last text EVER for that promo! I mean for ALL text promotions!
Truth (from a John Grisham Novel): In order for you to earn money, you have to shell out money.
Truth (from my Sister): Ate, get over it!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Albert
If there’s one thing consistent in my life for the past 3 years, I would say it’s Albert. No doubt it’s Albert, hands down it’s Albert. Albert, my Albert.
He’d seen me thru my best and worst times. He’d met my different personalities. He saw me during my most unattractive moments to my most glamorous days. He’d witnessed my laughing moments to my crying and trying times. I can be hard to deal with, eccentric in some aspects, have very low comprehension skills (read: slow) at some point, yet he is always there, with me, for me.
Despite all these, often I take him for granted. I had trouble being sensitive to his needs. A friend still has to let me know that he has problems, and a friend would still have to fill me in on what exactly his issues are (I’m that clueless). And while I’m “fixing” him, I nag about shelling out some dough for him.
Then last week, he just vanished! I was nursing a flu, didn’t have a lot of chance to be with him for 2 days, and before I knew it, he was gone. He just left a note, and that’s it! That’s when it hit me -- I so needed him. Now I realized he’s worth every penny.
So I was desperately calling friends and acquaintances, looking for ways to get in touch with him the fastest and easiest way possible. They were all supportive, but not exactly (know what I mean?). It was so hard winning him back. I have to go thru the “system” and talk to a lot of imbecile people. Took me three days to finally see him, caress him and be one with him – again.
Did I not mention Albert’s my car? He was towed last Friday, at 3:44 am, can you believe it??? How sneaky can they get? Sneaky and incompetent. One personnel told me that I can get it Sunday (confirmed it several times before hanging up). When I was at their office, he was trying to be thorough by religiously flipping thru their logbook and confirming that yes indeed, my car was there. And he nonchalantly told me I have to go back the following day as they were closed.
Patience is one of my virtues, but not at that moment. Hell yeah I threw a bitch fit! Threw some expletives here and there, asked where the heck did all my taxes go (I do not want my tax to be given to those morons!!!), smashed the door. Yeah, I made a scene and I made a spectacle of myself! And I don’t care ….
Sigh! All is well that ends well. At least I have my Albert back.
He’d seen me thru my best and worst times. He’d met my different personalities. He saw me during my most unattractive moments to my most glamorous days. He’d witnessed my laughing moments to my crying and trying times. I can be hard to deal with, eccentric in some aspects, have very low comprehension skills (read: slow) at some point, yet he is always there, with me, for me.
Despite all these, often I take him for granted. I had trouble being sensitive to his needs. A friend still has to let me know that he has problems, and a friend would still have to fill me in on what exactly his issues are (I’m that clueless). And while I’m “fixing” him, I nag about shelling out some dough for him.
Then last week, he just vanished! I was nursing a flu, didn’t have a lot of chance to be with him for 2 days, and before I knew it, he was gone. He just left a note, and that’s it! That’s when it hit me -- I so needed him. Now I realized he’s worth every penny.
So I was desperately calling friends and acquaintances, looking for ways to get in touch with him the fastest and easiest way possible. They were all supportive, but not exactly (know what I mean?). It was so hard winning him back. I have to go thru the “system” and talk to a lot of imbecile people. Took me three days to finally see him, caress him and be one with him – again.
Did I not mention Albert’s my car? He was towed last Friday, at 3:44 am, can you believe it??? How sneaky can they get? Sneaky and incompetent. One personnel told me that I can get it Sunday (confirmed it several times before hanging up). When I was at their office, he was trying to be thorough by religiously flipping thru their logbook and confirming that yes indeed, my car was there. And he nonchalantly told me I have to go back the following day as they were closed.
Patience is one of my virtues, but not at that moment. Hell yeah I threw a bitch fit! Threw some expletives here and there, asked where the heck did all my taxes go (I do not want my tax to be given to those morons!!!), smashed the door. Yeah, I made a scene and I made a spectacle of myself! And I don’t care ….
Sigh! All is well that ends well. At least I have my Albert back.
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