The One That Got Away

Posted: June 27, 2010 in Uncategorized

Found this book while mindlessly surfing the net…

Have you ever Googled an ex? Have you ever wondered what happened to the first, the truest and/or the greatest love of your life?

Have you ever wanted to sit down with that person and ask: How often, if ever, do you think of me (and in what context)? Do you have any regrets? What do you think would have happened if we ended up together? Were we soul mates? If so, how could you move on to someone else so quickly, so easily and painlessly with someone else? Have you ever considered how that person would respond if and when you did contact (let’s say) her today? With dismissive laughter? A restraining order? Tears of joy?

Lee Robert Schreiber broke up with his girlfriend 25 years ago (primarily because he could not commit to marriage). He’s not precisely sure how encountering her after all this time will bring him closer to, well, closure, but he’s tried everything else: long-term relationships; one-night stands; friends of friends; friends of relatives; relatives of friends; friends; relatives; therapy; analysis; recreational medication; professional medication; how-to seminars; self-help literature. And none of it, none of them has brought him close to the depths of affection and intimacy that he felt for this one young girl way back when. Pathetic or Romantic? You make the call. Schreiber made the call (actually he emailed her). This is his (and her) poignant, often hilarious and absolutely true story.

I’ve considered buying this book but any mention of exes right now would put me in much deeper trouble.

Finally I give in…

Posted: June 23, 2010 in Uncategorized

I’ve been meaning to write a blog for a while now but daily life would always push it to the my wish list. Recent events led me to finally find the courage and time to start blogging.

I’ve always been a good person, followed rules, obeyed my parents, set a good example in short always a bida but for the past couple of months I became the worst version of me. Ang hirap pala when in everyone’s eye you are the bad guy, the kontrabida. Even if friends say they understand you, you know for a fact that they really don’t and when you are not around they will talk about what you did. Paranoia? I don’t think so.

There are 6 billion people in the planet but why do I feel so alone?