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Name: Iza
Gender: Female
Interests: I love SHOPPING [my stress reliever] and EATING [tons of fun!ü], I also like swimming and volleyball... I enjoy dancing, acting and modeling. What else? I love my fam and friends.ü Nothing can keep me from them, they mean the world to me.ü What else? I absolutely love fashion!ü Oh and I am an impulsive buyer! Seriously! If I go to the mall, I have to leave some money at home 'coz I'm sure that when I come back, my pockets will be empty... haha! That ain't good! So there.ü
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Yahoo:  izababy_09
Member Since:
11/7/2004
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10 Things I Hate About You
I hate how you’re based in another country;
I hate how you attract girls with such ease;
I hate how you flirt but not really flirt;
I hate how you write so well it moves me;
I hate the way that you’re so irresistible to me;
I hate that even if we haven’t talked in forever,
I can talk to you about everything;
I hate how you're the ex-boyfriend almost all of my friends remember;
I hate remembering that stupid grin of yours that melts me into pieces;
I hate that I’m only a special part of your past and not your present,
(Not even as a close friend nowadays);
But most of all, I hate that no matter how far you are,
Just a word, a poke, a hug or a kiss from you…
It makes everything else seem insignificant.
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THE GUY BEST FRIEND VS. THE IDEAL MAN
Well, I think it’s about time to admit how corny I can get. I used to make fun of my cousins and nieces for watching all those so called “baduy” telenovelas on TV. I don’t watch those kinds of shows (at least, not anymore) --- Pangako Sayo was my last. Haha! I have been a closet fan of so many cheesy and hopelessly romantic and some might even say REALLY freaking baduy and corny Filipino movies. Oh you’ll never guess which one my favorite is. My friends who do know, fine, go ahead and laugh BUT I still insist that the storyline is good. Hah!
I started to write this as yesterday I viewed a John Lloyd Cruz and Bea Alonzo film on Cinema 1. Let’s just say there wasn’t really anything else that was on that I liked. So the whole dilemma revolved around how there’s this one guy whom you can be your total self with and the other is the one you have dreamt of being with since God knows when. Let’s just say, it appealed to my taste because I could relate to it --- and hopefully, YOU, the one reading this could too…So what can a girl do when she has to choose between two perfectly great men in her life? Let’s try to break it down, shall we?
On one hand, you have the BEST FRIEND ---Someone you’ve had a lot of time to get to know, someone you’ve shared your highs and lows with, someone who could actually tell the story of your life without even taking another minute to think about it. It’s actually quite hard to keep anything from him because he knows you through and through. Your parents trust him, knowing that you’ll be safe when you’re with him. You don’t have to worry about your friends liking him because chances are, they already adore him. He knows almost, if not all of your favorites. Start a sentence and he’ll finish it for you. There’s so much more but I’m sure you already know how it goes.
On the other hand, you have the IDEAL MAN --- He’s that someone you’ve pictured yourself probably walking down the aisle with when you were 8. When you were 13, he might have been your first love and at 16, you would have liked to bring this guy to your prom. However, when you outgrow that phase of being naïve and when you get to know all sorts of men, you begin to actually think of what kind of man your ideal man should actually be like. Not an imaginary perfect man but one who is actually close to being one for you. Mine would be handsome (no duh!), smart (of course), witty, charming, a gentleman, God-fearing, family-oriented and a man with enough sense to know what he wants out of life and is working towards that. Eureka! Perfect enough for me.
I’m afraid there is always a downfall in both sides of these two dashing men. If you don’t, well then, go figure it out for yourself. It’s a case-to-case basis, depends primarily on what kind of situation you’re in. It all boils down to two questions, who loves you for being you despite all your imperfections and who do you see yourself growing old with? It’s hard, I know but the decision really is plain and simple when you put much thought into it. In my life story, I chose my best friend not only for the aforementioned reasons but because for me, not even the most ideal of ideal men could replace him.
Nothing in this world beats a good conversation over a bottle of beer or a cup of coffee with someone you can tell anything and everything to without being ashamed or shy afterwards. Nothing beats waking up in the morning looking hella ugly and feeling totally comfortable (even if you haven’t showered yet) with someone besides your family and girl friends. Finally, my personal favorite, nothing can beat a 2 in the morning phone call to reassure you that that jerk who broke your heart will eventually get his just desserts with the resounding promise that this best friend of yours will take good care of you. With a plus bonus of warm hugs until you’re done crying your heart out.
All these and so much more… Luckily for me, my best friend actually turned out to be close, perhaps even actually being my ideal man. This is why I chose you, Jan. This is why I LOVE YOU. This is why I am looking forward to maybe another roller coaster ride in the upcoming year with you. This is why I’m excited to spend a whole lifetime with my best friend. Things will always be complicated but with you by my side, I know there’s nothing that we can’t survive. Happy new year, babe! ? Cheers to us and to all the new memories we’ll have in 2008! =)
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Closing Doors
I dedicate this entry to all those who have been in a relationship --- or maybe even to those who have been an extension to one. This is for everyone who has cheated on his or her other half (emotionally, sexually or both) and for those who have been painstakingly cheated on, but still looks the other way around.
I never thought I’d agree to be “the third party” --- but I did, at one point in time. Those were just a few rendezvous back then and except for my two best friends, I guess it shall be a memory that only the two of us will remember perfectly. I also never thought that I could actually fall for someone else while I’m in a committed relationship with someone I really love --- but this too, sadly, I did. Unintentionally, of course.
Well, I am writing this not only for my peace of mind but also for closure, which does not (at least not anymore) entail to talking with the one you need it from. For months, I’ve wondered if it was right to be in such a serious relationship at this age with my current boyfriend. For weeks, I thought about how bad I felt falling for someone else.
The past days, I have been struggling to pull myself together. I didn’t get closure. I didn’t even get a “let’s just be friends” or an “I can’t be your friend for now.” All I got was silence, weeks of avoiding each other and out of the blue, gossip which turns out to be absolutely true that you’re dating someone now.
Most would say that I don’t have the right and that why on earth should I care when I do have a boyfriend. Most would think that I hurt you but guess what? You hurt me too; I just never really showed it besides rambling on to my friends (which I’m sure are sick and tired of hearing me talk on and on about this).
Ironically, when I broke down every emotion I’ve been having… The one who understood me best was the one I neglected. The one I didn’t appreciate as much since I met you. Sometimes, I think I don’t deserve a guy like him. Let’s face it, I fell for someone else who ended up breaking me and here comes my boyfriend, my best friend, running to glue the pieces back together.
If I was a broken glass, he might as well have been wounded while carefully putting back the pieces together to save myself from breaking even more. I couldn’t ask for a more understanding or a more loving boyfriend than he already is. It was a mistake to have done him wrong. Don’t get me wrong, the times we spent were nothing less than amazing, but I love my boyfriend and that’s enough closure for me. S this is my closure. This is it. I’m done. I hope you’ll be as happy as I am with him. Farewell. ?
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A TRIBUTE TO NICE GUYS
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you. :
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
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| Today was pretty interesting… I went to Greenhills with my boyfriend to chaperone his younger sister who was supposedly going to meet up with her friends. Truth of the matter was, she was going to watch a basketball game of a guy that might just possibly be a prospect boyfriend. This brought me back to memories of high school… Now, I just feel old but wiser, maybe even just a little bit more mature and even more liberated in some ways. It was a nice way to bond with my boyfriend’s sister since most of his friends think that she’s quite hard to get close to. She is actually, but today I learned a lot from her. I’m getting quite fond of her… She’s an awesome 15 year old. Oh and she’s damn wise and mature for her age. Anyway, it would have been a really great day if my boyfriend and I didn’t fight over yet another petty thing. Stupid argument. In the middle of silence at the clubhouse in their village, he suddenly said, “I can’t believe she’s (pertaining to his sister) meeting boys now and that she’s a senior.” Since I was still furious with him, I didn’t say a word but in my head, I was like “Yeah… We’re all growing up.” Thing is, I only see the “big brother” side of him once in a blue moon so that was something. I’m actually jealous… Of so many of my friends… Who have brothers and sisters. Because admit it or not, no matter how much they annoy you, you’ll always have this bond that no friend could ever match up to. You’ve had that connection since birth and no matter what happens, you’ll always be brother and sister or whatever. Sorry for going emo once again… I just have a lot in mind right now and I had the urge to blog about at least one of them. I’ve envied that special bond for so long and since I’m the only child and never will I have an older or even younger brother or sister, I just take pride in all the true friends I have. Maybe that’s why I’m a little bit clingy?? Just missing my friends now. =/ See you all back at school in a few days… Remember, you’re all like family to me… I love and miss you guys… | | |
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