Arrividerci

Hi,

To anyone who will come upon my blog, welcome and thank you! For taking the time to read a piece of my mind. For trying to get to know Loony before she became someone new. You see, there's Loony BZ and Loony AZ. That's, Loony BEFORE ZEE and Loony AFTER ZEE. Zee here by the  way refers to my son. He has the same nickname as his biological father. So, Loony  BZ will now sign off. I will be creating a new blog for my journey as Loony AZ - the mother. Exciting!

See you in the blog verse world! I do hope you will recognize my web prints. Till we meet again. :)

DABDA part 3

continuation from DABDA part 2...

There's still so many great things the world has to offer.

DEPRESSION

Depression is the worst part of all the stages. (Update: This stage was written before I started dating my 2nd ex and finished right before I gave birth.) It will leave you in a pile of wet tissues, big puffy eyes, and long blank moments. This is where you feel that the entire world is crashing down on you. Where everything doesn’t make sense anymore. Where nothing could possibly take you out of your stupor. Nothing excites you or makes you want to get up in the morning. You just want to lie in bed crying and retracing all your conversations and decisions. What went wrong? Could I have done anything better? Did I make the wrong decision? All of your self-pity will keep resurfacing and bite you every chance it gets. Over and over again. This phase is not continuous as well. You can stay in these phase for a few days, and then be okay for a while, and then go back again after a few days. It is going to be intermittent, but be grateful for the good days and stay strong during the bad ones.

This is the cycle you wish you can get out of with the snap of a finger. But it doesn’t work that way. Again, as I have reiterated in my previous blogs, this is part of the process. As per The Fault In Our Stars, “Pain demands to be felt.” You have to allow yourself to grieve. You have to give yourself ample time to cry it all out and get it out of your system. There is no shortcut to pain and moving on. You have to eventually let all those that hurt, hurt you. Let it hurt you, every morning, every night, the next day, or weeks, or months. Let it hurt you. Until it can no longer hurt you anymore. For every memory, every place, every occasion, every wardrobe,  every gift, every restaurant, every inside joke, every hug, every kiss in the forehead, every memorabilia’s left in your place, for each of them, grieve. Grieve as if you’re burying all of them, all of the memories that came with it and all of the feelings attached to it. There is no better way of letting something go, except feel the pain and let it pass through. What worked well for me is, I do some visualizations. I envision my pain inside my body as a built up darkness that I am siphoning off as I cry it out, and it disintegrates into thin air. It has proven effective most of the times. But first, you have to accept this one truth, the other person is gone now and will not come back. Accept that first, because you can’t let go of something, which you haven’t accepted as no longer yours, and hasn’t been for a while.

You are going to feel like you’re insane. Crying over a Disney movie or Game of Thrones show you once watched together. Crying over a joke or meme you once shared to each other. Crying while playing PC, mobile, or board games which was once your favorite thing to do. Crying over your common interests, common likes and dislikes, common stuff like couple rings, shirts, caps, luggages, or shoes. Basically, you’re going to hurt and cry for all the things that reminded you of your relationship and your partner. You’re going to be crying a lot. Don’t stop it. Whenever you remember a memory that stings, cry it out. Whether you’re at a public place, at work (probably go to the CR first), or church (most comforting place for crying). Let it happen everyday or for the next weeks and months. Why? Because you know what, at some point in a given day, you’ll get tired of crying. You’ll find that reprieve. Be thankful for that reprieve. Even if it’s for just an hour or two. Even if you’ll cry again after that. Trust that there is going to be another break from crying. I find that I have a particularly hard time in the morning, and I cry within the first half of the day. As the day progresses, I get so tired from crying that I just get numb and sleepy. And since I get to talk to my friends at work about it, I feel a whole lot better by the end of the day. I end up sleeping early until I wake up again and that the cycle repeats.  Don’t worry, it’s a cycle that will break sooner or later.  Sooner or later, your reprieve will be longer, sooner it will not just be an hour but half a day. Then it will be one day or a few days. Then it becomes a week. So trust in the process, it will get better trust me. It is important to know that, it will all be entirely normal. It doesn’t mean that it’s taking you weeks or months to get out of your depression, that you are crazy. Or that, it means you will never get out of it unless you get back with your partner. No, you have to keep going back to the reasons why it never worked out and will never work out in the first place. You have to constantly redirect your thoughts to what matters to you, not just in the present, but in the future. It will hurt. Like stabbing yourself over and over again. But that is what’s supposed to happen. You just have to remind yourself to endure it.

I do not personally suggest listening to sad songs or watching love stories while crying or eating ice cream. That is a very masochistic thing to do when you’re trying to find reprieve not unnecessary pain.

It will be hard to get up in the morning. If you need to take a leave from work. Do it. At least a few days to at most a week or two. Allow yourself that much time to be with family and friends. Brainstorm with them and cry with them. But you have to go back to your world after that. Don’t prolong that leave of absence.  You have to will yourself to get up, get dressed, and go to work. I have found that staying at work is surprisingly helpful than staying at home moping by yourself. You can do all the moping in the morning and at night, but let yourself get some reprieve from your destructive thoughts and get some work done within the day. I became a workaholic after my breakup. I despised weekends because it meant all day crying. This is if my friends aren’t available to hang out with. And that lasted for a few months. Around 5-7months. That may have been too long for some of you, but it wasn’t that bad. Most of the times, I had friends spend those weekends with me. And eventually, I started liking weekends again around the 6th month, even if I’m just by myself. I could stay home again and binge-watch shows. However, I found a better way to spend my weekends. I found a better way to feel less alone.

I went back to school. I enrolled in Law school. Now, I spend my weekends at school and studying out. This was my key in getting out of my depression totally. I started feeling better about myself and my capabilities. I started remembering my worth. I realized that the root cause of my depression and pain in my past relationship was that I felt too little about my self-worth and value. So my action plan was to invest in myself more. Find a dream that actually makes sense. Find a passion that makes you worthy in any one’s eyes. At first, I did it with the intention of spiting my ex. But eventually that wears off. When you find something you actually love doing, you do it now for yourself. Not for anyone. You will come to realize that, nothing is sexier and more alluring than a person with direction and dedication.

ACCEPTANCE

This is the last stage of grieving. This is a tricky stage. We keep thinking we have accepted everything, then often find ourselves that we really haven't. It's been 3 years (as of this writing) since the first breakup that started this blog series. (Update: Wrote this stage 3 months after my breakup with my second ex.) In those years, there were many times I was proven wrong by my idea of acceptance. But acceptance has its own phases that goes through a process as well.

Stage 1 - The IN DENIAL acceptance. This is when you flip through all 5 stages at once, in a day or in weeks. Or when you think that at 2 weeks, 1 month, 3 months, or 6 months, you have accepted it. But actually, no. All you have done during these times is really just coping. For women, at 2 weeks, we are still crying and eating our ice creams watching love stories or listening to love songs. At 1 month, we have gained a little composure and have created a routine to keep ourselves busy. But breakdowns are still frequent. At 3 months, we have somehow found reprieve from the sadness. We have started feeling genuinely happy for some of the things we do. We start dating for the sake of breaking the emotional turmoil of the breakup. However, after a month, we realize we are not ready at all. These are few moments that we confuse with thinking we have accepted everything. But it doesn’t last. The breakdown comes back after 2 weeks. It becomes a cycle. Two weeks of seeming happiness, then back to 1 week of breakdown. This goes on until 5 months. At 5 months, we start dating again. This time, dating with emotions. You actually date someone who makes you feel again. However, the pain is still there and ghosts of past experiences and some longing that ruins the probable happiness of the present. So you stop dating again and finally get the break from constantly trying to find what can mask the pain and face it head on.

Stage 2 – The FEARLESS acceptance. This is when you start not fearing seeing your ex. The “in all honesty” unafraid of bumping into them. Not the in denial unafraid, but the fearless encounters. We all have been there. Fear is actually a big part of gauging if you have almost moved on. I say almost. Because you’re not there yet. Don’t worry, it won’t take long. At 7-9 months, you either find a new love, new passion, or just simply a better perspective, happier demeanor, and rigorous goals which will completely rid you off the longing. How? If you strictly followed the process until now, it just happens. Out of nowhere. However, not of the pain. No. The pain will stay for a little bit longer. But rejoice because at least, the longing will be gone. That is not a small feat. This is the time you will find yourself finally at peace. When you can hear love songs again without breaking. When you can watch love stories without tearing up. This is the time you will be able to relax. When you start wearing glasses again to malls and not fearing accidentally passing by their work place. When you don’t check license plates of the same model of cars they had. (I say all this from experience). You know why you’re not afraid? Because you don’t actually remember the fear anymore. Because you told yourself not to remember. It’s a crazy theory but it works. The trick really, is telling yourself over and over again, that there is no more cause to fear. They can’t hurt you anymore. Physically and emotionally. They’re far and busy with their own lives. You are too. Far from reach. There will be no way they can hurt you again. Eventually, you will find yourself no longer remembering the things you fear. The memories you fear coming back. The places and instances that will remind you of them. You will find  you’re no longer afraid of it. They will no longer sting. However, if you ended in bad or seriously bad terms, the anger will still be there.

Stage 3 – The PEACEFUL acceptance. This is the last phase. Rejoice! You have finally done it. You are free of your past and any ghosts that came with it. How did you think you got here? You got here through numerous lapses and breakthroughs. So be proud of yourself. You overcame something destructive physically and emotionally over and over again. Quite exhausting but pain demands to be felt. The question is, how exactly do you get here? You get here by dealing with your anger. This is probably the longest stage you will be in. Around 10 months to 2 years. This is on average because it could take earlier or longer for some. Depending on the emotions or any important aspects invested, the damages caused, and the length of the relationship. For me it was about 10months to a year. Dealing with your anger comes and goes. It also goes to that process on the Anger stage. What you’re trying to do here is letting that anger go. We all know that’s not easy. Especially when vengeance is a factor. How does anyone let go of vengeance? I personally find changing one’s mindset helps. This is after you go through all the physical siphoning of that anger. After all that, go back to the reason why you’re angry. That is where you’ll find the key in letting it go. I am not saying forgiveness. Because not all people deserve that. Let’s not be martyrs here. What I’m saying is being indifferent to the damages. Accepting that you were also at fault. Accepting that if you will go back in time, you will have done the same things. Accepting that bad thing in this world really happen. That you are one of those people who are unlucky enough to have experienced all that pain. You won’t be who you are without all of it. As Maui said, “It is knowing where you are by knowing where you’ve been.”

Eventually, all these stages will make sense. All those pain and lessons will be your key to far better choices and diligently informed decisions. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn those lessons properly the first time. However I am hoping, the second time finally did it. Right now, I realized, everything happened because I was in a hurry. To find love. To find the one. That impatience has caused me to be in two failed relationships. I was broken first and then I was destroyed the second time. There are insights you gain from all this. Positive and negative ones. It’s a matter of how you balance your mental and emotional health to be stable enough to start over again. Once you find you are ready, truly ready, no-shortcuts-kind-of-ready to love again. That’s when you know, you’re finally free of your past and ready to start a brand new adventure. So hang in there. You are not alone. See you at the end of the tunnel! God bless!

DABDA part 2

continuation from DABDA part 1...

When you're down, find your new happy place.

ANGER

Anger is another stage of the grieving process. Oftentimes, this is what people feel for the most part of the breakup. There are also cases where many get stuck in this stage. Therefore, a necessary process to overcome and let go. For those who have had bad breakups, they probably jumped straight through this phase. The good breakups though prove harder to bring anger out. But no matter how good the breakup was, you'll be surprised which places in your memories occassionally resurfaces the old pain and hurt that you used to shrug off to get by. You have to find them and acknowledge them or you'll end up getting caught unawares.

I had my own share of it. The Remember blog I published 2 months ago (Anger part was written on July) was an evidence of that. But I realized I wasn't finished. I had too many things to say. Too many things left unsaid. So here they go. These were the thoughts in my head back then. To the guy who did not choose me....

I hope you realize that I chose you back then. I chose you even after all the sacrifices I had to make. I still chose you. And I would have continued choosing you no matter how painful it was. No matter how much of an “Us against the world” kind of love story  we had. Because, for me, you were worth it. And yet, to you, I wasn’t. I wasn't worth a disappointed look from your family. I wasn't worth the risk, for them to actually know I exist. That's what was so hard for me to understand, to be so worthless to not even get to that point where they knew about me and made you stop seeing me. I think, I might have understood better if that was the case. But it wasn't. The minute someone started to suspect, you let me go just like that. Fears and suspicions, that was all I amounted to. 

I regret. Not about meeting you. Or the memories. Because it was meant to happen. To teach me a multitude of things about life and love. And although I wouldn't have wanted to learn it the hard way, but I did. And because I was in pain, I regretted all the memories and the friendships I've made and will break. I regretted putting my faith in someone who I thought eventually will have a little bit of fight in him. I regretted believing in the wrong person. That somehow, some tiny hope in me believed that he'd never give up on me, he'd never want to lose me, he'd never want to hurt me this much. But he did. Something I couldn't do, he did it easily. Those were the regrets I initially felt and told you during "The Last Stand". But they were temporary. What I really regret,was that, I wasn't the one who ended it. If only I knew that's how it was going to be, I would have ended it first. I regret that I wasn't strong enough to muster the courage of leaving. That I did not prepare myself to leave just like you did. But I would never leave people I love. Who has done me no wrong. It goes against my being. So everything else, I knew, was meant to happen. 

I should have known. That you were willing to leave for the “idea” that someone out there could be better for you. That there is an easier and less painful path. But is anything worth it ever really easy? I hope you also had thought that I too, have that option. I too could have chosen an easier path for myself. But I didn't. Because I am not accustomed to the easy life and easy choices. Being the iron-born we Pinoys are, we rarely are given smooth paths and uncomplicated choices. We make decisions seeking for solutions. We meet halfway and make the most out of our situations. Being the highborn your race deems they are, they seek opportunities to grow wealth and culture, then protect it, to the best of their ability. No matter who they hurt in the process. Even their own kin. Maybe because they worked so hard to reach where they are, that they do not trust to let Pinoy's or any other race destroy what kingdom or self-sufficient community they have built. Indeed, The Great Wall of China. I guess, the highborns are so accustomed to the easy life that you collapse against anything that threatens it. Which must seem fair for them, as it must have been laboriously difficult to get where they're at. That, you can give them credit for. 

I hated your twisted idea of adulthood. That choosing the easy way out and leaving someone just like that means being an adult for you. Nothing about selfishness and cowardice makes an adult. No matter how you try to rationalize your behaviour that this is what your culture dictates, that we are not right for each other, and that this has nothing to do with financial status. Becase you and I both know it has. It has to do with a lot of it. You can keep trying to delude yourself that you did this for my sake and my future, but you know it's not for me, it never was for me. You did it for yourself. For your own security and peace of mind. And I guess, I shouldn't hinder you from getting that. We all deserve security and peace. As long as we don't hurt anyone during the process. Just know that, we regular Pinoys may not have riches and bigtime connections, but we have the freedom to choose the life we want to lead, and the people we want to keep. That old friend, is true wealth and real happiness. :)

I had a hard time getting to this phase. My ex-lover (updated: first ex) was one of the best support systems I ever had. Do not take him wrongly, he was a great boyfriend, for the small things. He was just really bad for the big things. But since the small things come in the form of daily routine, finding anger proved harder than I thought. It was hard to shatter the pedestal where I put him on. The glass I had built around our little bubble. You would see it from my "Remember" blog and the thoughts above. The glass was so thick that a dent was nowhere near impossible to make. But I did it. I found it. After a month or so from the breakup, I found the hammer that helped me break that glass little by little. The glass that blinded me from his flaws and inconsistencies, the selfishness and immaturity, the painful route I travelled just to be with him. The glass of love. Do you know what that hammer was? It was in the form of a dating site. It was when someone found him on a dating site a month after the breakup. I was furious. Shakingly furious. The first layer of glass broke then. And it ricocheted cracks here and there. I was so furious I broke down at a Greenwich fastfood chain, with my dear friend who also cried with me. I couldn't care less where I was and who was looking. But that was the most painful breakdown I've ever had since the breakup. And you know what? It was the "One last cry closer to my one last cry".

You see why Anger is important? It's because it helps you break that glass. Find that hammer. There is a lot of it lying around. Talk to your friends, they will reinforce offering those hammers that you easily rebutted before and sometimes even get mad at, because you wanted them to tell you what you wanted to hear. You refused to believe he/she was wrong for you in so many levels. Not because you have different cultures and financial status, but because the other party never really wanted to make both ends meet. You were underprioritized, hidden, and a once a week thing. You weren't even part of his immediate future. You were the temporary girl. Yet you thought your ex was THE ONE. In some ways maybe, but you have to remember, those who chose to leave you and still sleep soundly at night knowing you are in so much pain, are not the ones you'd want to spend the rest of your life with. He is NOT the one, simply because he never tried to be. Simple reinforcement but effective. Little hammers that go a long way.

(Updated: I have to insert this paragraph on anger stage for bad breakups since I now have experience on this from my 2^nd ex.) However, if your breakup was bad. Where your ex is a total asshole, these hammers are going to be easily found lying everywhere you look. You know why? It’s because everything they did are now shrouded with lies. Everywhere you look, every memory you had, it reminds you of all the lies and manipulation that transpired. There will be no more good memory left to hammer. Most likely, your anger is not just because of him. Your anger is now more for yourself. For allowing all that to happen. For being stupid enough to believe that person. For not enduring your right decisions and easily getting swayed by their flawed logic. You are going to be angry at yourself for a long time. But sooner or later you will let that go. More on that on the acceptance stage.

So when you finally find those hammers, use them. Use them with all your might. Use them every time you remember a good memory. Because memories will want to kill you. Almost all the time. Your ex's ghost will be a bitch that will haunt you every chance it gets. They will catch you unaware and leave you in a pile of crying mess. But you can fight it. Someone once told me, that the trick to countering good memories, is to remember something bad that happened during that time too. Something you got upset about with what your ex did or thought at the time. More of this later in the depression part. But for the sake of an example, there is one hammer that has been my favorite. Whenever I go to a mall or restaurant we used to go to, and I remember our memories, I try to find something that I got upset about at that time too. Like I try to remember how he could not hold my hand, or walk side by side with me. How he kept scanning the vicinity for familiar faces before settling that it's okay to stay near me. How that made me feel like a mistress of some sort. Anxiously being hidden. All the time. I try to remember all those other memories where I am being hidden, which I had no choice but to be comfortable with so I can continue to be with him. (Update: These were surprisingly the same counters I used on my second breakup. I was again, hidden.) And it works like dry wood to a flame. You get that fiery anger. Sometimes strong, sometimes not. But nevertheless, something you can work on. It's like tainting that memory so it doesn't feel dreamy and good anymore. This is going to be a painful route yes. But drastic times calls for drastic measures. Besides, this route is not gonna stay for long. Once you get to the acceptance stage, these memories will no longer sting. And therefore no longer require redirecting of your thoughts.

Although I can tell you that it took me a long time to master redirecting. But if you have trained your mind constantly, it will somehow unconciously build that pattern for you without you even realizing it. It will eventually become automatic. Again this doesn't happen overnight. More so, even when you have found that anger, you can regress back to denial or bargaining. Just remember to go back to where your last progressive state was. Go back to the last known good configuration. It's a tough cycle to get out of but you can do it. Just follow the rules. And you will be able to get there.

Side note:

What are the rules to properly move on? These are the ones I have read from articles that proved really helpful. Well, it worked for me. :) This is going to be a small part but more on this later on a different blog post.

1.      No contact rule. No stalking. In any form. Block your ex everywhere. At least for 6 months.

2.      No break up sex. I haven't done this and I have no plans to, but trust me, it won't do you any good.(Update: I have done this with my 2^nd ex, and I regretted that day even now.)

3.      Mourn properly. There's what we call controlled mourning. Do the 3-month rule of no dating. Actually for me even at 4 months then, when I tried to date, I realized I still am not ready.

4.      Don't seek revenge. It's not gonna change anything.(Update: I have done this with my 2^nd ex, at first it felt triumphant, but eventually, it backfired. So don’t do this.)

5.      Don't rely on rebound sex. It's just gonna make you feel worse about yourself. (I haven’t done this with both my breakups.)

6.      Don't make your breakup known all over social media. In fact, if you can, stay out of it for 60 days, it would be beneficial for you. Go low profile. It's a whole lot better. For me, no one aside from family and close friends knew about our break up. My workmates realized it after 3 months. When they noticed I haven't posted anything about my used-to-be-boyfriend. In fact, I didn't even post any other thing at all. Silent FB for 3 to 4mos.

7.      Delete pictures. Throw away or give back items from your ex. They will only hold you back. You may not be able to do it right then and there like I did. But, eventually you'll do it anyway. When you realize it's necessary. 

8.      Reach out to your friends. Those who will really listen. Make them your constant chatmate so you can slowly get used to losing the constant chatter you used to have. 

9.      Hang out with your family. They're the best pain relievers.  

10.  Start getting back on your own feet. Back to the comforts of being just by yourself. You'll get there. Trust me. :)

BARGAINING

Bargaining is a tricky business. But it is something you should allow yourself to do. The question is, for how long? Bargaining is another stage of the grieving process that will make you realize you are capable of lowering yourself or swallowing your pride to some minimal or extreme extent. Nevertheless, it is part of the process and therefore something that is entirely normal to go through. Either in your head or acted upon. Some people who act tough will never allow these kind of thoughts on their head to get out from their mouth and executed by their body. They think they will have it under control. And then do it anyway when it's too late. But to us who really wants to move forward as soon as possible, some bargaining needs to be done. For your peace of mind and for closure. If you have things left unsaid, or questions left unanswered, have a one last conversation with your ex. (Update: Did this with my first. We ended on civil terms. Wasn’t able to do this on the 2^nd one because he was too scared to face the cuts from my words.) Do not be that person who has a lot of regrets afterwards, for not being able to say everything and get hung up on all those what ifs. I would suggest to brainstorm those thoughts first with your family and friends. They will prove to be really great debaters and can either talk you out of it, or let you do it just to get it over with. I personally would want you to get it over with. Be a fool. Be weak. Be less proud and speak. But do it in a more dignified way. Do it so your ex will realize what a great person he/she is losing and ask if they're sure that leaving is what they really want. And if he's sure, if he doesn't choose you again, then leave. And don't look back. I myself had my "Last Stand" with my ex. I noted down in pieces of papers every question, every "sumbat" or reproach, and every clarification. It was one of the longest 2 and a half hours of my life. But after that, I felt better. It was the first time I was able to slowly let everything go. There were some things I forgot to say, hence my "Remember" blog and the Anger part above, but it's something I realize, back then, are thoughts better left unsaid. (That is considering he never gets to read my blogs. Haha.)

The trouble with the first few weeks of a breakup is that, your mind seems to highlight all the good things your ex-lover did. You remember all the good memories instead of the bad ones. You forget that before you broke up, you already had that resolve that he wasn't really right for you from the start. You forget all the pain and hurt he/she has caused you. The repeated inconsistencies, disappointments, and incompetence. The blatant disregard, lying, cheating, and violence (if there was any). The choking love or the lack of it. You forget how you were crying most of the time because of the wrong man. In the first few weeks, all you could think of is that, you don't care what your ex used to put you into and all you care about is that he/she comes back. Every resolve, every brainstorming you previously had with friends, every breakup plans, they all go down the drain. It's like you are in a reverse psychology experiment. Everything becomes crystal clear for you that you can excavate and then throw away all those daggers lodged so deeply just to have everything back to how your relationship used to be. That is again, perfectly normal. But do not act on it if you can help it. Because it is temporary. It's a passing phase. Although it proves really hard to not give in to this urge. So if the urge is really strong, by all means do it. Do it for your own peace of mind. Do your final bargaining. Congratulations you have reached the next level!

However this stage,  again is going to be temporary. You will eventually realize, that even if you can throw away all those daggers and swallow every bit of pride you have left, the fact that nothing in your situation or his, will have changed or no one will want to change anything, then those daggers will just come crawling back to the holes that never got healed. Old wounds heal very slow my friend. As they say, band-aids don't fix bullet holes. There is no quick fix to anything. Especially pain. If you have given it everything you've got, and worked it out with the person in every possible adjustment you can make, and still got left/cheated like that, or you chose to leave because of repeatedly irreconcilable differences, then this has nothing to do with you anymore but a lot more to do with your ex and his/her views. If that person's perspective, choices, plans, and priorities remain incompatible to yours, will bargaining ever really make a difference? It's like you're only prolonging the inevitable. You're only going back to have one last moment or moments at that. So think about this, even if they will take you back, or you will accept them back, is anything bad that happened before can never possibly happen again? Has he changed?  Is the situation gonna change? Do you both have the willingness to work on it? Or are you going to be taking the same one way roller coaster ride of pain and suffering? Unless you are certain about all of this changes, and the other party is willing to go the extra mile or start following you in the same direction you are heading, none of the bargaining offers are ever going to make a difference.

So why do this to yourself? Why go back to the things that broke you? When you finally got the chance to find what God has in store for you? As they say, the best has yet to come! Wait for that. Wait for the love of your life. Wait for the person who will be worth experiencing the joys and sorrows with. Who will continually strive to give you the life and love you deserve. When you are ready. When you have a better understanding of the future you want to have and become. You have come a long way to self-rediscovery only to break it apart piece by piece once again. If you have searched deep in your heart and you still think that having them back in your life will be the best thing to do, then by all means do it. Just don't say we didn't warn you if everything falls apart once more. At least you gave it another shot. But don't make it countless chances. For your love alone will not change a person. Their love for you will. That doesn't have to take countless chances. If they really love you and truly realized that, they will give everything they've got even with just one last chance. This is gonna be your choice my friend. And if the chances given had been wasted, you owe it to your countless miniature broken selves, to glue it back together so much better than the last time.

to be continued...DABDA part 3

DABDA part 1

Whip your hair back and forth. Shake them off.

Being in a hidden relationship, you would think it’s some high school forbidden love affair that requires sneaking out in the middle of the night or going out during the weekends telling your parents you’re with friends. It is, in a way, a little of both. But with bigger repercussions.
Beware, as this is going to be a rather lengthy discussion about the intricacies of breakups. This is mainly for those who are first timers in the field of heartbreak. Or those who are not really first timers but haven't done the process of healing properly since they started dating. I hope this can help.
You see, I am pure Filipina. He is traditional and pure Chinese. We had different worlds. But then again, these situations are not rare. This has happened to quite a number of Chinese men and women since the beginning of time. And eventually what it all boils down to, is if the Chinese partner will fight for you or not. I had stumbled upon a blog specifically about the Chinese interracial relationships, the hardships and cultural differences, written by a Western woman who married a Chinese man inside China - On the Rarity of Foreign Women and Chinese boyfriends/husbands. I only read this particular blog post and do not intend to read any more of them as it pains me too much to know that even a Chinese man living in China, preferred to date and marry a western woman. While I, Filipino (Asian) and he Chinese (Asian), BORN and RAISED in the Philippines as well, could not even bring to hold my hand in public out of fear. You can see why by the end of our relationship I would feel so little about myself that, I must have shrunk to the size of Tinkerbell. More of that later.

The trouble with star-crossed lovers in books, movies, and fairy tales is that, their knight in shining armour is almost always, a GALLANT knight. It polluted the minds and created the hopeless romantics around the world. I was once a hopeless romantic myself. I struggled to get out of it. But I know I had to, because most of the times my day dreaming just doesn’t make sense anymore. Borderline cheesy and stupid. I blamed my high school years worth of reading pocketbooks and novels, watching teleseryes and koreanovelas, that I became so hopeless I was so positive about love. Boy was I proven wrong. As I’ve read more and more about life and the world, I no longer am a hopeless romantic. I’m just a romantic now. Doesn’t really totally die down unfortunately. Darn you Mr. Darcy! But as Katy Perry said, “It’s not like the movies. But that’s how it should be.” In reality though, most of the times, your knight turns out to be the devil in disguise. In my case, he was the “Rumplestiltskin” to my “Belle”. If you’ve watched Once Upon A Time (tv show), you’ll get it. Although that comparison is quite exaggerated. Simply put, he was the selfish coward (Rumple) who couldn’t go against his true nature and pull through for me (Belle). Not even for true love. But then again, was it really true love for you Rumple? In the end, maybe not.

Our story is nowhere near extraordinary. Just two people who loved and got hurt. As we all know, not a lot of exposure is being given to the stories that didn’t quite have the ending anyone would want to hear or see. No one writes about people who didn’t end up happy. And we understand. Because, no matter how cruel life can be, we always want to have that little hope that if other people can have a happy ending, so do we. I have loved and lost someone that was dear to me. Who at first I thought saved me from a solitary, robotic, meager of a life. And for a while there he did. Until his reality started sinking in, and I was left becoming the depressed, lonely, and unassured woman I would soon turn out to be.

In my 26 years of existence back then, I fell in love for the first time. I was whole and positively radiant. I had high hopes for the love I was deprived of for a long time. Really long time. You see, before I was ready for love, I was afraid of it. I cringed at the thought of intimacy. I was an emotionally unavailable woman. I had suitors that I shrugged off because I was afraid they would marry me instantly. (Not to brag, but I am slightly quite a catch. LOL.)But eventually, for some odd reason, I wanted it. Funny how the universe works, when you don’t need something, the universe provides it abundantly. But when you finally need it, it gives you nothing. Nothing at all. For 3 long years. Until I became desperate enough to feel what everyone was talking about. In the movies, books, radios, and songs. I wanted it so bad. My firsts. First real kiss, real dates, birthdays, Valentines, and Christmas with someone I love. And since I was desperate for the next flight out to love and adventures, I hopped onto the first plane that seemed to go to the same direction I was going. Or so I thought. However, these planes will land just like any other plane. I didn’t realize in time, mine was heading in the wrong direction. Or that maybe in between, I was the one who wanted to change course. It was then I realized where I actually needed to go. And then, as per Mr. Amari Soul, “You won’t realize you were on the wrong plane until you’ve landed in the wrong city and by then it’s too late.” By then you realize, you got stuck. In a plane you don’t want to get out of. Because some part of you believed, and continued to believe that the plane could land in the direction you wanted it too. If you gave all it needed, hang on to every turbulence, and compromise with seating priorities, you’d think eventually, the plane will perform the highest hacked programming of them all, change course for love. LOVE makes you hope that it can fuel the plane to go the extra mile. LOVE makes you believe you can move mountains, even aviation laws. Because, LOVE, in it’s finest form, can conquer the impossible.

However, you forgot that love must be two way. And must be reciprocated with (at least almost) the same intensity and passion, to provide the buoyancy you need to stay up in the air long enough to reach the same desired destination. But you can’t control love. You can’t control the plane. A lot of things can happen in between. Again as per Mr. Amari Soul, “What you can control is you. When you get to the airport, you pay attention to the signs so that you don’t waste hours of your life on the wrong plane just to end up in the wrong place and have to start all over. You should have a clear understanding of what you want and need and where you are trying to go. Then, you should pay close attention to the signs. If it appears that he is headed in a direction that is not where you want to go and he’s not willing to change course, get out before you waste years of your life just to wake up one morning and realize you’ve landed in the wrong place with the wrong man.”

Unfortunately, I did not get out in time. I was the hopeless romantic, head over heels girl to a guy who in more ways than one, flat out said, I refuse to see a future with you. The signs were blinking faster than ever. But just like any other hopelessly devoted individual, I ignored it. Until the time came when I couldn’t ignore it any longer. So there I was, landed in the wrong place with the wrong man. He left me at the airport to find the next flight back. Back to the easy life of luxurious travels, high-end feasts, spoon-fed jobs, and mapped out lives. Back to the comforts of wealth, security, and status quo that he was used to. Back to the world he belongs. Then there I was, left shivering in the unfamiliar city of loss and heartbreak. Unable to get a flight back to my world and my people. Looking dejected and pitiable, I walked around carrying a huge baggage of fears, anxieties, and low self-esteem. I was unrecognizable, even to myself. And for the first time in a long time, I was lost.

DENIAL

DABDA is the five stages of grief. Please do search it in google to understand the concept of DABDA. D for denial. A for Anger. B for Bargaining. D for depression. A for Acceptance. These stages, by the way, does not occur in chronological order. Today you could be depressed, tomorrow you could be angry, or the next moment you could be in acceptance. Any time of the day you can be in all stages at once or one stage for an entire week. It is important to know that what’s happening is entirely normal. That was what I had to keep telling myself over and over again, because I kept freaking out. I felt like an insane person. For the first time, I felt pain I had never felt before. I haven’t felt pain of losing someone you see. I mean losing someone very dear to me over an illness or accident (God Forbid!). I have fortunately never had the chance to feel that. And I am truly grateful to THE PROTECTOR for it.  So, this kind of pain was very new to me. I have been through numerous emotional, physical, and financial pain in my life, believe me. They are in some of my blogs. I’ve had a series of unfortunate events that did not break me. I am a very strong willed woman. But heartbreak tested that. It broke me into fragments of unrecognizability. I had been depressed before but not like that. It was so different and alien to me that I had so much trouble coping. It felt like someone died. Or maybe because, a part of me did die and got chunked away somewhere far and unreachable. That’s where denial comes in.

The feeling of overwhelming loss and grief tends to overshadow the reality that you refuse to accept. Since your mind is protecting you from the barrage of emotions and memories you refuse to tackle, it gets lodged at the back of your head. You refuse to believe that what is happening is really happening, and therefore you do not feel the initial pain of loss. You believe the other party is not being serious, or will eventually change their mind, or will not be able to endure not having you in their lives and will definitely take you back. On the other hand, the ex-lover also has his/her own thoughts. He/she must be thinking, this is the right choice. I did the right thing by  turning my back against that uncertainty and close the chapter. I’m doing this for myself and my future. All these things run through your heads, while you go about your daily life and routine. Although rather spaced out and clumsy, but you are still able to do what you normally would do on a given day. But this doesn’t last long. It can last a few minutes, hours, or days, but it will stop. Eventually, reality will sink in. Once you see that no one is changing their minds. After you have talked to your friends, or the friends of your ex lover, and anyone who cares to listen. After you have brainstormed with them every little minute detail. After you have done "The last stand" by talking to your ex-lover one last time for closure, for the unanswered questions, the what if's and could be's, the empty promises and the bargaining, and ultimately the final NO. Then you realize, this is it. This is really it. The finality of the situation will open the floodgates of emotions. Like an avalanche. And you let yourself drown in it, whether with tears, or unlimited shots of alcohol. Congratulations my friend, you have reached the next level.

The good thing about denial is that, it protects you from that avalanche. Because, you would have not been able to cope if you get that avalanche on the first day. You will have died of a heartbreak. It would have consumed you like quicksand. Such is the beauty of our biological and physchological defense mechanisms. The unsurpressable urge to cry and breakdown is our body telling us to get the temporary relief from such emotional pain. If you haven't noticed, after you cry, you feel better, and be able to get that sleep that has eluded you the past few days. That is the start of the avalanche phase. That is baby steps. You will get closer and closer to the time you can start sleeping and eating properly again. Might take a few weeks but you'll get there. Taking vitamins will help. This is the perfect example that a process is important and necessary. You must realize this before you stupidly try to find shortcuts, pain relievers, or avoid pain entirely. You must realize this from the onset. Because if you don't realize this, if no one tells you how this works, you will end up prolonging the denial stage and by then you will realize months has already gone and you haven't progressed at all. It helps if you read articles about how to cope after a breakup. They tell you to create benchmarks. So you could see how you are progressing. I've reached certain benchmarks now that on the first or second month, I thought I would never be able to do again, like e.g. eating at one of our favorite restaurants. Although, you will regress, and it will keep happening. Just don't get depressed as to why. It is again, perfectly normal. Just go back to your baby steps. The articles help ease those anxieties and fears too about not being able to survive. If you don't have friends available as of the moment to talk to, read those articles. Hearing a multitude of testimonies from other people who had suffered a loss and came out better, helps you with the process. You will not understand when someone or everyone tells you that it’s going to get better because you currently feel that it will never happen. That is perfectly normal too. But trust me it will get better. If you follow the rules. It will get better if you have the discipline and willingness to overcome it. Read those articles. Search for them for whatever doubts or anxieties you encounter. The world wide web offers tons of psychological and emotional help if you only care to search. And in my country where there’s stigma about getting psychological help, the internet will be your ally. Make use of them. Because they helped me. They helped me so much. Trust me.

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Satellite-dialling

I looked up the meaning of CELLULAR PHONE in dictionary.com and it said, "a mobile telephone system using low-powered radio transmitters, with each transmitter covering a distinct geographical area (cell)" Urgh! I'm getting a nosebleed as we speak! Literally, cellular telephone = satellite telephone, telephone = dial. Hence the title satellite-dialling! Bwahahaha. Who knows, my invented definitions will be renowned someday. I make my own definitions you see. :D

Anywho, I was having a heated discussion with my estranghero about my twisted ideology on movie piracy when we stumbled upon our cellphone history. That was when we were watching IRREVERSIBLE. I know there's no connection whatsoever but that's just how we roll. The technology flashback reminded me of a blog my serious talker IMA wrote too. This blog is the same concept. Actually, a carbon copy! Except of course for the plotting. I'm no copycat. Again, this blogspot is my mental note to everything. Who knows, I might no longer be able to delineate this after, say what, 5 years more? The beauty of aging. :D


The first time I got a cellphone was during 2nd year high school. I'm quite certain it was during that time because, I always use it during my T.L.E. subject where we don't have majors yet. That subject gets seriously boring at times. ^^ I can't remember how much it was back then. I bought it in ORIENTE (Colon St.). You familiar with that stall you see inside, just left from the entrance? Yes, that cell shop! :D

Model: Motorola T180. Mine was white and has an orange backlight color. Amazing how I can still remember it. I usually don't remember details. :D

The money was of course from my sister. A birthday gift. So 'twas around July. Many people think I'm not an imperious person. Which is true. It depends on who I am with. I could be demanding as hell if we are super close. So yeah, I asked for a cellphone then. My sister's husband even asked, (after he knew I have one) why does she have a cellphone at that age? 'Twas quite uncommon in the states back then.

Now the first cellphone crashed down on me. Just a few days since I got it. So the same cell shop replaced it with this one. I liked the other phone. It looked classy. Besides, I was flabbergasted to see Paige Halliwell had the same exact phone from one Charmed episode! You don't get that a lot these days. Stars nowadays have way too expensive phones to emulate from. Anyway, I had this for about months. For some reason, I needed to give this phone to my brother. I'm not sure if it was voluntary or coerced. :D

Model: Motorola T2288. I know it had exact color as the pic but I guess lighting makes it more bluish than supposedly dark blue-green.

Funny story: I had my first textmate with this, still during T.L.E. class. (We had freedom during our time too, you know.) Do you remember using the chat feature that costs P2.50 per message? Yes, that's how I had my first textmate. His codename was Erick. Mine was Sheenie. (I heard that name from some tv show.) We're still texting until now. We're even FB friends. I wish we could meet one time. Maybe, once I can go to Manila. :)

Another funny story: This phone got lost. Well, we thought it was lost. My mom was even reprimanding me for going to my neighbor (Who has playstations, arcade games, and a dancepad. You know, just like a miniature gamezone. Super miniature. Haha.) and dancing my heart out. She thought I lost it there. Well, I thought, yeah maybe. After 2 weeks, I found the phone above my dresser!!! My drunk father must have put it there and could not remember he did. :)) We knew it was him because he's always like that. :D

Phones were getting smaller and smaller but bulkier. My motorola was replaced by this. I don't know how I got this phone. I even asked my mom about all this. But she can't remember much. I have a strong feeling it was sold by some dealer near our place. You know, cheap ones that are being pawned and wasn't claimed. Or probably it was stolen and they just really wanted money out of it. :D But I stopped using those kinds because of one traumatic event. You'll hear more about it after a few phones. :D

Model: Alcatel DB Max. Exact color. Exact backlights. The legendary orange lights and "Safeguard soap"-shaped phone. :))

This didn't last long either. I gave it to my other brother. Because I had a new phone. Nokia was rising up to the challenge. :D

I had this 3rd year high school. Someone from our place sold it to me. She wanted to buy a newer model. So I got this second hand. It was just used for a couple of months anyway so it was good as new. This was the era where casings are in demand and booming. From Tweety bird designs to rose patterned ones. I always buy new casings. It's like how I am with my bags, clothes, and shoes. Buying a lot and mix-matching it so it doesn't get worn out easily. Women. :D

Model: Nokia 5110i. Exact color. It was still in its original casing when I got it.

I liked this phone. Though I was getting irked with the stupid antennae! So I amputated it. Not me of course, but the technician. They said it will affect the signal if I touched the antennae too often. What a farce! It didn't even affect it after the pruning. :)) I had my reasons. I believe it was valid. :D Eventually, I gave this away again by the middle of the year. I gave it to my sister. Because I was so envious with my classmates who has a 3310. So I demanded again. :)

For the rest of my 4th yr in high school, I was using this. More and more people are getting phones then. I believe they saw the need for instant communication. The start where electronic mails are slowly being considered by OFW's. Where technology was no longer inexplicable. And computers were used for researching history projects. But internet cafe's were costly. I remember paying P25.00 per hour and printing was P15.00/page. All hail to wi-fi now! :D

Model: Nokia 3310. I had mine bought from the store so I had the original casing as this. I've always wanted to get the silver one but it was impractical. :D

Do you remember the upgrades? You know, when technicians can reprogram the phone to upgrade it to a higher model with more features? My brother has a friend who does that so I had mine upgraded to Nokia 3315 for free.

I'm not sure if this was an upgraded one but if the menu button says otherwise, then I guess this one was indeed upgraded. Mine had 6 bars for the signal and battery. Though it basically works the same way as 4 bars anyway. My menu button then, says LEI. So one would know it's mine. This one says Avaa, Ava my friend, is this yours? :))

This one had a sad story. People know me as gullible and trustful. I know that I am too. So you can say, before, I was even more gullible. :D To continue with the story, we were practicing for our graduation march so we needed to leave our bags either in our room or the SSG (Supreme Student Government) office. (I was in the top section you see and the entire student body belongs in our class so we had the luxury to use that room even for those who's not in office.) I grew tired with the weight my phone and my wallet is causing, in both my skirt uniform pockets. So I left it inside my bag during our afternoon practice. I got back, school was over, took the jeepney, and checked my bag at home. Boom! No phone. I didn't cry. I was never a crybaby. (You can say I'm cold. Haha.) But my parents went berserk. They kept on saying one of my classmates might have took it. I said, NO with finality. I may have lost it in the jeepney or maybe had been pick-pocketed. I refused to believe my school friends can do such a heinous crime, STEALING.

I was wrong. Through a series of unfortunate events, gossips, and two witnesses, the culprit was identified. It was indeed a classmate. And you know how we found out? The cellphone menu said LEI. :D I was not able to get it back though. I never confronted her. She didn't show the phone anymore right after I was able to go back to school. I never saw it too. So I didn't have the evidence nor the opportunity to indict. Case closed. We moved on.

You might be thinking if that was the reason I no longer buy pawned goods. No it wasn't. After that incident, life has been very difficult. As I've said, through a series of unfortunate events. :D So tough times as it is, I needed a phone especially that I was starting college. And just when you needed a very good deal with the devil's in disguise, nothing came except for one lousy 3210 that was as good as broken. But, beggars can't be choosers so I lived with it for a couple of months.

Model: Nokia 3210. I can't remember what color I had. I think, a rose patterned casing with neon blue backlights. The only thing I liked from that phone was the backlights.

Didn't last long because it broke down. This time, I wasn't able to give it away. It went to the WE BUY BROKEN PHONES shop. :D

I did warn you, the phones were getting smaller and smaller. Take a look at 8210. I never liked that one. I was always vying for 7250 back then because slide-ups, colored, and with cameras, were "the bomb". Unfortunately, I was still broke. I mean, we were still broke. So I had to buy this from a reconditioning shop. It felt like buying my old 3210. I bet they reconditioned it too. And I advice, DO NOT BUY RECONDITIONED PHONES. They crash a lot and doesn't work properly.

Model: Nokia 1100. Mine looked brand new so I had an original casing.

The good thing about this phone is the distribution list. A lot of other phones then didn't have one. And I was a texter so I needed the distro. Plus, the flashlight! I prefer this even to that 1200 and 3100 I always craved. But this didn't last long too. It kept on crashing so I gave it to my brother. Same one that I gave my alcatel to. Apparently, they can't keep phones either. It runs in the family? :D

There were lucky turns of events so I was able to get a phone with camera. This was during 2nd year in college. Another birthday gift from my beloved sister. I can still remember the moment we bought it. It's like a picture flashback. It was at the new White Gold mall. (The older mall got burned down. I'm not sure if accidentally or for insurace purposes. Haha.)

Model: Motorola C650. Same color. This one I can remember the price. Costs 4-5K. Era of the joystick phones. :D

I had this longer. About 2 years. I liked it too. It has a lot of features though mostly unnecessary. I liked the copy pasting. It has a distribution list too. Unlike Nokia phones that time. Camera was bad. Still a camera nonetheless. This one I gave away too. To my niece. She had it longer than me, but it crashed on her. Had it repaired by our neighbor who ran with it. Tsk2. I had a phone repaired by him that time too, my troublesome 1100. (I had it repaired for my bro.) Took him 2 months to return it. It was, I believe, a different phone. It had completely different menu's inside. Even text messages from God-knows-who. Still broken. Maybe from another customer he fooled. Funny because it was like hell broke loose when people from the neighborhood were pestering him to give back their broken appliances. :))

Another birthday gift from my sister. My sister gives me the most expensive gifts. Because I don't ask things often. Only during my birthday. :D Anyway, this was start of my 4th yr in college. Had this until I graduated, got my job, and 13th month pay. Roughly 3 years.

Model: Nokia 6101. Same color. No options to change casings until after about a year. Didn't want to change it anyway because it might not fit and regret it after. Costs P8,500. It was a new release you see. Era of the flip top phones. :D

Gave this away after I got my Nokia 5530. No use in having three phones. I gave it to my nephew. I had promised him this since it was brand new. "Promises are meant to be broken." - doesn't work for me. So much for chivalry. :)) Unfortunately, my nephew lost it, after not even a month, during a Bamboo concert. The git pocketed it in a crowd of people. Thick-head. Pardon my words. Those serve as endearment really. :D I wasn't mad because he lost it. I was mad because he wasn't even able to enjoy it long. I was mad at him for always being careless. That had sentimental value. So I didn't talk to him for months. I could be that proud. :D

Funny story: This phone almost got snatched. I was with my solid college friend Annie at highway, Mandaue trying to find a jeepney to Talisay. This bald, brown, fat guy was beside us on the waiting shed. Annie was using her phone but tucked it inside her tight pocket jeans right after the guy came. I was wearing a Lacoste imitation pouch where I kept my phone. If that guy hadn't heard me say, "Kadugay mo reply!" or why isn't she replying faster as I was checking into the pouch, he wouldn't have wrestled the pouch from me. Unfortunately, he did. To my defense, he didn't look the type. And that was one mistake we all make. Especially from someone like me who had always been cautious. :D So this is the reason why I no longer buy pawned/(probably stolen) goods. It makes me feel like sh*t. :))

The product of my first pay from my first job as a call center agent. What a glorious feeling. I BOUGHT my first phone! :D Since I had a job, gifts from my sister were digital cameras or a pocket full of money. *singing* "Don't cha wish your sister was cool like her? Don't cha?" Nyahahaha. Just playing around.

Model: Samsung M620. Same color. I got the silver one because it looked classy. If you had noticed, most of my phones are either white or silver. I like my gadgets white if possible. Even if you say it gets dirty easy. Costs P5,300. Era of the slide-up phones.

I like to buy phones that are the latest mania. I do not believe in going with what's "uso" or the fad. As they just pass or makes you look like everyone else. Though there is safety in that. Anyway, I had this for over a year, but it got broken and no more warranty. So it sat in my travelling bag waiting to be repaired. Tsk2. I was planning to give it away mind you. You cant give away a broken phone now, can you? :D (This actually got repaired eventually and I gave it away to my brother.)

Product of my first 13th month pay. Good thing I had this on installment. The most expensive phone I have yet at that time. :D After my 6101, I had this need for 2 phones. Wait, there's a difference with NEED and WANT. So I'll say, I wanted to have 2 phones at the same time. :D One is for everyday, the other is for special occasions. The costlier is always the one for special occasions. You can't risk carrying expensive stuff these days. Unless you put them somewhere clandestine. :))

Model: Nokia 5530. Era of the touch-screen phones. Again, white with blue linings. Superb camera. 4GB memory. Highlight: Wi-fi ready. Costs: P12,300. Expensive yeah. But I love this phone. My Christmas gift to myself. :D

I rarely use it now. I mainly use it as an alarm clock. I need two alarm clocks you see. This one has my globe so I don't use it much. Wherever my sun sim is, that's the phone I carry and use. :D It has it's downtime too. Blacks out sometimes and hangs. Ow well, nothing's perfect. :D

After I resigned from my first job. I was super broke. I waited for my last paycheck for 2 months. I needed a second phone. And when I got the paycheck around May, I bought this. Though a chinaphone. What I liked about chinaphones is the dual-sim feature. Though it doesn't work properly. My advice again: DO NOT BUY CHINAPHONES. Though it's cheap, it doesn't work properly and gets broken easily.

Model: Nokia 6300 chinaphone. Same color. China can really make good imitations huh? Costs: P1,400. Era of the chinaphones. :D

In two months, I didn't like it anymore so I sold it to my nephew for P800. (I need to say he's 21 yrs old and working so you won't think I was taking advantage. :P) . A rather good bargain for him right? I learned after a few months, the phone got broken. I felt guilty so I gave him my red Samsung S630 when I got my new Kodak ZD15 in July. Hehehe. :D

When I got my 2nd job, I had to buy a durable phone while waiting for my first pay. My handy dandy phone. They say there are 2 types of cellphones. One that you need to take care of and one that can be just garbage. This one is with the latter. :D Don't take me wrong. I love this phone. This is the best counterpart of 1100. I've been trying to find one that matches 1100 but since it went faced out, couldn't find another. Bought this at Cellpod. That cellphone stalls you see in SM.

Model: Nokia 1202. Same color. Couldn't find one in white that looks good. Black is better for this. Costs: P1,200. Very cheap but durable. Has flashlight and distribution list. The only thing I care about. :))

Since my samsung got broken, I needed to get a second phone. So I went for something really cheap but authentic so I don't have to worry about a broken phone and being mugged at dawn. As I work at dawn. :D My sun sim is with this one so I carry it with me anywhere. You see, my sun sim always has load. :D

Then there was the proposition of postpaid plans. Got this a few months after I started on my 2nd job around January of 2011. They had this partnership with Globe Telecom where they go to our work place and offer plans to us without the need to submit that much requirements. Just a copy of our past 2 payslips and their application form. Then voila! You get your phone for free in the next few days and subscribed to their postpaid plan. Easy breezy!

Model: Blackberry Curve 8520. That picture is my actual phone with my selfie on the wallpaper and my painted nails. (I do my own nail art by the way. :D) I forgot how much that phone cost that time but my plan was a fixed 500 monthly plan for 2 years and I had to cash out P6,000 still. Era of the QWERTY phones.

If you had noticed, I try to buy phones with different functions and different styles for different eras. I don't like going back to the same brand with the same slightly upgraded models. There's no challenge in that! I liked this phone for the convenience in typing it provided. It's not touch screen. It's more of joystick menu (less the joystick itself). But blackberry offered a lot of promos. They actually started the BBSOCIAL promos that are now what the other telecommunication companies offer. Different set of promos for different needs. Like if you just want FB or twitter. Or both. Or just surfing. They started the trend of personalizing your own data plans. I had this phone for more than 2 years in fairness! I finished my contract with Globe and even went for more months. But I had to discontinue my subscription as I was planning on getting a new phone. I gave this to my other brother around March of 2013 in lieu of getting my Samsung Grand. I think he still has it today.

Before my Samsung Grand though, I bought an IOS phone. (So I had both Blackberry and iPhone. I mainly use the blackberry for texting then. Because it always had load. I was a Globe girl for 2 years.) This was the product of my bonus from my job which you can call a 14th Month bonus. Haha. All hail Papa Jamie! (That's what we call our CEO) So I bought this around April of 2012 because I wanted to try Apple phones. I was really curious. I had an iTouch 4th Gen and I loved it. It was from my sister, so it's second hand. It's not a phone so it's not on this list. I had that iTouch for about 3 years too and gave it away to my niece since I got the iPhone.

Model: iPhone 4S. Actual phone picture with me and my niece and my Sitch casing. (I love Stitch!) Hehe. It was very costly! P25,000 for just a phone! I can buy a laptop for that amount then. Era of the IOS phones.

I can therefore conclude that I don't like apple devices unless it's an iPod shuffle. Like the tiniest one for music tripping. Haha. I liked it for a time being considering the high def camera it had. A first at that time. And I was into the raw photography kind of gal back then. Not the selfie kind because it's front cam sucked. Haha. Their front cam was always bad until now with the iPhone 5 and 6. Which is so impractical I can't understand why people buy it. Although there are postpaid plans but I'm pretty sure you still need to cash out on that! Anyway, I had this phone for over a year. I didn't like it anymore because first, I can't bluetooth. Second, downloading songs and syncing to iTunes all the time is a hassle. Third, they don't have that much free apps. Fourth, it gets boring over time.  They say most people like Apple because it's user friendly. However, I am the techy kind so it's kind of baby play for me. When I got my Samsung Grand, it became an alarm clock until the time I was able to sell it. Haha. Sold it for P14,000. Half the price. Ow well. Depreciation. Although, I really regret the part of not having the Stanza app where I can find mainstream books for free! That app is not on Android unfortunately! :(


The following year, I bought an Android phone around March of 2013. (Then I gave away my blackberry. And became a SUN girl again.) Another product of our 14th Month bonus. Papa Jaime you're the best! This time I wanted an Android phone. Because it's how smartphones should be! (Bias much?) I liked the big screen, multi-functionality, sleek design, and practicality (very important since phones depreciate fast these days).

Model: Samsung Galaxy Grand Duos I9082. Actual picture of phone and packaging with my pocketbook and small hand. Hahaha. Cost: P17,000.  It came with a free original samsung flip casing. Era of the Android phones.

I had this one for a good long 1 year and 11 months to be exact. Longest time I have gone without buying a new second phone. I still have it now. It's pending to be sold. I don't like giving my gadgets away now. I gather they don't take care of it as much as I do because they get broken fast so It breaks my heart too and now I'd rather sell it instead. I hope I can sell it for at most P4,000? Crossing my fingers. Hahaha. I'm trying to sell it because I now have a new phone. I had to let go of this one because it has become too slow for my needs. I needed a quadcore phone, with at least 13MP back cam and 5MP front cam, with a 16GB memory and a dual sim purpose for less than P15,000. I know it must be a miracle to find one with a good brand. But, I did find one closer to that specs! And it's awesome!

Product of my Tax Refund! Bought this January of 2015. I like buying something out of my bonuses because it makes me feel like they went somewhere with a purpose. And not just spent on binge buying clothes and other women stuff. Hahaha. This is the kind of phone design I've always wanted. Rectangular, pointy edge, slim and big screen with my favorite color!

Model: Sony Experia C3. Actual phone picture and packaging with my blanket and my pretty hand. Haha. Cost: P14,500. It came with a free monopod. Era of the quadcore phones.

This is close to the specs I've always wanted. Plus the design was the right fit. And... price wise, it's perfect! I haven't tried Sony phones too and I've heard good things about them (except for the waterproof ones). I love the Answering Machine feature! And the flash feature for the front cam! Totally a selfie phone as it has declared itself to be. I suggest you don't buy the mainstream ones because they give you specs which always lack something. They won't give it to you in full unless you buy their expensive slightly upgraded models. I wanted the Asus Zenphone 6 but it wasn't quad core. It would have been perfect too. I also wanted the Acer Liquid X1 with the octa-core feature but it was pricey. I think the next trend will be the OCTACORE phones. I hope they make one less pricey. I'll wait for it! :D


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Quite a long read huh? I update this from time to time. Well it's my blog and it's my mental note to everything so don't complain. Hahaha. Til next update! ^^