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Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
A Little Kindness Please
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How toxic is fame? Is it always a right of any celebrity to be demanding and swell-headed the moment they feel they are popular enough? Should the public be always expected to accept such attitude hook, line and sinker? At the rate reports are making the rounds online about Young Star YS, it seems that YS’ true colors are out.
For quite a while, there have been serious negative press about YS that have damaging implications to her on and off-screen persona. From her personal life to her public demeanor, YS is favorite target of showbiz followers and critics alike.
As alleged, the once wholesome and pleasant YS has turned into an arrogant and swell-headed star ever since she hit the big time. Suddenly, the public have witnessed her attitude, something that astounds even those within her circle.
In provincial shoots, YS makes it a point to avoid being ‘disturbed’ by anyone as much as possible. Allegedly, she is allergic to fans, most especially those seeking her out for photos - even if it means the owner of the place where they are doing the shoot. There was even an incident in one of her mall tours where fans witnessed a very cheerful and friendly YS performing on stage, only to turn very snooty and aloof backstage seconds after her number.
There were already several instances where YS allegedly showed her fangs, one of which was her recent stint as a guest in a weekly show. Allegedly, while she was singing, as expected, fans became unruly and mobbed her – to the extent that one grabbed her hand while holding the microphone, thereby exposing to the audience and televiewers that she wasn’t singing live but only lip-synching!
YS was so pissed that she complained to the production staff and demanded that bouncers be always to protect her from fans during her number. She was so mad and without batting an eyelash, even threatened that she will not perform the next time that she sees no bouncers around her. Geez!
What’s funny is that unknown to her, these rowdy fans are reportedly part of the script and are gathered there to have a semblance of a huge fan base. Really? Isn’t that a Lol – aka lots of love? Cheers!
“ If you come to fame not understanding who you are, it will define who you are.” ~ Oprah Winfrey
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Gretchen and Marjorie, What's the Real Score?
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For months, the gossip mill is abuzz as to the real reason why celebrity sisters, Gretchen and Marjorie Barretto have suddenly gotten cold and had distanced themselves from each other. It has become a guessing game for their fans and followers alike who ask them via their social media accounts why the sisters who used to be such close allies amid their family squabble have not been seeing eye to eye for quite a while.
There were earlier speculations that the feud began when Gretchen expressed her admiration for fast rising Kapamilya star, Liza Soberano, who is supposedly a rival of her niece and Marjorie’s daughter, Julia Barretto. Heard from the grapevine that Gretchen was even quoted saying that Liza, Kathryn Bernardo and Janella Salvador are the future stars of Kapamilya. Reportedly, Marjorie was so hurt and insulted, and that’s how things began to sour between her and sister Gretchen. Or so we thought.
Reports have it that Marjorie called her sister on the phone and did not mince words in her conversation with her. Reportedly, hurtful and insulting words were exchanged. Henceforth, right that very day, things were never the same between the two siblings.
If you ask those who know them, this feud is nothing new to this family. But for whatever it’s worth, their friends and family hope that eventually, their troubled relationship will be patched up soon.
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Kris Aquino Shares Failed Love Story
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From my perspective, it has never been RECALLING the fights, the breakup, the disappointment over avoidable interviews that made me cry. It was remembering the happy moments that were so fleeting, but so special because they were so “normal”.
He went into my A&A dressing room on our 2nd telecast and said: “Ms. Aquino, may I have your number?”
He brought me a cheeseburger w/ no onions, fries, and a small Coke on my birthday last year. I’ve never had that meal again from that fast food because I’m now with the opposing Pinoy Food Giant (takot mag violate ng contract) and partly because it will just never taste the same again.
We watched the midnight screening of Divergent and I’ve never gone back to the cinema where we watched.
He gave me this funny looking, ugly cute figurine holding a heart, and I used to have it beside my bed, and now I have it kept inside my night table drawer.
He sent me a lot of Gatorade, boxes of it, and I’ve never had the sports drink again.
We went to 2 Starbucks with drive through windows, and I’ve also never gone back to those places.
We spoke of building a life together, actually set a time frame, in this restaurant in Greenbelt that I frequented because of their steaks and burgers, but I’ve also never eaten there again.
I cut off more than 18 inches of my hair because I wanted to forget how I must have looked with hair all over my face & pillow, when he used to surprise me by waking me up and bringing me my venti nonfat latte with no foam, just because his day would be so hectic and early morning was the only time he could see me, regardless of my still being fast asleep.
Broken hearts retreat to where they can be safe again, locked away for nobody to ever get too close to again…
This is the first time i’ll publicly acknowledge this, because I can now recall with absolutely no bitterness or regrets; on the first Friday of April nearly a year ago during merienda, he said he was tired, he didn’t want to play games, he was tired of chasing and of running away, and he wanted to feel secure with someone he could grow old with. He said, walang romance, walang lokohan, walang bolahan. Okay na raw ba ko to marry him kasi nga PAGOD na sya?
I remember laughing and saying that was probably the least romantic proposal any woman has ever received, but because we were so similar in our weirdness, I was in agreement; I wanted to grow old with him because I knew we’d never be bored conversing, and maybe this was where God led 2 individuals who deserved a chance at life long companionship with maturity, and full acceptance of equally colorful pasts.
We went separate ways because he had an appointment with an old professor he had kept close to, and I went to 6 PM Mass and prayed that this was what would be best for us.
The next day he had dinner with my family, and I cried during our heart to heart talk after that first attempt at introducing him to my family. I said I realized he never said he loved me, he was simply tired, and I didn’t want to be his version of Salonpas, Alaxan, Ben Gay, or a massage. He cried too and said he was scared, overwhelmed, afraid of being branded a “user” when he has given the majority of his life to public service, and maybe we should take a step back.
We went to Mass together Sunday because we had made a pact that praying together will be our priority, but again we parted immediately after Mass because he had friends to meet up with… I remember going home, alone because my 2 sons were going to have dinner with James and Mic. And I prayed and said, please God strengthen us, cement our bond, and protect our peace. And I remember thinking, sana umabot sya sa point that he would be comfortable enough to let me be more a part of his world.
I made the mistake of speaking about him the following night on A&A. The next day, over the phone he broke up with me, right before Bimb’s 7th birthday party.
In time we healed, and became friends again. Comfortable to catch up over the phone every few weeks or so.
The last time I cried about him was Christmas Eve. I remembered an earlier agreement that we had made, when he asked early in our relationship how we’d deal with the holidays, I said that my non-negotiable was Christmas Eve Mass with my family, but Christmas Day was for him & his siblings & his kids. And I went to sleep with tears quietly streaming down my face, sad that we hadn’t made it.
So can I be truthful, I hibernated February 15, and listened to this song over and over. I kept to myself and slept most of February 15. And I was proud of surviving.
Inayawan nya ko, I’d like to think not me the actual person, but the complicated baggage that comes with having a relationship with me.
He called 4 times that Sunday, the day after my birthday, and I just didn’t pick up. Bimb saw his name flashing on my phone, and he told me: “Mama, go ahead talk to him because when you talk to him, you get happy. But remember after, you get so sad and I hate seeing you cry.”
And BOOM, that was my wake up call, my long avoided wisdom coming from the innocence of my 7 year old.
I realized as much as I want us to be friends, we can’t. There were just too many promises that my heart so desperately wanted to believe in. And continuing the friendship will continue to make me long for what wasn’t meant to be.
And I want Bimb to see by my example, that his feelings come first. A 7 year old shouldn’t be subjected to being the protector of his mother’s fragile feelings.
And maybe this was what this whole experience of trying to love again was meant to teach me, to be HUMBLE that for a man not ready to commit, I WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH.
Yes in all honesty, I still pray for someone who can be my strength. I still pray for someone to talk to at the end of a long day, someone who will listen, and someone who will also teach me new things, challenging my mind, and mirroring my values. Someone to pray with and pray for. Someone I can trust with all my fears, someone who accepts my past, and still looks forward to our future. And someone who won’t be tired about love, but will accept, nurture, and treasure what we will share.
But then, maybe Mom raised me to stand alone, and own my strength. And maybe the rejection I went through is a blessing, because I needed to feel the hurt, in order to learn to be less selfish and more compassionate, to empathize more readily with those suffering from all kinds of pain.
I needed for my love to be declined for me to value those who accept my love with so much gratitude, and I needed to realize this important life truth: True love doesn’t find you, neither do you find it. You build true love together, and you can’t do that when you’re tired, jaded, or weary. Love is built by those who have inspiration, determination, fortitude, trustworthiness, loyalty, courage, childlike faith, openness, enthusiasm, and enchantment with what is, plus all that will be.
To now paraphrase my mom: And love can only make you the best possible version of yourself.
I was spared birthday blues maybe because God said: NATUTO NA SYA, OKAY NA YAN, SIGURO NAMAN MAG-IINGAT NA…
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