You guys know that.

It’s just sinking in to me. I’m getting married. Finally, I’m feeling the most exciting part of my wedding. Dave and I have been busy working on the wedding — from the souvenirs, the guest list, documents to our own jobs that fund for the entire wedding. During those times I just thought okay I’m getting married, but now I’m thinking, I AM FINALLY GETTING MARRIED!

I admit that it wasn’t easy preparing for our really simple wedding. It was stressful and fun at the same time. And now that the wedding date’s getting closer and the preparations are all done, I only feel excited for me and Dave.

Dave and I have lots of people to thank for. To start with, we thank Floyd of SEO Philippines, Enzo, Earl, Derek and his supportive teammates. Enzo and Earl have been keeping us company in our humble abode.

We also thank our former boss (whose name I’d rather not disclose) who has kept me busy with lots of tasks. Ninong!

To my Plurkmates who were nothing but supportive (Dyza, Niña, Irish, Ninyo, Mico, Brinks…) To my Facebook chums whom I haven’t seen in ages (Tat, Ronjoy, Vhin, Lee, Jonas, Marvi, Lorie Genn…)

I thank my high school friends Aldo, JB, Olga, Mark, Jan Allen, Paul…

We thank Dave’s clients who’s been very generous to him.

My sisters Sharon and Shelani, Zeus and Jelai (you keep mamu proud!), Jayson and Carlo.

I thank my mom and dad who’s always been supportive and insanely excited about the wedding.

To Lola Fely who gives Dave lots of love.

To Rev. Ben Garcia for giving Dave and I advices and spiritual guidance.

To God who has always been there (even though we often don’t notice it). This is all for you.

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On February 28, my surname will change (at last!) but above all, Dave and I will change our life as well.

So this is the feeling of getting married. Indescribable but exquisitely fresh.

Here’s to the future Mr. and Mrs. John David dela Cruz.

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Today is 21-Feb-2010. Last year’s 21-Feb, I finally decided to bury the hatchet, move the heck on, and love again. Last year’s February brought lots of pain for me, but it was worth it.

I now believe in the saying that “there’s gotta be one person in our life who is a match for you.” In Dave and I’s case, we’re a match. I finally found somebody who’d argue about the things I say, who’d comment on how I see things, and who would fight me when he thinks I’m wrong. Basically Dave and I were each other’s dream…and nightmare so to speak.

It took months before we realized that we needed each other to be with each other. I loved him so much that even during my hateful times, there was no person in this planet I turned to at the end of the day, except Dave.

Let us be specific.
November 27, 2008 was the day I first met Dave — a snobbish, moody and workaholic guy. I glanced at him thinking that he was sort of cute. He looked away.

Later in 2008 did I notice that he was a nice person. He was the first one who welcomed me in the office (by means of a group lunch?) It was kind of awkward for him to borrow my laptop in December but I didn’t mind — somehow I wanted to share a piece of me to a seemingly nice person whom I misjudged.

We became close as friends. I was with another guy that time and it didn’t cross my mind that Dave could want something more. He became my confidant, since apart from his being snobbish, he was also a bit mysterious.

He was the very first person I turned to when my previous boyfriend left me. All the way from Sampaloc he took a cab back to Kingswood just to hush me down. I cried it all out to him and he was just beside me, listening. I felt like I was talking to a long time friend.

He even left his iPod with me and strictly told me to listen to all the songs I was not familiar with. That way I will not remember anything about hurt since I’d feel like I’m in a totally new world. I willingly took his advice.

Since then I realized that he cannot be just more than a friend.

Dave and I have very little in common, but despite that incompatibility we still end up wanting, needing and loving each other every single day. It has been a year but really, time flies so fast.

Now I’m marrying the snobbish guy I first met in the office. He’s having my baby. I don’t know any other word to describe the feeling, except AMAZING.

Here’s to the guy I love, hate and love,
The one who always makes me cry
The one who loves my cooking that he blames me for his new weight,
The one who hates the way I hate,
The one who’s never too old to feel young,
The one who always like to give me everything,
The one I’d like to give me everything.
Here’s to Dave.

Happy first anniversary, honey. I love you so much.

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Let us assume that you were once the cheesiest person on earth, and then later on you turned bitter. You point your finger to the one who left you (or you left). The story cannot end there; there will still be issues between you and your ex from the pits of burning souls.

I do not assume that the exes from hell are mostly males. It’s just not fair to their gender.

If you are like me, who has more than a dozen exes, you can relate to this. I cannot say all my exes are from hell; I’d like to give some of them the benefit of the doubt.

The first ex from hell is worse than a gossiper who can’t shut his or her mouth. So you two ended up your relationship for whatever reason you both have. This ex would not end the chapter after the break up and instead, would tell everybody else how horrible you were (you can just use your imagination). This ex loves to kiss-and-tell.

The second ex from hell is a creepy stalker. He or she will track you down for as long as you live (or he/she lives). Ex would know your Facebook account, or your latest Tweets. The ex would also take note of your cellphone number, email address, and the type of coffee you just had in Starbucks. You just can’t be stupid enough to let your ex track you down. If you don’t want to be stalked, then stop giving your ex the flavorful information he or she needs.

The third ex from hell is a poor melodramatic tormented soul who can’t move on and live by your memories together. There is nothing wrong with that, except that when he or she becomes really desperate to have you back, and you refuse, he or she ends up blogging about you, or posting sad stuff on Facebook, or worse, bombarding you with SMS that could make you feel guilt-stricken.

The fourth ex from hell is a criminal candidate (crime of passion?) This is is a creepy stalker plus a soul who can’t move on. This ex is gonna kill for you. This ex feeds on alcohol. This ex drunk-texts (or pretends to be drunk for sympathy). This ex could do whatever it takes for you to come back. Not enough? This ex is suicidal.

The fifth ex from hell is a friend snatcher who wants allies against you. This ex gathers minions to turn to the dark side and avenge you. What’s worse? These minions were once your friends. So they form a battalion and attack you anyhow.

There’s one thing in common with these exes: they’re all bitter. We can’t take it away from them. What should we do from these exes from hell? Either we file a restraining order, counter-attack, or simply ignore them.

If you were once one of the exes from hell, don’t fret, it’s okay. I was, too.

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