The “Aldub” Phenomenon

Here are the 7 reasons why I think Aldub is winning  and slayin at everything.

1. ANG GWAPO NI ALDEN – practically every lady out there agrees with me on this one, lol.
2. It’s looks and feels real – There is chemistry between Maine Mendoza and Alden Richards, at the early stages of the the phenomenon, they were not allowed to see each other until the “Tamang Panahon” and they really did not see each other, even behind the camera, which I think is a really good technique to keep the emotion and reactions authentic.
3. They teach good values – this generation is losing all sense of self respect and preservation and dwell into casual sex, hook up, hiding feeling and so on but Aldub rekindles what we are losing in our age, the sense of love, fighting for the person you love, patience, taking your time in getting to know the person before giving away such important experiences, that love is a long process that needs to be given time. To be honest our generation is confused between the difference of love and lust.
4. They portray some scenes as how it really is in real life – with it being live and not taped nor is it also fully scripted. The couple portrays situations as it happens in real life, like on the November 27th episode, where they were sitting on the couch together and Alden wanting to discuss with Maine why she wanted to end things between them, the silence that was echoing at first really is what happens, there’s no rain, there’s no over excessive drama in this scene but there was sincerity, authenticity and raw emotions as they delivered their lines and how Alden hugs Maine, how he was running after her and how she was unwilling at first but eventually gave in.
5. Maine Mendoza is charismatic – she  really is not hard to love, specially coming from a high class family; she is down to earth, not maarte, humorous and is witty.
6. YUNG DIMPLE NI ALDEN – I’m a sucker for dimples, gaaaah!
7. Eat Bulaga is humble – they are humble and never have they ever bashed any competition, unlike Showtime, most specially Vice Ganda. Hindi sila namemersonal and hindi sila papansin, sadyang pinapansin sila.

Do You Still? (I, Me and Myself)

Dear Me Right Now,

Hey, what’s up? Hello? Do you remember that song? God, its funny how everybody just started to discover it when you’re so sick of it already. How are you?  I hope all is well with you, where are you working? Are you happy with where you are now? Do you love what you are doing? I hope you do because I have worked so hard for you to get there.

I hope you still remember me, I hope you kept some parts of me, I know you will because I know that you like looking back at the things that made you who you are today. Do you miss me? Do you miss this life? Do you still forgive easily? Are you still updated with the latest music? Are you still a Swifty? Do you still hate Katy Perry? Are you still a good cook? Do you still experiment in the kitchen and create new dishes? I hope you haven’t failed because so far I haven’t. Do you still create songs, poems and spoken word pieces? Do you still play the guitar? I hope you do because writing is your best defense mechanism. Do you still do create art or write at night because your brain is most active at that time? Do you still like writing things down instead of typing it on your computer? Do you still hate proofreading? Do you still fight for what you want but know how to compromise? Are you still opinionated? I hope you are because it’s better to hold your own.

Maybe you’re wondering why I’m asking you all of these but this is me reminding you of who you are 10 years before, reminding you of your twenty year old self that is full of dreams to reach, in school and near to graduating college. The you who is afraid of the future but still keeps her head high to face the unknown because she likes to discover new things. The you who is so unlucky when it comes to love because she intimidates guys and most of them can’t handle her ; the you who honestly has no idea how some people can bounce from one relationship to another in split of a second because  for you it’s so hard to find someone you legitimately like. The girl who ever so stupidly got herself in trouble because of her curiosity, the girl who always gives her 150% because she likes winning but is able to accept failure because she knows that someone out there is better than her but as long as that person has not arose, makes sure that she is good at her craft, the girl who is caring and is so motherly, the girl who knows how to shift from playful to serious when the situation deems so, the girl who secretly likes riding the carousel  with her sister because it brings back her childhood, the girl who questions herself because she thinks she’s not doing it right, the girl who is obsessed with staying slim because she doesn’t want to go back to being fat, the girl who loves chocolate and black, the girl who likes testing her limits.

I hope that you never forget to breathe when things get rough; I hope that you don’t make the same mistakes that I did today, go ahead and make new ones so you can learn. I hope that you still quickly pick yourself up when you fall, I hope that still know the difference between what can be salvaged to something so toxic.

Stay strong, please don’t let other people’s opinion get into your skin ever again, we both know what happened when I let that happen. Please never forget to smile and pray, enjoy the now and love the people around you. Travel because that’s what I’ve been planning for you, see the beauty of the world and please don’t forget to love yourself because right now, I love me and you and I’m proud to call you and me as myself; I hope you are proud to call I and me as myself as well.

Love,

Me From the Past

Ang Bagay Ay Ikaw

Para kang isang linta nainuubos ang dugo ko sa bawat sipsip mo; kasabay na inuubos ang pasensya, oras at self-esteem ko

Para kang isang bato na napakatigas na noong kinakapitan ko subalit ngayon ikaw ang sanhi ng pagkamatay ko

Para kang kutsilyo na napakatalas dahil ang bawat salita mo tumatagos sa puso ko

Para kang droga na nagbibigay ng panandaliang saya pero panghabang buhay na sakit

Sa ngayon para tayong salamin na nabasag at minayos muli, mukha buo pero di na nagagamit ng maayos; dahil isa kang gago na walang hiyang lumalandi ng ibang babae sa harap ko

Para kang sirang plaka na paulit-ulit kahit na nangako ka na hindi mo na uulitin yun

Para kang walang gradong contact lense; pamporma lang

Para kang baso kaya mo hawakan ang mainit at masarap na kape ko pero pinapaso mo ako

Para kang Lotto, akala ko panalo na ako yun pala pinapa-asa mo lang ako

Pero, alam mo ba ang pinagkaiba mo sa mga bagay na yan?

Putang ina, mahal kita.

Adobo

What is with your hands that makes me crave your cooking so much? I bet a lot of you have asked your lola to cook for you something because no one but her can create the magic taste that your tastebuds have been craving so much.

I wonder what it is with her cooking that makes me always compare the dishes she make with the ones that I eat outside the house. Every person has a different cooking style and have specific tastes to types of dishes that they make, I know this because I cook too.

But when we go out of town and find ourselves catching a meal at local eateries because you know, the best way to find the most authentic tastes are not in restaurants alone, after tasting the area’s specialty I find myself picking a dish familiar to my taste buds and lately I was in Alaminos with my family and bought some viands, while I was eating I can’t help but scrutinize the taste of the food because it was so blunt compared to my lola’s cooking. I was looking for my lola’s Monngo, my lola’s Bisteak and my lola’s Igado.

What is your secret recipe? Love? Oregano? Onions? Magic? I have no clue what is with it but one thing is for sure, the power that food brings is magic. It holds so many memories, emotions and people with every spoonful you eat. Like one time, my lola made her Lomo with soy sauce and butter, I think, and she hasn’t made that in years, I mean literally almost 1 decade. I went down from my room and I can’t remember the look of it but what the hell, I ate it anyways and the moment it hit my tongue I literally cried because nostalgia hit me so hard, it took me back to when I was a fat little girl, who played all day and had no worries in the world and the only enemy I had was my afternoon nap.

She’s the only one who can actually make me eat rice and she doesn’t even know it. never have I ever tasted Adobo better than hers and when she makes her Alamang I shall say goodbye to my diet and hello to 3 cups of rice, and God her Monggo and her variety of Bisteaks most specially her Mechado!! It’s to die for man!

She’s old and we don’t really get along that well but sometimes I think of the future and nobody is forever in this earth, I still have a long life to live and I’m gonna miss the taste of her dishes, nobody’s cooking can ever be compared to hers, nobody can make me crave something like that like her and nobody can make me break my diet ever so willingly the way she does….