So, part 3 accounts for all of my relationships previous to my current one.
One thing is for sure, this one is the best of all!
Lawrence Arnold Estrada - Arnie to his Aussie friends, Lawrence or Oren to family and friends, Banee to moi :)
Well, we actually first got introduced through an ex-friend/workmate of mine. My blog readers would probably be familiar with the complete story of how that whole relationship with the ex-friend went but for those who are not, check it out here.
To cut the long story short, Arnie and I started talking over the phone first and got to know each other a little better. The funny thing is that the first thing we found that we've got in common is our taste in music - would you believe, Metallica?!? Hahaha!
We decided to meet up and have dinner somewhere. We felt the attraction from the start and found so many other things that we liked about each other. Sparks flew, and here we are now, 7 years down the track, happily engaged, and about to get married.
Going back to my younger years, I never would have thought that I would be meeting my future husband in Melbourne, let alone that he is also a Filipino. How amazing is that?
Arnie is someone whom you would not label a typical Filipino man. He cooks, he cleans, he does the laundry, he irons, he pampers me and he works really hard. He is very confident with himself and is not afraid to speak his mind. Being older than my 29 years (he's already 38), he has experienced so many things that has left him wiser and more mature than any man my age. I have never met anyone like him. He makes me very happy and content with everything that I have now. He is my rock, my support system aside from my mum, and is someone that I am sure will stick by me till the end of our days.
I love this man so much and I am so excited about the wedding!
10 more months to go...
*****
On that note, our wedding website is now up for viewing! Please feel free to have a look around and constantly check it out for updates. I will be placing a permanent link on my sidebar.
Cheers and have a great week!
Showing posts with label Boys. Show all posts
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Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Kiss and tell part 3
So, a short recap of what happened so far in part 2...
- Went to a Catholic girls' school
- Had relationships with several girls
- Broke some one's heart
So, I'm back in my old Alma mater. Mum's reasoning? An all girls' school was making me more obnoxious and naughty. Hahaha!
Because I was sort of a "new" student again, I was required to take summer classes as a prep for my sophomore year. There, I met a few students from different year levels. It was actually fun. I made friends and enjoyed being with students who are just not that into studying but were more into partying and the like.
It was here that I met one guy who was no longer studying in the school but was visiting with a friend. Let's just call him R (again). He was not bad looking, although not as remarkably cute as the first R that I went out with. But one thing I have to grant this R... he was an excellent kisser and he had such a sexy voice!
Man, oh man, the places we made out in! Just thinking about it is making me laugh so hard because of the gall and how shameless we were! We just didn't care at all! The relationship, of course, didn't last. It was, after all, just a "kissing relationship", no substance or depth whatsoever. It didn't even last a month for as soon as school started, we broke it off. All the while, there was this other guy by the name of Harold that was sort of courting me but didn't come to anything. He was lazy with everything - school, courting - it just wasn't worth it. Too bad, since he was so cute!
So throughout high school, I had a boyfriend every year. Hahaha! Ang landi!
My boyfriend in second year high school, H, was a sweety. He was a gentleman and nothing - absolutely nothing - happened between us. No kissing, no hugging, nothing. It was amazing. He was like a boyfriend by name and that's it! We were more like friends, nothing more. We broke up amicably.
In third year, another guy came along. I shall call him D. He was a nice, sweet, handsome man. He was a year older - in his fourth year of high school. The relationship was, let's just say, intense. It got too intense for my liking that I broke it off with him during the first few months of my senior year in high school. We were 11 months into the relationship, he was already in college. I got scared. I guess being just 15-16 years of age, I wasn't ready to go that deep into the relationship. I understood that he was older and may have needs that I am not ready to provide as of yet. I just don't want to get into a situation where I would have to give up something I am not prepared to... you know what I mean?
So, in my fourth and last year of high school, I decided to have a relationship with someone who was younger for I thought it was much safer. Hahaha!
David, my bestest friend, was really a boyfriend before we became great friends. Our relationship was great, close to the ideal. He was sweet, attentive, a gentleman, and we had a great time together just hanging out or playing games at the mall after school. I was never bored with him and he got along so well with my friends. He was really an amazing guy. With him, I felt the kilig again. The relationship was not as intense as with D. I never felt pressured into doing anything with David because we just had fun as is. I guess one of the reasons why we're still great friends to this day because we shared a lot of good times together.
David was also what you would call a bit of a player, although he never played around when we were together. You could say that he learned to treat women really well because of me. I was his first girlfriend and I kind of defined the how's and why's in a relationship for him. And what do you know? It actually works! It's just amazing to see that women are falling for him left, right, and centre. And you know what? When he's in a pickle, he still asks me for advise.
Haaaay... I miss him! How I wish he makes it to my wedding...
Okay... so obviously, we broke up after I went to college. The distance was killing the relationship and it wouldn't be fair to David to have him tied down to someone at such a young age. It was a amicable break up and we parted as friends for real. Of course, I found myself entering a relationship which, in hindsight, I really wasn't ready for. I guess my mistake was I should have just enjoyed my single hood for I was never single for a long period of time, the most being 6 months, since I started dating.
It was my first adult relationship. My blog readers would probably remember that I would go on and on about how I regretted that relationship. It's been awhile. I am 29 and I am getting married soon. I can honestly say I am over it and I don't really regret being in that relationship. In fairness to the guy (whom I shall not name and have never named in this blog), I did love him and there were great times between us. Like my friend Ryan said, we were good for each other at the time. I have learnt a lot from the relationship and it helped me become the person that I am. I wish that person nothing but happiness and the best of luck in life. I hope that he finds true love like I have...
...Which comes to my current relationship... the man that I am about to marry, Lawrence Arnold Estrada...
...to be continued...
Friday, March 30, 2007
Kiss and tell part 2
So, I'm stuck in an all girl's school for a whole year - first year high school. It was quite a shock to the system, considering I have been going to a co-educational school from the very start.
Never in my life have I seen so many "bois" around. You know the type, girls acting all boyish and cool and stuff, struting around like they own the place. There was one group of juniors who were targeting young, naive froshies like myself and trying to get into a "relationship" with them.
I think the "lines" they used were as follows:
Hi! Anong pangalan mo?
Cute mo! On tayo ha?
Hahaha! Come to think of it, napakababaw diba? Even boys wouldn't have the audacity to do such a thing! Such chutzpah! Hahaha!
Of course, nagpakagaga ako at kumagat naman! Hahaha!
The stupid things you do when you're young!
But it wasn't with that so-called girlfriend that I experienced my first ever kiss from a girl. It was with a classmate who was cute as a button and as sweet as apple pie.
Her name was Sharon.
And she caught me unawares one day and just planted one straight on my lips, right in our classroom, in plain view of all our classmates.
And boy, did that cause a ruckus!
Turns out that she liked me and that was the only way for her to grab my attention because I was such an insensitive cow - and it did, alright!
We became an item soon after that.
It was quite addicting, kissing Sharon. She was sweet, she was eager, and she was in love with me. She would pass me notes every single day with short but sweet messages. The relationship made such a difference in the way I saw things. I came to realise that you fall in love with a person not because of their gender but of who they are. Yes folks, this early on in my life I have embraced and accepted my bisexuality.
Pity it didn't last for there were many others vying for her attention. She was THAT hot, and she fell for me first! She didn't want to let go of me, for I broke it off with her first. It was getting ugly - girls were actually being nasty and harassing me every single day to break it off with Sharon. At first I didn't want to, but I was so young back then. The concept of "fighting for love" was foreign to me and nasty rivals was something I never encountered before. I got tired of the harassment that I broke Sharon's heart.
And I'll never forgive myself for that.
She became quite a brash party go-er who went with anyone who asked. I feel like I am to blame for her sudden change of behaviour. I should have fought for our relationship.
I went from one relationship after another. There was absolutely no substance in all of them, no kissing, nothing at all. It was just a relationship by name.
And then I found myself falling in love again.
Her name was Russell, a senior CAT officer who was cool as a feline in a show. She was a brilliant singer, an excellent guitar player, and a fantastic friend.
We never had a relationship, but we had an excellent friendship. She never found out about my feelings for her until she graduated and I left to go back to my old alma mater.
Yes folks, I went back to co-ed territory after a brief stint in all-girl purgatory.
And that was where a lot of interesting things happened!
To be continued...
Never in my life have I seen so many "bois" around. You know the type, girls acting all boyish and cool and stuff, struting around like they own the place. There was one group of juniors who were targeting young, naive froshies like myself and trying to get into a "relationship" with them.
I think the "lines" they used were as follows:
Hi! Anong pangalan mo?
Cute mo! On tayo ha?
Hahaha! Come to think of it, napakababaw diba? Even boys wouldn't have the audacity to do such a thing! Such chutzpah! Hahaha!
Of course, nagpakagaga ako at kumagat naman! Hahaha!
The stupid things you do when you're young!
But it wasn't with that so-called girlfriend that I experienced my first ever kiss from a girl. It was with a classmate who was cute as a button and as sweet as apple pie.
Her name was Sharon.
And she caught me unawares one day and just planted one straight on my lips, right in our classroom, in plain view of all our classmates.
And boy, did that cause a ruckus!
Turns out that she liked me and that was the only way for her to grab my attention because I was such an insensitive cow - and it did, alright!
We became an item soon after that.
It was quite addicting, kissing Sharon. She was sweet, she was eager, and she was in love with me. She would pass me notes every single day with short but sweet messages. The relationship made such a difference in the way I saw things. I came to realise that you fall in love with a person not because of their gender but of who they are. Yes folks, this early on in my life I have embraced and accepted my bisexuality.
Pity it didn't last for there were many others vying for her attention. She was THAT hot, and she fell for me first! She didn't want to let go of me, for I broke it off with her first. It was getting ugly - girls were actually being nasty and harassing me every single day to break it off with Sharon. At first I didn't want to, but I was so young back then. The concept of "fighting for love" was foreign to me and nasty rivals was something I never encountered before. I got tired of the harassment that I broke Sharon's heart.
And I'll never forgive myself for that.
She became quite a brash party go-er who went with anyone who asked. I feel like I am to blame for her sudden change of behaviour. I should have fought for our relationship.
I went from one relationship after another. There was absolutely no substance in all of them, no kissing, nothing at all. It was just a relationship by name.
And then I found myself falling in love again.
Her name was Russell, a senior CAT officer who was cool as a feline in a show. She was a brilliant singer, an excellent guitar player, and a fantastic friend.
We never had a relationship, but we had an excellent friendship. She never found out about my feelings for her until she graduated and I left to go back to my old alma mater.
Yes folks, I went back to co-ed territory after a brief stint in all-girl purgatory.
And that was where a lot of interesting things happened!
To be continued...
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Kiss and Tell part 1
I apologize in advance for the very candid nature of this post. Just think of this as a post-valentine treat :)
Amidst my seemingly worldly ways, I am very inexperienced when it comes to the sexual dealings of men and women. I have only been "physical" with two men, the first one being a mistake. My total inability to express myself sexually was only rectified a few years back when I started dating my dear fiance (soon to be husband). But there is one thing that I have always liked since I was a young girl of 13.
I absolutely love kissing.
I would not pretend to be some delicate little China doll because the truth of the matter is I have kissed heaps of boys... and girls too - done during my young, experimental stage. Kissing to me is the most intimate of all acts, more so than sex. There is a reason why prostitutes charge extra for a kiss because this is one performance you cannot possibly fake.
Kissing isn't just about lips touching and tongues dancing merrily. It's the pressure, the breathlessness, the gentle touches and sometimes wayward hands. I've had my share of kisses - sloppy, dry, sucky, tongue wrestling - you name it, I've done it. Kissing is definitely on the top of my list of things I love to do!
My first kiss was, as any first kiss is, very sweet and short. R, my first boyfriend, is a year younger and a couple of batches lower in school. I was 12 when we first kissed and it was electric. Going back to the days when kissing does not always constitute sex, all I had to do was remember the feeling of our kisses and I would be rendered useless for the rest of the day, just day dreaming and wishing for another kiss. R was a great kisser. He was sweet and always kept his hands to himself. We were together for 11 months and when we weren't playing sport (real sport like basketball to the pervs out there :p) with friends or chatting over the phone, we'd go to our secret spot in school and kiss for hours. What a simple life I led back then.
As any young love story, we thought it would last forever but alas it wasn't so. I had to go to high school and he was left behind to complete elementary school. I was heartbroken and never thought I would love someone else. I always hugged the Garfield doll he gave me from his trip to the States one summer as if I'm in mourning.
A month later, I got into a one month "kissing" relationship with a neighbour whom I really didn't like but just wanted to snog - oh boy, was my mum pissed off!
I got sent to an all-girl Catholic school for my first year of high school - according to my mum, it should instill discipline. It was a culture shock - from a school full of obnoxious, sometime perverted, boys to a whole school of skirts - I was freaked out! But it didn't last long...
Amidst my seemingly worldly ways, I am very inexperienced when it comes to the sexual dealings of men and women. I have only been "physical" with two men, the first one being a mistake. My total inability to express myself sexually was only rectified a few years back when I started dating my dear fiance (soon to be husband). But there is one thing that I have always liked since I was a young girl of 13.
I absolutely love kissing.
I would not pretend to be some delicate little China doll because the truth of the matter is I have kissed heaps of boys... and girls too - done during my young, experimental stage. Kissing to me is the most intimate of all acts, more so than sex. There is a reason why prostitutes charge extra for a kiss because this is one performance you cannot possibly fake.
Kissing isn't just about lips touching and tongues dancing merrily. It's the pressure, the breathlessness, the gentle touches and sometimes wayward hands. I've had my share of kisses - sloppy, dry, sucky, tongue wrestling - you name it, I've done it. Kissing is definitely on the top of my list of things I love to do!
My first kiss was, as any first kiss is, very sweet and short. R, my first boyfriend, is a year younger and a couple of batches lower in school. I was 12 when we first kissed and it was electric. Going back to the days when kissing does not always constitute sex, all I had to do was remember the feeling of our kisses and I would be rendered useless for the rest of the day, just day dreaming and wishing for another kiss. R was a great kisser. He was sweet and always kept his hands to himself. We were together for 11 months and when we weren't playing sport (real sport like basketball to the pervs out there :p) with friends or chatting over the phone, we'd go to our secret spot in school and kiss for hours. What a simple life I led back then.
As any young love story, we thought it would last forever but alas it wasn't so. I had to go to high school and he was left behind to complete elementary school. I was heartbroken and never thought I would love someone else. I always hugged the Garfield doll he gave me from his trip to the States one summer as if I'm in mourning.
A month later, I got into a one month "kissing" relationship with a neighbour whom I really didn't like but just wanted to snog - oh boy, was my mum pissed off!
I got sent to an all-girl Catholic school for my first year of high school - according to my mum, it should instill discipline. It was a culture shock - from a school full of obnoxious, sometime perverted, boys to a whole school of skirts - I was freaked out! But it didn't last long...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Daniel love 2
At the risk of getting Harry Potter fans' parents angry, here is another pic I saw from the promotional shots of Equus. I lifted the photo and caption from today's Sydney Morning Herald.
Daniel Radcliffe and Joanne Christie are seen in the stage play Equus.
Photo: Reuters
I can't believe that some parents think that Daniel's parents have made a grave mistake by allowing their son to take on this wonderfully mature and dark role. Please, give the boy a break. He's an actor for crying out loud! Some people are so hypocritical. Kids nowadays have sex in such an early age. I believe we should educate them rather than hide them behind rose-coloured lenses. Daniel is no longer a child. He is a 17-year old who is turning 18 - a young adult - in a few months. We should congratulate Daniel on his efforts to grow as an artist. I don't want him to turn to another Macaulay Culkin!
As for me, allow me to drool... for a second or two before I get jailed for mentally molesting a minor :p
Daniel Radcliffe and Joanne Christie are seen in the stage play Equus.
Photo: Reuters
I can't believe that some parents think that Daniel's parents have made a grave mistake by allowing their son to take on this wonderfully mature and dark role. Please, give the boy a break. He's an actor for crying out loud! Some people are so hypocritical. Kids nowadays have sex in such an early age. I believe we should educate them rather than hide them behind rose-coloured lenses. Daniel is no longer a child. He is a 17-year old who is turning 18 - a young adult - in a few months. We should congratulate Daniel on his efforts to grow as an artist. I don't want him to turn to another Macaulay Culkin!
As for me, allow me to drool... for a second or two before I get jailed for mentally molesting a minor :p
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