So for the Drama

He cheated on you, he dumped you, blah blah, then what? Show me a grin honey; it’s happened to almost everyone. Whether it’s been a cute summer fling or half a decade romance saga, there’s always that relationship hang over you need to outlast in order to carry on with your life.

Ssshhhh… I know… it’s such a barrel of pain. Losing someone you thought would be what most people call “the one” feels like falling into a black hole where there’s no way out. It even hurts a lot more when you invested and expected too much from your relationship that would just suddenly end up in a burst of a bubble. Take it from someone who’s sworn to abstain from dating forever—well, okay, for at least the next few months, because of the insensitivity and self-centeredness of almost the entire male race. I have my reasons, just to clarify.

It really is so ironic when you feel out of the loops and get into the constant questioning of “Why? Why? Why?” but still force your brain to infect itself with the so-called ‘how-we-ended-amnesia.’ Then, when seeking the gal’s gospel advices, you continuously utter the “I-don’t-want-to-be-his-friend-cliché’ but still get the urge to call him late at night to just hear a few seconds of that graceful baritone. You go delete his number from your contacts list; but oh please, you’ve memorized it way better than the country’s national anthem. For months you always find yourself staying late in bed, nibbling that chocolate bar you didn’t know contained 150-300 calories, because you keep skipping your meals just like how heartbroken teenage girls do in television soaps.

(What? Did I just hit you?)

There are billions of stories from billions of girls but everyone agrees that sure it’s hard to do, but it’s definitely not impossible to overcome; and it all begins with believing you can hog the limelight once more and enjoy for the second time around.

Truly, getting out of a relationship is indeed very wearisome that’s why you always need to give yourself time, not to wallow in self-pity but to cry and emancipate all the angst; but then, bear in mind that you must also learn when to say “Enough!” Depression can indeed be very debilitating if you allow it to consume you.



Getting out of the pit is easier said than done. For now, everything seems hopeless and helpless that nothing anyone says or does could help fit the tattered pieces perfectly, or so as it seems. Let the past stay there—what was can never be or will be. Just learn to accept present realities and don’t hang on to maybe’s and what if’s. Remember, where you are is where God wants you to be. There is still that long and fabulous runway to strut, and listen, guys are never the antidotes who we couldn’t live without! You don’t belong to anyone else but yourself. There are more things to relish rather than mulling over the jerk who never even deserved you in the first place. Go get that makeover and shopping spree, then show the world your whole new repaired persona. Realize that the prize to be won is you and from this very moment, don’t you dare allow anyone to ever again let you think less of who you actually are.

You are loved, beautiful. ;-)

XOXO,
♥Andi Dandi♥

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Straight from the Jar

I sit and wait in a café, staring at what seems to be an endless pattern of chocolate brown swirls, anticipating the clock to finally strike 7pm. A woman right in front of me whose favorite color would be anything but baby blue and whose eyes enveloped with thick black, false eyelashes that never at all fail to annoy opened my eyes to a reality—time has been speeding up lately. Before I would know it, I too, may become one of those coffee-sipping women who are overly dependent on their monthly face-lifting sessions. Yikes.

Just last month, I celebrated my 18th birthday and after days of browsing through dictionaries and thesauruses, I still haven’t succeeded in finding the exact words to describe how it went. Fun? It was more than that. Seamless? Not quite.

I look back and recall how it was for me way before I was shorter than my wooden cabinet, seeing how adolescents seemed to be really in their prime by the time they get their first pimples. I look at myself now and get humored by the idea that at eighteen, I still enjoy a good laugh while watching Disney princesses’ movies when I thought I would already be bothering about what companies to apply to, or what specific careers to take. Am I still stuck in my realm of castles and flying unicorns? Will I be ready for the massive, scary world that waits?

Thinking of all these, I feel a knot in my throat as I am pressured to mature in an instant. It’s as if I am obliged to already know the answers to a six-year-old’s question about the purpose of existence and all that jazz, when I honestly, do not. I get so consumed by the fretfulness of knowing whether or not I’ve learned enough things normal 18-year-olds would. I wonder why I still pick a catty fight with my sister who’s only a fifth grader when I’m supposed to have graduated from that act several years ago. Most of all, I question myself why I despise the idea of learning how to line up to pay the electricity bill and rather enjoy my life blowing bubbles and eating peanut butter straight out from the jar.


Yes, for a while I started trying to think, feel, and act as a grown-up. I put up that solemn visage and began becoming more serious and profound. I did get rid of some of my foolish infantile stunts; but, at the same time I was losing that one thing I choose to believe matters a lot—myself. Oh boy did the whole ‘play adult act’ bore me and I knew I wanted to see the end of it. I didn’t want that once wild and carefree spirit within me completely fade away. I realized that I shouldn’t be living in the past nor the future; but, in the present. I literally smacked myself on the head to recognize that I’m only young once and I should make the most out of this moment that will never again return. I need not to worry much about tomorrow; it will take care of itself. All I actually have to think about is that I should be glad that even up to this age, I am still able to see the world in Skittles’ colors and not in dull sepia shades. I am not afraid to declare that I will continue to play silly, I will still have my share of boo-boos , I will keep in mind that maturity does not have to be forced, and yes, I will still eat peanut butter straight out from the jar. ☺

XOXO,

♥Andi Dandi♥