He is my Shadow

by: Arnie Dela Mata

The Lord is like my Shadow.
He is always on my side.
He never leaves me.
He always care for me.

God is like my Shadow.
He back-ups me when I'm in trouble.
He entertains me when I'm sad.
And He knows me-inside-out.

But just like my shadow,
I can't notice Him regularly.
because sometimes, i forgot that
I have a shadow and God as well.

I keep my problems alone,
and always stays at home.
Now I want to change it,
And start to make good deed.

bestfriend issue

“Chloe’s newly discovered Bestfriend”
by: Geraldine Miciano

Chloe Smith is a lovely girl with a golden heart. At her young age, 8 she has an extraordinary abnormality in her body, she is prone to sickness. She can’t play, talk so long, and walk so long, even read for long because she might collapse and eventually suffer from pain. Her parents love her so much, Chloe is their only child. Although rich they can’t buy the cure for Chloe’s sickness because it has no cure at all.

Chloe loves reading books, like other kids other kids she’s studying but she is doing it at home with her personal teacher. Since she’s not coming in school she has no classmate and friends, although she considers their maids her friends together with her parents and cousins who frequently visits her at home. Chloe is looking for a different friend, a special one, whom she can laugh and cry with, whom she can tell all her secrets with, who will make her confident when she feel like quitting because of her abnormality, someone she can call her bestfriend.

After years of waiting, when Chloe is near quitting, she reflected and thought that the one she’s waiting has been with her since then. Someone she trust, who knows everything about her and who makes her confident. She discovered that herself is her bestfriend, who has all the qualities she’s looking for.

I LOVE PHILIPPINES

By: Fevie Liel Payuyao

I’m proud to be a Filipino and I love this country. No matter how the others underestimate us, I’d still believe on the wealth and honor of our beloved fatherland.Here are just few of the things you can enjoy ONLY HERE IN THE PHILIPPINES.

ADOBO. The national viand in the Philippines. One of the mouth-watering dishes in the universe. Swear! But aside from this, we can’t also turn down our native Bicol Express, Sisig, Pinakbet, etc. Oops! There’s more! Filipinos also love exotic foods like fried frogs.

HOSPITABLE AND OPTIMISTIC PEOPLE. Despite of the snowballing obstacles and problems that this country is facing to, Filipinos remains one of the happiest people on Earth. They could still smile amidst of storms. They are also known as hospitable and friendly.

BEAUTIFUL TOURIST SPOTS. When God spread beauty in the whole world, Philippines got more than of its fair share. We got many dazzling tourist spots like the Underground River, Mount Mayon, Mount Taal, Hundred Islands and Boracay.

The things I’ve mentioned are not even half of the nicest things in our country. But the simplest explanation why I love Philippines is that---I WAS BORN NO WHERE BUT HERE.

My Little Ms. Valentine
(short story by:Fevie Liel Payuyao)
One sweet valentine afternoon, Megan sprayed herself a scented perfume which she only bought yesterday. Besides, she was also wearing a dress which was barely fitted on her age. Before she left the room, she almost forgot the small box that she wrapped last night and hid under her bed.
When she went down the stairs, Cecile, her older sister, was already waiting for her. No one in the family got a clue if why or what an eight years old little girl would be excited for on Valentines Day.
Ushered by her sister, Megan appeared in the park wherein everybody seemed to be wearing in uniform hue-RED, but of course. With an astounding excitement, she patiently scanned the people around. Few more steps, at last, her eyes caught the man-of-her-dreams and all of a sudden her heart started to do cartwheel.
Neglecting about her age, Megan made-up into her mind that today would be the perfect day to confess about her feelings to Paul. But God had other plan. Paul, who was so sweet as ever, approached them and gave a bunch of red roses to Cecile. Now it was clear to Megan why Paul told her last night on the phone to bring Cecile with her.
The two were now sitting on the nearby bench while the set-aside Megan remained stiff from where she was standing. Her first romance ended at an early hour. Appalled, she ran-away and weeps from a distance.
After a couple of minutes, someone sat beside her and offered her an ice cream. With so much shame, Megan didn’t looked-up instead vowed more her head to hide her wet face. But she accepted the ice cream and in returned, she gave the gift to the stranger which was supposed to be for Paul. The man, who was about ten years older to her, asked why she was crying. With her swollen eyes, she told him that her heart was painful and so bleeding too because of her shattered first love. The stranger laughed-out-loud and told her that it was just a puppy love. Apparently, Megan cried even louder.
“Stop crying. When you grow-up, I promise to marry you or at least someone I wanted for you would do it for me,” he uttered before he left her.
After very tedious years, Megan, a full-bloomed lady now, already moved-on from her embarrassing young love. After all, she already accepted the fact that it was her sister and Paul who were meant to be. No hatred left, she swears.
In fact, just last month, she found the new love of her life.

While waiting for Vince inside the car, she sighted a very familiar box from a corner which made her heart beat faster. When he finally came, Megan couldn’t believe what she saw on Vince’s right hand. It was exactly the customized bracelet she was supposed to give to Paul that she also later gave to a stranger. She couldn’t be wrong.
“Where did you get it?”Megan asked. Vince just smiled and whispered, “Believe it or not, I’ve got it from you.”

Ako Ay Pilipino, Sa Isip, Sa Salita at Sa Gawa

Ni: Manuel D. Cinco
Dahil ang ating paksa ay tungkol sa pagmamahal sa ating bansa, hayaan niyo na ako ay magsalita ng ating pambansang wika, ang wikang Tagalog, dahil hindi naman maganda kung ang paksa natin ngayong linggo ay tungkol nga sa pagiging makabayan ngunit ang ating gagamiting salita ay wikang banyaga.
Paano nga ba masusukat ang pagmamahal sa sariling bayan?
Para sa akin, ang mga sumusunod ay sapa na upang masabi kong ako ay makabayan, hindi lamang sa aking mga sinusuot, kung hindi na rin sa aking ginagawa, iniisip at winiwika:

Una, makabayan ako kapag kahit na mismong maliit na alituntunin ay aking nasusunod.
Pangalawa, hangga't maaari ay iniiwasan kong magsalota ng ingles, hangga't maaari ay wikang tagalog ang aking binibigkas.
Pangatlo, sa paggalang sa ating watawat at sa pagbibigay pugay sa ating pambansang awit, sa panahon ngayon, maraming kabataan na ang nakalimot ng ating pambansang awit, malamang, kapag tinanong mo sila, ang sasabihin nilang pamagat ng kanta ay Bayang Magiliw.
Pang-apat, sa pagsasabuhay ng mga kaugaliang Pilipino na nagpapakita ng pagiging masipag, masinop at kaaya-aya. Iniiwasan kong maging ningas kugon at maging utak talangka. Paano nga ka nga naman magiging mapagmahal sa iyong bansa kung mismong kababayan mong umuunlad ay pipigilan mo at hahatakin pababa.
Pang-lima, ang pagsuporta sa sariling atin. Hindi lamang sa mga produktong gawa sa Pilipinas, kung hindi na rin sa mga Pilipinong nagbibigay sa ating bansa ng karangalan sa kahit na ano pa mang larangan.
At panghuli, dapat ay ating tandaan na ang pagiging makabayan ay hindi lamang nakikita sa mga kasuotan, sa musikang pinapakinggan, ang pagiging makabayan ay nakikita sa pang-araw araw na pamumuhay, kung paano natin pahalagahan ang bawat isa at kung paano natin tulungan ang bawat isa, at ang huli ay kung paano natin isabuhay ang mga kaugaliang Pilipino na ating ipagmamalaki kahit saan mang panig ng mundo.

AKO AY PILIPINO, SA ISIP, SA SALITA AT SA GAWA.

Who is the presidentiable that really loves his country? (profile reviews)

by: Arnie Dela Mata

The campaign period has already started. Nine names are on the list for presidential slot. Nine names that claimed that they showed their love for the Philippines. But the question is... Who is the presidential candidate that really loves his country?
Noynoy Aquino. "I will not be a thief!" a statement that shows his love for the country.
JC Delos Reyes. He wrote an article 'Servant Mothers Humble Nation-Builders.' Its an evidence that he is centered on solving family problems of the country.
Erap Estrada. Since he was a former president, we already knew how big his love for the country and it doubles because he is running again for the same position.
Dick Gordon. “My name is Dick, but I’m not a ‘tator’, a statement that says that he won't be inferior to everyone. He loves his countrymen and never thinks his a boss.
Jamby Madrigal. She is the only lady who will run for president. She courageously attacks her male opponents using her thoughts and facts, but it ruins the situation.
Nick Perlas. He shows his love to our country by keeping the environment clean and green.
Gibo Teodoro. Gibo has a mischievous humor and loves to chat with people. It means that he will solve the problems of the country by listening.
Bro. Eddie Villanueva. A servant of God that promotes peace for the country.
Manny Villar. His political advertisements centers on solving the poverty. It shows that he really loves the low-profile Filipinos.
*After reading this short profile review, you may conclude who is the presidentiable that really loves his country.

Love Our Own!

By: Ronald Habana Jr.

Let me start off with these lines from a classic patriotic song... "Ang bayan ko'y tanging ikaw, Pilipinas kong Mahal..." A great song composed by the great Francisco Santiago who's the Father of Kundiman. A heartfelt song to show love for our native country, but is this century-old song still reflects the perception of the Filipinos to its nation nowadays? As time went by and as our land became such interest of colonialism to such big countries, our minds as Filipinos were influenced by these strong cultures to such point that we forget our own.

Much to our disappointment, many are still being influenced by other cultures specially the Western as we are, now in the 20th century being called as such "westernized people". Its a shame that we Filipinos are finding such hard time to love our own, while many (surprisingly) foreign people are finding our culture interesting that they are being driven to study and live in our own native lands.

Yes, there is a great number of Filipinos who are being influenced by these widely patronized culture but in many ways there are still proud and genuine Pinoys who are not afraid to shout out that they are Filipinos and that they have and will always LOVE our own.

I'm happy that together with the wave of time, the new generation of Filipios are finally starting to realize that the Philippines is one great country, one that a person could be proud of even with the many problems and difficulties it is facing, even as it is a Third World Country and even it has such controlled rulers. I'm happy that even the Filipinos are being supressed and that they are being taught to patronize such aliens and their culture, many are still fighting for the sweetest and most gratifying prize: being a Filipino.

“An Odd Way of Celebrating Valentine’s Day”

by Geraldine H. Miciano

Usually couples celebrate Valentine’s Day by going out, getting to romantic places, spending the whole day together. The guy will spent so much money just to buy an expensive bouquet of flowers with sweet chocolates and then give it to their partners. Some guy will rent restaurant making the place so romantic just to please his girl. And others have different styles to surprise or make their partner happy. As in A for effort for the preparation.
But here’s an odd way to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Me and my boo share the same sentiments regarding Valentine’s Day. Those different styles in celebrating Valentine’s Day we call it “The Cheesy Valentine’s Day.” We are not against couples making that day so memorable and romantic; we thought doing the opposite makes us unique. Hehehe !
During Valentine’s Day, Yup we spent the whole day together, me reading a novel of Julia Spencer Fleming and him cleaning our apartment and re-decorating our house making it suitable for me and my cousin. The way we celebrate the Valentine’s Day may Sound So weird, but hey Love it..

If I could turn back the time

Short story by: Arnie Dela Mata

One day, a 8-year old girl named Risa felt on the ground after sliding at the playground. A 9-year old boy named Johnny helped her to stand. From that day, they became friends. Every 3pm, they played on that place; from slide to swing, to mary-go-round, to seesaw. They spent most of the time with each other, until Johnny wishes on the tree beside the swing, "This tree is witness of our true friendship, I hope that we will be friends forever."

The next day, they heard of reconstructing their street, even the playground will be pulverized. They have nothing to do, but to do nothing. They leave the next day, after taking them away forcefully by their parents. Johnny gave Risa his wrist watch, that is for him is a sign of a never ending friendship.

Ten years later, Johnny using his own car, tried to return to the place where the playground is, but he accidentally hit the dirty and mentally-illed woman crossing on the street. The woman rolled on the car's bumper, until the drops of blood fell. Johnny leave his car, and try to check the woman. In his first look, he noticed one familiar thing on the woman - his wrist watch.

“FIRST LOVE”
(A Mcdo Commercial Review)

By:Fevie Liel F. Payuyao

Most of the commercials were forgettable. Let us admit it. Like me, I could only remember my favorites.
Speaking of my favorite commercials, of all, I would swear that the one which left its deepest mark was that of phenomenal McDonalds Philippine commercial. Though the storyline was obviously endorsing their products, at the same time, it was a sort-of reminding the viewers of their first love. For me, the commercial was more than the-fries-and-the-icecream-thing. It must have touched every heartstrings with its very simple plot.
Who could forget the very first time the two adorable kids met, tagged by their mothers in a fast food chain? While the song “ Ang Huling El Bimbo” by Eraserheads was playing, the shy-little boy dazzled and bemused to the pretty-little girl who dipped a strand of fries into the icecream and so he also tried. Apparently they became friends. Then after a long time, they were grown-up and met again in the same place. The boy was so glad finally seeing the girl again but he looked even more disappointed discovering that she had already a child with the other guy. In the end, he just ate his fries like the old times and uttered that even if he and the girl gone through separate ways, she was still his first love.
Oops… enough for storytelling. If you’re still unfamiliar with this commercial, maybe you should surf it now and see for yourself. J

The Kiss, A Happy Ending

A short story by Ronald Habana Jr.

Daisy and I broke up. The relationship only lasted for months but I was okay. Being dumped was never that easy: there were no tears, no locking up on my room, no hatred. Since then I started thinking of the girl that made me this strong. I wonder, How's Rose doing?

It's been two years of nothingness. I was floating in the airs of my dreams. I can't move on, I didn't want to. I thought of seeing him but there were no ways, but I have got to end this. Give me one day God and I swear to you I will end this misery. Only one day.

I got up early, went to my favorite coffee shop at eight, It's a loveless Valentine's Day for me.

Funny, how this morning when I woke up, all the tears that I've cried last night and all the stressful thinking didn't create an effect. My morning was very calm. As I walked outside, I noticed that red filled the streets, heart-shaped decors were hanging everywhere. I almost forgot, It's Valentine's Day. I went in to an old coffee shop where there I saw someone, someone from my past. I was chilling, a bit shocked, my hands were shaking, whimsical thoughts filled my head as I slowly walked towards the man sitting on the third table.

I was slowly sipping my coffee when the door flung open, the bell of the door's ringing made me look and then I saw this face. I can't believe that I'm seeing this face again. It had never changed, that angelic pleasant face that I once phraised. She was slowly walking close towards my table as I put down my cup. Our eyes were still locked at eachother. She sat down and broke the silence.

John? Is it really you John? You look good. You... I stopped at that moment as I was being held by that soft hands of him.

Rose? How are you? I can't resist it, I can't hold it in anymore. I started touching her cheeks. Then I said I missed her and that I was still thinking of her after Daisy and I broke up. I still wanted my Rose. I wanted her back. I just wish it's not too late.

It's not, John. Two years I spent thinking of what I have done to you. I blamed myself, I still love you and it had never faded.

Though I must ask this again, Why? Why Rose? She answered crying.

Because that time you were blinded by the thought of a perfect woman, of a perfect love, of destiny and of happy endings. I got afraid.

There isn't. There is no such thing. Yes, I've learned that from you. I was still holding her cheeks. Rose, I'm sorry it took so long, I'm sorry that I kept you waiting. I..

For the past minute, I didn't allow a word from his mouth to enter my ears. I was just staring at his lips.

That feeling! When I first met Rose, it was brought back by that kiss. And now I have to take it back, it's not such a loveless Valentine's Day afterall.

Today is a Loveless V-Day, and counting...

By: Manuel D. Cinco
Today is February 14, Valentine's Day, a special day for couples in a relationship.

Dating, flowers, chocolates and dinner, it's been this way for several years.

Today, marks another loveless Valentine for me. It's been three years ago back when I was still in high school when I last have a special someone. Since I stepped in college, I haven't been to any serious relationships, not even one lasted for months, all were disastrous, and all are just for fun. I really haven't been into a serious bond since 2007.

And now that I am in third year, I have no plans to commit in any relationships, I really won't. Why? Because i am not just ready for one. I won't be able to commit myself.

I am just happy to be single, and I am happy to see the one I really liked and loved the most to be happy, even if she's not paying any attention to me, even a little. I am happy just to see her smile each day and my day is complete every time I saw her smile at me.

Today is another loveless V-Day for me, and I'm sure that for the coming years, this day will replicate itself for me. I won't commit to any relationship until I am ready and until I am willing.

The Things That I Gave You

A short story by Ronald Habana Jr.

I remember that smile, that sweet smile that captivated my eyes. It brought about a hundred sparks of diamonds that almost blinded my sight. I swear to God I saw not a girl but an angel. Her pink cheeks with little freckles, her smoldering big blue eyes, her shiny teeth and button nose; how endearing, how pleasant.

But Rose, my love, I sent you flowers, you did not glance. I wrote you letters, you didn't respond. I befriended your friends, you showed not one care. Those boxes of chocolates that almost starved me to death just so that I could buy for you didn't seem to please your lovely face. I dedicated a song for you, but your ears were closed. I made a fool out of myself just to make you laugh, but the smile that I once saw did not appear in your face I considered angelic. The gifts that I gave you in every occasions didn't even please you. I made poems, stories, songs for you, I juiced my brain just to come up with a creative yet original composition dedicated only for you but you did not spear a time to read all of them.

I thought you were a robot, such lifeless being; no emotions, no fantasies, no love. I gave in. I let go. I gave up on you. Took the time to be miserable. Cried myself to sleep. Locked up in my room. I despised you. I never should have loved you. Such sparks faded away, no chills, not a thing at every glance to your devilish face with your ugly teeth, and your ugly skin. Looking in your eyes made me sick. I hated you Rose.

And now that I finally moved on as I wasted years pleasing you and making myself belief that even for a nick of time you'll get to know me and like me, love me back, I found another. Daisy made me feel that I'm loved, I'm being cared and that I'm special. It's like destiny meeting Daisy as I gave up on a Rose. But then I found out that you never dated anyone, never seen one after my long desperation for you. Someone told me you were waiting for someone else. Someone from the past. Who this might be? The boy must be lucky. Though sometimes I wish I was that one. At times of doubt whenever Daisy really love me, the thought of having Rose in my life simply brings back the chills. I must admit, Rose, my first love will never be a daisy.

Those Things You Gave To Me (The Reply)

A short story by Ronald Habana Jr.

I loved the flowers you gave to me, the smell of the red roses simply soothes my senses that I just savored the time by closing my eyes and fantasize. Those letters you sent me, I read every night before I sleep. My friends loved you, very thoughtful, caring, nice and gentle young man. And I know those chocolates cost a lot that I ate only few and saved the others as day by day I took the pleasure of having only one.

That song you once sang and dedicated to me was my favorite of all the love songs that I have heard, hearing every lyrics and feeling every emotion felt as if you were softly touching my chest and capturing my fast-beating heart. Your jokes, you funny man, made me laugh and jumped right off my seat. And how can I forget those gifts wrapped in expensive wrappers with such lovely bows on it, every occasion was just as special as your presents. Though no one ever noticed, you were the most creative and artistic person I have ever met in my life, those poems, stories and compositions made me feel how deeply your adoration is for me.

I loved you eyes, your expressive brown eyes tell me everyday as I look into it how much love is transcending. When you bite your lips at every foolish moments, when you do your goofy laugh and that funny sob. Your cute little ears and your pointed shiny nose, your messy hair and your handsome squint. I loved almost every bit of you my dear John. But how am I supposed to tell you when you were always blinded by the very flesh that covered the real me.

You were blinded by the thought of having such angel would be very impossible yet you were desperate to have one. Your eyes were filled with diamond sparks that didn't allow you to see what really is the kind of diamond that was lying there beside you. You were patient yet for a small period of time. I'm sorry John that you gave up. When that time came and you asked that question, I didn't answer. You broke down. You started hating me. I only kept waiting. You did not pass the test. I was left with nothing.

And now after it all, you asked once more. I answered. What you wanted me to say to you that day was the thing that I wasn't sure of with you, that time.

Who is my first love?

by: Arnie Dela Mata

Wow. What a very personal question to answer. But like anyone else, of course I have my first love. Just to answer this question safely, I'll tell you that my first love is myself. Sounds funny but it makes sense. I can still remember an African saying that says "Don't trust a naked person if he offers you a shirt."

The message of this quote is for each of us in the world. It tells us to love yourself first before telling others you love them. Just like what I did. I loved myself first, that's why those people around me feels that I love them and I treasured every moment spent with them.

But, what is my truthful answer to this question: Who is my first love? I may tell you it is God, or my Mom or Dad, but seriously speaking, there's a girl I love before. It is during my elementary days. Who is she? Sorry, but I don't want to elaborate more.

First Love

What I Thought About First Love
by:Geraldine H. Miciano

Being clueless about something, a person tends to just assume what it really was.
When I was young, I use to like being a doctor. I admire everything about medicine, that’s why I assumed medicine is my first love. So when I was admitted to the College of Communication and took up Journalism I was unhappy, because of the fact that me being a doctor is now an impossible thing. But then I realize that Journalism is not that bad, and in fact I’m starting to love it.
How did I say so?........Simple, I’m keen to know and discover more about the course and I’m very willing to learn more and improve my styles in writing. I get mad when a good journalist is insulted.
First love is…………..how much you hated someone or something at first, you will still find ways on how to love it, and when you love it you’ll treasure it and improve it.
There’s a big difference between admiring and loving.

A CHILDISH LOVE

By: Manuel Cinco

First love?

As far as I can remember, the first time that I felt love was when I was in Grade 2, and yes, I was just a young boy when I felt it. I can’t remember the name of the girl but she was my schoolmate, I was at section 2 and she was at section 1, in other words, we are just a wall away from each other.

I can’t explain what I felt during those times. What I know is that I don’t want to miss a day in school; I don’t want to be absent, just to see her.

It felt stupid for me because I was always the first pupil to arrive at our school, pasikat ika nga. I was always the first one in each class’ line, because she too is the first one in their line. I really want to see her, all the time.

During our flag ceremony early in the morning, I would always take a look at her in way that she wouldn’t notice it. I always had to look at her at a secretive manner, because I was too shy and I don’t even want my classmates to know it because for sure, they will laugh at me.

I felt it for a whole year, the feeling of first love. It was a year that I felt that I was very inspired to go to school and participate in every school activities so that she can notice me.

I really felt that she is the one for me, even at a young age. That is what you call PUPPY LOVE.

The next year, when we turned to grade 3, I was vey happy to know that I was moved to section 1, I was hoping that she will be my classmate this time, and alas, my wishful thinking came true, we were in just one class, and what made it even sweeter is that our teacher made the two of us seatmates, and with that, my feelings for her even grew bigger, and everyday, I am energized to go school early, do what our teachers would ask us and participate in every class and school activity.

As months passed by, we became good friends. I was able to make myself comfortable along with her. We became good friends because in every class activity, we two are partners or if not, we are included in just one group.

It felt crazy when one time; it came to my mind to my mind to tell her what I feel, but I was hesitant and afraid for what she is going to say. I asked my older friends for advice but they all laughed at me and told me that I was too young for that thing, and it made my mind clear, I am just a boy and I was too young that time for love related things, and it wouldn’t help if I will tell her.

As years passed by, I and my first love have gone our separate ways and still, up o now, I haven’t told her what I felt for her during our childhood.

Remember your "First Time"

By Ronald Habana Jr.

Young Love! This is what GMA has to offer to its viewers for this season of love!

Remembering the times when you first met your first love, when you talked to your first best friend and when you made your first sweet kiss with your first love simply bring back that smile in your face and that spark in your eyes. Reminisce as you formed your first bond with your fisrt barkada and as you go back to the times when you made some of the biggest mistakes of your life, your bittersweet experiences with your first love, your most embarrassing moments at your first day in the class.

The teleserye takes it setting in high school as it was considered the turning points of our lives. It features a group of teenage friends as they move along through the many aspects of their life, difficulties, struggles, differences, happiness, friendship and the one thing that binds them, love.

It also highlights a love triangle brought about by two best friends that shared the same interest with one girl. What's unique with this triangle is that they are all teenagers and that this love is being developed in the four corners of the classroom.

Remember all of your "firsts" as the newest teleserye hits the hearts of the many on February 8, 2010 starring the network's promising young actors Barbie Forteza, Joshua Dionisio and Jake Vargas.

The Filipino Way of MOving On

The Filipino Way of Moving On?
By: Geraldine Miciano

Moving on? So understandable, yet misunderstood by many.

Being in love is a feeling most people desire. When you’re in love you are inspired, you can turn a beggar into an admiring princess or can make a beautiful poem out of nothing.

They say the saddest thing is the latter part “BREAK-UP”, everything falls down to pieces and you shed a lot of tears. Well,,,,,,,many think that break-up is the latter part but it’s not, it’s moving on, that’s part of the cycle.

Funny how Filipino moves on, after the break-up they would want to be alone every time listening to love songs, while reminiscing their happy times together, then cries! Crying most of the times! and looking miserable.

They say it takes a lot of time to heal a broken heart. Daaaaaah! It will really take a lot of time if the process of moving on is like that! Moving on doesn’t mean looking miserable.

How to Mend a Broken Heart?

by: Fevie Liel F. Payuyao

Does it seem just yesterday both of you were discussing about engagement, marriage and endless love but the very next day he/she all of a sudden wanted nothing to do with you? And there you go now, totally absurd and devastated. Here are some tips to carry-on.
CRY. Merely, it’s the first aid. Remember that a mother always tell her kid to wash the wound on his knee so it would be easily healed. Though the cut in your heart seem to be much painful than any external wound, a good weep would help for you to carry-on.
CALL A FRIEND. It’s a tradition! No one shall be left lonesome in despair. Find your friend with the warmest and nicest shoulder to cry-on. That’s why friends are made for. Right?
GO-OUT! The more you mope in your cave, the longer time you could recover. Come-out and discover how many interesting people you’ve missing to meet.
GET A LIFE. Make yourself busy to divert your attention from reminiscing the bitter past. Spend your time wisely in doing the things that captures your interest the most.
MOVE-ON. Maybe, it’s not easy but it’s possible. Moving-on is not an overnight process but as soon as you overcome it, better days would come to follow.

I hope that the above tips could help you to deal better after getting a disarray love story. Just keep in mind that there's no such thing as forgetting only acceptance.Ok.