gone are the days

i have been listening to my favorite bunch of kikays in the podcast for over 3years now. and today's topic caught my attention and got myself into thinking... the episode is entitled 'dear favorite ex'. we are not unearthing anything from my past... sorry to disappoint you! =P

there was a point in the conversation where an entry said, #DearFavoriteEx, isn't it enough you unfriended me in facebook? you even had to block me?

i sighed a relief. i am somewhat thankful that at this day and age when everything is dependent on social media, i am done with such shenanigans.

allow me to be a bit nostalgic here. i remember it was year 2001 when i get invites to join friendster and was told to 'accept' their request. back then, i guess the standards of social dominance relies upon the number of friends that is connected to you and how much posts you get. geez i can't even remember how friendster worked anymore. hmmm i think pictures and messages were the important features for me then. the thing i hate about it is the 'people who has viewed you' feature. yeah, its flattering that guys were checking me out (aherm!), but of course i had to be careful not to peek at other people's profile. hello, stalker alert haha!

year 2009, i deleted my friendster account. too much unpleasantries and woes. i joined the world of facebook and started anew... new friends, new memories, new disposition, new circles. we mature (you think?!), and became responsible social media participants. the dynamics evolved a lot over the years. 

and going back to the podcast episode, i am moved to post an entry... just for fun. 

#DearFavoriteEx, i didn't want to say i told you so, but i told you so!

blowing bubbles

whenever i see a gumamela flower, it sends me back in time when we were little girls, playing near the shrubberies and picking out gumamela leaves and flowers. we would remove the stalks and sip the sweet juice for it taste good as candy. i can't really remember if it does taste sweet.

of course our main goal was to really make a bubble mix using the flower and leaves. we would smash them with a rock then put them on a tub of water. then we would get the thinnest walis tingting sticks *broomstick* and tie them up to a knot and will be used as the bubble maker. out of frustration of not achieving the right texture of the gumamela bubble mix, we sneak in at our laundry basket and scoop some detergents, without our mom's knowledge hehehe!

i think most of us experienced this during our childhood years way back in pinas... i'm seeing a lot of heads nodding and grins in your faces right now. =D