25th Burpday

Nakakainis yung pakiramdam. Nalaglag na lahat ng tinidor sa bahay namin pero wala pa ring bisitang lalaki na dumadating.

Hindi naman ako “No Boyfriend Since Birth”.

Eros Xerxes Photography Reviews

READ OUTLOUD. VINDICATED

Beware of Eros Xerxes Photography

To understand what this is all about, check out http://www.femalenetwork.com/girltalk/index.php/topic,254355.0.html

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So, you have read appledapple1′s complaint. Now that you are checking out my blog, it means you are INTERESTED to learn more about Eros Photography.  Here is my stand.

I am a legitimate person and not just another faceless nickname whenever I give out my feedback online.

To the forumeros/forumeras/bloggers/ or simple usiserong nakikialam, if you do not want to be called mudslingers, better identify yourselves with complete names, addresses and professional affiliations. Never hide in the cover of anonymity especially when giving negative feedback.  It is in this premise, that I encourage appledapple1 (I hope I spelled it right) to publicly introduce herself/himself JUST LIKE WHAT I DID.

I am no spammer. As you can see, I only have one post here and this would probably be the last.

My events are all covered by Eros Photography. The studio provides very affordable packages not only for weddings but for various events. ONLY Mr. Eros Xerxes Astillero and his four sons are the photographers of this studio. The five of them  can handle up to four (4) weddings in a day [to the thread starter,  is this the "back up" team that you are talking about?].

The younger Astilleros, who are between 22 to 30 years old, were personally trained by their father in professional photography since their puberty. I heard one of Mr. Eros Xerxes Astillero’s sons is currently a student of  the Ateneo Graduate School of Business.  So, I do not think someone in his/her right mind would jump into conclusions that an Atenista, and mind you, a well performing student,  is a “drug addict”. 

Furthermore, “saludo” ang office namin sa services ng Eros. Mr. Astillero is very approachable. Madali silang kausap, in fact, Clients can even call him at his personal mobile phone number. Mr. Eros Xerxes Astillero is also very particular in putting all agreements in black and white including which weddings require his presence.

Ill written works deprive brides-to-be from getting a very good documentation service for their big day. Wedding magazines have awarded Eros Photography as one of the Wedding Experts numerous times already.

Lastly, please keep this thread longer. The more you create buzz online, the better for Eros Photography. Now who is talking about damage control?

If you want to interview Mr. Eros in person to ask about what really happened, you may do so. Mr. Eros Xerxes Astillero of Eros Photography reviews feedback from his clients. He is always on top of the situation. He can readily answer your questions.

And YES, Eros Photography is the one of the studios in the Philippines who can offer 50 percent discounts to clients who will book during the bridal fair. Now that’s being affordable!

If you want to further stalk on Mr. Eros Xerxes Astillero and try to compare his works, check out http://www.facebook.com/weddingsateros.

Same day edit videos of Eros Xerxes Photography can be found here: See it for yourselves!

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Bloggers are not journalists. So I am not expecting positive [and respectful] feedback from them.

How to bounce back from a really bad day :)

When thrown into a lions’ den, subtly insult the lions, even if they verbally devour you mercilessly, their pride won’t endure your insult, tell them that they were chosen for “di na nga raw ‘yung mga taga-X kasi magagaling na raw ‘yon, kaya kayo na lang daw” …

witness their pride bleed as they mentally scamper for quick wit…alas, if it takes them more than 3 seconds to reply, even if they attack you with all their malicious fangs, you’d know, your pain is (very) short lived (nothing that a good meal or a jovial text from someone who matters won’t cure), while the pain you inflicted on the lions will still be present until the end of the year (or until whatevs concerning the basis of your insulting remark conclude).

2012 resolution: If I can take the worst, I can take the risk.

“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don’t cheat with it.” Ernest Hemingway

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“If you’re in trouble, or hurt or need – go to the poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help – the only ones.” John Steinbeck.

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Bubog at Obaryo

Pira-pirasong bubog ang bumabaon sa talampakan ko sa araw-araw na pagtahak sa landas patungo sayo. Ilang libong tinik ang ayaw kumawala sa bawat lunok ko sa pait ng bawat minutong lumilipas na hindi tayo nag-uusap. Ngawit na ang mga braso ko dahil kumakapit ako sa pangakong mawawala rin ang kasungitan mo. Di na kita maaninag sa kapal ng pader sa pagitan natin.

Dumadaan ang isa, dalawa, tatlong araw na parang hindi mo ako nakikita. Minsan gusto ko nang itigil ang pagbibilang dahil habang tumatagal lalo akong nasasaktan. Para akong higad na ayaw mong hawakan ni tignan.

Ano bang pinandidirihan mo sakin? Ang mga benda ba? Ang magulong buhok? Ang sakit na patuloy na pumipinta sa aking mukha tuwing ako ay gagalaw? Ang nakakadiring pagdurugo ng sugat tuwing ako ay babahing? Ang nakakairitang tanawin tuwing namimilipit ako sa sakit? Ang patuloy kong pagtawag sayo para tulungan akong tumayo o umupo? O ang nakakabugnot na pagising sa madaling araw para sa mga gamot ko?

Napapagod ka na ba? Ako kasi naghihintay pa rin ng sagot mula sayo. Sabi kasi nila ang paghihintay ay para daw sa mga nangangarap. Ang paghihintay ay para sa mga tulad kong naniniwalang may magandang wakas para sa lahat ng tao. Pangarap kong bumuo ng pamilya kasama ka pero mistulang nakatali ito sa lubid ng walang-katiyakan. Katulad ng mga obaryo ko, napipilay na rin ang pag asa kong magkatuluyan tayo.

Habang tinatanaw ko ang paggpapalit ang araw at buwan sa bintana, inaarok ko ang desisyon mo kung matatanggap mo ba ang sitwasyon. Kapag pinagmamasdan ko kung paano ka umiiwas sa mga yakap ko, para rin akong nauupos na kandila. Kahit hindi ka magsalita, nakita ko kung paano sinisira ng pangamba ang relasyon natin. Hindi ako makakain sa sobrang takot. Duwag nga siguro ako dahil pinipili kong itulog ang lahat nang sa ganun hindi ko mapapansin ang pag-usad ng bawat oras.

Kung tuusin, abot kamay ko lang ang langit. Pero bakit kapag hahakbang ako para pumunta dito, bigla nalang itong naglalaho. Naiingit ako sayo dahil araw araw nakikita kong andun ka kasama ng mga laruan mo. Sinasamba mo sila sa pedestal na gawa sa perlas, diamante, at ginto. Inaalalayan mo ang mga ito ng mga bulaklak na humahalimuyak sa pagmamahal. Samantalang ako, umaamot ng atensyon. Naghihintay sa trono kong gawa sa gulagulanit na karton, sunog na kahoy, tansan, bubog, at raper ng chichirya. Isang payasong inaanod ng sariling luha. Binubuhos ang pagmamahal sa iilang sulyap.

Sabi ko darating din ang araw na kakayanin kong ibigay ang mga luhong gusto mo. Pero kahit ang mga piping hiling ko ay mukhang wala ng halaga ngayon.

Kagabi, pinakain mo sakin lahat ng masasakit na salitang di ko naisip na masasabi mo. Wala kang pakialam kung nakakasugat sa lalamunan ang mga bubog o kung gumuguhit sa puso ang mga tansan. Sa gitna ng mga nagliliparang gamit at salita ay ang mga sumbat na pinalilipat tulad ng kutsilyo. Isang daang libong piso lang pala ang halaga ng buhay ko sa mga mata mo.

Kung kaya ko lang silaban ang sarili ko para sa perang hinahanap mo, nagawa ko na. Ganoon kita kamahal. Nakakalungkot na nagalit ka dahil akala mo, pinili ko ang halaga ng laruan iyon kaysa sayo. Mali ka. Ikaw ang pumili dito kaysa sa pagmamahal ko. Talo ako ng walang kalaban laban. Hahayaan kita kung saan ka masaya.

Masakit kasi sinoli mo ang regalo ko sayo. Alam mo bang lakas ng loob at kapal ng mukha ang pinuhunan ko sa laruang yon? Sinabi mo sa harap ko na kapag may nakita kang bago kakatuwaan, papalitan mo agad yung binigay ko. Pakiramdam ko ng mga sandaling yon, para akong basahan. Inapakan. Parang nagpalit ka lang ng damit kung makapagpalit ka ng desisyon. Naisip ko, kung ang laruan ganoon mo kabilis iiwan, papaano pa kaya ako? eh diba, mas mahalaga sayo ang laruan mo? Gaano mo kaya kabilis itatapon ang pag ibig ko? Bukas kaya may puwang pa ako sa buhay mo?

Paulit ulit sa diwa ko tulog man ako o gising ang tanong mong “gusto mo bang gawin kang prinsesa?” Oo naman. Lahat siguro ng babaeng tatanungin mo, ayun ang sagot sayo. Pero bakit pagdating sakin, pakiramdam mo, wala akong karapatang maging prinsesa?

Kinalimutan mo na ang taong sinaktan mo ay may mga demonyo ring nilalabanan. Dumudugo ang puso pero nagpapakatatag. Sinusubukang bumangon mula sa putik ng awa at kawalang pag asa. Pinipigilan ang pagbuhos ng luha. Binubuo muli ang gumuhong respeto sa sarili. Inaalis ang panibugho sa bawat babaeng nakikita niyang may anak, sabay sabing “kumpleto ako kahit walang anak.”

Kagabi, lahat ng ginawa ko para makabangon muli ay nabale wala. Nilublob mo ako sa kumunoy na isang buwan kong pinag aaralan kung paano tatakasan. Tinignan ko ang sarili ko ng punong puno ng awa. Nanliit ako sa hiya sa pamilya mo, nanghihina ako sa gutom, at namimilipit ako sa sakit ng tahi ko. Balang araw, ang mga bubog sa trono ko ay magiging pera. Tatapatan ko ng pera ang utang na loob ko sayo. Tatanggalan kita ng karapatang laitin ang buong pagkatao ko.

Isa dalawa tatlo. Tama na ata ang pagbilang, tutal sabi mo tanga ako. Hindi lang sa numero kundi pati sa buhay. Tama ka nga. Hindi ko nga kayang solusyunan ang problemang “ikaw + ako =”

Pagod na akong maghintay ng pagbabago. Tatahimik nalang ako. Iipunin ko na ang lahat ng kalat sa sarili. Ibabaon sa lupa. Hahayaang mabulok. At sana, balang araw, isang bulaklak ang tumubo sa lupang binaunan ng ala-ala ng [pinangarap] kong prinsipe.

Day 8: Letter to someone you drifted away from

Dear “K” (You know who you are. No need for second thoughts),

A good friend once told me that if I get bored in one of my travels and I have no one to talk to, no one to call, or no one to exchange sms with, then I have a lonely life.

Little did that person know I have always been alone. Since you left our friendship, I have always been sad. I have lost count of how many days I secretly cry because I eat alone. I read alone. I go home alone. All of these things I used to do with you during happier times.

I know you read this documented piece of my everyday [mis]adventures. You must be an avid follower, filling up my comment box like there is no tomorrow. It puzzles me why you do all these things. It takes so much effort to digest what I dump in here. Why do you want me back in your life? In the first place, it was you who left the friendship. It was you who took me for granted. It was you who chose someone else. Another girl whom you thought will be a far better friend than I am.

I have waited for eternity to slap you with this – YOU WERE WRONG then when you chose her years ago. You committed another mistake for keeping her until the present. I hate both of you because you kicked me out of your life in exchange of a fake graduation medal. You robbed me of the opportunity to make good memories in my teenage years. I hate seeing the photos of you together because I will forever be reminded that in your eyes, I am only as good as a far second choice.

I hate it, because I miss you. I miss our friendship. I cherish the memories we had. The good laughs together. The psychic sessions, the sleepovers, the lunch meal sharing, the ketchups, the twin drinks! They will never happen again. I will never allow you to hurt me again.

Since the moment you linked your facebook wall to mine, I never had a good night sleep. I am a good judge of character and my friends stay with me for long. I am talking to you now because of them. No matter how hard I try to brainwash them not to like you, they would always give you the benefit of the doubt. I cannot say no to my friends. They are the ones who picked me up after you left me. It has been six years.

I do not like the idea of seeing you again. There is this internal battle in me. I want to embrace you and tell you how much I care. But in every step I try to reconcile with you, my heart takes two steps back. No need to trust a traitor again. I am not required to hurt myself.. [again]. There is no use to love you again. There is no need to be nice to you in our class reunions.

After all, at the end of the day your heart tells you that I do not matter. I cannot believe there is such a thing as unrequited love for friends. Maybe we are the first case. There is always the “first” sample.

Love,
Me.

Day 7: Letter to a person you wish could forgive you

Dear Hacker,

The first guy I befriended must have hurt you so bad you came back from the grave and lashed me out.

It has been six years. All your online records show how obsessed you are in destroying me and furthermore the tiny reputation left after what you have done. Are you not gone tired of hacking my email accounts and robbing my bank numbers? I have lost count how many instances I have to deal with angry professionals hating me every second of everyday.

Are you not tired of painstakingly scanning my email contact list just to guess who’s who are included in my network?

Please forgive yourself. I have already forgiven you. I hope someday you will find the reason to stop all these crazy psychotic stalking.

You can never be as good as me. The person you truly want to love you is the same person I truly would never want in my life.

Blessed 2011 to you.

Day 6: Letter a person who caused you so much pain

Dear [You],

Until this day I could not absorbed what happened to our friendship. What could have blossomed into a sweet sisterly love turned out sour. What prompted you to betray me and your husband when you are in fact under oath to be loyal to both of us?

What is in my ex that made you want to leave your husband and child? You have just gotten married [ex]friend when I introduced to you my then boyfriend!

It no longer matters who pursued who. The fact still remained that you are married with a child and yet you plotted plans to snatch your sister’s happiness.
Had we not discover this betrayal early, what could be worse that seeing your college best friend – married with a six month old child, in bed with your boyfriend?

I hope this will never happens to any of your loved ones. Sometimes karma works so fast there is no need for me to plot revenge.

I can never forgive both of you. You two deserve each other.

Day 5: Letter to your Ex

To you “bird brain” I sing a portion of this song..

“And the award for the best lie goes to you, for making me believe that you could be faithful to me.. c’mon let’s hear your speech..” – Rihanna in Take a Bow.

I wasted three years of my life with you. Those were the most forgettable days of my youth. I left a relationship that has long been dead way even before it started. I will forever be the one who got away.

You still lie awake at night wondering why the best person you could ever have had left you. The very thought of the heartbreak has torn you into pieces. Raking your soul every second while nibbling on the lost opportunity both in wealth and in romance. You were blinded by your selfish ego, making yourself believe that you were heaven’s gift to women when in fact there is nothing else interesting on you except your towering height. You stepped upon a person who truly cared about you, the very woman who stood with you through thick and thin. There was not a single word of appreciation from you. I summoned all my will power to throw you out of my life.

Funny thing was that, it was too late for you to realize that you have let go of a rare gem. Your crocodile tears would never send me back to you. I am vindicated to see you crying over spilt milk.

The most painful part of this betrayal was your admission that it was all just a game. That you were just intrigued with my “achiever” nature and viewed me as your biggest trophy. It came a big surprise when certain spies informed me that you were and still are weeping over me.

All our common friends saw it all over your facebook wall. Your 2010 favorite theme song was heartbreak station. Yes I took the last train out of your heart. Yes, I am already gone. I could only take a certain level of betrayal in a lifetime – you gave me three folds of my threshold level. You did not deserve to be happy with me. You did not deserve the unconditional love that I gave you. You were such a parasite.

In the future, when I see you in family gatherings, be prepared to receive a spit right in your face. You are disgusting.

Good luck to the next lady. May she bring you to hell and I hope she will never send you back on earth. May the whore slice your ball millimeter by millimeter, eating your dreams and turning them into nightmares.

I vow to make you think of me every freaking moment of your life. I will make you regret what you have done. You will halluciate on the thoughts of what could have beens. I vow to make you scream my name especially when you are supposed to think of the next girl.

The best revenge is let you and that girl end up together. You truly deserve each other.

From me.