“Save for the distance, you two are PERFECT for each other.”
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(Disclaimer: I just wanted to repost something to break the monotony of my millions of surveys and this seemed like a good article. The opinions herein do not necessarily reflect the views of Uneditedmara. It’s just all for a good laugh (and perhaps some introspection).)
It wasn’t so long ago that Facebook was only for college students at fancy schools. But these days it’s for everyone. And by everyone that means work acquaintances you don’t necessarily want to share your life with, friends from college who will tag you in inappropriate pictures and high-school classmates who will spam you with the details of their young children. And, of course, everyone inevitably includes ex-girlfriends.
So what should you do when an ex reaches out and sends you a friend request? Read how friending your ex can result in a miserable cyber-life or wonderful, real-life sex, after the jump.
Reasons to accept an ex’s friend request
Friending an ex proves to all of your Facebook friends, as well as to all of her Facebook friends, that whatever the circumstance of the break-up, you are now cool with it. Then if you are able to follow that up by never again using Facebook to contact her, YOU WIN AT DATING.
If you have any desire to get back together with an ex, whether it be for a couple hours or an extended period of time, gaining full access to her Facebook page will provide you with a plethora of information that can be stealthily used to make this happen.
While friending an ex can result in an ex-girlfriend and a current girlfriend friending each other and “comparing notes,” there is a slight chance it could go down a completely different way. A little something the French like to call a ménage à trois.
Reasons to click ignore, or let it sit indefinitely in your notification box
Did you know a man in England stabbed his estranged wife to death because she changed her Facebook marital status to single? OK, so this isn’t quite the same, but the bottom line is that one day you’re throwing a lighthearted seasonal ham icon at an ex, and the next day her crazy new boyfriend is coming after you with a very real knife.
Maybe your ex is now dating someone who is clearly more aesthetically pleasing than you, and you have yet to begin dating someone clearly more aesthetically pleasing than her. In the past this was a scenario a mature adult could deal with. But if you friend her, you will find yourself drunk at 3 a.m, toggling through photos of the attractive new couple at various glamorous events. And weeping.
Or maybe your ex will upload photos of you making out then tag you to them, thus infuriating your current girlfriend.
Or maybe your ex updates her profile constantly, so every time you log in you end up reading about her.
The point is that there are a lot of ways, innocent or not, that an ex can make your online life miserable.
If at any point during your relationship with your ex you thought to yourself, “Man, this chick is completely insane,” you should probably refrain from inviting her into your delicately balanced cyber-world.
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OTATS Magazine Launch Party and Tattoo Exhibit
Takaaki’s Bar at Macapagal Road, HK Sun Plaza
(in front of seaside Dampa)
February 27, 2009; Friday
Entrance fee: Php 150 WITH ONE FREE BEER
Featuring: Loc, Dfp, Gayuma, Bagua, Balatek, Heavenly Host, Mithi, Even, Cosmic Love, Nalalato, Kulam, Krazy Kyle, Sunny Bandila, Mike Kosa, Dcoy and many more.
Tattoo Exhibit starts at 5pm onwards.
Get inked on the spot while you jam with the hottest acts in town!
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TARA? 
I’m sad. That’s the end of that, then. We’re never going to talk to each other ever again. For the rest of our lives. Somewhere between four lines, there’s a really sad story to all of this. But I’d rather keep that to myself, if none of you mind. *opens a bottle of wine*
I HAVE AN EXTRA TICKET (FRONT AND CENTER), ORCHESTRA.
BEE MY DATE?
(Or you can just buy it off me. We don’t need to be on a “date” or anything.)
Atlantis Productions Inc., the producer of Hairspray, Avenue Q, and Rent,
kicks off its 10th Anniversary Season with the Tony Award winning musical
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
For SPELLING BEE, Atlantis has gathered a stellar cast of some of the country’s finest musical theatre performers including Joel Trinidad, Cathy Azanza, Carla Guevarra-Laforteza, Felix Rivera, Rycharde Everley, Noel Rayos, Thea Tadiar Everley , Johan dela Fuente and Pheona Baranda.
SPELLING BEE is a hilarious tale of overachievers’ angst that chronicles the experience of six adolescent outsiders vying for the spelling championship of a lifetime. Through the course of the competition, they learn that winning isn’t everything and that losing doesn’t necessarily make you a loser.
Each night SPELLING BEE will also feature two audience volunteers who will join two surprise celebrity guests who will join the cast as on-stage guest spellers. Each new foursome guarantees a new set of hilarious and unexpected experiences – making each night a truly unique and unforgettable experience.
SPELLING BEE is directed by Bobby Garcia, Choreography by Chari Arespacochaga, Set Design by Tuxqs Rutaquio, Lighting Design by Johnsy Reyes, Costume Design by Twinkle Zamora and Musical Direction by Jojo Malferari.
This show is on March 21, 2009 at 8PM
at the Carlos P. Romulo Auditorium, RCBC Plaza, Makati City.
That time is upon us again. And I can’t help but feel a little nauseous (though I do hope that’s just the beans I had for lunch and not another bun in the oven). HA HA HA! Chalk one up for me in the “making things more awkward” column! Oh you know what time I’m talking about. That day when even the strongest single sheds an invisable tear because they’re technically not seeing anyone right now who they can’t have obscenely expensive dinner with and make googly-eyes at over a candlelit table. Can’t you just taste the palpable bitterness in the air? Aaaah. I love the smell of broken hearts and dashed dreams in the morning. It’s .. minty. *beams*
But to make things less dreary (and take some people’s minds off /wrist *coughClinicallyInsanecough*), I propose we play a little game. Wheee~! Yes, this game would be better played if we all were in a circle and fully naked with a few good shots in us, but over the internet will have to do. (Unless you’re really excited at the prospect of that party and decide to throw one of your own in which case, please don’t forget to send me an e-vite. I’m so there.)
Phrases and things most likely to be uttered in and around S.A.D. (Single Awareness Day) aka Valentines Day aka Stab My Eye With A Rusty Nail Day. See if you can identify who’s most likely to say what. *takes a swig of tequila* GO!
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Bloody hell!
Te amo.
She’s the perfect girl for me. I just can’t stand the temperature in __________.
I luffs Sharky!
*keeps quiet, keeps on drinking*
Jag älskar dig.
At least I know I look like sex that night.
Has anyone posted pics? With Mara’s exposed panties?
I’m so fucking horny. You busy?
I fuckin’ love you.
I want to be romantic.
No, I’ve changed. More than you’ll know
You’re the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I can sleep soundly at night. Without you I am empty.
What about love? What about morality?
I think you should move on. I think we both should. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop loving you though.
Who wants to see me topless?
So, how do YOU deal with it?
I love you too!
I want someone to want me.
FISTING?! FISTING?!
I want to eat pepperonis off your body.
You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.
Long distance sucks.
Catch my disease.
Sucky-sucky! Fay dollah!
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TIME’S UP! How well did you do?
ACK! A heart!
*stomps*
*squishes, splatters*
(He)art work by Marian Bantjes
I’ve been refreshing my Gmail account since 6pm.
It’s already 845.
This is my 150th press on the F5 button.
*sighs*
WHY WON’T HE EMAIL ME BACK?!
*sobs uncontrollably*
GAWD. This meme stressed me out! It took me a while to reach 25 but here it is. (X-posted in Facebook)
1. I have no cousins (on my dad’s side).
2. I get a little obsessed with office supplies.
3. With books as well.
4. And movies.
5. Gummi bears is my movie snack. ‘Cept for the greenies. They taste like peanuts.
6. I am deathly scared of having a bad fashion sense that’s why I’m ALWAYS in black.
7. I want to be massaged so very badly but I just think it’s weird that a random person touches me. For a price.
8. I have a 32 oz Big Gulp (of Coke) almost EVERY DAY.
9. Jellyfish.
10. I like being in awkward situations. In fact, I like to make them MORE awkward.
11. I think I’m awesome. No, really.
12. I hate paper bags. Unless what’s inside them is obscenely expensive.
13. I don’t go to the gym. Or do any form of exercise.
14. I always walk away learning some thing from a movie. Even if it did suck stinky ass.
15. YNWA!
16. I’m pining for Wicked .. longing .. aching ..
17. Every time I get heartbroken, I return to one love, Mark Escaler.
18. I’m a badass mofo when it comes to giftwrapping.
19. When we were little, my sister stole money from me to buy Yakult for herself and all the
neighborhood kids. This is why I hate Yakult. And my sister.
20. I like taking scalding baths/showers. No matter what time of day.
21. I have yet to go on a proper date. Shut up.
22. I want to be part of Bam Margera’s group of friends.
23. When I’m really, really, really pissed, my default album is The Sickness.
24. Instead of ellipses looking like this, “…”, mine deliberately looks like this, “..”.
25. I want to be one half of a power couple. Not quite Brangelina, but a couple that is clearly destined for greatness.
It was bound to happen,
the end of an era as I knew it,
the passing of time,
the turning of the tides.
I’ve called it a different thing everytime,
but it always means one thing.
I’ve romanticized it,
and glamourized it,
but in the end, one stark truth
stood out:
It was a Goodbye.
Much as I want to stay blissfully
carefree, I’m being forced to grow up.
I’m being forced to handle things
without the whimsical optimism of a little kid.
And (long, deep breath) it’s tough.
But for my sake, for our sake,
I’ve got to toughen it out.
I’ve got to start handling things
more maturely.
So, I’m squaring my shoulders,
stepping back with great difficulty.
The fantasy is getting frayed
around the edges,
and though a large part of me
will still (forever) hold on to the dream,
the truth rings loud and clear:
it’s time for Real Life.
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Truths from Whoopsydaisies
In light of the recently concluded Australian Open that left Roger Federer in tears and Rafael Nadal cooly accepting his 6th Grand Slam victory, I felt it time to have a beefcake buffet courtesy of the Association of Tennis Professionals.
Rafael Nadal, The Victor
The arm that’s capable of throwing me around.
Roger Federer, Swiss Miss
I’m far from impartial on THIS Swiss.
Andy Roddick, The American Dream
A yummy all-American boy 
Marat Safin, The Russian
OH, HELLS YEAH.
Hummuna, hummuna, YOWZA!
I don’t know about you but I kinda wanna pick up a racket and get back into shape. If only instructors were as hot as these and wouldn’t mind teaching me in the nude. Oh, wait. Y’all know what’s gonna keep me all sweaty tonight!
