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It occurred to Kristel and I one afternoon that our meager sweatshop writer earnings are barely enough to fund our rock star dreams. A few rejected alternate career ideas later, we did some mad brainstorming and decided to co-author a smashing lifestyle blog together. So today, we proudly present to you…

NO GIRLY DRAMA

No Girly Drama is more than just a blog where women “spill all” and “speak out”. We are not the blogosphere’s self-proclaimed version of Cosmopolitan and Sex and the City. You won’t find any hormonal girly ramblings here, nor are we going to talk about our periods and how we hate it when the blood forms gooey clots and clumps on our sanitary pads. We discuss dating, relationships, friendships, work, and everything female-related in its raw, non-sugarcoated form.

Our goal is to provide some sort of girls comprehensive guide to making it in the Real World. Because unlike Reality Bites, you don’t get your happy ending when your hot yet emotionally immature guitarist friend suddenly announces that he’s been madly in love with you all this time. Sometimes your well-meaning girlfriends don’t have the heart to tell you that the guy you’re seeing is a total prick and that you are a prize idiot for being a megabitch to the only decent guy who’s fallen in love with you in ten years. Well, that’s what we’re here for. We believe in being cruel to be kind. Sometimes all you need is for the truth to be placed in the worst possible form in order to get up, get your ass moving, and get on with your life.

The inspiration behind No Girly Drama is the way my girl friends and I treat each other when we come a-cryin’ and a-wailin’ with romantic issues. Most women have this annoying tendency to be too nice to their girlfriends when it comes to matters like these for fear of hurting their feelings. Well, we discovered that putting the truth in the worst possible way can drastically change someone’s perspective and bring them crashing back down to earth.

Case in point: I damn near fell in love with this pretty Pearl Boy last summer. When I showed my friend his Friendster profile, all I needed to come back to my senses was an innocent, offhand remark: “Ahh, so this is Mr. Likes-To-Be-Sandwiched-in-Between-Girls.” Then I started noticing all these annoying things that decreased his market value in my eyes, like the popped collar, the hip-hop artists in his iPod, and the fact that he is sandwiched between two girls in practically every photo in his Friendster. He’s not a bad guy, really. But put it this way: if the College Me saw the Summer Me traipsing around with a guy who pops his collar, I would have disowned myself if I could.

No Girly Drama also works like an advice column on gender-relation issues for girls as well as boys. Kristel and I may be young, but we’ve never had a shortage of WTF experiences, particularly when it comes to dating. And while we run around like headless chickens when it comes to our romantic dilemmas, we’re actually pretty damn clever at helping fix other peoples’ messes. So send us your questions! Eventually we’re going to run out of topics to blog about. :P

Oh, and link exchange, anyone? :D

Please don’t expect too much of it since I’m obviously new to this thing, and I have no clear idea of what I’m going to be podcasting about. :P Maybe it’ll be a blog, but in audio form, or perhaps I’ll read out some of the things I’ve written before. I’m not entirely sure.

But visit, visit anyway! :D

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I’m typing this in the dorm room I now share with my sister. Yes, I finally live within walking distance to school again. XD I like having my own room at home and all, but Makati is just too damn far and aside from thesis, I’m going to be busy with extracurriculars this school year. I haven’t realized how convenient it is to be dorming until just recently. Now I wish I had done this last school year. o_o

So it’s the night before the first day of the last year of my formal education, and it feels strange to be standing on the edge of adulthood. I can’t believe that a year from now, I may not have enough time to waste way in front of my PC playing Ragnarok Online. My mind will be occupied with serious money matters instead of how I’m going to avenge myself from the asshole player killers on the server. I can’t believe I’m not a kid anymore. I can’t believe that after this year, I have to seriously start making something of myself and my life.

Sometimes I think that children should be left to fend for themselves instead of being coddled and protected at home. For twenty years now I’ve always had breakfast on the table every morning, a nice roof on my head, and free shopping money every now and then. A year from now, I’m going to have to make my own breakfast, pay for the roof over my head, and save up money for new clothes. I don’t think I’m as sheltered as my conyo counterparts, but while dorm life is a life of semi-independence, it’s still not the same as being on my own. My mom still buys the food and pays for the rent. If my childhood was spent growing up in the wild, at least I wouldn’t be feeling scared shitless about leaving my comfort zone and joining the jungle that is the real world.

Then again, all of that won’t happen until ten months from now. Guess I’d better enjoy and savor my last year of school as much as I can. This is something I will never have again.