In case you wanna know, I’m not Marian’s fan. I know that for the second consecutive post, I’m mentioning her. But I’m not really a fan—more of someone who wanted to hate her because I envied her, but then little by little the hatred became admiration. Pero parang sa definition na ‘yan, fan nga ako. Ahehehe. Sige na nga, fan na kung fan.
So what flipped the coin? Because I followed her on Instagram. When I started to follow her, I still hated her for many things: for “stealing” Dingdong Dantes, for being beautiful, and for being popular despite her numerous grammatical errors and mispronunciations. But I’m like that—I stalk the people I would love to hate (aminin n’yo, may pagkaganyan din kayo) more than the people I like.
And wouldn’t you know it, I just found myself Like-ing her photos and rooting for her happiness. I also learned several valuable things in life based on looking at her photos and Googling her.
So for 2015, some of my goals are actually things that took shape in my mind while I was mindlessly checking her photos on IG.
Spend more time with—and be proud of—my family. One of the first things I really admired about Marian is how much she values her family. This is really admirable because everyone almost always wants to post photos that show how cool they are—that they hobnob with other sikat people at “in” places. Only rarely do they post photos of their relatives. And those who do, they do so because their family members (no matter how distant) are sikat or alta or good-looking. But not Marian. Even though her folks are not sikat or pasosyal, she would often—and proudly—post pictures of her Mama and Lola. She also takes time to spend quality time with them often. And the captions she puts—you could really feel how much she respects and loves the two women in her life.
Invest my time and love to real friends. Aminin natin—we want to be friends with the cool people, ‘di ba? I am ashamed to admit that for a time, I may have spent an ample amount of time trying to be close to the “in” and “cool” people. If I were in showbiz, I’d most definitely have wanted to be a part of the “It” Girls clique whose faces and gyrating bodies in bars are splashed all over Instagram, with captions that champion how it feels so good to be wasted, to be drunk, etc. Even at a “local scale”, I’ve longed to be friends with the “in” people, never mind that I would hear petty fights among them (I might even have actually craved that drama in my life). But Marian really isn’t into Tupperware parties like that. She’s best friends with Ana Feleo (Ana Who? Yes, yan din ang naisip ko when she posted a photo of Ana) and Roxanne Barcelo (Hmmm, parang familiar ang name pero parang hindi). At first I thought that made her a loser—not being friends with the “It” Girls or showbiz royalties or society girls—but later I realized that I’d rather have low profile friends who sincerely love me, rather than the most popular yet superficial friends…friends who declare their love for one another during a drunken stupor at a club, and then backstab you over coffee. Or friends who stick together because they have to be together to be the “It” Clique and need to think of ways to be relevant. In short, gamitan friends. That’s tiring. But with true friends, every minute is just pure bliss.
I know this semi-celebrity who’s part of the most popular clique in her niche. On social media, she and her co-members would post their photos together, commenting how they love or miss each other. She would almost ignore the “less popular” ladies in the same niche, Like-ing their photos rarely and not bothering to reply to their comments. Then on the most important day in her “career”, surprise, surprise: none from her popular clique came. Those who came and even helped with the preparations are those “less popular” ladies she almost ignores.
This year, I will no longer waste time making people (friends and even relatives) who ignore me and my invitations feel like VIPs in my life. That way, I’ll no longer feel bad to be “Seen”-zoned (as in they saw your message on Facebook but did not dignify it with a reply). I will just focus on making those who truly treasure me feel treasured as well.
- Don’t air dirty laundry to the apathetic-to-your-plight-anyway or chismis-starved public. How many times has Marian’s name been dragged in controversies? And how many times has there been news that Dingdong was pursuing other women daw? Answer to both questions is, MANY TIMES. But have we seen Marian do a tell-all interview, feeding the chismis-hungry populace with ways to exonerate herself from being painted as the consummate palengkera or palaaway? And on Instagram where bashers abound, does she waste her time acknowledging rude posts or comments carefully crafted to hurt her or elicit a response from her that would make the basher feel “important”? I don’t remember her being this…luffa (that’s English for the vegetable “patola”, everyone ). Although I very rarely post any negativity on my Facebook wall, it still makes me realize all the more that there are things better kept to yourself. Especially those involving the people very dear to you. Imagine if she told the world Dingdong’s shortcomings as a boyfriend, ‘di ba? And just ignore people who say nasty things about you. Like I said, they celebrate when they feel they have annoyed you…they feel that finally, they exist.
- Be yourself. So she’s not good in English. And the captions of her photos aren’t even witty. That used to be a big deal for me, honestly. But I respected Marian because she is not trying hard to sound sosyal. She posts in Tagalog and speaks in Tagalog, but you can feel her sincerity in every post. IMHO, pa-witty captions have become overrated. Aaand, she’s also not afraid to make fun of herself.
At dahil dito hindi na nga ako magagalit kay Raandy sa pagpo-post ng mga wa-poise pictures ko!
Life is too short to worry about how to impress other people. As long as you’re not hurting other people and still obeying God, do what makes you happy. For me, it’s ukay-ukay and not Rustan’s! So I will have that ukay-ukay shopping galore! But then it is Balenciaga and not Secosana…well, who says I’m not allowed to be tutyal din naman even if I shop at ukay, ‘di ba?
- Get fit. Heto na. Heto naaa. Heto naaaa-aaaaah! Hayst. I can’t help but feel envious of her, because anything she wears is bagay! And I credit that to her physique.
Although Marian says she eats what she wants, she still gets physical.
Moreover, she hasn’t given birth yet (so I really have a lot of catching up to do!) Ergo, for the nth time, para mawala na ang lahat ng bitterness ko kay Marian, I need to really get back in shape. That way, quits na kami: mas maganda siya, mas magaling ako mag-English…so ‘pag sexy na rin ako tulad niya, OK na, life is fair. And when I’m super sexy like that…Randy might just get me my 4th “engagement” diamond ring (heeeey, I take the cake here: Marian only has 2 engagement rings, yet Randy has already given me three: 2 pre-wedding and one post-wedding…the post-wedding one is para hindi magasgas ang interior ng koche nya!) like Marian’s Harry Winston.
So for a Harry Winston—este—for a super beautiful 2015, let’s all be positive and promote positive vibes like Marian! And let’s return the love of those who love us!
Smile when you get back to work tomorrow!
*All of Marian’s images, except for the one where she was wearing red, were lifted from her Instagram account.
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