One of my favorite mistakes is making typos.
I am irritated by this. Annoyed by his. I roll my eyes when I get corrected because I know it’s my fault, my fault, my fault. But.It’s.Just.So.Hard.To.Edit. It takes another person to let me see what my fault was. Gahd, I’m so lazy.
I hate editing my material. I’d rather edit or write. Not both. I hate doing both.
Then, again. This is my job. T_T
Errm, should I get scared? :D
Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.
Source: BrainQuote
I’m changing my blog’s name from sTALKs to The Stalker, the main reason being I want it to have a niche. Hahaha! I don’t know if I’m going to be more active in the next days, weeks, months, but I’m definitely trying to make my blog more useful (ermmm).
So, there you go. From now on, it’ll be more ranting and ranting. HAHAHA. 50% kidding. Hope you learn more from The Stalker in the coming days.
Bye for now.
You’re a blogger?
You’re in Cebu now?
You have 20 pesos?
You are bored? And want to learn a few tips on blogging?
What are you waiting for?
SM City Trade Hall 1. Look for the tarps that shout:
And BLOG about it. XD
The day is about to end. I have done two write-ups, listened to a lot of complaints, attended a very boring meeting and forgot to play music. The shirt that I wore to work has a hole in it (haven’t seen it before). My shoes looked as if they had been sprinkled with pressed powder. My stomach is queasy (must be the coffee, durian candies and the cheese bread). My hair is a mess. I have no load. I miss home. I accidentally bought load for someone else’s number. I received news that the week ahead is going to be full-packed. I have not watched a movie in two months. My poem-writing ability has gone from crappy to dearly departed. I’m hungry. Our room is a mess. I could not find my Dorm Juice shirt. My face does not indicate oil shortage. My bangs aren’t cooperating either. He is going home on the 15th. Some of the movies I downloaded are archived. And locked. And cannot be unlocked. My life is about to change.
Tanduay Ice. 28 pesos na. Haay..
No, it’s not the romantic-related kilig[,sorry].
I just read on PR Daily the 7 Habits of Highly Effective Writers*. Kag number 1 pa lang, igo na ko dayon. Hehehehe.
For easier reference on your part, here is the bulleted form:
1) Separate the writing and the editing processes.
2) Focus on the interesting.
3) Tap into the power of metaphor.
4) Do adequate research.
5) Learn from the writing of others.
6) Write in small bursts.
7) Read their work out loud.
With the exception of Number 4 (becuase I’m too lazy to do that sometimes),kinikilig ako. Kasi feeling ko, on my way na ako into becoming highly effective. Hihihi.
*post written by Daphne Gray-Grant
Perhaps I was really bored. And perhaps my crazy-coked self is kicking in again, that I decided to ask “Would you rather be called ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’?” via Formspring.
Then I started to get funny replies. One of those was by my friend Jennie, who said that the two words have the same connotation.
For me, being hot is different from being sexy. While one may both be hot and sexy, being called hot or sexy in different occasions gives one a different ego boost.
Being hot, for me is reserved for those who can make you look at them in a near-sexual way. The ones who have men’s-magazine-worthy body. Or if not, those who can “heat up” the place when they walk in. I liken being hot to only those who have the generic 36-25-36 or stats close to that.
Other synonyms would include: smokin’, luscious, chick, sex-y, witiwew..
chili peppers?
On the other hand, it would probably make me smile if a guy calls his girl sexy This, if I may be allowed to equate, is synonymous to being beautiful. This is more of the inner confidence thing. Being called sexy is sweet. Being called sexy is romantic. Loose shirts are sexy. Unbuttoned polo shirts on a lazy day are sexy. Men wearing white are sexy. Anyone can be called sexy without having the conventionally pretty face or body.
Other synonyms include: beautiful/inner beauty, darling, confidence..
Other synonyms would include: smokin’, luscious, chick, sex-y, witiwew..
“I believe in miracles. Where you from, you sexy thing?”
So, if I may choose, I’d rather be sexy than hot. :)
“The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.”
This is my second post on quotations which I found interesting. Actually, there are a lot of quotes which really inspire me, but they seem to be in a vacation with some hot guy with a sexy British accent.
Anyway, the above quote is by Friedrich Nietzsche. (My apologies to all my History teachers, but I really do not know much about this guy–and did not bother learning about him–except that the spelling of his surname always irritates the hell out of me since the fifth grade. ) All I remember is that I do not really agree with most of his philosophies, but this is an exception.
[Is he German? O__O Sensiya na, too lazy to Google. :p]
I’m sure that even the most brilliant people forget something once in a while. If forgetting were a good habit, I’d be among the elitists. I don’t know–I’m sure I drink a lot of iron–but my memory is like a fart. There’s an exception, though. I can memorize all of my closest friends’ phone numbers, e-mail addresses and home addresses and never forget them so long as they don’t change.
Quite the stalker, eh?
Because we haven’t seen each other in three weeks, because Friends with Benefits is out and because we have new sets of gossips to dissect and digest, that Jimma, Jennie and went to SM City Cebu last Saturday to unwind.
(Not-so-)Glitch No. 1: It was raining, but it was one of those fortunate days when I remembered to bring my umbrella with me. Yehey!
Glitch No. 2: Friends with Benefits is no longer among the list of the movies to be showed that night. T_T We decided to watch Crazy Stupid Love. No one wants to watch Planet of the Apes (Matt Damon no more), Smurfs in 3D and Conan. Hey, it’s a cold night. We deserve warmth, thankyou. XD
Glitch No. 3: We avoided National Book Store for obvious financial-related reasons. Instead, we went to Booksale. And Jennie saw Lourd de Veyra’s This is a Crazy Planets. Guess what happened next..
Glitch No. 4: We had to walk three blocks because we also rode the wrong jeepney, yehey! So, yeah, home at past nine in the evening.
But, darn..
1. Crazy Stupid Love is a must-watch movie. From Steve Carell’s understandably-always-problematic face (this kind of role always suited him) to Ryan Gosling’s bod, you’re sure to be entertained. The movie has “Modern Family-ish” issues among them. Something which I really love. [cue: other biases]
2. Going out with friends is different from just texting them, no matter how emotional one gets when he or she sends the messages. Again and again, there are just some moments which have to relived and remembered.
3. I am obsessively stalking every available Lourd de Veyra material online. Tsk. Hahaha! Visit spot.ph. You might catch him online. I love you, Lourd!
