I found this on the website of Ads of the World. The younger me would have objected to the idea of working with my ex. Too many thoughts, fears, apprehensions. Then, there’s his new girlfriend. Of course, every girl ex-girlfriend would compare herself with the new girl. But that’s another story.
But this time, maybe I can be comfortable with my ex. I have respect for the guy. :)
Ah, I’m getting old.
Source: Ads of the World
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.
I’m currently reading Empress Orchid by Anchee Min.
It was a bookstore discovery made by Bemjo, while we were on SM North Edsa, looking at shoes. It was funny because we were both stooping down and trying on some pairs when she suddenly thought of Fullybooked and Powerbooks.
She asked me if I know where they can be found inside the mall. I said no. When we both straightened up and looked around unconsciously, our eyes caught the green and white colors of Booksale. And we left shoes for books.
Empress Orchid is basically all about a poor girl’s journey towards proving herself to become a worthy concubine for the Emperor. This is what I can deduce from the number of pages I have read. I’m not even halfway, haha! 
What I like about Anchee Min is the way she writes about day-to-day events—same reason I keep on reading Japanese, Chinese and Indian novels. Their plots are so detailed that each day never registers boredom. I am very much in love with how they write about nature and how they weave it with reality and emotions. They have deep respects for ordinary things, a phenomenon that is not so ordinary among people nowadays. These are also the reasons I love reading Filipino anthologies and it is one of my dreams to own a thick book of Filipino anthologies. Waaaah.
Even with my killer schedule, I still find time to read about it because I know the last page will be very much worth it. I recommend it for all of you who are under the same sky with me.
This is who I am now.
Every day that I am in the office, I bring lunch, a drink, two sets of snacks and if my wallet allows, tiny sweets. I find it funny that I look like someone who’s battling hunger everyday. I suddenly feel sad for those kids in poverty-stricken areas.
I leave home before 9AM to make it to the office before 10. Before that, I should have drank milk, eaten a sandwich or a light breakfast. At 11AM, the first set of snack goes down. Lunch happens around 12 in the afternoon. Even when I already ate two sandwiches an hour earlier, trust me, my stomach is already hungry again. At 3PM (after a conscious glance at the computer clock), I would munch on the second set of snack or the tiny sweets. Before I leave the office at 7, I would have consumed enough to feed two to three people one square meal each. Hahahaha!
Is this weird? :D
When I am at home, I feel different. The positive different.
Unlike when I am in Cebu or Manila where work calls me to be up and awake all the time, Iloilo is like a pillow-blanket-mosquito net combination. The place enables me to laze around all day and be happy in a world full of anything but rules and needs.
When I am at home, I have time to think. About me, my life and the people who surround me. I can think about them and space out for hours. Only my mother’s calls of the three most wonderful time of the day can break the spell.
Iloilo makes me lazy. While Cebu and Manila demands of me to clean my room or wash my clothes, Iloilo encases my being and makes me a bum. My mother would bark the list of chores that needed to be done, and I would pause for a moment and think that these is one of the best music undiscovered by men.
This is the only place where I feel most comfortable even when I have not taken a bath for days. All I seem to do all day is open the refrigerator and plug in something in the socket.
When I am in Iloilo, I can be very productive in the ideal sense. I have time for stimulating thoughts—not the ones filled with memos, attendance and office rules.
I lavish at the thought of leaving this place to go back to the workroom. Because it is only during that moment that I look forward to the day I can go home to Iloilo once more.
For me, one of the saddest heartbreaks is loving someone who is in love and already married to your best friend. Familiar? This is what happened to the guy who fell for a very happily married Natalie Portman in the movie, Love Actually.
Again and again, when I watch that movie, I cannot help but feel anguish. Especially on the part where he went to their (Natalie’s and her husband) house one romantic Christmas night and revealed his undying love for her using white boards/paper. T__T
It takes guts, lots and lots of tearful nights and self-control not to pounce on your friend and strangle him because he married the love of your life. I’m sure that the guy will ultimately find someone new, but for that certain point in his life, he felt the soul-eating pain of being in love with a girl who will never love him back in the same way. [Natalie gave him a kiss though, just before he left.]
Pause on that scene.
If I were him, here are the things that I would probably do:
1. Cry and cry and cry and cry. Volume up. Volume down. On the nth night, wipe everything wet and forget all about it.
2. Ask Natalie for one date and never show up on her life again.
3. Kick trash cans on the way home, get jailed and stay there for the rest of my awesome life.
4. Get “fucked up and die”. Speaking figuratively, of course. Like that song.
There’s always a positive side to break-ups/heartbreaks. For one, life teaches us to let go. In order to achieve something good, we must learn to forgo one thing for another. Besides, all things are bound to end. Andersen said that. Aesop said that. Even Shakespeare said that. Your just happened to end as normally as others–on the time you did not expect it the most. And in the most dramatic fashion, perhaps.
Perhaps break-ups or the state of being broken-hearted should be made a new form of art. Truly, there’s nothing like this kind of pain which gives birth to poetry, songs and Palanca-worthy essays.
I might try that. One day. :)
I have a new crush! [cue ear-splitting shriek]
And he’s younger than me (one? two years?)
And I haven’t met him before.
And we’re friends on Facebook.
And he looks a bit like Johnny Depp. :3
And when I showed some of his photos to my friend, Jennie, she immediately declared having a crush on him too. Waaah.
To my new crush:
Be very afraid, bwahaha! Just kidding. Just want to let you know that I will be stalking you. :))
My very good friend Jennie wrote this sometime in early February. I don’t know if it has something to do with Valentine approaching, LOL. [I'm dead if she reads this.]
But she’s a very good writer, especially when it comes to poetry. That’s why I decided to share this. It kind of struck me in a weird way. Hehe. Between me and her, she’s the more emotional one. The dreamer. Proud of you Jen! Keep writing!
Daisy, my favorite. I think the white ones mean eternal love. Jennie likes forget-me-nots.
As usual, thankyou, Google :)
What’s with a flower? I mean yea, it’s beautiful in every way but, why is it always a symbol for courtship, professions of love, or beauty? Men give women fresh flowers today and then what? Two, five, seven days later they become weathered weeds. Just give a stone, for all I care.
I mean, a flower is not enough to represent such a solid, deep, forever thing as love. It withers, it dies. Yes, it promises beauty and love but, I believe, for only a short time.
However, on the contrary, I think it can very well serve a purpose. It’s a man’s way of saying, “Hey! I like you ‘coz you’re pretty and cool but I’m not sure if I can feel the same way tomorrow.” Hell, few of the guys don’t even believe in what they call love these days.
Right. A flower can be a symbol of women, love and beauty. It can symbolize their majesty, royalty, charm, their frailty, ignorance… the hours, minutes, seconds of their importance.
How stupid a flower can be if she thinks she can last forever, that she can go through the test of greed, pride, time and still comes out not ravished, sparkling, unconquered.
And these men? Are the sizes of their brains the same? Come on, there are hundreds even thousands of things to represent what they feel for the person they love. A flower is a cliche. Don’t they have any initiative to profess their love in any unique way? Without doubt they can be a little bit creative and find something worthy for the lady’s eye – not something so finite it perishes moments after.
Unless, they think that a woman do not deserve more, or a flower is all that she deserves. Which is, for me, very shallow, insensitive and unreal. Of course, a flower brightens a woman’s mood because it’s her initial reaction, her appreciation for beauty and act of love. But didn’t it occur to you that if you give a woman something weird or alien she won’t just accept it and say she’s happy? That she might stop and think why on earth would anybody give her something like that?
Then and there, she may realize that however funny or weird that thing may be, its characteristics signify a deeper, more sensible and sensitive meaning of who you are and what you feel for her. That way, she may treasure not only your gift but your love as well.
So to hell with flowers. They are just vain creatures hungry for attention and affection. Which serves them right, because they can’t live very long and the spotlight is their only compensation.
Through a friend of a friend of a friend, Jennie discovered (and bugged me endlessly) to download these wonderful videos below.
Just a brief: These are released by Nestle Philippines as part of their 100 years of existence and service here in the country. Each of these commercials tell a short (and value-laden) story about life, the Filipino way–aside from giving emphasis to the importance of nutrition and family.
I am absolutely in love with the funny lines and the wonderful cinematography and scoring. :)
Click away! :)
