On Reading and Flirting

from asofterworld.com

I'd like to think that it wouldn't matter whether or not my partner likes to read but then I think how they won't completely understand my awe of the new book I'm reading or that they won't be able to relate to my reminiscing of the classics I got lost in when I was young. Reading, in my opinion, offers this opportunity of rapport between people, a jump of point of interests that becomes fodder to meaningful conversation and thought-provoking debate that, for someone such as I, look for in a relationship.

I relate to someone more if they share my love of books and reading; it's not to say that I prefer their company over non-readers, it's just that I find it easier to relate to fellow bookworms because I already have something in common with them. Translating that into a dating situation, meeting and conversing with someone for the first time whose reading repertoire extends to more than textbooks allows me to have a good time because I know that the date won't be mundane and I know that my mind will be stimulated. Stimulate my mind and you'll  be able to stimulate my heart (among other things *wink,wink*).

So I like a well-read person. That's not a crime. We all have our standards in attraction. I don't think one has to have a vast library stereotypical of your standard bookworm. But I think it is important to appreciate what a good book can offer and be open to give a book a chance to change your mind about reading.

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Photo-of-Interest Monday: Bacon-topped Yang Chow

I was really hungry the day I took this photo. Also, a bit sick if I recall correctly. Normally, I'd rather not partake in food while under the weather but my favorite kind of fried rice from my one of favorite restaurants was at hand and I hadn't eaten anything else either.

My parents had left me to my own devices because of errands they had to run. Of course, they left me the fried rice and some other food too, but I was craving something greasy. A light bulb dinged to life in my head as I remembered the last pack of bacon we had in the freezer.

In quick succession, I defrosted and cooked the bacon, placed the fried rice in a bowl, then topped it with crispy bacon.

Alone in the house and not having to worry about propriety, I wolfed the thing down and became another notch on the blissfully fed and satisfied tally board. I was one happy female and I forgot about being sick.

I guess I could say that sometimes the cure for sickness is really awesome food. 

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Flashback Friday: The Window

Poetry, September 2005 — Another sad poem. <sarcasm>Surprise, surprise.</sarcasm> The inspiration for this was a photo I took back in highschool as you can see after the poem. She was looking out the window (hence the title) and my mind started turning at the thought of a woman desperately waiting for her lover. Seriously, I don't really know how I came up with this things. I guess it was my state of mind back then. But I digress. On with my sad poetry!

The Window
I look out upon my window
Hoping to see you in the horizon
But alas I see nothing
Neither form nor shadow

Day by day I wait here
The same old place
The everlasting emptiness
I wait until hope turns to fear

I sit by my window
Wondering when you'll come back
I'm running out of faith
But still I wait fro tomorrow

Now I realize that it's too late
The past is the past
So I'll do the right thing and say goodbye
I'll close my window and give into fate

Jessamine Guevarra, 2006, 3rd HS Sec. Newton,  DLA.

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On Reality and Fantasy

Photo: Stephen Colbert on reality.

Have you ever lost yourself in your own thoughts? Ever created your own fantasy land?

For myself, it is as constant as breathing. Sometimes being in your own head is better than being in the real world. Not to say that the real world is completely terrible but being getting lost in your imaginings can be very entertaining.

In your head, you can create scenarios of your own, like films where your are producer, script writer, and director. It could be epic adventures with your favorite fictional characters. You could be playing out a real life event but this time you call the shots and dictate an ending of your choice. When you think about it, you can concoct any fantasy in you head, all you need is a healthy dose of imagination.

But it does pay to face reality and not let your imaginings get over your head. Losing touch with reality is never a good thing; the potential for delusion is bound to stir up trouble. Fantasy may provide an escape from real life and your problems but it is better to face them. It may take you a while to do so but that's normal. What's important is you learned to deal.

I say reality and fantasy should have a healthy balance. Reality keeps you grounded and your imaginings provides an outlet.

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Photo-of-Interest Monday: Clouds

I took this shot during a on a Christmas holiday trip to Tagaytay with the family. After mass at Our Lady of Lourdes Parish Church (Pink Sisters), set out to find a place to have breakfast which ended up being Pancake House. Lucky for me establishments in Tagaytay like to take advantage of its generous views  so I was able to take this shot in the sun-drenched morning.

I've always like clouds. I would often keep my window open at night just so when I wake up the first I'll see will be the day's clouds. I like it best when it's an ocean of clear blue and white and I can make out shapes of t-rex, unicorns, and apples. Maybe if I find a high enough mountain, I'll be able to touch one and even taste, too; my theory of cotton candy cloud needs to be tested.

Flashback Friday: The Last Time

Poetry, 2005 — I am seriously risking ridicule for all my 2005 poetry. I honestly cannot remember any though process from when I wrote these poems. I was young and was ridiculously inclined to write about my teenage heartbreak. This was me at fifteen emulating a "strong independent woman who will not stand to be hurt any-moh" *snaps fingers in Z-formation.*

The Last Time

You’ve taken from me long enough

I’ve never felt this way before
I don’t know if this gives you laughs
But you can’t hurt me anymore

This is the last time I’ll listen to you
And from now own I’ll now what to do
For now I’ve learned what it’s like
To be hurt and hurt endlessly

I may not make sense
I may be confused
But one thing’s for sure
This is the last time I’ll be hurt by you

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On Working a Little Harder

With a New Year comes the usual resolutions that we come up with. We either follow through or we give after a while. This year I have decided on one main resolution that I think will affect the entirety of my 2013: work harder.

I will admit that at times I do coast along when it comes to work and other things. It's just easier that way. My euphoria of getting things done with little to no effort can be addicting but that niggling feeling of dissatisfaction in my work persists and wins out in the end. 

I'm the type of person that takes pride in what they do because it reflects on the type of person that they are. I hate it when people half-ass their work and by coasting I am becoming what I dislike. No person worth their salt would ever stand for such a thing.

Even if I've put more effort in the things that I do, there is always room for more hard work. This applies to not only in the office but in other aspects of life as well. It's always been easier to talk the talk but actually doing it is an entirely different thing; I'll just have to focus and remember to work harder. On everything.

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