heartbreak recipe

1 tbsp. of rejection
1 whole tokikot heart
1 cup of text messages and calls

It's simple to make a heartbreak. Marinade tokikot heart in a cup of text messages and calls. After some time, take the heart out of this mixture and season it with rejection. Finally, mash the heart into pieces.

Tip: Some cultures chop the heart into tiny little pieces too.



"why can’t everything be the way it was
before the day that I lost you?
...i wish we were strangers again"
- Ari Hest

the lakehouse

to start off, watching the lakehouse was a result of a personal goal to be 'spontaneous'. so yesterday, when i got off work, even with the threat of getting soaked in the impending rain, i decided to watch the movie.

based on the korean motion picture, il mare, the lakehouse tells the story of an architect, alex, and a doctor, kate, who, whilst struggling to find happiness, found themselves communicating through a 'magical' mailbox. catch is, they exist two years apart, and this is where the whole story revolved upon and how they develop an unexpressed love between them. as the tagline of the movie goes: how do you hold on to someone you've never met?

needless to say, a pervasive sense of sadness and longing could be felt all through out the movie. the perpetual autumn/winter backdrop plus the nick drake-type songs added to this effect, which i found nice. it's a film you would want to watch on a cold, rainy day while you're all curled up under warm woolen blankets and propped up pillows. loved the acting and direction as well - it's romantic but not overly done, one can certainly relate to the characters. subtle humor, wherever they were injected, aided the film's feel too. the cinematography was beautiful, the shots were well-thought out, especially those involving close-up shots and landscapes/cityscapes.

the movie may be quite impossible, but its message rings true. love is bigger than any of THIS, encompassing space, time, and even personal situations.

world cup o' love

i let the ball roll
as i struck out
again.
and again.
the smell of grass
and of defeat
makes my knees weak; the game
gets to me
i want to leave the field.

"in a world where almost every person meets a jerk, you know you don't need to be serious. hang out, pretend, and play. have fun, stop anytime...no attachments, no commitments, no pain. convenient isn't it? but at the end of the show, you know you're yearning for something genuine, you realize that what you're really looking forward to is someone who can look you straight in the eye and tell you you are loved. someone worth every risk of pain; that one who'll stay. someone who'll make a difference."
-a friend's text message

image from www.csr.uky.edu/~nkang2/

weekends are not for free

give me back
my weekends:

10-hour slumbers
staying up late
dinner-movie combos
books til eyes are red
early sunday service
breakfast at Mcdo
air hockey with my nephew
time to be alone

work can take care of its own
but moments, once lost,
will never return.

rant

you probably already know what this entry is about. a friend once told me it's bad practice to write about work in your blog but i have just had it with the bull i had to deal with.

working for a multinational company has its perks but cooperating with people who doesn't believe in your abilities*--perhaps it's because you're young, gifted (hey it's my blog so i can write whatever i want) and from a third world country while they are old and from somewhere else, is definitely not one of them.

these people seek your opinion and downplay them.

i am not writing this entry because of one pathetic conference call meeting. i am ranting because it will definitely not be the last time that i would be working with them. this alone frustrates me like hell.

you're probably thinking that i am over reacting. that they are attacking my ideas and not me. true in some cases, but when you value your ideas the way i do, it's not that difficult to understand why i am feeling this way.

if there's any reason why i'd leave this job - this would be it. because i'd rather work where i feel needed.

__________
* you want another proof? just ask me

no limits

“We tend to look for captivity because we are used to seeing freedom as something that has no limits or responsibility. And for that reason we end up trying to enslave everything we love – as if egoism were the only way to keep our world in balance. Love places no limits; it widens our horizons, we can see clearly what is outside and we can see even more clearly the dark places in our heart."
-Abbot Dr. Burkhard Ellegast, OSB, in reply to a piece written by Paulo Coelho

I seriously have got to learn this about love.
And also remember it.