Exotic is defined as a state wherein most find out of this world and different, and that exactly describes the type of guys I tend to like.
For as long as I could remember I have this inner hipster being of not liking things that are mainstream. I hate how overused it becomes, that it gets exhausting and common. I have the same kind of Philosophy when it comes to guys.
I dont tend to get attracted to men who’re the usual type of attractive - you know, pop culture kind of attractive. In most times it’s the case with male hotshot artists. That’s where my love-hate relationship with fangirling started. It’s the pain that I’m competing with hundreds of thousands of other girls for the same artist. Well yeah sure, the number of followers should be given since he is an artists. But do you get my point of how it sort of something so mainstream you get tired of it.
Personally speaking, I set aside physical attributes. Of course they do contribute to the impression but I’m more attracted to wit and personality. The heck, that the only physical standard I have is that he has to be tall. Other than that, I have nothing left to say.
Awkward, weird, nerd type of guys had always been on my list.
People are so driven by looks that they dont want to give such guys the chance to prove them wrong. I hate how just because they’re not inside the usual definition of “ideal” they’re overlooked and misinterpreted when in fact a lot of them are more likable than the ones you have all your attention to. You’ll be surprised of how, although different, they are still very ideal in so many ways. Sometimes, even better.
Maybe this is just me but I think understanding this kind of perspective takes a lot of maturity and open mindedness. Society in a way contributed to why this is a lot to take in. But I have conquered that and have openly accepted the idea that I’m not really into the heartthrob type of males. Yeah sure, they could still be attractive but there’s a difference with having interest and being attracted to.
A lot of the uncommon guys are overlooked when they deserve so much better than the douchebags you come to like. Seek better and I swear you’ll find the best (in them).
I cant contain this for too long; my heart had felt heavy since the day Yolanda hit. And it did not just shook my perspective of nature’s fury but also to the rest of the world.
Manila had been in international news stations for roughly a week, every radio channel is linked to the situation in Tacloban, feeds of social networks had been flooded by names, pictures, messages, and videos of what happened and what was left.
Words will never ever be enough to justify how sorry and awful I feel for my kababayans in Visayas.
Looting, gunshots, dead bodies, shouts, despair, destruction, desperation; humanity is tested. A lot has compared the scenario to that of apocalypse inspired films such as 2012 and World War Z but what’s wrong is that - THOSE ARE FICTION - THIS IS REAL LIFE. There’s no “cure” nor is there an instrumental slow-mo of the hero, and a montage of happy events afterwards. NO, NOT IN THIS SETTING, WITH THIS GOVERNMENT, WITH THESE OFFICIALS.
One of my hidden pet peeve is when people use the term “POLAROID” for anything that pops out a photo once it’s taken. So let me help you out with that.
We call cameras that spit out photos that were taken seconds ago as INSTANT CAMERAS. It’s the general name for such cameras. Now, POLAROID and INSTAX/FUJIFILM are BRANDS that carry instant cameras.
- Polaroids are best known for their vintage instant cameras that most film and lomo enthusiasts find interesting and collectibles. Like for example the Polaroid Land Camera 1000 which most people in Tumblr are aware of (where Instagram got its inspiration for a logo) or the Polaroid SX-70. Although known for being the vintage instant camera, the brand continues to manufacture newer instant cameras which are a more pricey than the traditional rage.
- Instax is like a “newer version” of Polaroid today. With it being just simply everywhere. Also with seeming how cheap its film is compared to the vintage Polaroids.
So there, finally I get to lay it out. LEARN THE TERMS ALRIGHT.
I’ve seen a few posts about this series going around months back. When I found out the title alone - no second thoughts and went straight to downloading the episodes. I did not mind to see reviews or whatever because I felt like the series was something different amongst the others. And I like that.
But, MMFD did not really clicked it just EXTREMELY MADE ME FELL IN LOVE WITH IT. In one day I’ve finished the first season and being the Bianca I’am, I have cried a number of times on every episode. Today, I tried to figure out what was so different with MMFD that it made me cry that much and that I had a feeling I wont get tired of replaying the episodes over and over and over again.
Then it hit me; aside from the aspects that I could actually see myself in Rae, I also think that the series showed something….real. It was real. It was like watching a life of a teenage girl with a tv series pov. It was beautiful and painful. It was something not too painful, not too “dreamy”, and not too disturbing. The series made it real, something real that’s beautiful.
Seeing Rae happy made me happy, and although it sounds so weird but I feel her character so much. I want to scream my love so much for this series and I’ll kill someone if season 2 is “bullocks”.
A huge part of me was given a new kind of spark. A lovely drive to things.
I totally recommend this series. And I’m so glad I found it. I’ve never felt such feels this bad….ever.
Also, I like Chop (though I dont get what he’s saying 50% of the time haha!)
The idea of falling in love made me want it, at times need it even. But the intimate kind.
I feel it at times, that feeling of longing of a companion. I’m aware of my imperfections, sometimes I’m being teased by the idea that I’m “alone” because I’m not good enough, I’m not worth a shot.
I feel sad that nobody would want to take a risk for me, that nobody would go mountains to see me, and that nobody is made for me.
I want to fall in love and finally fill that empty space that was once overflowing with it; both with pain and love. It was tragic. There are times that I’d rather feel pain than grow monotonous.
In my times alone, I cant help but overthink reality and push it way worse than it already is, then at the end of it I make myself tear up. This is why I read books, tune in to series, and watch movies - they help me cope with that gap. That gap that I want to fill in so badly. They work actually, not just as consistently as I hoped.
Maybe this is hormones, could be peer pressure, but all in all I just feel like I’m supposed to be contented and happy… BUT I’M NOT.
When I share this to my friends I always end up saying the same thing: love is always there.
It’s just that sometimes we look for something more. It took me a while to get hold of this. And little did I know that I had something greater that’s already existing. A love by friends and family.
I have sisters and brothers that I met through school and are now part of who I’am. I have a family that though not perfect, is everything to me.
I guess you know I just got to keep pushing myself, and consistently remind me of my LIFE GOALS and focus on IMPROVING MY SELF WORTH.
Deep down I know that I wont be contented nor happy because of someone. I HAVE FIRST TO BE MY IDEAL SELF, before I call it quits with someone special.
Learn to love yourself first as they’d say.