Monthly Archives: November, 2012

a solemn celebration

After spending my birthday in intoxicating solitude last November 22 in La Creperie, that was Thursday, Sunday became a simple family celebration, again in my favorite resto, La Creperie in Robinsons Galleria.

My father ordered for Strawberry Mango Jubilee, my sister and my brother went for Double Chocolate Fudge Brownie Crepe.  As usual, I had Mango Hazelnut au Chocolat.  It’s not just delicious crepes that the resto offers, they also have full course meals, pasta, sandwiches, homemade burger and fries, soups, etc.  Prior to dining in La Creperie, me and my family had brunch in Max’s Restaurant.  Also our favorite place to be.

Me at 34.

After food tripping, we went to another favorite place of mine—Bestseller Bookstore.  I love it here.  The place is huge and the interior design and layout so cozy I wanna live there.  Here I was, rejoicing having found the book I’ve been dying to read.

When I’m sad, one of the places I go to is a bookstore.  I love hanging around in a bookstore, particularly a large, spacious bookstore like this one, than in a library.  I started having a love affair with books in 2008 when I found myself unemployed for four months.  Reading books helped me survive that period of recession.

The book I bought as a birthday gift to myself.

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suicide

I was having a really bad day today.  And just to make myself feel better I gave time to listen to the stories and concerns of the day of my friend Alex.

I always enjoy listening to him, I feel like I’m in a place that is safe and comfortable and I forget about my troubles temporarily (sometimes, he takes them away without him knowing it).  And he always makes me laugh, or smile.  And at times, beautiful.

Then he had to leave.  We said goodbye to each other, he said, “Happy weekend and enjoy the concerts.” (He lent me these DVDs of the concerts of Hootie & the Blowfish, Sting, Michael McDonald, and Phil Collins, with a DVD player.)  I hate it that I become sad whenever our conversation ends.  So I turned to my computer, turned on my internet, and checked if Ala Paredes updated her blog (she’s my favorite essay writer).  It was updated one day ago.  She wrote about a person she knew who committed suicide.

I wish I could write here whatever it was that caused me pain today, it was just really hard to explain. It was just a minor thing, a spur-of-the-moment which left me shocked, like a dagger through my heart it hurts so much.

So when I read this essay by Ala, oh God, I wanted to cry.   I wanted to hug Ala for the inspiration she shared.

http://alas-dos.tumblr.com/post/36249243482/richard-cory

a date with myself

I turn 34 years old today.

So I took a half day from work, went to settle my loan balance in social security  (no more debts!)) and I started saving again, made my first deposit on this day,  my birthday.  I am now in La Creperie, my favorite restaurant in my favorite mall Robinsons Galleria and just enjoyed the crepe that I would order over and over again since the day I discovered the restaurant five months ago, and it’s called Mango Hazelnut au Chocolat.  It’s my birthday so there is no better place for me to celebrate it quietly but only in La Creperie.

The place is very intimate (if you’re a guy, it’s a good venue to bring your date), relaxing, elegant, and feels like I’m in France because of the background music.  There is only one crew doing the role of a waiter (his name is Paul) while the rest (three of them) are back in the kitchen preparing the food, in-charge of the cash register.  The service,  I am impressed!  I love going back here over and over again.  The food I ordered is expensive but that’s alright.  Because it’s my birthday. And on Sunday, I’ll be going back here again with my family as my birthday treat.

Thank you to the angels, to Jesus who’ve kept me away from harm these past 34 years because I’m still alive today.  “Get married,” people would always tell me just because I’m now in my 30s.  I get irritated whenever I get to hear that kind of remark wherever I go, like as if marriage is the happy ending, the last stage in this life where people can only live happily ever after.  But the future is right here, right now.  If my life were a movie, then my happy ending is what is happening right now:  a person alone in her favorite restaurant, got no debts, someone who is finally setting her priorities straight by starting to save, and writing about her thoughts, reflecting about her life using her three-month old netbook.

how to find your one true love, 8 steps to attract God’s best for the single person (Bo Sanchez)

If you’re looking for a relaxing book that you could read while lying on a hammock and sipping your chamomile tea, I’m sorry.  You bought the wrong book.

Because this book will shock your brains out.  You will read stuff in these pages that will contradict almost everything you’ve heard so far about attraction, finding love, romance, courtship, engagement and preparing for marriage.

Can I be blunt?  Here’s one major, MAJOR reason why you’re not married…  even after years of waiting and waiting and waiting…

You’ve got wrong beliefs.

So wrong they’re way out of the solar system.

So to help you find your Lifetime Partner, I will, in this book, smash (destroy, demolish, crash, obliterate) all your wrong beliefs upon the rocks.  These will include…

  • Crazy beliefs that you’ve gotten from religious leaders.  (Yep, them, too.)
  • Insane principles you’ve inherited from friends or family.
  • Nutty ideas you’ve gotten from media.  (That’s obvious.)

So if you want that relaxing time on the hammock—stop reading this book.  (Get my other books.)  But if you’re ready to change your life, change your beliefs, (and possibly change your status!) and have the guts to do it, then I dare you, go ahead.

— Bo Sanchez

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I used to be that person who at the age of 21 vowed of never marrying. Ironically, I’ve had a boyfriend a few years later which only lasted for two months.  However, after the split, we still continued going out which eventually became just a phone relationship for some reason known only to us for  five straight years.  Some called it “Friends with benefits” (Meaning, we’d talk on the phone like romantic couples do, this time, without commitment.  Just friends.) If I have to go back again, I won’t ever do it again.  For it prevented me from meeting a lot of potentially better guys because this other guy, the ex, still preoccupied my heart and mind.  And our old issues and problems kept coming back because of it.  Then one day, I took the liberty to end the so-called friendship so we could both move on and focus on our own separate lives.  He obliged.  That was my independence day.

I am single for many years and if I’m meant to be single for the rest of my life, I am so not worried about it.   I’m now in my early 30s and I have to admit that I still think about the possibilities, that love and marriage have remained part of my curiosity and wonder.

So I read this book about finding true love by Bo Sanchez.  Especially now that I’m attracted to somebody  (I’m still a human being, you know) and that somebody had expressed how much he loves me but due to some circumstances that I’d rather not divulge here, we mutually agreed to remain as we are, as very close friends.  I also would like to share that it was my older sister who told me about this book and shared inspiring quotes from it.  I was so inspired with what she shared that I bought my own copy.

“How to find your one true love” by Bo Sanchez includes 8 steps to attract God’s best for the single person but I won’t share them here.  Rather, I’ve copied here the 11 myths about love and relationship that are based on the author’s personal experiences and the stories of people who shared a piece of their tragic love story with him.

Bo says, “I speak to all, but especially to women.  For the sake of brevity and simplicity, I use the female gender in my sentences– instead of writing ‘him/her,’ ‘girlfriend/boyfriend,’ ‘husband/wife.’  So it will seem as though I’m writing exclusively for women.  No, I’m not.  But I admit that I speak more about their concerns.  I speak to all, but especially to mature singles.”

So here it goes.  The wrong beliefs we’ve had for a long, long time that put us into a lot of trouble and heartache.

Myth #1:  Just wait—and marriage will come knocking at your door when you least expect it.

This myth may be true for a few but it won’t be true for many. I repeat:  I know a lot of single women in their fifties who are still single because they believe in this myth.

Here’s my point:  You need to take deliberate action so you can meet all sorts of people.  You need to take deliberate action so you can attract the kind of spouse you want.  It’s deliberate action that’s relaxed.  Confident.  Trusting.  But deliberate nonetheless.

I’m not talking about desperate singles.  Oh please, not that.

Everybody knows that desperate singles are a potent turn-off, like extra-strong perfume in a tiny elevator.  You can’t breathe.  You just want to run out.  And that’s what guys do.  They smell desperate women headed down their path.  They feel their deadly vibrations a mile away and run for their lives.

Just a little side note:  Money works the same way.  I’ve learned that people too desperate for money won’t attract too much money.  But people who are confident that money will come to them will attract money easily.

Myth #2:  There’s one person out there meant for me.

This insane belief is so popular.

Almost every one I’ve talked to believes that somewhere out there in the world is “one specific person God has chosen for me.” That out of three billion males (or females), the Almighty has handpicked one person to be my spouse.

Some say that even the Bible seems to say this:  Eve was a rib taken from Adam—the rib being close to his heart.  They were two halves searching for each other.  (This was Plato’s idea, too.)  But friends here’s the truth:  God has not pre-selected one person out there for you.

Dear friends, God does not select one person for your life.  Instead, He opens up the whole world to you and says, “I give you a phenomenal brain to use—to judge, to value, to think, to pray, to choose well—and attract a man worthy of your love.  See to it that he will be a good husband and a good father to your children.”

Yes, there are many possibilities out there—and you’re free to choose what you believe would be the best husband for your life.  In other words, many possible people can be your One True Love.

Myth #3:  The first time you meet your one true love, you’ll know he’s the one.

Because of this myth, we might miss Mr. Right.

The person is right under your nose, and you don’t see him!  Why?  Because you secretly pine for love at first sight.  You’re looking for the fireworks.  The sparks.  The palpitations.  The butterflies in the tummy.  So you overlook ordinary persons around you.

Because he doesn’t look handsome enough.

Because he’s short.

Because he speaks funny.

Because he’s so ordinary.

Because he’s not as rich as you want him to be.

Because he doesn’t even smell nice.

Too bad, because you’re not able to discover his heart of gold, his solid values, his ability to be faithful, his integrity, his self-control, his passion for life…

Myth #4:  God will guide me to my one true love through supernatural signs.

 Instead of asking of signs, ask for the kind of spouse you want.

I’ve learned this unbreakable law of life:  You get what you settle for.  So know what you want in a marriage partner.  Many people don’t take this crucial step.

When you go shopping, you have a shopping list in your hand—so that you don’t miss anything.  As corny as this may sound, you need to do this.  When they choose a marriage partner, many people just wing it, usually because they believe in this next myth…

Myth #5:  Love will conquer all.

This myth is deadly.  This one myth has caused more suffering in marriages than any other.

I’ve heard this many times before:  “Bo, I want my potential husband to be free from addictions.  Obviously.  But my suitor now has a drinking problem.  But Bo, I’m 42.  I can’t be picky.  I think I’ll accept him and pray that love will conquer all.”

NOOOOOO!

Follow these two rules:

Singles, tell yourself over and over again:  I’d rather remain single than be married to the wrong person.  Chisel that on stone and engrave it in gold.  Please.

Because  the most miserable person I’ve met in the world are those married to the wrong persons—the incurable playboy, the alcoholic, the irresponsible bum, the drug addict, the sex addict, the one with the uncontrollable temper, the chronic liar…

Words are not enough to describe the pain.

Here’s a second rule.  Tell yourself, “I won’t even entertain anyone to be my boyfriend until that person has been sober from his addiction for at least a year.  The person must change now—not after I say yes to him.”

Myth #6:  Marriage will make me happy.

 No, it won’t.

If you were not happy before getting married, you won’t be happy after you get married.  Marriage is like a magnifying glass.  It simply magnifies the misery or the happiness that you had as a single person.  So if you want a happy marriage, here’s my formula.

Happy Man + Happy Woman = Happy Marriage

I love it.  It’s so simple and so true.  It’s so flexible too…

Loving Man + Loving Woman = Loving Marriage

Look for a man who loves his parents, loves his siblings, loves the poor… and the probability is high that he’ll be loving you, too.  Here’s another example.

Responsible Man + Responsible Woman = Responsible Marriage

Here’s the irony:  When you don’t need to be married because you’re living such a happy life, you have more chances of getting married.

You’ve heard this before, but I’ll say it again.  Your first move isn’t to look for Mr. Right.  Your first move is to work on yourself so that you become Ms. Right.  And when you become Ms. Right, you become a magnet:  You attract him to your life.

Myth #7:  God wants me to marry the father of my baby.

Some of us make mistakes.  We fall into premarital sex and have a baby.  Some of us believe that because “God gave us a baby,” He must want me to marry this person—even if you know he’s the most irresponsible bum in the world.

Hey, God doesn’t want you to repair a mistake with another mistake.  If he won’t be a good husband and a good father, don’t marry him.

Myth #8:  God wants me to marry the person I had sex with.

This is a slightly edited version of the previous myth.

I’ve met women who told me, “Bo, my boyfriend and I already went all the way.  I guess I’ll have to marry him, even if I have so much doubts…”

No, no, no!

Face those doubts.  What are they?  Virginity is important.  It’s one of the best gifts you can give to your spouse.  But if you lost it, ask forgiveness from God, and commit yourself to secondary virginity.  But never marry because you’ve lost your virginity.

Myth #9:  God wants me to marry so I could change “his” life.

No, you can’t change your boyfriend.

In fact, whatever weaknesses he has as a single person will be magnified three times more when he gets married to you.  Does he have a temper?  Get ready for giant volcanic eruptions—more frequent, more intense, more horrifying.  Is he lazy?  He’ll transform before your eyes to become Mr. Super Lazy.

Okay, maybe you can change him.  Through intense prayer.  Through massive pain.  Through immense sacrifice.  Through daily martyrdom.  Through an endless river of tears.

Maybe.  Maybe it’ll take…  oh, about 30 or 40 or 50 years of pain.

Sister, you’ve got choices!

 Myth #10:  God wants me to marry the person who loves me most.

 Let’s say both Patrick and Wilson are in love with you.

But Patrick is desperate for you.

He’s fallen madly, insanely in love with you.  You’re his universe.  You’re the sun and he’s the earth revolving around you.  He calls you up 46 times a day.  And if you let him, he’ll spend 18 hours with you a day.  He says that he can’t leave without you, he can’t breathe without you, and he can’t exist without you.  He’s threatened suicide if you leave him.  Patrick is also exciting to be with.

But then there’s this other chap, Wilson.

This guy likes you a lot, but he’s not as desperate.

He doesn’t call you 46 times a day.  Usually just once a day.  He visits you twice a week perhaps, and only for two or three hours per visit.

So, whom should you marry?  It’s tempting to automatically say, “Patrick, of course!”  But what if I tell you that Patrick is a playboy?  Or what if he’s got gambling addiction?

Friend, the amount of romantic love a person has for you isn’t a sign from God that you should marry him.  You must marry the best person for your life—looking at his character, his sense of responsibility, his values…

Here’s the lesson:  Don’t judge a person by the measure of his romantic love.  Instead, judge a person by the measure of his committed love towards his parents, his siblings, his God and to himself.

Because how he loves his parents and siblings will usually be how he’ll love you in the future.

 Myth #11:  God wants me to marry whomever I fall in love with.

 Get ready to be blown away by my statement:  Never marry because of love.

I know Die-hard romantics will never forgive me for that statement.  But I want to save you from years and years of heartache.  I’ll say it again:  Never marry because of love.

Only marry because you’ve found the RIGHT partner—and choose to love him forever.  (By “right,” I mean that he has what it takes to be a good husband and good father to your future children.)

Romantic love is like the wind—here today and gone tomorrow.  Strong like a violent storm today (“I can’t stop thinking about him!”) and dead as a rock the next day.  (“What’s his name again?”)

I love what Scott Peck, the author of the classic The Road Less Travelled, says about true love.  He says that true love begins only when one falls out of love.  Because true love has to be willed.  There’s got to be a decision involved.  While you’re in love with someone, love is involuntary.  You just love.  (The feeling of love falls on you like a brick from the sky hitting your head—wham!—and you don’t know what hit you.)  But when you fall out of love, and you still make a choice to love, then that’s the beginning of true love.

STEAL LIKE AN ARTIST 10 things nobody told you about being creative (Austin Kleon)

ALL ADVICE IS AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL.

It’s one of my theories that when people give you advice, they’re really just talking to themselves in the past.

This book is me talking to a previous version of myself.

These are things I’ve learned over almost a decade of trying to figure out how to make art, but a funny thing happened when I started sharing them with others—I realized that they aren’t just for artists.  They’re for everyone.

These ideas apply to anyone who’s trying to inject some creativity into their life and their work.  (That should describe all of us.)

In other words:  This book is for you.

Whoever you are, whatever you make.

Let’s get started.

— STEAL LIKE AN ARTIST, 10 Things Nobody Told You About Being Creative (Austin Kleon)

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From the 10 secrets that Austin Kleon shared in the book, six are already familiar to me.  But they didn’t bore me, in fact, he reminded me again of things that I may have forgotten about how to put creativity into my work, even if my work is doing admin job.  And of these six that are familiar, Austin expounded on them, adding subtitles to the main title or topic which led me from one place to another, from something conventional to radical, from one familiar idea to a never-heard-before idea.  This book, I must say, is a mixed of comfort and surprise.

For example, in Secret no. 6, Austin shared that to be creative, you must “Do good work and share it with people.”  When I read that, I asked myself, what’s so secret about that?  Of course! But as I turned the page and saw these words typed in all capital letters “IN THE BEGINNING, OBSCURITY IS GOOD,” to further explain the main topic, I really paid attention. Here Austin shared:

“I get a lot of emails from young people who ask, “How do I get discovered?

“I sympathize with them.  There is a kind of fallout that happens when you leave college.  The classroom is a wonderful, if artificial, place:  Your professor gets paid to pay attention to your ideas, and your classmates are paying to pay attention to your ideas.  Never again in your life will you have such captive audience.

“Soon after, you learn that most of the world doesn’t really necessarily care about what you think.  It sounds harsh, but it’s true.  As the writer Steven Pressfield says, ‘It’s not that people are mean or cruel, they’re just busy.’

“This is actually a good thing, because you want attention only after you’re doing really good work.  There’s no pressure when you’re unknown.  You can do what you want.  Experiment.  Do things just for the fun of it.  When you’re unknown, there’s nothing to distract you from getting better.  No public image to manage.  No huge paycheck on the line.  No stockholders.  No emails from your agent.  No hangers-on.

“You’ll never get the freedom back again once people start paying you attention, and especially not once they start paying you money.

“Enjoy your obscurity while it lasts.  Use it.”

LOVE IT.  I love those words that he said.  Because I remember when I told a friend that I am a blogger, he asked if people are following my blogs.  I said, there are around five people, not that many really.  I also said that when I started blogging, that’s not my goal really, it’s not my goal to be “popular” online, even up to now.  I just wanted to have a venue for my love for writing, an emotional outlet, because even when I was young, before computers came to the Philippines, before the Internet, I would write down my thoughts and experiences in my journal.   And those journals from different periods of time are all gone now, I threw them away because my older brother liked to read them when I was not around.

Unlike a notebook journal where you are keeping things to yourself, in cyberspace (my online journal these past seven years which started in Friendster, then Multiply, and now, in WordPress), I still write about my thoughts and experiences for selfish reasons but this time, I am sharing it with people who would care enough to read them and learn from them. Because writing online is my way of letting it go – happiness, anger, frustration, longings, whatever!  And if one netizen happens to see my blog and he/she got inspired by it, enjoyed it, then I’m happy just thinking about it.  Writing online is also an act of bravery for me.  Because I know that I will be judged based on what I write.  Because I know that I am unknown, got no published books under my name, and I don’t have a college degree in English, Creative Writing, or Literature.  I only get my education on writing by reading books, magazines, and newspapers, listening to music and watching movies.  And the only words of wisdom that I always remind myself whenever I write is to be always true to myself.

And even if I never get to be known for my writing, I will continue to write.  One doesn’t need affirmation to continue what one loves doing.  If you believe that you’re very good in what you do – whether it’s singing, photography, organizing a party, hosting, dancing, cooking – then continue doing it.

A lesson I will never forget:  “Do not allow praises and criticisms get into your system.  Just let it slide.”  And I learned this from Francis Brew Reyes.  Because he sure does makes sense!  Because if you love what you do, continue doing it, share your talent, no matter what people say.  Continue improving yourself.  Because listening to praises could only make you arrogant, while listening to criticisms could only make you lose confidence, focus.  Again, DO NOT ALLOW PRAISES AND CRITICISMS GET INTO YOUR SYSTEM.  JUST LET IT SLIDE.  Now this is something that Austin should know too.

I’ve mentioned that six out of the ten secrets are already familiar to me and now only serve as reminders for me to guide me in whatever I do.  What about the other four that are, needless to say, brand new ideas to me coming from Austin?  Okay, here it goes:

Nobody told me this— WRITE WHAT YOU LIKE.

Austin explained: “The question every young writer at some point asks is:  ‘What should I write?’ And the standard answer is, ‘Write what you know.’  This advice always leads to terrible stories in which nothing interesting happens.

“The best advice is not to write what you know, it’s to write what you like.  Write the kind of story you like best—write the story you want to read.  The same principle applies to your life and your career:  Whenever you’re at a loss for what move to make next, just ask yourself, ‘What would make a better story?’

“The manifesto is this:  Draw the art you want to see, start the business you want to run, play the music you want to hear, write the books you want to read, build the products you want to use—do the work you want to see done.”

Wow.  All this time I’ve been guided by this conventional wisdom: “Write what you know.”  Jeez, thanks Austin, nobody told me that.

And here are another inspiring words from Austin to adult people everywhere who feel they are stuck in a boring job (and I feel I’m one of them).  Who believe that only creative people are the coolest people on earth because they’re “creating” something unlike us who just follow orders, do paperwork. Hey, don’t put yourself down.  Look at the bright side!  According to Austin, a boring job that pays decently, doesn’t make you want to vomit, and leaves you with enough energy to make things in your spare time is a good job.  So to sum it all up:

Secret No. 9:  BE BORING.  (IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GET WORK DONE.)

Austin said: “I’m a boring guy with a nine-to-five job who lives in a quiet neighborhood with his wife and his dog.  That whole romantic image of the creative genius doing drugs and running around and sleeping with everyone is played out.  It’s for the superhuman and the people who want to die young.  The thing is:  It takes a lot of energy to be creative.  You don’t have that energy if you waste it on other stuff.

“The truth is that even if you’re lucky enough to make a living off doing what you truly love, it will probably take you a while to get to that point.  Until then, you’ll need a day job.

“A day job gives you money, a connection to the world, and a routine.  Freedom from financial stress also means freedom in your art.  As photographer Bill Cunningham says, ‘If you don’t take money, they can’t tell you what to do.’

“The worst thing a day job does is to take time away from you, but it makes up for that by giving you a daily routine in which you can schedule a regular time for your creative pursuits.  Establishing and keeping a routine can be even more important than having a lot of time.  Inertia is the death of creativity.  You have to stay in the groove.  When you get out of the groove, you start to dread the work, because you know it’s going to suck for a while—it’s going to suck until you get back into the flow.”

Oh.  So that’s why.  Thanks Austin.  Because nobody told me that!

suddenly it’s magic

“One day a man will come to your life who will make you forget that your heart was ever broken.”

The line above was never really mentioned in the movie, Suddenly It’s Magic.  It was actually uttered by TV host Toni Gonzaga to Popstar Princess Sarah Geronimo during their one-on-one interview.  I heard this twice from Toni already, first, when she was interviewing Sarah in The Buzz, and second, when Sarah was interviewing her in Sarah G. Live.  What a coincidence that the rare times that I see these two people talking with each other in front of the camera, Toni (who is in a five-year relationship with director Paul Soriano, the man that she proudly tells everyone in front of national television as the “man that made me forget that my heart was ever broken”) would repeat those words of wisdom to Sarah.  And each time, Sarah would just embarrassingly smile or just laughed about it.

I’m sharing this stuff because the line that Toni loved to advise to Sarah is actually the theme or the message of Suddenly It’s Magic starring our very own Erich Gonzales and Mario Maurer, a popular actor from Thailand.

Erich (I forgot her character’s name) was dumped by her fiancé on their wedding day so since that day onward, she felt like a failure.  She became jaded about being in a relationship again.  Then she rediscovered her passion for baking, the only thing that she felt she was very good at.  So she focused her whole heart and attention to her baking business, singlehandedly doing all the baking herself to help her forget the guy who made her heart broken.  So she baked lots and lots of cupcakes, pastries, wedding cakes, and she was successful enough to establish a good relationship with some restaurants that provided for her a constant income and productivity, just what she needed to combat her loneliness.

Then Erich met this foreign customer (Mario Maurer) who in the beginning was giving her “epoxy eyes” signifying his attraction but complaining later about the shockingly bad taste of her cupcake which Erich, as if her life depended on it, tried to disprove.  That it would be impossible to say that her cupcakes tasted that bad because if there was anything that she could proudly tell everyone that she was very good at, it was baking.  She could accept somebody telling her that she failed in other aspects of her life but for somebody to tell her that her cupcake was a failure, that she couldn’t accept.  She was crying when she was saying this.

The story of a boy meets girl started on the wrong foot so the boy, being a gentleman at heart, tried to make it all up to her.  The girl kept ignoring the boy, including the boy’s romantic feelings for her.  But the boy was persistent.  He was hopeful.  The boy’s guts didn’t go to waste for the girl, upon the encouragement of her family, upon being convinced with the boy’s sincerity, finally took the risk and let herself go.  She fell in love with the boy.

So in love that she agreed to be with Marcus (Mario’s character) in Thailand.

Marcus was a very popular actor in a very popular love team.  So conflicts began to appear when Marcus’ handlers (which included his mom) learned about this Filipina girlfriend that he brought with him.  They were worried that it might affect his loveteam, his whole career— a career that he worked hard for to get to where he was.  Indeed, there were many times that Marcus gave more priority to his girlfriend than the taping or a shoot that he was supposed to attend.  Indeed, it led to many cancelled auditions and projects which made Marcus’ handlers go ballistic.  They reminded Marcus to clean up his act or else he would lose his career.  The pressure was high that it came to a point that media would describe Erich as the “ugly” girlfriend.  The pressure was high that fans of Marcus’ loveteam with an equally famous young actress would give Erich nasty looks and scary threats.  The pressure was high that it came to a point where Marcus’ mom was asking him to choose between his career or his girlfriend.  The pressure was high that it also came to a point that Marcus’ mom was asking Erich to break up with his son so he could reach his dreams.

Marcus and Erich separated…  temporarily though.

Because after focusing in their respective careers for quite some time, after giving each other freedom, Marcus and Erich feelings for each other never faded away.  Because in the ending, the movie showed us Marcus and Erich back together again, kissing each other.

The whole time, many of the girls in the audience were gushing over Mario Maurer.  I would always hear a scream, “Aahh, he’s so cute!!!,” “Mario!!” It didn’t matter to them how the movie was made (to me, it was made just to please the fans, it was all for “kilig”) for what only mattered to them was how Mario Maurer acted, looked, moved, and made pa-cute all throughout the movie.

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