Flirting 101 (part 2)

"Master the art of flirting, and you could never go wrong"

Disclaimer: dear readers, all mentioned here are product of my own partial and unofficial way of thinking. So please, no filing of any legal cases if somehow you find all these things offensive.

Due to insistent 'friendship' demand and as a result of the UN- popularity of my previous post entitled "On Flirting", I was forced to do a more extensive research on other kinds of flirts.

And after a long run of surveys, interviews and researches. Here I am, presenting to you the product of my 'self-proclaimed' hard work. My "so-called" masterpiece.

A new added list to my collection of flirts.

Okay before you continue on reading, please be sure that you have read the disclaimer, OKAY?!

Technical Flirts

Technically speaking, technical flirts are, erm.. well technical. (oHKAY! That was quite redundant).. Oh well, technical flirts are those kind of flirts that uses all the available techie gadgets he/she could get his hands on to flirt. For example, thru chatting or texting or emails, he uses this technology to exercise his flirting wiles. The only drawback here is, there would be no way of finding out if the other party is seriously flirting or just 'flirting' flirting(you know for fun). Also, people who uses this kind flirting technique can have split-personalities. That means they can only be flirts when hiding behind technical gadgets, but when come face to face with their 'preys', they lost it all. All the "I think you are hot!", ""You always remind me of something nice", and all those flirting lines they use when flirting thru text maybe turn into a shy "hi, the weather's nice, don't you think?" when they see their 'prey' in person. Also, there is no way of distinguishing technical flirt among a crowd so there is really no distinction with these kind.

Automatic Flirts

I think the title speaks for itself. There is no specific time to flirt for these kind. What I mean is, every chance they get they flirt. It is so automatic. There is no on/off button to them. Whenever they see prospective 'preys' they flirt with, their flirting program automatically switches on, and if ever they find these 'preys' boring along the way of flirtation the program automatically switches off. These kind are like natural flirts (see "On Flirting" ), their mastery of the art of flirting is beyond perfection. Well, that should be that way or else they would be automatic flirts for nothing. I mean how can they no if their prospect are worthy of being flirted with if they have not flirted for years and mastered the skill. And also, these flirts are very effective flirts. VERY EFFECTIVE.

Defective Flirts

If we have automatic flirts which are VERY EFFECTIVE, then we also DEFECTIVE FLIRTS. These are the kind of flirts that no matter what flirting style(a/n: which would be research upon and would be the next "so-called" masterpiece) they use, nothing still works. I mean, they still are not effective flirts. All their flirting efforts just go to waste because nobody notices it or just simply nobody cares whether they are flirting or not. These defective flirts maybe wearing a super thick jacket and carrying a large umbrella when God scattered skill on flirting to the world. No matter how much they study the art of flirtation they just can't get it. And these kind of flirts when push to its extreme level turns to the next kind of flirt I am going to discuss.

Desperate Flirts

Desperate Flirts evolves from Defective Flirts. Since defective flirts always fail no matter what they do. They resort to drastic measure which make them desperate. At this point, they would do anything and everything under the sun just to be able to make even on 'prey' fall for their fall for their flirting skills. Anything to convince anyone that they know how to flirt. Flirting is not really hard, it's just that some people are just too dense to know how to flirt.

Jester Flirts

Can also be called 'make-believe' flirts. Makes their 'prey' believe that they are flirting with them 'for real' but once the 'prey' have fallen for it then BOOM these jester flirts would start taking of their mask and start showing their true colors. These flirts are those kind that only flirt for fun and with one goal to pursue, and that goal is to play around with those 'prey' they flirt with. This description may make them sound like they are bad guys and the worst flirt ever, but in reality they are not. They may be hurting lots of people by their carefree attitude in flirting but they really mean no harm. They just think that what they are doing is amusing for both them and their 'preys'.

Versatile Flirts

Or 'shape-shifter' flirts. In flirting, the same style of flirting cannot be used on different kinds of 'preys'. I mean one style can be effective to 'prey#1' but not to 'prey#2'. Flirts must learn different styles of flirting to be effective. And these versatile flirts, I can say have mastered, if not all, most of the styles and have the ability to shift from one style to another with just the snap of the finger. These kind can very well adapt to changes. For example, versatile flirt is flirting with 'prey#1' he is using the Passive flirting style(to be discussed soon) but this style when used to 'prey#2' is not effective so versatile flirt must change style, and he can do it in an instant you wont even notice it. He is also very competent in various style of flirting.

Promiscuous Flirts

Well, for me these are the worst kind of flirts. We have nasty flirts, but promiscuous flirts are the worst. At least nasty flirts attack their 'preys' one at a time. And they observe the proper decorum in flirting, which is no "No flirting with someone who is already flirting with another." But promiscuous flirts, they flirt with everybody. Like, "Oh there is a guy, I'll flirt with him", then "there is another guy I'll flirt with him too.", then "oh there is this cute guy flirting with my friend, need to flirt with him too." And all those flirting happens all at the same time.

That's it! Another set of flirts. If you did not find yourself categorized on any of the type of flirts I have posted before, I hope you'll be able to do it in this one. Uhm, unless you are not a flirt (or so you say). Again, this is facts are self-fabricated by me and there are no approved theoretical claims. But if you somehow find them correct, thank you.

So, what kind of flirt are you?=p

Just a crazy urge..

Yep! Just a crazy urge. I was just going thru old pictures when I saw this one. It is from my OJT days in ICTSI.

Since I am super confident that Sir Chiechan won't find this, not intentionally anyway, let me share with you guys the guy I've been ogling after all summer.
DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING BAD 'BOUT HIM!!





















well? Don't we look good together? hahaha..

Actually, Melody (fellow OJT) was somewhere in the picture. But this was a 'set-up' picture. Melody posed a little bit far from us so it looks like only Sir Chiechan and I are on this picture. And for the sake of my vanity, I cropped out Melody.=p

And this another picture is how Sir Chiechan looks with glasses.



















Cute, ne? Who won't fall for such a guy? Hahaha..

Oh, how sad! If only Sir Chiechan is free and not yet spoken for. Well, that's all. Just want to share to you my beloved Chiechan.

It really takes me too long before I get over him. Stupid,stupid me.

Memories of Harry Potter

*don't mind the title, it's senseless..*

I don't know why but I seem to develop a hobby of watching the same movie for a consecutive number of times in different cinemas with different companions. For example, Spiderman3, I watched that movies 5 times! Yeah, 5 times, all in wide-screen. And to think, I did not like the movie. I find it boring (which is opposed to the thinking of the many if not all the people out there) Well, maybe I just can't say no to the persons who asks me to go watch it with them. Then there is POC3, which is a very different situation with spidey since I like pirates so much. I am in love, no, obsessed with Capt. Jack Sparrow. I even watched POC3 for the 4th time alone. That's how much I enjoyed the movie.

And just recently, Harry Potter. I've seen the movie two times now. First was with Tita Yos and Dad, and second was with my friends. And probably, there would be a third time with Shin. No, I am not a Potter -Maniac, its just that my reason is the same as my reason for watching spiderman3, 5 times, I can't say no to people. Actually, the soon to be third time with Shin was supposed to be the 4th, last monday I was supposed to watch it with my TE-mates, but I wasn't able to go because I have something important to do. What a loss! It was supposed to be my first time watching a movie with them. Well, there is still a next time, ne?

Back to Harry Potter, again I am not a Potter maniac and I did not enjoyed the movie much. I wont be doing a review well because others would do a review and I don't want to be one of them and I am not that good critique enough to do a review. What I just want to say is that Harry Potter looks older than me and Luna Lovegood is oh-so pretty!!=D

And my "dirty-handsome-men-are-hot" syndrome is back. Gary Oldman more known as Sirius Black have made it to my list of hottest Hollywood men. Of course Keanu Reeves is still on the top, but Gary Oldman is now one of them. He is a good actor, he did well on giving life to the character of Sirius Black and I find him way cuter that Daniel Radcliffe. You may think I am mad for choosing Sirius over Harry himself, but I don't know. Maybe I have weird tastes, I just think Daniel's look is so common-looking. I mean everyone thinks he's hot, almost all the girls out there are swooning at the sight him and I find that very common. I want to like someone new and someone who is not liked by everyone else.

And, oh before I forget. Last saturday after watching Harry Potter I saw someone who I never thought of seeing again but hoping to see again and very pleased when I saw him again(okay that doesn't make any sense at all). He was an old friend, an old special friend. We had something special then, something peculiarly special. To clear things up, we were not an item. We were just friends, its just we had something special in that friendship we shared. Anyway, that was in the past. Except for last saturday, it was ages ago, 3 years to be exact since we last had contact with each other. Whatever we had before, it was nothing but a memory now. A long forgotten memory which was reminisced last saturday. I have no intentions of having what we have back then, I was just very happy to see him again.=D

Oh so many happy memories. That coincidental encounter brought back so many happy memories. As a said before I don't wish to have back what we had, but I wish I could be the vetzky that that guy knew before. I remember, that guy hates changes so much he always scold me if he notices a change in me, especially a bad one. He can also make me feel irate and happy at the same time. And only he can alter my decision if I've already set my mind on it. See, I told you he was special. Sadly, that something special we had can never be part of neither my present nor my future, it just have to remain a special memory.

I have so many of them, those special memories. And I keep them all in a white laced box. Isolated from the ordinary memories I have. Now I think of it, all I have are just memories huh.. nothing but memories. Oh damn!

Dreamy butterfly lair..

Yey!! New Layout!!=D

Actually, I am not the one who did this lay-out.. I just stole ..err.. rather borrowed it from blogskins.

The original creator were mentioned in the credit part of this layout,(which I removed). But anyway, let me at least thank them thru this post.

Connie.
Bonnie
brushes
images

These are the people responsible for this lovely lay out! ARIGATOU GOZAIMAZU!!

That's all for now. Ja'

Reality Has Bitten Vetzky

*A dreamer is what I am...
I think, well, I hope everything's okay now. Maybe I could get back to writing and posting now.

I am the kind of person who hate changes very much. I always tend to cling on the past, the past where I find my comfort zone.

It's been almost 4yrs since I left the warm and cuddly and safe and secure high school life. It's been 4yrs since I entered the dangerous and exciting and compicated college life. But I must admit, I can't still let go of the memories of the past.

Currently, I am on the process of developing a highly-complicated program (which is actually very simple) that my ever so fragile mind cannot cope with it. Because I needed more resources to support and continue developing this highly-complicated program (which is actually very simple), I figuratively and literaly turned my room upside down looking for old-notes and old-books. And guess what I found? Instead of old and dusty programming books, I found an old big dusty envelope (which in the latter part brought upon my dreaded allergies) that contains so many retreat letters from my junior and senior years in high school.

And instead of keeping it away again, which is something I should've done only if I was thinking correctly, and go back to developing the highly complicated program (which is actually very simple) I left hanging for a while. I blew off the dust (and worsen my already worse-beyond-cure allergies) and started sorting off the letters and reading each of them.

And that experience was like a time-travel for me. I never thought that those silly, sometimes touching letters could bring forth so many memories of the past. The first letter I read was from Allan Tope and I was already laughing out loud. Allan and I were classmates since freshmen upto our junior years.

In UST-HS, we don't have a block section, students were shuffled every year so there is a very little chance that 2 students would be classmates until they graduate well except for those nerdy students who belong in the top class.(unluckily or luckily I am not one of them)

Actually that letter from Allan says nothing but the usual "happy RetreaT! enjoy! god bless! and thank you for your friendship!" -monotonous retreat letter. What made me laugh is the fact that though we've already been classmates for 3-long-years, he still don't know how to spell my name. I know that my name is not vey common but I am not claiming that is also unique. So, I see no reason why people keeps on misspelling it, which is kinda frustrating. Really. GUYS MY NAME SPELLS LIKE THIS Y-V-E-T-T-E and it is PRONOUNCED LIKE "EEHVET".

Anyway, moving on. I have also read letters from my barkada "kulto" so we call ourselves (don't ask why that's our group name) and also letters from Din and Miks. As expected, these letters held more memories and meaning than all the other letters combined. I've been with these guys, like forever, though we all just met each other during that 4yrs stay we had in UST high. Reading letters from my closest friends in high school was like a roller-coaster ride of emotions with 10 deadly, highly exciting and dangerous loops. There were letters that after reading I couldn't help but laugh out loud up to the point that my cousin who is just in the room next time can't help but see if I already lose my sanity. Then there are letters that makes me cry, actually they are not those sad, painful kind of letter. but, I don't know it still makes me cry. There are also letters that make me think back and reflect and then after all those grueling thinking and reflection, all I could say to myself is;

"Who is that girl they are talking to in that letter?"

And then, I would realize. People around me now tell me that I am so childish and immature, but I wonder if they have knew me then, would they still be saying the same thing. While reading the letters, I was evaluating myself and all the changes I have undergone these last 3 yrs. Yeah, I've changed, changed alot for that matter but not too drastic I hope.

I think, and I am sure that I've already matured alot in my years as a college student. Maybe because I was exposed to the real world, where the idealistic me cannot exist. Where I was stripped off the mask I was wearing and I was exposed for all the world to see. By reading all those letters, I was able to see a solid-proof that I have really undergone a lot of changes. Though admittedly not all those changes are good changes. Some, if not most, are pretty bad. But all those things sum up to what I am now.

I am not that overly-weak "vetzky" who can cry over lots of stupid things anymore.
I am not that childish and desperate "vetzky" who stalks and chases her crush all over the campus.
I am not that clown "vetzky" who can laugh thru her tears and make her friends laugh with her.
I am not that silly "vetzky" who tries so hard to imitate amadeus mozart's laugh to the point of embarassing herself in front of others.
I am not that cowardly "vetzky" that screams like and idiot everytime she hears anything that has to do with ghosts.

I am not that "vetzky" that I was once before. NOT ANYMORE.

I am the new tough "vetzky" who does not cry easily and could hide her traitorous emotions behind a smile.
I am the new mature "vetzky" who does not make falling in and out of love a hobby.
I am the new finesse "vetzky" who thinks before acting.
I am the new wiser "vetzky" whom you cannot easily fool.
I am the new brave "vetsky" who is ready at whatever problems and trials that would come her way.

I am still the same "vetzky". The SAME CHANGED "VETZKY" though.

how was that for a contradiction? But, true enough, I am still the same "vetzky", the only difference was I am not the same idealistic "vetzky" anymore and blame it all to reality. For when reality bites, it really bites. You know, with all those marks and blood and..Ohkay I dont have to go thru all the gross parts, right?..

Well, those among you who have been bitten by reality already must know how painful the bite is.

And it doesn't fade, it marks you, the pain stays, the only thing you can do is mask that pain so that nobody would notice, But it is there. It is there to remind us that is has bitten us and can bite us again just to bring us back to reality.

To remind us that we cannot live forever on our fantasy world.

Being a constant Dreamer, I know. I know that the ideal world we create in our minds is sometimes very ideal and very tempting. It coerce us into leaving reality and continue living in our own fantasy world. But it just isn't done. One way or another we have to go back to reality, either we go back on our own will or we have to be dragged kicking and shouting. The bottom line is we have to go back and live life the way it should be.

*...a Dreamer forced to leave her fantasy to live REALITY.