Heidee blogs: Stalker
Last Friday night, I was running late for my gym class which Maya and I were supposed to attend together so I walked briskly, mentally reprimanding myself for getting distracted in SM department store after submitting my "change in ownership" forms and requirements to Globe Telecom. I was dressed in my gym outfit - t-shirt, jogging pants and rubber shoes, my hair twirled into a clamp at the back of my head, and since it was at the end of the day most of my makeup had worn off already. In other words I was looking my grungiest when suddenly a foreigner walking beside me asked me, "Where do you work? Your face looks familiar." At first I thought, maybe this is one of our company expats, after all I was near our other office vicinity, in 6750. So I gave him an honest answer. When he told me he was from Canada and started chatting, saying I had an honest face, that I looked educated, and that he liked my natural look unlike others who had heavy makeup, I mentally squirmed and thought, "Not again!" In the end he asked for my number and could I join him for coffee. I declined, saying I had to meet a friend.
My office friends are always teasing me, saying that I was very saleable to foreigners. I don't know why, but I always get approached by them. Once in a food court some dark guy invited me to join him for lunch, and I shook my head no, of course. Another time I was reading in the park when an Indian also started chatting to me, saying he was studing in the Asia Institute of Management nearby. When he asked for my number, we were both without pen and paper, so that ended that. Then there was that creepy American guy in Glorietta who thought his being half-Mexican and therefore "malambing" was an excuse for him to hold my hand. And the messages I get in my friendster, like once this Spanish man said he wanted me to know that he thought I was very beautiful. And now this. Maybe foreigners are just lonely in a strange land and I look like someone very friendly and accomodating. At least I hope that's all they're after. Still, my mom's words to me as a child keep ringing in my head, "Don't talk to strangers!" So even though my cousins who married foreigners and are now abroad and my other relatives encourage this sort of behavior, I still run the opposite direction. Yes, it's a sad sad fact that Filipinas are encouraged to get "rescued" by foreigners who will marry them and whisk them away to a paradise abroad. I do want to go abroad, too, but not that way. Like my coming to Makati, I will do it on my own.
When I finally got to the gym, though, I suddenly got a text message from an unknown number. When I asked who he was, he said he had gotten my number from a forwarded email. Okay, a new guy again. It would've been nice to have a new friend, but when I found out he had this nasty habit of misscalling me every time I did not answer his text immediately (like within 2 minutes), I got annoyed. I think it's rude to do that, same way I don't like people who buzz me in YM when I don't reply immediately. So I gave him to my friend who was looking for a textmate. He's actually the second guy I turned over to this friend last week. The first one was the YM buzzer guy. I don't know, but I'm just not in the mood for new guy textmates lately. Especially makulit, over-eager ones. Thankfully they've backed off, unlike a certain stupid bunny who just doesn't get it. My silence means I want you to leave me alone! Why can't you let that go through your thick skull?!? So here's a lesson to all guys: if a girl ignores you, it means she doesn't care about you. Constantly sending messages will not make her think you're sweet. It makes you annoying at the least and creepy at the most.
Take the experience of my friend. This friend of mine is definitely strikingly beautiful, without a doubt. I always say that if I had been a guy I'd probably be in love with her too because she's got everything. She's beautiful, intelligent, sexy, fashionista, rich (hehe). So no wonder guys are falling left and right for this girl. However, some of them are bordering on scary. Like this guy, who, a few months ago, first contacted her thru friendster, saying he always saw her during lunchtime at our building's cafeteria (36th floor) and by asking around, found out her name. My friend made the mistake of replying to his first email, which included a list of 50 facts he gathered about her and for her to answer whether each one is true or false. After that, he suddenly assumed that she wanted to be friends with him, and that she would join him in his gimiks. If he had been a torpe type geeky guy it would have been less creepy, but the way he talked was so mahangin! Like the day after he first emailed, he told her, "Kanina nagkahiyaan pa tayo ano, magkatabi lang ng tayo ng mesa, di pa tayo nagpansinan." We all laughed very hard when we read that. Hahaha ang kapal! My friend of course ignored all his messages afterward, and whenever we saw his curly head in the cafeteria we'd steer clear of him. Then last week, as luck would have it, we accidentally shared the same table. And it happened to be on the day when our friend told us that he had resurfaced, this time emailing her in her company email. It said:
I'm going to run 3 batches of email that corresponds to your possible middle initials. The 3 batches refer to the 3 levels of letters of a celfon keypad (a to f; g to o; p to z). This is to get your right email address. I just got clue from one of your colleagues when he send me an email.
Don't bother to reply if you consider me as a nuisance to you that deserves a spam tag. I just want to meet and know you personally for the purpose of any applicable level to you. As of now, I don't have any ways other than this to finally meet you (malamang huling hirit ko na 'to! Hehehe!). I assume that you already know me since we often see each other at the 36th floor. But then again, it's alright if you just disregard and ignore this email. Pagpasensyahan mo na kakulitan ko ha!
Thanks and God bless you!
Nga pala, attach ko n rin sum nice pics para di naman msayang email n to...
The pics were kind of bastos, that's why we all flared up upon seeing them. We advised our friend to contact IT support if there's a way to block his email. And perhaps she could also contact his company (the stupid guy was using his company email with all his details) and report him for harassment. Really. I thought stalkers only existed in movies. Guys like that deserve to be run over by a huge ten-wheeler truck.
Last Friday night, I was running late for my gym class which Maya and I were supposed to attend together so I walked briskly, mentally reprimanding myself for getting distracted in SM department store after submitting my "change in ownership" forms and requirements to Globe Telecom. I was dressed in my gym outfit - t-shirt, jogging pants and rubber shoes, my hair twirled into a clamp at the back of my head, and since it was at the end of the day most of my makeup had worn off already. In other words I was looking my grungiest when suddenly a foreigner walking beside me asked me, "Where do you work? Your face looks familiar." At first I thought, maybe this is one of our company expats, after all I was near our other office vicinity, in 6750. So I gave him an honest answer. When he told me he was from Canada and started chatting, saying I had an honest face, that I looked educated, and that he liked my natural look unlike others who had heavy makeup, I mentally squirmed and thought, "Not again!" In the end he asked for my number and could I join him for coffee. I declined, saying I had to meet a friend.
My office friends are always teasing me, saying that I was very saleable to foreigners. I don't know why, but I always get approached by them. Once in a food court some dark guy invited me to join him for lunch, and I shook my head no, of course. Another time I was reading in the park when an Indian also started chatting to me, saying he was studing in the Asia Institute of Management nearby. When he asked for my number, we were both without pen and paper, so that ended that. Then there was that creepy American guy in Glorietta who thought his being half-Mexican and therefore "malambing" was an excuse for him to hold my hand. And the messages I get in my friendster, like once this Spanish man said he wanted me to know that he thought I was very beautiful. And now this. Maybe foreigners are just lonely in a strange land and I look like someone very friendly and accomodating. At least I hope that's all they're after. Still, my mom's words to me as a child keep ringing in my head, "Don't talk to strangers!" So even though my cousins who married foreigners and are now abroad and my other relatives encourage this sort of behavior, I still run the opposite direction. Yes, it's a sad sad fact that Filipinas are encouraged to get "rescued" by foreigners who will marry them and whisk them away to a paradise abroad. I do want to go abroad, too, but not that way. Like my coming to Makati, I will do it on my own.
When I finally got to the gym, though, I suddenly got a text message from an unknown number. When I asked who he was, he said he had gotten my number from a forwarded email. Okay, a new guy again. It would've been nice to have a new friend, but when I found out he had this nasty habit of misscalling me every time I did not answer his text immediately (like within 2 minutes), I got annoyed. I think it's rude to do that, same way I don't like people who buzz me in YM when I don't reply immediately. So I gave him to my friend who was looking for a textmate. He's actually the second guy I turned over to this friend last week. The first one was the YM buzzer guy. I don't know, but I'm just not in the mood for new guy textmates lately. Especially makulit, over-eager ones. Thankfully they've backed off, unlike a certain stupid bunny who just doesn't get it. My silence means I want you to leave me alone! Why can't you let that go through your thick skull?!? So here's a lesson to all guys: if a girl ignores you, it means she doesn't care about you. Constantly sending messages will not make her think you're sweet. It makes you annoying at the least and creepy at the most.
Take the experience of my friend. This friend of mine is definitely strikingly beautiful, without a doubt. I always say that if I had been a guy I'd probably be in love with her too because she's got everything. She's beautiful, intelligent, sexy, fashionista, rich (hehe). So no wonder guys are falling left and right for this girl. However, some of them are bordering on scary. Like this guy, who, a few months ago, first contacted her thru friendster, saying he always saw her during lunchtime at our building's cafeteria (36th floor) and by asking around, found out her name. My friend made the mistake of replying to his first email, which included a list of 50 facts he gathered about her and for her to answer whether each one is true or false. After that, he suddenly assumed that she wanted to be friends with him, and that she would join him in his gimiks. If he had been a torpe type geeky guy it would have been less creepy, but the way he talked was so mahangin! Like the day after he first emailed, he told her, "Kanina nagkahiyaan pa tayo ano, magkatabi lang ng tayo ng mesa, di pa tayo nagpansinan." We all laughed very hard when we read that. Hahaha ang kapal! My friend of course ignored all his messages afterward, and whenever we saw his curly head in the cafeteria we'd steer clear of him. Then last week, as luck would have it, we accidentally shared the same table. And it happened to be on the day when our friend told us that he had resurfaced, this time emailing her in her company email. It said:
I'm going to run 3 batches of email that corresponds to your possible middle initials. The 3 batches refer to the 3 levels of letters of a celfon keypad (a to f; g to o; p to z). This is to get your right email address. I just got clue from one of your colleagues when he send me an email.
Don't bother to reply if you consider me as a nuisance to you that deserves a spam tag. I just want to meet and know you personally for the purpose of any applicable level to you. As of now, I don't have any ways other than this to finally meet you (malamang huling hirit ko na 'to! Hehehe!). I assume that you already know me since we often see each other at the 36th floor. But then again, it's alright if you just disregard and ignore this email. Pagpasensyahan mo na kakulitan ko ha!
Thanks and God bless you!
Nga pala, attach ko n rin sum nice pics para di naman msayang email n to...
The pics were kind of bastos, that's why we all flared up upon seeing them. We advised our friend to contact IT support if there's a way to block his email. And perhaps she could also contact his company (the stupid guy was using his company email with all his details) and report him for harassment. Really. I thought stalkers only existed in movies. Guys like that deserve to be run over by a huge ten-wheeler truck.
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