After all the drama, I decided to just erase from existence my four previous posts and plan to never expose it again. Blessed are those who were able to view it, see it, read it, and grasp my point of view of that terrible situation. And should that happen to me again, I SWEAR, IT'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME!

My life is back to its boring and mundane but quirky (still) solitary state of singleness and never beyond that. The usual hanging out with friends and whining stuff about what happened and jutting out what's obviously not worth mentioning and the thousands of blah blahs that come out of my mouth has been of but a routine lately. And I have recently engaged myself to a life changing habit of running here and there (jogging) and walking all the miles on earth but spending every peso on my pocket. Still trying to cut down on calories and on savory foods, etc etc etc. though, but so far, I think I'm doing good. (I HOPEFULLY HOPE SO!)

Eye Contact

Today, I was finally able to step on board the famed Andalucia Galleon all the way from Spain. It was a special replica of the 17th century galleon that was used during those times as a trading ship between Europe and Asia. At first, it was really frustrating because of the very long waiting line you see up ahead - as if all you were waiting to enter heaven...or hell. LOL
But thank goodness for those special gate passes, the waiting time was cut short for about less than an hour.

Anyways, the common denominator for everyone who was there was obviously all about those picture taking beside/inside/on board and touring around the galleon. Push that aside. This was not really the main reason why I'm making a blog right now.

It's about making looking at the eyes of another.

Naturally, I'm quite a shy person especially to total strangers. I don't like making eye to eye contact, especially when I know that that person is some kind of a maniac...LOL. Uhm, that was supposed to be serious, but the heck...

Back to the topic.

I'm not that type of person who could easily stare at your eyes. Anyone's eyes.

I need timing.

I need confidence.

I need more confidence.

Because I lack that tremendous confidence that I should have for myself.

But now

I'm starting to learn,

To rise to the occasion,

To be proud of my pair of auburn eyes.

And then I looked back.

I'm starting to look back at the people who look at me.

I try to meet their gaze as theirs stick to me like glue.

And well, I'm proud to say that I've made a few eye contacts at the pier today.

I was even randomly pictured by some random guy we passed by.

He really startled me.

Why?

Because the moment he saw me, he stopped and picked his dangling Nikon DSLR from his neck and pointed the lens directly at me. During that moment, I was happily talking to my friend without a care in the world.

I looked back at him, curious and quite surprised...still walking...and then I tried to smile...but it was awkward! dammit. LOL.

So much for being brave!

I did hope he got a good shot :) because I really thought I looked awful with my indescribable face. The whole moment we got on board and went back to the city, that candid moment was still on my mind.

It's just sad that I couldn't remember his face. Although I did know that he was quite good-looking. hahaha

BAH! Talk about charm and being a hopeless romantic! LOL.

Kudos to the crew and creators of Andalucia Galleon!!! You did a great job! I enjoyed the spectacular floating museum all the way from Spain.

Have a good sailing to the rest of the world :)

Jamie.

Since I was kicked out from my uncle's room and then wasn't able to use the PC right away because my father was still using it, I decided to grab some caramel popcorn and watch TV instead. Recalling it gives a smirk on my face; it's as if I was going to the movies or something.

And then I found out that there was really nothing edible to watch, and I almost gave up. But I decided to explore more channels, all thanks to the mankind's decision to add more nonsensical, provocative, strange, inexplicable, and out of this world channels to cable television.

Click. Naah. Click. Boring. Click. Click. Click. Dang..what channel was that? Click.

And then I stumbled on the Biography Channel. Since it was 9 o'clock, there would be another show coming. And out of all surprises, the show as about the biography of Jamie Oliver.

I was ecstatic. Yes! For the first quarter, I watched in silence, deeply awed by his life story and anything and everything about him. And yes, I was still eating that caramel popcorn. Like I said, it was like I was going to the movies. LOL

Anyways, seemingly, I've been dappled with a dash of misfortunes this month, the mistress of unfortunate arrived out of the blue and sprinkled some dust on me again.

Yes. Oh joy. I was interrupted with my mother bustling in the room yelling, "Lotto!"

I rolled my eyes and quickly changed channels. The Suertres was on but the balls haven't been drawn yet. I took a glimpse on the other channel again, relieved that the show was on a break. Not a moment too soon, my father arrived and persuasively shooed me off the room, leaving Jamie and his glamor behind.

Great. Just great.

And here I am, sitting in front of the monitor while looking for an excellent photo of Jamie online. Forgive me for stealing but I've got no other resources. LOL

Oh well, at least I resumed on my editing and web writing skills for the rest of the night.

But all I could say is that Jamie is tremendously amaaaaaazing! Wish people would be more like him :)

Notes

These notes are like people. They go up and down, they dangle in danger, they climb back for safety. Some seek for company, while some prefer solitude.

The others have emptiness in themselves, while most are shaded with joy and other emotions. These notes go by the lines and go beyond them; they are either law-abiding or rule breakers. 

Sometimes notes offer help to other notes, adding a little dash of sparkling melody that makes it sound more pleasant to the ear. Then there are those who tend to steal away the spotlight, and have the show all to themselves.

It's quite silly, actually...me having to think and make these things up so that I could compare a note from a person... But then, all that I have mentioned above are true. Do you have to argue?

The world is full of figures of speech, and I just love how it makes the world rounder and sillier...if you know what I mean...LOL

Well, I'll just sing to myself la la la and lull myself to sleep for now -_-

The Streets

"LOVE is a four-letter Lie I never learned"

Funny how I ended up reading this line on a black shirt worn by some random guy I passed by while walking alone on the streets of this little city.

What were the chances? It was like I was meant to read that line. It put up a smirk on my face and I understood. For the time being, that four-letter lie is not meant for me, it has not yet knocked on my doorstep. I have fallen in and out of love at times before, maybe it was because of too much admiration, or just plain exaggerated infatuation..whatever I want to call it so that I could make up an excuse...it's still called Love. And I never wanted to Love again. Afraid to take a leap on a pitfall of doom and disappointment.

But that four-letter lie, would someday become the truth for me, and open up like a budding flower ready to bloom.

What the heck, I'll just enjoy my life and live for the moment. What is there to be gloomy about? I know that four-letter truth is just somewhere out there, it's just a matter of time, preparedness and...destiny?


Anyways, I'd have to face the fact that I'll be facing a few four-letter lies on the way, because this fate of mine (my beautiful face...yeahright) is still on the brinks of old-fashioned 'play with me and have fun' icon. lol

Instant

Everything starts in an instant.
The moment you wake up, you get out of bed and look at the bathroom mirror. Ignore yourself for a moment and then take a shower. Make some breakfast and before you know it, you'd be staring blankly at space while munching those boluses into in your mouth for your stomach to digest. Soon, you'd realize that what you're eating is already a processed food, an instant noodle...has an easy-to-cook label or ready in 5 minutes.

Everything happens in an instant.
You go to work, or maybe go to school. Either way, you wait for the bus to pick you up, wait in line to catch a taxi, or simply cover a walking distance from your apartment/home. And then on the way, you could get stomped on the feet, get your uniform ruined, or bump against the repelling forces that come at you.

Everything goes in an instant.
You complain over spilled coffee or milk or juice on your table when it's break time. Another horde of annoying voices come crashing at you, but you have no choice but to listen. The hustle and bustle of the city echoes vividly as if it was pressed against your ears. After which you can no longer wait for the day to end, to just simply relax, and shut everything down.

Everything dies in an instant.
The dead silence almost ruining your ears and sanity. Everything around is completely dark and lonely. With only you to talk with, to contemplate with, to deliberate with. No one else. Just you, alone. All alone.

Can we wish for an instant happiness?