Me, Sand and Sea

I'm strolling by the shore, breathing the calm scent of the sand and the sea, being soothed by the sound of the waves crashing, mesmerized by the dark horizon. 

And I want to do a voice blog. And this blog. And stay here. Am I weird? My friends wanna talk, i wanna be reflective. 

Well I can only do this once in a while. I want to make the most out of it and capture the moment as best I can. 

I wanna see the stars, however scarce they are. I wanna walk on the sand by the shore and watch if the waves reach my feet. I want to look at the dark horizon and wonder what's out there. I want my hair tossed and ruffled by the cool night breeze. I want to see the sand smoothened by the waves. I wanna watch my friends make "floodways" and wait until the water reaches it. Haha. 

I want to thank God for my life. I want to appreciate what I have in my life. I want to appreciate who I have in my life. 

I want to put my feet up when the waves reach where I am sitting. I want to listen to my friends talk about things that doesnt necessarily make sense. 

I want to do everything and nothing. 

I want to freeze time and let it stay in this moment. 

Karma's a Biatch, Ain't It?

We all reap what we sow. That's why when karma strikes... it hits you full in the face all you can remember is the  whiplash.

It's either you think you're that good or  others are that stupid that they can't see right through you. Newsflash earthling: they read you like a glaring warning sign of toxic waste.

Power is like electricity. You use too much and you burn yourself. Use it for the right reasons and you make lives easier. You are like a power surge. Small bursts of power. Big damage. I hope you remember, power tripping results in short circuits.

It can backfire on you. Karma.

Childhood Memories

A couple of days ago, my childhood friend Migs posted (in FB) something that he used to do when he was a kid. By "kid" I immediately thought it may be the time that we were neighbors and we used to do almost everything together. It ended up being an exchange of reminisces that made me miss the old days.


Sharing our FB comments:

Eva Dueñas Capistrano: U did? I never remembered. Sa bagay, whenever we're together, it's always about toys and making maggie cry. Teehee!
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Miguel Francisco: and getting tadpoles hahaha remember that?
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Miguel Francisco: And I remember this leaf we put in out bubble bottles to make more bubbles? I learned it from you... Alokbati or something?
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Eva Dueñas Capistrano: Eeeeek omg the tadpoles!!! Beside the watertank. The leaf…Uh was it alokbati or gumamela leaf? *memory gap* bsta yeah we did that pra hindi n tyo mnghingi ng tide.. And your ectoplasm. My favorite.
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Miguel Francisco: it was this vine something color violet that I had to go to this hidden way to get to the other street -- hahaha -- childhood adventures. OOOHHH how about this leaf we put wax in then burn and it pops during brownout nights LOL!
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Eva Dueñas Capistrano: yeah yeah the one that looks like onion leaves... thin ones... i think they were weeds... then we burn them with the candles and they sizzle! Oh and the aratellis fruits that you guys eat that I refused to (but I eventually did eat it, once I think) from that house at the end of the street?
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Miguel Francisco: peer pressure ba? LOL!
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Eva Dueñas Capistrano: I think bullying is a more appropriate term. LOL!
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Miguel Francisco: Hahahaha!!! Oh those were the days... Cheers my good longest childhood friend I can remember!
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Eva Dueñas Capistrano: Loveeet! All the best to my first ever childhood friend!!! For life!!
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Looking forward to a reunion of the families! And more reminisces! Cheers!

Rain, I Love You…BUT…

…BUT please don't be in my parade.

Okay, I'm not really referring to Rain the Korean singer/dancer because I do love him, period. No buts.(wistful sigh) I'm referring to the weather. I love rainy and cool weather after weeks of intense, unreasonable heat. But rain is only good for those planning to stay indoors. And I DO NOT intend to stay indoors this weekend. Besides, I can only do this once… in a blue moon. So please… Nix the raining, hold the downpour. If your rival Mr. Sun could make a cameo it would be mucho appreciated.

Walang basagan ng trip ha. Hindi pa huli ang lahat! LOL!

So You Think You Can Dance?

So you think you can dance?

No, not the show. I meant life. Think you can always dance to it?

Nope. Sometimes we miss a beat. Sometimes we can't even get the beat. Other times it seems life is out of sync with us. Why? It's God's design. So we cling to Him, so we learn from Him, so we be reminded that He choreographs everything. No matter what moves we want to do, what turns we choose to take, He is watching over us. 

Then sometimes life is just dandy. We groove to the beat of our chosen music. We (seem to) know the next step to the next stanza. Everything goes as planned. Perhaps because God meant it to be. Unfortunately this lures us into a sense of always being in control, always getting what we want the way we want it. So much so that when the tape runs out, we get lost in the deafening silence and start stumbling around. We often forget that sometimes we have to step back and listen to God's music this time, and not our own. We may not hear it clearly, but we have to believe that it has never stopped playing in our lives.  We have to believe that even if our own music stops, we shouldn't be lost, because we always have His music to listen to, His dance to follow. 

In every step, in every count, there's always a 50/50 chance of stumbling and falling. So if we feel as if we've been stumbling and falling down a lot, bear in mind that there's no other way to go but up. What's important is we don't let the floor block our view. Head up, eyes open, and see the little things unravel before us. We have to try to appreciate what we can see from the bottom, because those may be the ones that can help us go back up. Otherwise, we shall continue to stumble blindly amidst the negativity. 

And as we go back up, let us not forget where we came from -- to keep us grounded. Let us not forget how we stumbled -- so hopefully we won't trip the same way again. Let us not forget the hands that help and the hearts that care -- so we may do the same for others. Let us not forget that there's always His music -- so we don't get lost. 

It's God's choreography, after all. He just lets us freestyle. 

...And They Said Not to Talk to Strangers...

When I was a kid, my mom kept on telling me not to talk to strangers. Up to this day, I almost never do. I'm not in the habit of chatting someone up while falling in line, waiting, riding the bus etc. Which is why in times of my "willing to share ME time", I'd rather have a friend with me -- personally or at least on the phone.

And today was one of those times.

The guy in the DFA window was making small talk. He even wished me goodluck as he handed me my certified document. Maybe he thought I was going to apply for something abroad. Okaaay, so he meant well anyway.

As I was walking (hurriedly) towards my friend's car, this older guy who let me pass by ahead of him in the exit started walking in pace with me, and making small talk too. About how far the exit was from the road, about how high the rates of the travel agencies were, how he'd rather fall in line than pay several more hundreds of pesos.  I said a few short but polite phrases in response, and discreetly slowed down so we wouldn't be walking in sync.

When I was on the bus going home, I was sitting by the window alone at first. Then a group of tattoo covered guys boarded the bus somewhere in Baclaran. The bulkier one, about my age probably, sat down beside me. A while later I noticed that the sun was in his face and he was commenting on it to his friend, so I moved the curtain to cover the window and he said thanks. That was ok. But then later he started to ask me if I was into tattooes. I said yeah but only henna. Then he started making small talk, alternately talking to me and his friends on the opposite side. When the seats in front of us were vacated, I was expecting him to move there since we were cramped, but he (purposely) let his friends move instead, and refused to budge beside me. Okaaay. He was actually nice, inviting me to their event on May 7 (artists' exhibit). They also have a tattoo parlor. He wasn't scary or rude, I think if circumstances were different it would have been interesting talking to him...except when he asked about my age LOL!

I don't know what's with this day. Strangers talking to me. And I had to break the rule and talk to them too.

Did I have a "talk to me" sign on my forehead? *checks my reflection*

Tattooed on My Mind

I got 2 of 'em on my mind. It's been too long since I've seen them, been with them, felt them. Now I can't stop thinking about them -- at night and throughout the day. Is this an obsession?! I call it love.

Their names? Sea and Sand.

It's been 3 years since I've last been on a real beach with the soft sand and the calm sea. Where 2pc bathing suits are a non-issue, where lounging in the sand is the life, where the shoreline beckons those who want to frolick by the sea, where stars are nice to look at while lying on the beach.

I miss this. I need this. Sea and Sand, perhaps a bit of ME time here and there.

They may think any beach would do. It doesn't have to be one of those expensive resorts. Just one with good sand (not gray, muddy, dirty sand) and blue sea (not green or gray).

I understand some people may not understand my need for this kind of calm. However I also know that there are people who do. Maybe the difference is that they get to go anytime whereas I never had that kind of freedom.

For now, I shall continue to fervently wish that I get to see my long lost loves. I am not alone.