Umaasang magmamahal muli
Ang buong akala ko’y siya na
Kabiguan ang napala
Paghilom ng puso’y hindi madali
Ang malamang mahal mo’y
Walang pag ibig sayo
Ang umasang magmahal muli
Siyang magagawa
Huwag hanapin ang pag-ibig
Ito’y darating
Ito’y darating
Ito’y darating sayo
Hanggang sa tayo’y matuto
Sa kabiguan natamo
Kaya ako ay maghihintay
Sa tunay kong mahal
Isipin ang bukas at kalimutan ang nakalipas
Ang umasang magmahal muli
Siyang magagawa
Huwag hanapin ang pag-ibig
Ito’y darating sayo
Aking naranasan
Ohhhhhhh
Ang pagluha ng tulad sa ulan
Ang umasang magmamahal muli
Siyang magagawa
Huwag hanapin ang pag ibig
Ito’y darating
Ang umasang magmamahal muli
Siyang magagawa
Huwag hanapin ang pag ibig
Ito’y darating
Ito’y darating
Ito’y darating sayo
Ohhhhhhh ..ito’y darating sayo
unearthing words from my heart
23 July 2011
22 July 2011
Clarasm0m Pleads Not Guilty
For some reasons, I don’t feel guilty, I mean, at all, with what happened. In the first place, I did not do or say anything wrong to ruin their relationship. It was not me who put everything in jeopardy, it was him, because he lied. Okay, if tagging him in my Facebook status was a mistake, then I’d say it was the most honest mistake I’ve ever done in my life. See, the problem is, you go out with your friends and you leave your partner clueless wherever in hell you’re going, and then you expect him to be “happy” when he finds out you lied and you weren’t really home? And since you can’t find anyone to blame but yourself, you blame other people who just want to tell the world via Facebook, that he was happy hanging out with you that night. It’s your mess, not mine, so you fix it yourself. I’m your friend and you can trust in me, I’ve told you that too many times before, but if you think what I did was wrong, go ahead and be mad at me. But I’m telling you, not a single wink of nerve in my body is guilty.
M.U. Tayo?
M.U. Tayo…
Pero huwag kang masyado mag-expect dahil wala tayong commitment.
Pwede kang magselos at pwede kang magtampo pero hindi ka pwedeng magalit.
Pwede kang makipag-date sa iba pero hindi kailangan na magpaalam pa.
Pwede mo akong lambingin, pwedeng-pwedeng yakapin.
Tapos kapag nalaman mong may partner na ako, pwede ka umiyak, pwede kang masaktan…
…pero hindi mo ako pwede sumbatan dahil wala kang karapatan.
Game?!
Pero huwag kang masyado mag-expect dahil wala tayong commitment.
Pwede kang magselos at pwede kang magtampo pero hindi ka pwedeng magalit.
Pwede kang makipag-date sa iba pero hindi kailangan na magpaalam pa.
Pwede mo akong lambingin, pwedeng-pwedeng yakapin.
Tapos kapag nalaman mong may partner na ako, pwede ka umiyak, pwede kang masaktan…
…pero hindi mo ako pwede sumbatan dahil wala kang karapatan.
Game?!
Bed
I had very few emotions left to share. Not many I suppose will lend an ear; so much more, a shoulder. For most of these “people” I’ve met had shared their BEDS instead. No drama, they say, until they fall eventually giving me enough drama I couldn’t I handle I have to go elsewhere. I myself had enough conflicts in my life that I’m already sick of it. Use me and I’ll use you. Love me? Then love me as I am. Leave if not, and never ever try to comeback.
Golden Rule
Sabi nila – Do not do unto others what you don’t want others do unto you. But can you help it? Honestly, I can’t. Ayaw kong sinasaktan ako pero sa mga “hindi inaasahang pagkakataon”, may nasasaktan akong mga tao.
Mga “hindi inaasahang pagkakataon” can be difined as: “gusto ka niya pero ayaw mo siya. at kahit na pilitin mong gustuhin siya ay ayaw talagang pumayag ng utak at puso mo kaya ang tendency ay iwanan mo sya, layuan, huwag pansinin at kalimutan na lang”.
At the end of the day, alam mong ginawa mo lang ang dapat mong gawin pero nagi-guilty ka dahil alam mong nakasakit ka. Alam mong habang “nabunutan-ka-ng tinik-what-a-relief” ang drama mo, may isang taong nagmumukmok sa sulok ng kanyang kwarto at iniiyakan ka dahil hindi pwedeng mangyari ang mga bagay na inaasahan niyang mangyari para sa inyong dalawa. Mahirap di ba?
Kaya naman may palaging bumubulong na demonyo sa kaliwang tenga mo na nagsasabing “may araw ka rin, kakarmahin ka dahil sa ginawa mo sa kanya. hindi ka patatahimikin ng konsensya mo dahil sobrang sakit ng ginawa mosa kanya. lintik lang ang walang ganti”
Ikaw naman, kakabahan ka. Shet, it’s not my intention to hurt him/her. I was just being honest and truthful to my feelings. If that’s a crime, go on and punish me. Labo!
Yun lang. Yun lang naman.
Mga “hindi inaasahang pagkakataon” can be difined as: “gusto ka niya pero ayaw mo siya. at kahit na pilitin mong gustuhin siya ay ayaw talagang pumayag ng utak at puso mo kaya ang tendency ay iwanan mo sya, layuan, huwag pansinin at kalimutan na lang”.
At the end of the day, alam mong ginawa mo lang ang dapat mong gawin pero nagi-guilty ka dahil alam mong nakasakit ka. Alam mong habang “nabunutan-ka-ng tinik-what-a-relief” ang drama mo, may isang taong nagmumukmok sa sulok ng kanyang kwarto at iniiyakan ka dahil hindi pwedeng mangyari ang mga bagay na inaasahan niyang mangyari para sa inyong dalawa. Mahirap di ba?
Kaya naman may palaging bumubulong na demonyo sa kaliwang tenga mo na nagsasabing “may araw ka rin, kakarmahin ka dahil sa ginawa mo sa kanya. hindi ka patatahimikin ng konsensya mo dahil sobrang sakit ng ginawa mosa kanya. lintik lang ang walang ganti”
Ikaw naman, kakabahan ka. Shet, it’s not my intention to hurt him/her. I was just being honest and truthful to my feelings. If that’s a crime, go on and punish me. Labo!
Yun lang. Yun lang naman.
Shield me from Pain
Whenever there is a friend who seeks advice petaining to issues of the heart, i quickly transform into a Doctor-Love most of the time. It is as if i am an expert on this department. A pretend person who wont be shaken by a mere "love problem". And most of the time, i would lead them believe on my advices albeit those were just sourced out from the books i read. Swabe!
Though i always failed when it comes to one option "You have learn to protect yourself from pain". Because i am the kind of soul, who whenever i smell any tiny sign that i'll just be hurt, my world automatically put up its wall between my fantasy and real world. In that way, i can pevent any calamity that could occur. Like what they say, "prevention is better than cure"
Halimbawa na lang. Sa isang sitwasyong may nakilala akong isang tao. Syempre sa umpisa ay pakikiramdaman ko muna kung may spark. Pag meron ay maaari ko itong ituloy-tuloy sa isang magandang pakikisama. Kapag nahulog na kasi ang loob ko sa isang tao, may tendency akong maging possessive at seloso – in a cute way naman. Hindi ko pinapakita o ipinahahalata. At wala din akong pinagsasabihan. In short, kinikimkim ko ang sama ng loob ko. In the same manner, sobra din akong magbigay ng pagmamahal. Hindi ako nagtitira para sa sarili ko. Kaya naman ang gusto ko eh patas lang din ang ibibigay sa akin. Kahit hindi sobra basta patas, totoo at walang pagaalinlangan. Sakto ba. Kaya kapag nakaramdam ako ng kahit konting sabit lang sa isang tao at sa bandang huli ay alam kong masasaktan lang ako, automatic na nag-a-adjust ang aking sistema para maiwasan ko ang maipit sa isang sitwasyong hindi ko gusto.
The possible things i would do are:
1. Keep distance.
2. Keep more distance.
3. When worst comes to worst, just disappear.
This is the best possible way to shield myself from any hurt ache before it can transpired. I care less if i could hurt the other person, what is important is my own happiness. Each day would pass quickly without notice if i wake up each morning without stuff linking my memory to him. and, probably - it wont take long and i will recover. all the fears will die together with the feelings.
Then i will ressurect.
I know that at one point i am selfish. this trait isnt something to rejoice about. and honestly, at one corner of my heart, i still believe that when you love, love without condition, without boundaries, without restrictions. call me names, its alright. i am selfish? then be it! i just dont like to expose myself from hurt, who would want right? maybe this is brought by all the painful experiences from the past. Let's just say I've learned my lessons and I'm not gonna fall for the same mistake again.
thats why im here, now — still single.
Though i always failed when it comes to one option "You have learn to protect yourself from pain". Because i am the kind of soul, who whenever i smell any tiny sign that i'll just be hurt, my world automatically put up its wall between my fantasy and real world. In that way, i can pevent any calamity that could occur. Like what they say, "prevention is better than cure"
Halimbawa na lang. Sa isang sitwasyong may nakilala akong isang tao. Syempre sa umpisa ay pakikiramdaman ko muna kung may spark. Pag meron ay maaari ko itong ituloy-tuloy sa isang magandang pakikisama. Kapag nahulog na kasi ang loob ko sa isang tao, may tendency akong maging possessive at seloso – in a cute way naman. Hindi ko pinapakita o ipinahahalata. At wala din akong pinagsasabihan. In short, kinikimkim ko ang sama ng loob ko. In the same manner, sobra din akong magbigay ng pagmamahal. Hindi ako nagtitira para sa sarili ko. Kaya naman ang gusto ko eh patas lang din ang ibibigay sa akin. Kahit hindi sobra basta patas, totoo at walang pagaalinlangan. Sakto ba. Kaya kapag nakaramdam ako ng kahit konting sabit lang sa isang tao at sa bandang huli ay alam kong masasaktan lang ako, automatic na nag-a-adjust ang aking sistema para maiwasan ko ang maipit sa isang sitwasyong hindi ko gusto.
The possible things i would do are:
1. Keep distance.
2. Keep more distance.
3. When worst comes to worst, just disappear.
This is the best possible way to shield myself from any hurt ache before it can transpired. I care less if i could hurt the other person, what is important is my own happiness. Each day would pass quickly without notice if i wake up each morning without stuff linking my memory to him. and, probably - it wont take long and i will recover. all the fears will die together with the feelings.
Then i will ressurect.
I know that at one point i am selfish. this trait isnt something to rejoice about. and honestly, at one corner of my heart, i still believe that when you love, love without condition, without boundaries, without restrictions. call me names, its alright. i am selfish? then be it! i just dont like to expose myself from hurt, who would want right? maybe this is brought by all the painful experiences from the past. Let's just say I've learned my lessons and I'm not gonna fall for the same mistake again.
thats why im here, now — still single.
19 July 2011
Confession of A Bride Wanna Be
basking in the joy that can only come with finding a new love, my friend has been tweeting "two less lonely people in the world" almost daily for more than a month now. and while someone else's luck in the love department usually has this way of highlighting how utterly alone i am, i'd like to think that i love this particular friend so dearly, and has been witness to so much of his own heartaches and frustrations in the heart department that i couldn't help but cheer him along each step of the way.
it's crazy how when i was in college, i never expected to be 29 and single, and with no prospects in sight. i can't help but remember how in this interview, a prospective boss asked me if i had plans of getting married and my answer was, "not in the immediate future." i'm beginning to think that me, the girl who dated with a vengeance in college is truly meant to live the single life.
so, as i was on my way home last night with a couple of friends, i pathetically (because really, it was!) warbled, "one less lonely person in the world," and when asked to explain, i reasoned that with acceptance comes peace. i'd like to believe that i had come to terms that should i have been designated by God to be single for the rest of my life, and i'm fairly okay with it. of course, i knew i'd probably miss out on certain aspects of my fantasy life, but how can you "miss out" on a life you never had, right?
and ironically, the pseudo-relationships i've had in the past couple of years has left me pretty much frustrated and wanting out within a week after a while. i get frustrated with the roller coaster of emotions, and am torn between being used to doing things for myself by myself and the desire to finally share things with someone. just this week, a friend "introduced" me to his friend and while we haven't officially met yet (it's your good old fashioned -- well not so old fashioned -- textmate. oooh, the shame just kills me!), i'm getting slightly exhausted when he turns into this pretend-whiny person and texts me "huhuhu" when i'm just too busy to reply. clearly, i'm not 18 anymore, and at the end of the day, it's not romance that i'm craving for (although flowers and presents still get to me! haha) but stability, reliability, maturity, and friendship.
yes, there, i've said it. if i were going to get myself a happily ever after, it's going to have to be with someone who i know inside out, someone who i can stand in spite of, say, my dislike for the slacks-and-rubbershoes combo. someone who i would proudly introduce to my family and friends even if i very well know that this person's looks will illicit raised eyebrows. it'll have to be someone who i respect, someone whose judgment i trust, the first person i'd call when something great happens, and the person i know who'd be there if i got into a major accident. it would have to be a good friend.
and, much unlike the lyrics of the song, we're not going to be two less lonely people in the world, cause we were never lonely to begin with. we were complete without each other to begin with. and it's not like we're going to be saying "i just can't believe you're mine" because it's going to be believable because it's a decision made not only with our hearts but also with our minds.
don't hold your breath though, cause i'm not holding mine.
it's crazy how when i was in college, i never expected to be 29 and single, and with no prospects in sight. i can't help but remember how in this interview, a prospective boss asked me if i had plans of getting married and my answer was, "not in the immediate future." i'm beginning to think that me, the girl who dated with a vengeance in college is truly meant to live the single life.
so, as i was on my way home last night with a couple of friends, i pathetically (because really, it was!) warbled, "one less lonely person in the world," and when asked to explain, i reasoned that with acceptance comes peace. i'd like to believe that i had come to terms that should i have been designated by God to be single for the rest of my life, and i'm fairly okay with it. of course, i knew i'd probably miss out on certain aspects of my fantasy life, but how can you "miss out" on a life you never had, right?
and ironically, the pseudo-relationships i've had in the past couple of years has left me pretty much frustrated and wanting out within a week after a while. i get frustrated with the roller coaster of emotions, and am torn between being used to doing things for myself by myself and the desire to finally share things with someone. just this week, a friend "introduced" me to his friend and while we haven't officially met yet (it's your good old fashioned -- well not so old fashioned -- textmate. oooh, the shame just kills me!), i'm getting slightly exhausted when he turns into this pretend-whiny person and texts me "huhuhu" when i'm just too busy to reply. clearly, i'm not 18 anymore, and at the end of the day, it's not romance that i'm craving for (although flowers and presents still get to me! haha) but stability, reliability, maturity, and friendship.
yes, there, i've said it. if i were going to get myself a happily ever after, it's going to have to be with someone who i know inside out, someone who i can stand in spite of, say, my dislike for the slacks-and-rubbershoes combo. someone who i would proudly introduce to my family and friends even if i very well know that this person's looks will illicit raised eyebrows. it'll have to be someone who i respect, someone whose judgment i trust, the first person i'd call when something great happens, and the person i know who'd be there if i got into a major accident. it would have to be a good friend.
and, much unlike the lyrics of the song, we're not going to be two less lonely people in the world, cause we were never lonely to begin with. we were complete without each other to begin with. and it's not like we're going to be saying "i just can't believe you're mine" because it's going to be believable because it's a decision made not only with our hearts but also with our minds.
don't hold your breath though, cause i'm not holding mine.
12 July 2011
My Fault
Thank You God.
I have been feeling down lately and I can’t explain reasons.
My career is soaring high – I mean what was with the promotion within four months in the company, having a nice and bright boss, colleagues who care less about your personal issues and free lunch meal J. Add to that is the offer of grant for a Graduate School Studies in NUS and a sure 5 year contract to US. What more can you ask for?
My daughter is well, very well. She’s been healthy all through these years and I am thankful. At this point, that she’s two – she can actually comprehend essence of your talks and what’s not! She can draw shapes and recognize each colors. She know how to count 1 to 20 – though being confused which comes first with 16 and 17 :P.
At two, she can ask her mommy how was my day, and if I have money to buy for her a “white watches”. She will narrate what she did the whole day that passed and would tell me candidly whenever she’s not in the mood to talk to me. She is so adorable – of course.
My family are ok. My parents are busy taking care of Clara and are free from worrying anything. My sisters are waiting for a good offer overseas and might leave the country soon. My other sister’s family is well, having plans of constructing their house soon. And my adorable niece are still healthy , sooo cute and now both schooling.
My finances is catching up. Investing some for our future. Some left over will be for occasional shopping – a bonding between Love and Marie ( my roommates )
My health, other than being chubby ( and cute :p ) is absolutely sound.
My spiritual life has been unchanged since – acknowledging Someone So Powerful Up in Heaven.
Then why im sad?
Maybe I just expect more than I should. My wrong.
I have been feeling down lately and I can’t explain reasons.
My career is soaring high – I mean what was with the promotion within four months in the company, having a nice and bright boss, colleagues who care less about your personal issues and free lunch meal J. Add to that is the offer of grant for a Graduate School Studies in NUS and a sure 5 year contract to US. What more can you ask for?
My daughter is well, very well. She’s been healthy all through these years and I am thankful. At this point, that she’s two – she can actually comprehend essence of your talks and what’s not! She can draw shapes and recognize each colors. She know how to count 1 to 20 – though being confused which comes first with 16 and 17 :P.
At two, she can ask her mommy how was my day, and if I have money to buy for her a “white watches”. She will narrate what she did the whole day that passed and would tell me candidly whenever she’s not in the mood to talk to me. She is so adorable – of course.
My family are ok. My parents are busy taking care of Clara and are free from worrying anything. My sisters are waiting for a good offer overseas and might leave the country soon. My other sister’s family is well, having plans of constructing their house soon. And my adorable niece are still healthy , sooo cute and now both schooling.
My finances is catching up. Investing some for our future. Some left over will be for occasional shopping – a bonding between Love and Marie ( my roommates )
My health, other than being chubby ( and cute :p ) is absolutely sound.
My spiritual life has been unchanged since – acknowledging Someone So Powerful Up in Heaven.
Then why im sad?
Maybe I just expect more than I should. My wrong.
11 July 2011
Grunt
So what this blog about?
It’s about how hurt I was after I discovered that all the doubts inside my heart are true.I have been generous in giving (you) benefit of the doubt. I believed I was the extra nice me when its about issues concerning (you). I believed I have been the extra understanding me when it comes to (your) plight – of discerning how things cant be the normal.I believed I had been extra giver – not on things but of love. I believed I have tried to be extra content that I learn to settle on things and time you can offer. I believe I have been extra sympathetic – listening with your stories and absolutely abstaining in judging you and the people involved.
Is it my fault to be extra extra better me?
So why do you still have to lie? When fact is – nothing calls for you to do that!
So why you do you still needs to make up stories? – when fact is – I don’t even demand an excuse.
Things could be better – had you just keep mum. Had you consider being honest, not by telling me the truth but by abstaining make-up stories. I was sticking with you, not because of material things you have. Did I ever asked you to offer me things? Did I ever insinuate that I want you to buy some things for me? No right?
I went thro life the hard way… I don’t need anybody to make my life a bed of rose. I know how to earn my own living. and I am capable of making my own heaven. I don’t need you or anybody to sustain me.
I had a high regard to you. I have respected you more than a person should. I have cared for you more than I have cared a friend. I have trusted that you will not hurt me – but you failed.
Why?
Does it make you a better person? Does it make you feel better knowing you had set me to look like stupid? Does it make you happy leading me believed with your lies? Will it ads valor?
If it made you a better person – im sorry I don’t think I still want to be an accessory.
You don’t need to say sorry. I believe you are not.
It’s about how hurt I was after I discovered that all the doubts inside my heart are true.I have been generous in giving (you) benefit of the doubt. I believed I was the extra nice me when its about issues concerning (you). I believed I have been the extra understanding me when it comes to (your) plight – of discerning how things cant be the normal.I believed I had been extra giver – not on things but of love. I believed I have tried to be extra content that I learn to settle on things and time you can offer. I believe I have been extra sympathetic – listening with your stories and absolutely abstaining in judging you and the people involved.
Is it my fault to be extra extra better me?
So why do you still have to lie? When fact is – nothing calls for you to do that!
So why you do you still needs to make up stories? – when fact is – I don’t even demand an excuse.
Things could be better – had you just keep mum. Had you consider being honest, not by telling me the truth but by abstaining make-up stories. I was sticking with you, not because of material things you have. Did I ever asked you to offer me things? Did I ever insinuate that I want you to buy some things for me? No right?
I went thro life the hard way… I don’t need anybody to make my life a bed of rose. I know how to earn my own living. and I am capable of making my own heaven. I don’t need you or anybody to sustain me.
I had a high regard to you. I have respected you more than a person should. I have cared for you more than I have cared a friend. I have trusted that you will not hurt me – but you failed.
Why?
Does it make you a better person? Does it make you feel better knowing you had set me to look like stupid? Does it make you happy leading me believed with your lies? Will it ads valor?
If it made you a better person – im sorry I don’t think I still want to be an accessory.
You don’t need to say sorry. I believe you are not.
07 July 2011
publicity
Dear Self,
You are running out of patience, is it?
Wow, it seems that planets alignment have been disrupted lately, if we will connect my reactions on how i used to. given, there will always be people who will lift you up, tho more would try to pull you down. our world is sooo full of monsters - hiding behind faces.
what happened is that this certain girl will always sneak preview what my statuses in facebook. she is a critic wearing an avid fan shirt. she would know when i am happy, when i am sad, when im broken hearted and when im broke. she would know who i am with and who i have not seen for years. she's a stalker! and she is a pretend friend.
so why do i allow her to access my wall? it's simple us pressing the unfriend botton right? nope of course! doing so will somehow alleviate her suffering - you see checking my wall is the only thing she is busy wif, that all she does (sorry to say this...) career woman she's not. and she has all the time in the world to make gossip about people, the victim? me and my sister ..grrrr
respect begets respect thats one of the lesson my parents would reiterate every now and then. so when i tried to respect people i somehow expect they would do the same. and when im bitching wif someone, i wont be hurt if they'd bitched me up too. this is an action-reaction world - and i believe on that : )
what was so intriguing about me? and my sister perhaps? we are both so ordinary people, trying hard to survive the everyday test of life. my sister - to support her own family, and me to support my parent and daughter. nothing so fantabulous. nothing extra-ordinary!
if i were her, i would just do the best i can for my family. my business is mine only! if i want to bitch with several guys, then whats the issue?? each has his/her own right to direct their lives the way they wanted it to be. it's not because you are doing something in the dark means everyone is practising the same cult! darn hobby! and my sister? even if she's facing financial struggles - then whats thing to worry? will you give her a cent if she ask you for help?
one thing i know, gossip cant harm me, but your envy might kill you!
You are running out of patience, is it?
Wow, it seems that planets alignment have been disrupted lately, if we will connect my reactions on how i used to. given, there will always be people who will lift you up, tho more would try to pull you down. our world is sooo full of monsters - hiding behind faces.
what happened is that this certain girl will always sneak preview what my statuses in facebook. she is a critic wearing an avid fan shirt. she would know when i am happy, when i am sad, when im broken hearted and when im broke. she would know who i am with and who i have not seen for years. she's a stalker! and she is a pretend friend.
so why do i allow her to access my wall? it's simple us pressing the unfriend botton right? nope of course! doing so will somehow alleviate her suffering - you see checking my wall is the only thing she is busy wif, that all she does (sorry to say this...) career woman she's not. and she has all the time in the world to make gossip about people, the victim? me and my sister ..grrrr
respect begets respect thats one of the lesson my parents would reiterate every now and then. so when i tried to respect people i somehow expect they would do the same. and when im bitching wif someone, i wont be hurt if they'd bitched me up too. this is an action-reaction world - and i believe on that : )
what was so intriguing about me? and my sister perhaps? we are both so ordinary people, trying hard to survive the everyday test of life. my sister - to support her own family, and me to support my parent and daughter. nothing so fantabulous. nothing extra-ordinary!
if i were her, i would just do the best i can for my family. my business is mine only! if i want to bitch with several guys, then whats the issue?? each has his/her own right to direct their lives the way they wanted it to be. it's not because you are doing something in the dark means everyone is practising the same cult! darn hobby! and my sister? even if she's facing financial struggles - then whats thing to worry? will you give her a cent if she ask you for help?
one thing i know, gossip cant harm me, but your envy might kill you!
06 July 2011
tOO late
Note : this never happened, just remember someone i met before...the feeling is real :(
I was waiting for my bus one busy night. I decided to stand still under a loading area along Ayala Avenue holding the strap of my backpack. I joined other strangers waiting for their own rides. Just like me, we were all waiting for our time to finally get the ride we want and go home safely.
Though I had the choice to take any bus that would arrive earlier that my bus, I decided to wait for my bus. There is nothing special in my bus. It was the same with other buses that pass along Makati and EDSA every day and every night. Nevertheless, it has become an apple of my eye. Feeling comfortable and relax I guess which made me decide to choose to have a ride on it every time I go home.
Then all of a sudden my attention was taken by other bus. It was my first time to see that kind of bus. It was so brand new, colorful and catchy in the eyes. I bet the seats were also cool and comfortable inside. As I checked on it, it passed by me and suddenly stopped away from me. I ran and tried to get in. I couldn’t wait for my bus anymore; this one would be fine for me.
As I get near to the cool and catchy looking bus, it suddenly closed its door and started to move on. Boy, I should have been inside the bus in a couple of seconds more. But to my dismay, the conductor decided to shut the door and never looked back for me.
Catching my breath, I then saw another bus coming in. It was a familiar bus.
It was my bus, the one I was waiting for!
Finally it arrived. Deep inside I was so happy, excited and finally glad I could be home any moment now.
However, I never liked what happened next, it never stopped for me. It only stopped to the other guy waiting in the loading area. I ran as fast as I could, just to grab a seat inside my favorite bus while it halted on a red light. I was so confident to make it before the red light turned to green.
But I was wrong. I was too late. I was still far from the door of my bus when the light turned to green.
I was late…
way too late.
I was waiting for my bus one busy night. I decided to stand still under a loading area along Ayala Avenue holding the strap of my backpack. I joined other strangers waiting for their own rides. Just like me, we were all waiting for our time to finally get the ride we want and go home safely.
Though I had the choice to take any bus that would arrive earlier that my bus, I decided to wait for my bus. There is nothing special in my bus. It was the same with other buses that pass along Makati and EDSA every day and every night. Nevertheless, it has become an apple of my eye. Feeling comfortable and relax I guess which made me decide to choose to have a ride on it every time I go home.
Then all of a sudden my attention was taken by other bus. It was my first time to see that kind of bus. It was so brand new, colorful and catchy in the eyes. I bet the seats were also cool and comfortable inside. As I checked on it, it passed by me and suddenly stopped away from me. I ran and tried to get in. I couldn’t wait for my bus anymore; this one would be fine for me.
As I get near to the cool and catchy looking bus, it suddenly closed its door and started to move on. Boy, I should have been inside the bus in a couple of seconds more. But to my dismay, the conductor decided to shut the door and never looked back for me.
Catching my breath, I then saw another bus coming in. It was a familiar bus.
It was my bus, the one I was waiting for!
Finally it arrived. Deep inside I was so happy, excited and finally glad I could be home any moment now.
However, I never liked what happened next, it never stopped for me. It only stopped to the other guy waiting in the loading area. I ran as fast as I could, just to grab a seat inside my favorite bus while it halted on a red light. I was so confident to make it before the red light turned to green.
But I was wrong. I was too late. I was still far from the door of my bus when the light turned to green.
I was late…
way too late.
Take A Break
We all have our own respective hats to wear in life. Our hats symbolize the profession we have chosen, the kind of job we take that gives meaning to our existence. Each working day we wear our hats either with dignity and pride or with doubts and regrets. At the end of the day it is not the circumstances in life that bestow the kind of hats we wear- it is us. We made the choice.
Some of us wear multiple hats- with different reasons and purposes. They love the diversity of working on different arenas and the challenges their hats offered. There are people who work during the day and study at night. Some are on call for 24 –hour shift and still find time to be all-around parents in between. Some are artists who keeps on trying to taste different fields. While still others have multiple works in a week- full time corporate employee during the day, part-time worker after office hours and a freelancer during the weekend. Different hats, different stories.
No matter what kind of hats we wear or the number of hats we possess, we still yearn for one thing- the time to take off our hats. We covet for that short precious moment away from our work. Come to think of it if our jobs or the things we do are like our hats which are detachable on our tops then what hinders us to take out the things we do in our cycle even for just a moment?
Give time to recuperate from bumps and crumps of whatever things you do.
Take off your hat.
Have a break.
Some of us wear multiple hats- with different reasons and purposes. They love the diversity of working on different arenas and the challenges their hats offered. There are people who work during the day and study at night. Some are on call for 24 –hour shift and still find time to be all-around parents in between. Some are artists who keeps on trying to taste different fields. While still others have multiple works in a week- full time corporate employee during the day, part-time worker after office hours and a freelancer during the weekend. Different hats, different stories.
No matter what kind of hats we wear or the number of hats we possess, we still yearn for one thing- the time to take off our hats. We covet for that short precious moment away from our work. Come to think of it if our jobs or the things we do are like our hats which are detachable on our tops then what hinders us to take out the things we do in our cycle even for just a moment?
Give time to recuperate from bumps and crumps of whatever things you do.
Take off your hat.
Have a break.
04 July 2011
cant smile without you
smile,
I look at you,
and then I flash my big smile again.
I think about you, I smile.
I am dreamy,
I am in love.
I just love to look at you.
So I can smile again a
nd think about you
and be dreamy again,
and be in love again.
:-)
I look at you,
and then I flash my big smile again.
I think about you, I smile.
I am dreamy,
I am in love.
I just love to look at you.
So I can smile again a
nd think about you
and be dreamy again,
and be in love again.
:-)
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