I’ll Be …

… Home for Christmas,

You can plan on me…

- from I’ll be Home for Christmas

 

What to write? What to write?

I’ve been itching to blog but couldn’t zero in on a thought that takes more than a paragraph to write. And especially today when I’m not that busy with work stuff and I’m the only one present in our group. My other group mate is MIA and my boss is working from home so little ms. didee is left on her own. And what else to do to make her time productive? Well aside from monitoring the feeds running in my desktop background, I chat, blog hop and go through my list of topics I would want to write here in my little nook in cyberspace.

Then still small voice inside says, “why not write about something that excites you?”.

But there are gazillion of things that excites me. Conversations with friends, meeting people, going places, the wonderful feeling of the sun’s warmth after being soaked in the freezer i call the office, kids playing, couples holding hands, doting parents, beautiful photographs, breath taking view, old school videoke, charades… oh my! I got gazillion of things which can make me feel giddy and give me weak knees.

Then still small voice inside retorts back with, “Write something you are excited for RIGHT NOW!”

Now that only deserves one answer: I’m going home for christmas!!!

Thinking about it makes me all giddy and smile like someone who’s overdosed with happy pills.

Circle of the Ringless

They say that when the cat is away, the mouse will play.

What keeps the mouse preoccupied, during those select times when the cat is nowhere to be seen, is something I will leave to your imagination.

But cats and mouse don’t think like grown-ups do. And I do hope that people who are in a committed relationship won’t think like animals , and make “instinct” a byword for the ultimate excuse ever invented for philandering.

In a place far away from home, it’s nice to meet new people, they invite you in their circle , and you find yourself “clicking” with them.

And sometimes, all you can do is shake your head, when the rings starts disappearing from fingers and then safely tucked inside wallets, pockets and bags. When the double becomes single, and the free hand finds another to hold.

Some subtly hide it, while others blatantly talk about their conquests and updates on the latest addition to the list.

last song syndrome

One of those songs which turns my knees into jellies.

The Man You Love

By: Il Divo

Si me ves hallarás en mis ojos el amor
eres tú la mitad que a mi vida completó
Lo que soy te daré sin miedo a algun error
creo en ti y dejaré en tus manos mi ilusión.
Quiero estar dentro de tu corazón,
Poder lograr que me ames como yo.

(when you look in my eyes
do you feel it in your soul?
Do you not realize
you´re the half that makes me whole
Everything that I am, I´ll give it all to you
put my heart in your hands.
there´s nothing I won´t do
for the chance just to live inside your heart
and understand the woman that you are )

Rave Party!!

The other Friday our company had a rave slash Christmas party . One one thing I can say is it was INSANE! Can we have that all year round? Haha. Been awhile since i had enjoyed a good drink, and FREE flow of booze from the bar is a little too much temptation. Had countless trips to the loo (not to puke! ) cause my alcohol tolerance is not that high.
Pinoys are really great party people. Among 500 plus in attendance that night, these brown skinned hardworking juans (and juanitas) are the life of the party. And then everybody else started following. There were pole dancers (Oh My! Sorry guys they’re not nude) who encourage the people to shake their thing and loosen up. Then one guy from our department, and yes a Filipino! went up and started dancing together with them. And he was so good, you wouldn’t even guess he was almost 20 years my senior! (hahaha)

It was a fun night, and it was so nice meeting fellow Filipinos working in the same place. Though nauubos tagalog ko sa kanila hahahaha. I have to be attentive to the names and faces so I wouldn’t forget. It would have been a perfect night if I’ve won the 50-inch plasma TV, or any of the Sony VAIO notebooks, but I wasn’t one of those lucky ones that night.

It was a great way to loosen up and dance the stress away. More! More!

Tired , Tried

Today God made me realize something… that I’m strong. (Whatever that word means.)

He made me see that during those times when I was wailing to Him about how tired I am of trying, He was actually doing something when I come to Him with heavy shoulders about the different things in life.

You now how it is, those times when you lay down your whole battle gear and say to Him, “Hey this is heavy you know? It does get to me you know? Can you make this breastplate a little thicker so it won’t hurt as bad?”. And then you strip everything off you and lay there whispering, “Can I rest here for awhile?”

But where our strength ends, His comes through and He does His thing without our silly little hands getting along the way. Our silly, messy hands.

tickTALK!

There are times when it makes me wonder how many marvelous talks and exchanges cafeteria or restaurants tables had witnessed. Reunions, proposals, gossips, comfort, confessions, confusion, all mixed together. Each of which played a wonderful drama on stage while the silent table lays there simply absorbing all of these exchanges.

Me thinks, perhaps if it can talk back it would surely silence all of us. Cause it can practically out-talk, out-experience and simply reduce us all to silent audience of his many revelations. His favorite lines would have been, “Oh I know that!” or “Well let me tell you about” or “That wasn’t what I heard”.

I love great conversations. Not just the talking side, but on hearing people talk and simply passing the hour exchanging minds, picking someone’s brain, blabbering your heart away. And the experience would simply be more wonderful when shared with an equally wonderful company.

Sharing table with foreign cultures makes me smile. There are so many things which separates one from the other: skin color, accent, beliefs, etc. But from what I’ve observed, one never failing topic which gets everyone sharing his own pick is the wonderful, delicious topic of FOOD!

It starts with awkward smiles, fidgeting a bit on your seat

Random thoughts at 3 in the morning

If I were to have a super power, I’d wish for the power of suggestion. I wouldn’t ask for super strength that can bend steel, or to dodge bullets with my “faster-than-a-speeding-bullet” reflexes. No, I wouldn’t ask for that. They would be fun and nice to have though, but.. No, I wouldn’t ask for them.

Instead I would ask for the power of suggestion. Silent, intimate and ultimately simple.

I’d whisper to anger to not come near. For hate to stay away.

I’d whisper to tears to not flow, and wait for happy reasons before letting a drop fall.

I’d whisper to strength to come, and for faith to rise up.  Faith not just in oneself, or on the circumstance… but to Him who knows more what cures the aches.

A long time ago someone told me “I’d try not to care too much”, and I couldn’t really understand what it meant. But now, I do. All I can say is, “if only”.

And I’d whisper to my heart to rest. Yes, my heart needs some rest, at 3 in the morning awake and counting stars that hid behind big black dreary clouds, yes it needs to rest.

Lastly, I’d whisper to pillow to cushion my weary head as I fake sleep, and for it drown  me.

I’m so bad at playing fight, I only end up breaking me.