See You When I See You

July's gonna end later. And I'm thinking of having a little business. Maybe with my sister or with one of my bestfriend or maybe both. I'm not really good in marketing strategies but I know I can work it out. Maybe we have to start a little for trial and then we'll see. Gaud, when I think about making money for my own, I can feel the real world. The real world sinking in me or vice versa. Whatever, I want it now, I want where I am now or wherever I'm headed. 2009 has been so nice to me. I'm just really glad.

I must say I'm totally random in writing. haha No threads at all...not really. :)

So now, I'm a full time bum for a week. We're gonna start the last 300 hours next week I guess.

I must say as well that my July was NOT ALL ABOUT YOU... but it was about you. It's a fact. I can't deny. My THANK YOU would've wanted to reach you.

Chairlift: HOT JULY ain't good to me

"I've just seen a face I can't forget the time and place where we just met. He's just the boy for me and I want all the world to see we've met. Ladidaaydaaaydaaadaaadaaay..."

-The Beatles

What happened to my Tortillos eh?

I know. Strange as it may seem, but I wasn't really scared of the recent weird incident that occurred to me last Friday. I know it's normal for me when cosmic, condescending things are on the brink of my head, and I know I might sound crazy telling this story, but mate...it was really eerie and I never have had any experiences similar to that, not even as close as that.

So, elucidating further... the story goes like...

5:30 PM--that's the time we walk going home, but me and my friend decided to hang out a bit and have a little blah blahs and coffee. Passing along Mini Stop, my other friend decided to buy some chips and a fruit drink. My tongue was craving for salty food, so I bought a medium pack of Tortillos. Then...walk...walk...walk...subway...then bus. Bored to death 'cause of the traffic, we gobbled my Tortillos. I KNOW that we did NOT finish it, it wasn't even quarter empty when I closed my bag. I even said "Kaya ayoko ng ganto eh, nakakaadik. Tam, Kim gusto nyo pa ba? Let's stop munching this, let's save this later."

Fast forward... In a coffee shop...I never opened my bag except for getting my money. I did NOT move my Tortillos. I'm 100% normal. I'm not drunk or what and I know it.

So coming home late, I've decided to go to bed right away. So...bedroom...fixed my stuff...clean myself...change...blah blah... My thought: I will just eat my Tortillos tomorrow. I'll keep it tightly close and safe at my bag 'cause Bawit might eat it. (but I know he won't without asking me.haha) So I left my bag on my bed. That night I slept in Bawit's room, and he came home at 2 AM I guess. So technically I was alone.

I had a dream about my Tortillos. I wasn't really sure what about it, but it was about my Tortillos.

About 6 AM, my phone was snoozing. I know I did not so I started waking Bawit up. He left around 7 AM, so I was alone again. I woke up at 11 and prepared my lunch. I remembered about my Tortillos, so I went to my bedroom to get it. I don't know if I was surprised or what do you call that...but I was like "What the fuck happened to my Tortillos???" I saw my open bag (I closed it last night), and the Mini Stop plastic with my chips inside was nicely inside my bag. But when I open it, IT WAS TOTALLY EMPTY. So I texted Bawit saying "Hoy kinain mo ba yung Tortillos ko?!" Then he said "Hindi, baket?"

Until now it's still bothering me. What happened to it? Who ate it? I could swore...I did not. And I trust my kuya he won't lie about it. I told my story to my friend, she said I probably SLEEPWALKED and ate it...while sleeping? I guess too. But it was all creepy that I can't remember anything.

Oh well. Forget it.

ANYWAY.......................................

AQUARIUS: How about taking some time alone?
LIBRA: Explain that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

This was our last day of our training in our very dear Asiana Airlines. Thanks for having us and giving us such NEW...really new experiences. Not needed to mention I guess 'cause it was apparent, but we really had fun. It was awesome. I will miss a lot of things.

YADSENDEW LLUFSSILB

I know you are probably unaware, and I don't really care, even more when people disagree. I just can't deny that when I look at the faces of these people right now, none of them is even half amazing as you are. And none of them gives me this rush of blood like you do.

The Snooty Café

You said what you see is what you get. How blood-mingling it is that I see you exactly THIS way while others don't. I feel lucky that I get a lot much more than what I see, more than what people see... That they never get what I'm seeing.

Whatever it is...the snooty café with the snooty man is a beautiful coincidence. And it will always be remembered.

Going up? Going down?

A year before, I didn't know some of these people in my life right now. Right now, I forgot SOME of the people I met a year ago. I can't even barely remember how I was with them. And so I wonder...a year later...will I still remember you?

It's such a cliché, but yes. It's how fast time flies. Things are freaking me out now a bit.

So random today. Too much extent of it. I really had a lot of walking (literally) yesterday. Police are crap so Makati Ave. is my new friend. bah! Then I overslept in the bus going home. And earlier, my heels got stuck in the elevator door. All my coins..a lot of coins! fell off from my purse in front of so many busy people, and so I have to pick it up one by one. Ty caught me sleeping twice instead of working! haha Heartburn. Heartburn. Heartburn. Heartburn. God.If you're watching this and think what's in it is real... let it sink and grow fonder into me, please.

How come we don't have six senses?

Life divides us or pause us from the fast paced lives we have at the moment we saw THAT face of THAT person for the very first time. To make it simple in tagalog..."titigil ang mundo natin kapag nakita natin ang taong iyon." And if you're gonna ask me what is that 'THAT', i don't know too. It's for each and everyone of us to define it or to feel it or figure it, 'cause no one can define it for another. You might not have the knowledge about it, but you have the special privilege to feel it. I think you're lucky enough to have that. 'cause sometimes (i said sometimes) reality still includes those things that we can not see, touch, hear. taste, nor feel literally. That is--those we can see, touch, hear, taste, and feel through our hearts. And when a strange force came to you that made you say "that's the face...", I gotta tell you, trust yourself. And believe me, it's weird.

Affinities Over Discrepancies

You're simple, I'm complicated. You're focused, I'm distracted. You're so goal-oriented, and I don't even plan. You're too good, and I'm a bad ass. You read the newspaper everyday and deyim. I don't. You got extra dollars in your pocket and I'm broke. You look serious and I fool around. You drive a fancy car and I walk going home.You're bright and I'm pretty dumb. You're young and successful, I'm young and I just started to go out to the real world. You're busy and I'm bored. You're a loner and I have my little company. You're in a huge company and I'm a trainee. You're a food conscious and I eat anything. Things await for you and I wait for things. You pay attention and I fake that I don't. You're out there and I am in here. You're it, you're you. That's just how naturally you really are.

1997 E220

Reality check. Reality Bites. Yet you still fancy me.

Bad Days

'cause right now I need your smile. Knock knock.

We <3 Asiana Airlines!

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Our day begins here and ends here. Time in...Time Out.

Cup of Coffee and Overdose

I am this. I am that. I can be like this, I can be like that. I can lick this or I can spit on that. I can talk, do shit talk and shut up. I can laugh out so loud and even cry a lot. I can move out but I want to stay. I want to talk more but I’m scared to do that. I am loving but I’m cold. I am clean but I am messed up. I’m feeling it but I’m scared to trust. I can see it coming but I’m afraid to let it begin. I can hate you now but I want to like you, and then love you. I am sure but I am confused. I can be simple but I’m complicated. I’m taking control but I’m never driven. I am so broke and so I need extra cash. I can be lousy and I can be extreme. I am like this now. I am like that now, so mixed up. And since I am mixed up, I need your patience ‘cause I need to divert this way.

I am currently going out with new people nowadays, not to get confuse with a special date. It’s not an exceptional something between these people; it’s just casual talks, there, we can put it that way. You know it’s amazing to know your friends a lot more than deeper, but meeting new different kinds of people especially those outside your attention are like wow. It’s like your interests are hype. You get to resort on poles apart situations such as creating an image for this person, next fascinating issues you’ll be talking about, yourself in front of them, the perplexity in opting what to wear, like you’re in an another world, et cetera. But regardless of that, meeting new people for me is one and the same to learning. You learn about them, their perspective over yours, you even learn more about yourself and discover things you didn’t even know you can or you would. But it hasn’t been that easy for me to let people in (in my life…and that would mean knowing me deeply and knowing them deeply or let’s call it creating the bond), ‘cause I don’t know. Maybe reality sucks that it fucking scares me they won’t stay. So to speak, reality bites these days.

Me and my other friends we’re actually talking about that stuff, you know, how do you manage waking up without any goal at all? It’s as if you walk like a zombie. The feeling was like you go out and join a huge crowd of people, and as you look into their faces you don’t know who to trust, whom you’ll smile at, you’ll tell stories with, wave at, whom you’ll go with, whom you’ll shake hands, and all these faces fascinates you ‘cause you want to do all of these but scares you more and you choose to bail out. And just lots of stuff I won’t be able to write here. When I said on the first lines that I’m feeling it, and I’m just scared to trust…I do really am. And am still gonna try. Am gonna hold on to it. I think I still can.

Lefty

You're like my favorite book that I see in the bookstore. That I so wanted to learn and know everything inside. Much more than 'I wanted'. But too expensive that I can't buy it, so what I do is just visit the bookstore once in a while and spent just few minutes in illegal reading while pretending that I'm searching for another sort. Deym. It's too expensive. Just exactly like you. :│

No you day today, but yesterday was the best talk. No doubt. :)