droplet...

“The sky is turning gray…
The wind is blowing gently…
It’s pretty cold…
I guess, it’s going to rain”

Not in a distant past, I caught myself wandering in the busy streets of the city while the rain was pouring hard, drenching the whole land. While I was feeling the tactile gladness of the droplets on my skin, I saw a sparkling drop falling from a lonesome cloud. It’s different from all the other droplets; it has a different gleam, a different radiance that made my world to stop. It felt that I was mesmerized as it was falling gently, tenderly and in an enchanting moment as I opened my palm, it rested there comfortably, faintly, soothingly prefect. And from that moment, I made a decision to keep it.

“Can I keep you?”
It just glowed

I went home holding that droplet securely and I placed it in a crystal box near to my heart. It felt that it was filling up my empty little cup of life.

“Can I keep you?
It just shimmered.

Because of the fear that I might lose it anytime, I kept it in the deepest part of my heart, hoping that it would stay forever. Then I saw it congealing, becoming more solid each day and it gave me so much delight. But then before the droplet formed into a precious gem, it dispersed as if it was sweating from my dainty care and before I noticed it, it evaporated, faded away and came back to the cloud where it was firstly belonged.

“The sky is turning gray again…
The wind is cold, I hope it rains.
I’d walk around for them not to see me crying…

-Sunny


I'm finally moving on...I wasn't feeling good posting this composition because this was what happened to my last relationship. Lucky i was able to chat with my BFF blogmate "OR" and she shared with me this very nice video that lifted my mood and reminded me how blessed I am with my present relationship...



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I'm wet...

Hoooray!

Today is 24th of June and what’s the big deal about it? Uhummm…It’s shower time!

I was from duty and my body’s totally, uberly tired from non-sleep 3-day straight work. Because of my midnight shifting schedule, my date and time orientation is getting bizarre. I would usually ask, “Today is 23rd, right? Oh no today is already 24th and I still got a work by tomorrow, oh crap not tomorrow, I mean today, later, blah blah”.
Alright, let’s get back to my story. Because I was pretty tired, I forgot that today is “San Juan Day”. What the!!! And it only occurred into my mind while I was already riding on the jeepney and the driver made an announcement, “humandang mabasa”. Oh crap, I got knotty because I was wearing all-white and I got books inside my cloth body bag. “No, please, this isn’t right.” I thought of riding on a train instead but I would still walk a distance before I reach my pad, so it would also be useless. “Sighed, this would be my first”. In the past few years, I just usually had cozy hibernation while the crowd was busy with the “basaan activity”(dousing of water). I was darn boring then right?. Aint got choice! The jeepney was already one train-station away from my place and one block away from the boundary of San Juan City. My heart was already jumping out, “I don’t want to get drenched, puh-leez!” and after a little bit I could already see a pack of children coming to our way. They looked as if they were ecstasy-induced animals with their shrieking noise and multitude. They were all carrying dipper filled with water and some had the 1.5 plastic coke bottles and the ala-Robocop water gun! Oh what the…I just slouched-in to the farthest seat, the one closest to the driver’s, where the skunk-aroma was coming from. I suffered that stench too much just to stay away from the frenzied gamins. But then our jeepney didn’t escape the high-spot of the fiesta’s celebration. The children (and grown-ups alike) got in and at the outset they were bargaining for coins, it seemed it was “treat or trick” game. The driver gave coins to the first pack who jumped in but then the stretched of road was lined with the “goers” and the driver’s coins were not sufficient to salvage us from the “basaan” because most of the San Juan residents were into the trip of getting all the people who’ve been passing in San Juan to get copiously wet as the peak of celebration. And when the children got uberly crazy with basaan, I loosened up and just enjoyed the moment being soaked. The children who were riding in our jeepney were already making fun with their friends, with people who were also tossing water from the streets and of course with us, I just then said, “game, basaan na!”. I asked a bottle of water from one of the children on the jeep and I started firing water too. I got uberly crazy and my fear had peter out because I was completely damp already and water was actually dripping from my uniform. When I got off from the jeep, I walked as if I was one of the Robocop characters and none had dared to splash me again.

Matthew 2:11 quotes Saint John as saying: "I indeed baptize you with water unto repentence but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: he sahll baptize you with the Holy Spirit, and with fire."

It was really FUN! Happy fiesta, Happy San Juan Day!

Bye for now, matutulog muna ako! “grins”


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quickie lang po...

Funky Friday…

Gee-whiz! It’s not TGIF coz’ I still got a work till’ weekends but I am happy today, don’t why, uhm maybe because the rain has teemed the earth once again. So please don’t stop the rain, oh oh oh..

“Kung ang ulan ay katas ng mga prutas O kay sarap ng ulan Ako'y lalabas ng ako'y makasagap Aaaaaaaaah O kay sarap ng ulan...”

Whew! I’m being too nostalgic when it rains but there’s always a dose of happiness that comes with it – perhaps the pied emotions that make me feel more human. I just love the rain, Sunny loves the rain, it’s pretty ironic, hahahaha!

My random thoughts for today:

1. I don’t know what’s happening to our country - the news about politics, sex scandals, crimes and likes are overwhelming and I’m getting fed-up.
2. I’d love to have a cup of coffee or tea with someone while enjoying the chill of rainy days
3. Oh why oh why, I think I’m left behind, my friends are soon to disappear from the grounds of Lupang Hinirang. But "the race is long, in the end it’s only with yourself", so chill out Sunny.
4. I missed my blogger chums. Amore I hope that I was there to comfort you buddy. OR, I’m very happy with your artsy works, my BIG warm congratulations. Green with envy with the works of DH (finally I was able to hop at your site) and OR. I’d love to paint too but I think the neurons on the right hemisphere of my gray matter were already damaged, or maybe “that which does not grow dies”. Anyhow, at least my appreciation for arts has never been lost.
5. Many thanks for my online friends (just check my blog list) for still hopping at my page.
6. Yippee! Tonight I’ll be done with Harper Lee’s work; finally I was able to slot it in with my sked.
7. To finish, "we can wish for a Sunny weather but it won’t stop the rain". Bye for now, my “10mins” is done! Imma blog hop by tomorrow.

Hugs and Kisses!



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uhm...

My SPEECHLESS SATURDAY...

Just tonight while I was waiting for a cab in the fast-paced street of Kamagong, I kept myself busy by singing in a stentorian tone of my dearie nursery song that goes like this -

” here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush…here we go round the mulberry bush so early in the morning….this is the way I wash my face, wash my face, wash my face….so early in the morning”

Then there was a man, a Steve Carell look-a-like 40-year old virgin, who gave me a diss stare that smacked as if I was so stupid and retarded singing that nursery rhyme. The f***! I don’t care even a speck of s*** for those filthy animals who think that no one has the right to lose ground with his childhood experience. It’s really annoying! I really hate it when someone gives that kind of stare, the “duh’ stare that as if they’re not d**b*ss (at times) to enjoy the petty things in life. Life is too short, so live with it to the fullest. Do whatever you want to. Shout out loud. Sing your favorite nursery rhymes. Be stupid as long as you’re not running on to other persons. Be crazy. Be yourself.


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so serious...

“Mixed emotions” Alright, I’m moving out from my comfort zone, I’ll be living ALONE! I have already found a perfect pad, fully furnished with sound system, furniture, and everything I needed to have a sound sleep. I was really happy that I was able to find that and I’m really excited to take pictures…and post them here. By the way, it’s not all blissful feelings, lots of loads are occupying my sleep-deprived mind-set, shoo…shoo…mess! Anyhow, yesterday I was able to use my fifteen facial muscles for my ha-ha-ha-he-he-he combo sounds of humor out from my perception. I was riding on the train then going home with my unkempt hair, boggy eyes with dropping eyelids and dead beat body yet my mind was engaged with my moving out plans, lost in thought calculating my expenses from every day gastos up to the cumulative monthly expenses. I was talking with incomprehensible sounds – “renta, pakain, tapos yung laundry, ung iba pang gastos, gastos, pang snack and snacks pa, then gimik, pang date and treat sa family and pamangkin, may matitira pa ba? Or kulang na sweldo ko?” with my fingers counting blankly, eyes staring vacantly at nowhere and mouth poised wide-open. Hays…. After realizing the burden of living alone I also got back with my senses and because of the unconscious crap that I’ve been doing, I got frozen for a minute or two until I realized that I was on a public conveyance and the other passengers were stupefied looking at me. Oh crap! I looked at them with my eyes moving in 360 degrees then sudden shut and guarded laugh at myself, bursting with embarrassment. Geez, just with the thought of living alone, I had lost my sanity then what if with the reality? Urhgsss! It’s tough but I know that I can do it!
Haroo haroo!!!

Take care people! Imma bog hop by 2morrow!