Confusion.

When I like somebody, I fall hard. I sometimes even become obsessed.

Well, there's this guy.

I was just there and he was there too. What I didn't know before that I know now is that we have a connection. A spark, if you must.

The problem is, as of this time, no one is making a move to take it to the next level. Me, being a girl, should not be the one to do it. So I'm waiting. And waiting.

But nothing has happened.

I see efforts of this guy getting closer, but no definite signs of a more serious move. I make my own moves, too, but I guess he's not seeing it.

Now I'm thinking of other thoughts. There's only two things linked to this situation. Either he really doesn't like me that way, or he's gay.

So which would you choose?

Electric.

Pacified and dormant

It seems like I have

Charged for a long time

Then the thunder came...

And I'm stung like

Live wire to water

The excitement never stops

The current unwavering

I look into the horizon

Sparks flying

And I chose to ignore them all.

05122013

I am afraid.

I am afraid.

Of what might happen,

Of what I'm feeling right now,

Of the decisions that I might make.

I am scared.

Of this gnawing feeling,

Of a number of sensations going on and on,

Of the state of peace that might break anytime.

I am frightened.

Of the prisoner trying to break free,

Of the cup filled to the brim,

Of the runner ready to sprint.

I am terrified.

05052013

Turning Thirty!

Turning thirty is a challenge, an accomplishment, but sometimes a burden.

There are people who view this age as a checkpoint. I don't blame them for that. It's just that some of them mainly view those persons who are at that age to be settling down, stuff like that.

It's definitely not the case for everyone.

One of my great role models has given me more proof that this age does not suck, that being thirty means a lot of things greater than quantifying a big number.

Click the link below:

iamsuperbianca: I'm 30! Why I think its more awesome than 20.: I'm 30!!!! I started this blog in 2003, when I was 20 years old. Ten years after, I don't really feel much older but I feel so m...

If you read this, it will surely boost your morale, as it did mine. :)

My Right Kind Of Coffee

a silent escape
enraptures me when
you are smelt
a strong sense of
contentment emanates when
you are tasted
giving me warmth
and solitude when
you are savored

you...are my right kind of coffee.

04292013

And

all this time i have been

wondering how it might have been when

things happened so differently than

what is actually going on today and

it seems like a broken record when

i play it over and over again but

caring about that is nothing compared to

what i originally felt before and

now i am simply overwhelmed by

this nagging feeling of regret but

i'm trying to steer clear of

that pit because i might drown and

what could have been was

what i want to have right now but

that may be hard because of

this fear emanating from within and

this half-empty core seems emptier than

ever when i think about it but

a dose of you day by day is

a refreshing drink that fills my cup and

all i want now is a chance to

redeem myself in several ways but

the shocking truth that stings is that

i cannot do this on my own.

04/17-19/2013

Kalanggaman Island.

A weekend from work to stay at Paradise with friends is definitely worth the hassle of hours and hours of land and sea trips.

With summer already on its way, me and some of my friends decided to go to this island, an hour of bangka travel just across Palompon, Leyte. When we got there, everything is just breathtaking, from the water to the sand to the sea breeze to the sun...everything was perfect.

Food and drinks were bountiful, the volleyball court was just inches away from our camp, as well as the beach. There was no electricity, so we decided to turn off our gadgets, and it seemed like we were castaways on Survivor: only living on the food that we have, making most of what we brought with us, without any contact from the outside world. Well I may be exaggerating a little, but that's what I felt. :)

On the island, you can do a lot of things. Boredom is the last thing that would come up in this place. Aside from the usual banter that our group solely initiates, we also brought a badminton set that kept us afoot and energized, complete with scoring and losers being replaced.

The island also has a handful of gear that you can rent, just to add more activities on your list: Kayaks, banana-bicycle floaters, bicycle floaters, etc.

And of course, the sand bar. Photography is ideal, and strolling to and fro is a must for any group.

At night, the stars come out and play a romantic setting on the beach, with torches being lit up at every camp.

Everyone was just having fun, making our summer outing a very successful one.

Next up: our trip to Boracay, in time for my Birthday. :)

The Twins of Ghostwriting.

Never had I realized that writing for some author would haunt the person both ways (positive and negative). I always thought it was a good thing. Being paid for writing and sharpening your talent was supposed to be enough for me. But after reading this article, it made me realize the other side of ghostwriting. How it would give you a sense of vagueness, lack of ownership and originality, among all other things.

I was a major fan of the Sweet Valley Series, from the Kids to the University. Those twins had me hooked. But at the back of my mind I have always wondered who Francine Pascal was, why it says "created by" with a "written by" at the same time, and so on and so forth. Reading the link below solved the mystery.

If you're curious enough, especially if you're also a Sweet Valley fan, then read on. :)

The Ghost Writes Back by Amy Boesky | Kenyon Review Online

Me and Jewel.

Haven't I written about Jewel yet?? Well I think I should.

I live in a small country called the Philippines. I was born and raised here. I grew up learning to sing, as my parents always play music from their favorite singers. I could still remember myself singing to "The Greatest Love of All", with a bottle of baby powder in my hand as an improvised microphone.

Though the Philippines is a third world country, we are very rich in natural resources. We are hospitable, friendly, family-oriented. More importantly, Filipinos are musically inclined. We have our own music, but it's inevitable that foreign music also influences us.

I grew up listening to Mother's Carpenters and ABBA, and Father's Bee Gees and Eagles, and a little bit of some singers and bands that my cousins liked. But it was when I was a High School Junior that I learned about a different singer. My father brought a lot of CDs with him when he came home from Saudi Arabia (Overseas Workers are pretty much a normal thing in our country), and Jewel was one of them.

The album was entitled "Pieces of You". As soon as her songs played through our stereo speakers, I got hooked. I used to memorize all the lyrics and sing along with them, but that was a long time ago.

However, it's not just the songs and the melody on Jewel's album that captivated me. The stories that she was telling in between the lines kicked my inspiration into high gear...they got me into writing my own poetry.

I did not have that much experience in life, but how Jewel delivers every word and correlates them with the whole feel of the song made me develop my own imagination and create my own experiences. Then it wasn't long before my first love, first heartbreak, first everything...that got me into writing more and more poetry.

The bottom line is: Jewel was the first person to introduce me to poetry and writing. So thank you, Jewel. I owe you my teenage hobby, my young adult creativity, my present work. :)

Busy Times.

It's been quite a while since I wrote some stuff here. All I can say is: I've been busy.

For starters, I officially call myself an Instagram Addict. Every now and then I post some pictures -- some things I found interesting, some selfies, and maybe a couple of really nice photography. Like the one below:

I call this "a lonesome walkway". Just a view of my way home from work. :)

Another thing, when I stare at a computer monitor these past few months and write about something, it is for my work. So I sometimes get stressed when I am forced to write. But I know that in time I would be able to write again, freely as I have done since I started my Blogger existence. And that time is now, I guess. :)

Lastly, I just got access to Internet again, so I have been trying to catch up on my movies and TV series stuff. Movies from 2011 to 2012...and trying to file them away for storage. I have approximately a hundred and 5 CDs to date, all burned with all my TV and movie files. Reviews will come in the future, I promise.

And oh, by the way, I'm just loving my new phone. That's also one of the reasons why I've been so busy. I got it last November when I decided to amp up my life by getting a new phone. And here I am, a self-proclaimed slave to it. It's a shame, really. But what can I do? It's making me happy these days. :)

Write to you later!

Fashion Finds: Geometric-Shaped Necklaces

Cool necklaces for fashion addicts! :)

Cool Hunting: Emedemarta. http://goo.gl/mag/nD8bGHc

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Go Tourism! :)

Our country is indeed full of tourist destinations. So full of it that we can't blame the tourists when they keep coming back to our place! Truly proud! :)

Phl listed as top destination for 2013. http://www.philstar.com/news-feature/2013/01/05/893487/phl-listed-top-destination-2013

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