Just because i was hungry :D

I was at this mall’s parking lot waiting for my mom and brother when I just have this oh so normal event in my life that I just want to brag about and I think a good entry in my blog wouldn’t hurt that much.

The day was over and all I’ve had left to do was place the bloody key in the ignition and start the damn car. But here comes this gal, well I can’t say that she’s a girl or some woman as she looks quite somebody of my age on the premise that I see her quite as young as I am (don’t argue on that! I am young and well…. I’m still young! And will always beJ) and to add, she looks fine. And so here she was just doing about her business, stopping, placing her bag over the vehicle, opening her bag and searching for something, finally finding that group of tinkling metals, and I have turn to my left or else she might notice that I was staring at her in the confines of my own vehicle (ever got the feeling sometimes that you’re being stared at!? It feels awesome especially when you’re like sporting a good get-up but when things are just so normal and you feel like someone’s staring at you, spell-----creepy!). So, by the time I have to stare back she was inside her own vehicle with the engine running and as I can assume it her AC’s is on! You go girl! She after all looks fine! I admit that! I wouldn’t be staring at her almost every passing minute if she doesn’t look good, albeit to that, she is after all a gal of my age though sometimes some women do look good even at their late 40’s and enough of that. I was a feelin’ a little of a show-off myself and made my own engines work and putting my own AC’s in its own glory. I closed my windows, I just can’t stop staring at her to what she would do next and later on I would regret that I ever had the urge to keep on turning every opportune glance at her! And yes I regret it!

She was enjoying a stick of hotdog! Would you believe that!?! Not just any stick of hotdog!? But that hotdog is like some tasty one, its like sold in that mall’s supermarket hot and dribbling with deadly cholesterol-filled oil all over it and when you get your hands on that stick you’ll just have to gobble on it and finish it off. Then and there I realized I was hungry! And starving’ but not totally deprived of food… blame it all to an early dinner! I was just there sitting at my own driver’s seat, listening to some music while the gal beside me in her own driver’s seat was enjoying a stick of hot hotdog, how’s that!! My tummy was rumbling but then I told myself not to give in… it was fight of neediness and want-ness. It was quite a battle when she finally decided to really work her engines and off she went to her business of driving home to where she’s s’pose to go to.

I was there feeling relieved and a little distraught that I could’ve acted a total jerk just a few minutes ago staring at some random person and swooning over that random person’s random enjoyment over a stick of random treat! It sure was a laugh as I started the car into the drive and off I go to fetch my mom. I can’t believe I just did that! It kept me thinking up to the whole minute of driving when my mom finally has to barge in the car and break the silence of what had just happen.

In all, it was a good evening. And that little perverted incident will just have to be some inane thought formed out of some random act just because I was being me… observant and a little too off the hook to be called quite a stalker. 

Dive For Dreams By E.E. Cummings

dive for dreams or a slogan may topple you

(trees are their roots and wind is wind)

trust your heart if the seas catch fire

(and live by love though the stars walk backward)

honor the past but welcome the future

(and dance your death away at the wedding)

never mind a world with its villains or heroes

(for good likes girls and tomorrow and the earth)

in spite of everything which breathes and moves, since Doom

(with white longest hands neating each crease)

will smooth entirely our minds -before leaving my room

I turn,

and (stooping through the morning)

kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

silently if, out of not knowable

silently if, out of not knowable night's utmost nothing,

wanders a little guess

(only which is this world?)

more my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile sings

or if

(spiraling as luminous they climb oblivion)

voices who are dreams,

less into heaven certainly earth swims

than each my deeper death becomes your kiss

losing through you what seemed myself,

I find selves unimaginably mine;

beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears

yours is the light by which my spirit's born:

yours is the darkness of my soul's return

you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars

It's about "Taking Chances"

Quoted in the movie, Charlie St. Cloud

If Everything Happens That Can't Be Done By E. E. Cummings

If everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter than books could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess

(with a run skip around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one

one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better than books don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what which around we go who)
one's every anything so

so world is a leaf is a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter than books tell how)
so here is away and so you’re is a my
(with a down up around again fly)
forever was never till now

now I love you and you love me
(and books are shutter than books can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout each around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we

we're everything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater than books might mean)
we're every anything more than believe
(with a spin leap alive we're alive)

We’re wonderful one times one

6 Days, 5 Nights: Negros At Last

We made it at the nick of time! At half past 11:00am we managed to ride a Lite Ferry to Dumaguete from Lilo-an, Bato, Cebu. It’s a 35 minutes ferry back to the Oriental capital and then we’re off to a long 5 – 6 hours land trip. Wohooo! The weather is somehow dry and humid but not at all hot. Cool and calm waters through the strait and fair winds to make this ferry ride smooth and easy.

Still no dolphins!

Bohol is nowhere in sight now, Cebu says goodbye behind me while Negros say’s welcome back as we tread towards it.

Still no dolphins!

6 Days, 5 Nights: A Devotees Dream

We docked at half past 8:00am. Hoping that we’re off to our homebound trip, only to find ourselves in a place where a devotee can find solace in prayer and spirited admiration.

I never thought that I’ll be at that place, it was like some devotees dream come true ( I am no devotee but the place made me have some sort of goose pimples all over my body. It was a magical place of architectural design and interior complexity.

The church was made in adoration to the Holy Mother. In response to many of its miracles from many of devotees who have had witnessed such phenomena and became receivers of these blessed events in their lives.

The beauty of the place is adorned of different saints and statues many religion would dare question for the faith in its adulation. I, as a great enthusiast of such structural design was in rapture while hanging by a thread into drooling all over the place.

It was the most beautiful proposed Castle Sanctuary ever made yet.

Beautiful!

6 Days, 5 Nights: Homebound

The wee hour?! Who would’ve expected to wake up exactly at the wee hour just to arrive at the port a little too early?!?

That was our wakeup call a couple of hours ago as our eternal slumber suddenly halted. Fixin’ ourselves clumsily, stretching those arms, bending those legs and curling our bodies hesitantly. We drove with only nothing but our empty bowels, drifting to few naps to the port.

Arriving just in time to sleep more. The place was dark. Not even a single light on the pier. How’s that?! I sat myself inside the car and to recover some few winks shorn out from me. Waking up minutes later as few streaks of sunlight glazed the Bohol skies, I can’t believe we’re leaving this outlandish beauty, a haven of sea admirers and beach hunters. Aficionados like me. We left docked with so many pictures to take at half past 6:00am and braved the wide barren blue once more, the same passage we had 2 days ago.

The great blue is quite composed more than its behavior 2 days ago. And the trip as I may presume, is a bit too fast perhaps this is the feeling of going home when all one can think of is rest, relaxation beyond measure of time and an unending bliss of naps to soothe our beaten out bodies from this unprecedented 6 days & 5 nights trip.

Still no dolphins!

Few treats came along the great blue passage trip. Fishes of one sort caught my attention. They jump from the water and somehow fly across the water surface… I’m not new to this kind of fishes but in some way it made me think on how it should be called. Many of us know Flying Fishes, right!? We know that they fly but I think all Ocean books and Fish books should do more than just define correctly what these fishes are. They don’t fly! They bloody glide! They don’t have wings but fins with a span of such likeness that when they leap from the depths of the great blue and reach the surface they appear like flying but in fact, they glide above the surface as they stretch out their wide fins to achieve a gliding stride of a few feet above the water level. I think children should know what glide is from flying, misinformation is no joke. Anyways, I just love to talk about some simple things and complicate it a bit but seriously, I think they should change it.

Still no dolphins!

We are now crossing Bohol to Cebu and a few more hours later we will be crossing Cebu to Negros Oriental and a long drive home back to Negros Occidental. I love this trip. We may not have planned for this but the entire experience was expensive, tiring but ultimately WORTH it.

I really hope I can go back here. Maybe not with my family or with some friends but whoever I’ll be with, I would surely want to go back here. I have the world to explore and a lifetime is so not enough. I just hope I could stay a little more to enjoy this unbelievable magic carpet ride.

Still no dolphins!

6 Days, 5 Nights: Pools & Baby-sitting

I had the opulence of sleeping a little late and waking up a little later the morning of our last. My laundry clothes are up to a maximum and I’m off to my last pair of decent clothes. No dolphin watching as planned with the aforementioned itinerary but the day has to end on a trip to the pool for the kids begged to ask for one trip to the embrace of the waters. Ending up with my own dilemma and responsibility at the same time as the adults went off to their city jaunts and appointments with the pier authorities to settle some business for the planned ship transport we will be takin’ to home.

My day started with what s’pose to be a good pool side typing only to later on tire my throat into nagging toddlers of all kinds.

The restaurant/pool side looks fine. It was comforting, the view surrounding the pool green of the previous day’s rain, the coconut tree basking the grounds with shade and the plants all around in full beauty.

There were no occupants in the resort but us. The entire place silent, sunny and a little too homey, I strolled the place like the way I used to do in every place I get to visit and oh, well… the picture-taking keeps on coming.

I loved the place and how it is built and how it was designed. The pool, elevated on a small mound, developed in quite a style with a man-made water fall with large palm-like plants beside it. The water just keep on flowing, separated in two depths of pools; one for the kids and the other for adults, in all, the area was all fine indeed.

I thought I’ll never jump in with the lot but I was totally wrong, the water is so enticing for some reason I couldn’t bear.

I’ve thought then, that treading in fresh water is hard indeed. Fresh water focuses on more weight stress than in salt water. I’ve also observed that I can have 60 seconds without air under salt water than being on fresh water. Must’ve been the pressure contained in fresh water reacting on the human body compacted in air. Or perhaps, it happens vice versa on salt water where buoyancy decreases on the pressure exerted by the body as the surface area decreases on reaction to the total weight of the human body-----I don’t know how I came up with this timorous explanation but I guess that’s how my mind works and incessantly I do not have the thought of how am I doing it.

The day ended with a small trip to the mall with all of us buying shirts for tomorrow’s using and despondently I still don’t have the scarf as a souvenir, I really hope that we get to see a souvenir shop tomorrow.

Oh, well… our last night. Fun day.