This is when you “pick up a vibe” from another person. For no apparent reason, you suddenly sense a person’s deep loneliness, or you feel hostility coming from a person who is smiling at you. I can also sense a person’s affinity towards another person.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”—― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: Cien sonetos de amor
“Fly is a promise, not a command. Fly is hope. Fly means defying the forces of gravity and getting the wind knocked out of your lungs. Fly means to persevere against the elements and fly belongs to all of us. I genuinely believe that each of us was meant to do some pretty amazing things in this lifetime.
Don’t you feel it in you? It’s there, coursing in your veins, stirring in your blood. The desire to be more, to do more, to be absolutely alive. Not just in one moment, but every freaking day.
Fly is a reminder to live an unapologetically great life. To create something, to propel someone, to be part of a revolution of people who refuse to just stand idly by. It means, most of all, that you matter.
And that you were made to remind people that they matter, too.”—Fly, Everyday Isa (via themorninglight)
“Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”—Steve Jobs (via inlovewithlight)
It was meant to be a memorable time for Saz and i. During the relief operations of Ondoy, I clearly remember how "he and i" began.
I was with Kacci, our Sec.General at that time, and a long-time pal, when I was forcefully towed to a relief operation in Quezon Avenue. It was around 630 in the evening already and I was there the whole afternoon helping out, carrying packs of goods.. I was starving. For the love of public service and charity, sure.. I agreed to go with the group. I wonder what would have happened, had I declined, or had I stayed home that day. In retrospect though, I’m glad I went.
I knew Saz even before Ondoy. He was my OSA Professional that time I was incoming EVP for my organization. I was introduced to him by our incoming President Roanna, and practically called him with a preceding sir, since then. Sir Saz, fondly recalling. Apart from that, I sort of heard “stories” about him. You know how in org rooms, you can literally hear everyone talk within and from the other side of the room- you can even catch phrases from the other end of the hallway in some extreme, isolated cases. Driving straight to the point… I knew that he was a friend’s crush, and another friend’s crush, a stranger’s crush-everyone’s crush except me. Hahaha. I really was flabbergasted knowing he was the it man. You know.. that stereotypical young intelligent teacher with a drop dead gorgeous body, former athlete, A-boy. He’s got it all. Or so they all thought. While girls squealed in excitement, I was just there..minding my own business thinking WHY THE HELL ON EARTH DO THEY FIND HIM HOT? I guess he just wasn’t my type. I was a sucker for chinitos.
Until that night of the relief operation.. I don’t really know if it was a strike of luck or a whip of God’s hand- he actually owned the truck that we were going to ride in and surprise surprise, we were all girls. Saz was with his friend Anton and believe it or not- I actually believed them when they said they were both gay. HAH. I still think that, in particular gave us something to joke about. Anyway, we were stalling at the parking lot that night and I sat on a rail while waiting. The other girls were on the truck already but I was so tired I spaced out a little and stayed apart. Little did I know, Saz was beside me. I still called him sir Saz. We both engaged in a small confab until he asked me if I wanted to get food at Manang’s and I delightfully said yes. That moment, I just felt something. I don’t exactly know why or what.. but I felt unusual (Yeahboy, that was me analyzing..) I’d notice little things, during the trip. See, sometimes its the little things that speak volumes. He opened the door for me, he made sure I was fine, and then there was this fleeting gaze that we both shared. Honestly, i felt kilig. Okay, maybe I was a bit carried away by the fact that he was the eye candy of the girls and he didn’t look so bad for my taste. The next day, he commented on my FB post about a relief operation and asked if I was going to Ateneo again. I texted him, but he didn’t reply. Up to now, he still would say he didn’t get any text. Maybe I had the wrong number. Maybe it was just meant to be a dead end to the bout. But here’s the drift:
There was totally nothing thereafter. We didn’t talk or text or anything after Ondoy. It didn’t really matter that time. I mean, I didn’t assume or anything. There wasn’t enough of anything to make a move. (Yes, girls do that, too) I knew it was perhaps just any flirtatious act that anyone can pull off to anyone at any day. Two months later, as I got back from my HK trip with friends, I received a FB personal message from him. Heart stopped for a tick. He said he was enrolled in a filmmaking seminar/class and they were tasked to make a short film. He basically asked me to take this role he sold to me as a sweet, pretty, crime-fighter, barista/dancer. Oh, the subtleties. I wanted to take it, but I had dance practice for a competition- Skechers, if i remember it right. Ended up with a hesitant decline, but we ended up catching 500 Days of Summer and from then on, everything else is history.
Looking back, I realized how better things always come our way in the perfect time. Was it magic? Maybe. But one thing’s for sure, it was the hand of our Lord that just paved the way.
My Ondoy experience may have been entirely and radically different from most people, but the tragedy turned out to be my most beautiful love story.
It’s probably because of the gloomy, rainy weather that two of my officemates and I decided to get a bowl of the famous Filipino merienda- goto (ox tripe porridge). The first scoop was just as heart warming as my last, indeed. It was very filling and it doesnt cost a pretty penny! Ours was just at P50 each, and it had chicharon (pork crackling) and hard-boiled egg.
A good serving of this congee with such humble ingredients is a must-try on this cool, rainy day.
Often unnoticed, these words slip our minds as if they’re all meaningless babble. Often said, yet seldomly meant. These words, may seem little, but they carry huge meaning that may just change someone’s life.. for the better.
These cream puffs first sunk into my teeth when i went to Singapore last June. They’re so delicious!!!!! I got a whole box of 10 (i think) and brought it to the airport- also finished them at the airport w/Saz’ help, of course. Maybe i got the added pounds from these.
Apparently, they have branched out to the Philippines!! There’s one in Trinoma, Greenbelt, and now in Megamall!!!! How could have i missed this??? I’m always at Trinoma and everynight i go to Megamall to meet my dad.
Goodness, i’ll definitely get some of these mouthwatering creampuffs tonight. HAH!