Someone Else's Perfect Love Story Ending

"..you may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it to someone's face, but there's a third option: You can just let it go, and only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward. And that kids, was the perfect ending for a perfect love story. It just wasn't mine. Mine was still out there, waiting for me..." -- Ted (HIMYM)

I Think God Can Explain

I did my first solo jog yesterday. I wanted to find out if jogging solo is better than with company.

It was nearing sunset and I was hitting the I-can't-calculate speed and running an undefined distance along the boulevard. The sea wind was hitting my face and it caught me breathless that by the time I was through, I made a pause near the seawall to catch a certain fresh air. It was then that I noticed the song blasting in my earphone. One of my all time favorite by Splendor and a Dawson's Creek soundtrack.

In every break of the waves against the seawall, I was like pondering the very thought of the song. It made sense to me and I realized how ever hard we've been through, only God knows why. Maybe, that's why after all this time we are still 'ok'.

The bottom line is: jogging is better with company. Even with a dog, maybe. But if you're doing solo, a cool playlist can be good enough.

Noynoying in Manito

I remember mentioning in my blog the nature wonders of Manito, Albay.(See Link). I even promised myself to visit the place again, packed and ready. And indeed I did, many times already. And just a day before the holidays, we were thinking we might as well make a side trip during our field work and visit Manito again.

This time, instead of posing in the scenic sea view, we made a quick stop and dip in a cool spring just along the highway. I wonder, why we didn't noticed it before, but there is a mini falls just few meters from the spillway. Maybe the crowded people doing laundry, kids taking a bath, and some having an early drinking session, caught our attention. The falls, that was hidden behind bushes and tree vines, was like 6-feet tall. The cool water from the falls flows continuously to the spring and into the spill way. Luckily, the spring was crowded or my buddy would have made a splash already :)

Scene of busy road, harvest time. Manito is known for its 'walis tambo' product.

Warning. Sheep resting on the road.

And binabalik-balikan. Aling Tina's crabby treat!

Nomnoming!

Our landmark, the spill way on a sharp curve road

Habang bata pa, magtampisaw sa batis!

Something cool and splashing is hidden behind those vines

The stream that leads to the spillway

The cheapest Halo-Halo at P5.00 each

Just a minor breakdown, but those large boulders scare us

I Thirst

"As the deer panteth for the water

So my soul longeth after You

You alone are my heart's desire

And I long to worship You.."

The Man Who Used to Treat Me Ice Cream

I can't believe I'm staring at the same man. The man who years ago would ask for my company to visit his girlfriends. He used to confess to me the stories and excuses he made up to his parents just to have money for a date. He would later make me pick the nicest flower and I sometimes suggest chocolates. And at the end of the day, he would reminisce to me their sweet moments together.

It would be the same for every other girl. When his Dad become suspicious, he volunteered to deliver a message to a church service. Though I missed this, I knew somehow that lessened up the guilt. Making his parents proud and forgive our little mischief.

The man who used to tell me stories of his first love, his girl type and even his heartaches. During weekend, he would treat us at the city's ice cream house after watching a movie. It was when I first learned about green jokes when he cracked it. We were supposed to laugh at the punch lines, weren't we?

I didn't miss it before. Only now, when I stared back at him. How one can transform when just years ago he would treat us ice cream. I can't believe I'm seeing a different man. The once I adore and fond of is now gone. Slowly as I listened to him, it would sink in. One cannot be resistant to change. And it hurt so much, night after night, I would wonder what had happened.

It has to be greed that tore us apart. Just now. Emotionless. Can greed consume such a person? What a pity and it would be just another sad story to tell. And pain really does changes people.

I'm on PDI!

When I got a message from Pam Pastor of PDI asking me to join her survey for a feature of Hunger Games, I got sooooo psyched! And this morning I got so excited that I was calling for everyone, asking for a copy of the paper for the weekend issue (I forgot to ask Pam when will be the issue).

And tadaaa! I got this one, rummaged through a pile of newspapers in our office.

And you know that feeling, when you were in a newspaper or magazine. That kind of happiness seeing your name or even your blurred photo. But to be in the PDI is different. It was....exhilarating. It took away all my worries for the day. And I've been wearing this big smile, though I've been hiding it at times, I just can't stop this gleeful feeling. Deep inside, I'm screaming "I'm on PDI". Not anyone can be in it, right?

Team Gale, see you on Friday! :D

Moments of Impact

Theories of impact: flashes reality and turn our lives upside down, changes us, and defines who we are.  -- The Vow, 2012