Thursday, December 28, 2006
Life games
It's charming how our world works sometimes. Just the other week, I intended to pen an entry about how plump I was growing because I couldn't fit comfortably into my working suits. I'd eaten less and walked more distances, but my size refused to be reined in. Then one day, I just fitted (snugly) into some smaller-sized clothes again.
I wish the world works like this all the time, with nice, positive surprises along the way and/or at the end of dreary tunnels. Or maybe the world does work this way, only, we have to learn to be a little more patient. You know, ride out the waves as they come etc. After all storms come and go but we, the (good) people, are here to stay.
Like how the folks in this new city can be dreadful, the politics deadly. I wasn't playing their game but apparently that didn't matter. I was stabbed and I bled and almost died. Now I'm learning to play their game. Learning to ride the waves. But this is going to be a long-drawn game. I hope the world gives me some nice ups along the way.
When I wrote the previous entry, it was pouring right outside my window. Half way thru typing, I looked up and saw a clear grey sky. It was a nice surprise.
It's charming how our world works sometimes. Just the other week, I intended to pen an entry about how plump I was growing because I couldn't fit comfortably into my working suits. I'd eaten less and walked more distances, but my size refused to be reined in. Then one day, I just fitted (snugly) into some smaller-sized clothes again.
I wish the world works like this all the time, with nice, positive surprises along the way and/or at the end of dreary tunnels. Or maybe the world does work this way, only, we have to learn to be a little more patient. You know, ride out the waves as they come etc. After all storms come and go but we, the (good) people, are here to stay.
Like how the folks in this new city can be dreadful, the politics deadly. I wasn't playing their game but apparently that didn't matter. I was stabbed and I bled and almost died. Now I'm learning to play their game. Learning to ride the waves. But this is going to be a long-drawn game. I hope the world gives me some nice ups along the way.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Cheaper and way better than retail therapy
Last night when I got into the car, drenched wet like a swan from the onslaught of the monsoon downpour, my little puppy jumped right into my arms. I buried my face in his freshly washed hair, smelling it as he snuggled into my arms, cozy like a heater in the cold weather. Times like this, melt trouble away like hot wax. Nothing like a live radiator sleeping in your arms to mask reality temporarily and make it seem pretty again.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Last Christmas
With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again
... I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Make it your Christmas mission
On my desk: celebrating Christmas the modern way
I now have four Christmas gifts (thank you YOU, u, u & u) and counting. Meanwhile I haven't given a single present. I am pretty late this year, though it's not to say that I'm not late any other year. See, I'm just not good with the buying and giving of gifts for "special occasions"; I prefer to be more spontaneous ! Buy when I see something nice ! Give when it's unexpected !
That said, I would still like to do something special during this season of sharing. It's an idea that I got from Mr. M (read here). So, to the few loved ones and good friends who still read my blog, I would like to say:
:)
Love,
redshot
PS: Get on Santa’s nice list (if your name’s still off it !): Donate and encourage others to do the same.
On my desk: celebrating Christmas the modern way
I now have four Christmas gifts (thank you YOU, u, u & u) and counting. Meanwhile I haven't given a single present. I am pretty late this year, though it's not to say that I'm not late any other year. See, I'm just not good with the buying and giving of gifts for "special occasions"; I prefer to be more spontaneous ! Buy when I see something nice ! Give when it's unexpected !
That said, I would still like to do something special during this season of sharing. It's an idea that I got from Mr. M (read here). So, to the few loved ones and good friends who still read my blog, I would like to say:
Although I wish you the world, and would have given you a token of it by way of a present, I thought that it would mean a lot more to both you and I if the money that would have been spent on the said token be directed to the worthy cause of bringing Christmas cheer to the victims of the typhoons in The Philippines. I hope that you will also consider doing the same.
:)
Love,
redshot
PS: Get on Santa’s nice list (if your name’s still off it !): Donate and encourage others to do the same.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The week past
We were forewarned just an hour before Jelly went to J. Still it was quite a shock ! that more than half of the neighborhood had already been treating it as the street gossip for a while. I didn't remember J being any sort of celebrity before I came. What warranted such interest in his personal life ?
I was shocked, then outraged, and am still mad. The anger makes me reckless. I'd kept my profile low, shunning limelight and steering clear of the politics. But all I want to do now, is to spit in the faces of the gossipers. What right have you, to be doing what you were/are doing ? Especially YOU, who are leaving the neighborhood. Why do you have to stir up such shit about us, who would still be here, long after you are gone ?
My indignation is my most effective reminder of how vicious even remote neighbors can turn out to be. I hope it never fades away.
What a stir it caused, the old shot taken with a mere camera phone. Naysayers were hard at work in the neighborhood. The accompanying rumors, which expectantly got more exciting as they got passed along, was almost two weeks old when we were confronted by the elders.
We were forewarned just an hour before Jelly went to J. Still it was quite a shock ! that more than half of the neighborhood had already been treating it as the street gossip for a while. I didn't remember J being any sort of celebrity before I came. What warranted such interest in his personal life ?
I was shocked, then outraged, and am still mad. The anger makes me reckless. I'd kept my profile low, shunning limelight and steering clear of the politics. But all I want to do now, is to spit in the faces of the gossipers. What right have you, to be doing what you were/are doing ? Especially YOU, who are leaving the neighborhood. Why do you have to stir up such shit about us, who would still be here, long after you are gone ?
My indignation is my most effective reminder of how vicious even remote neighbors can turn out to be. I hope it never fades away.
