The Pokemon Go Fever

When I first heard of the game Pokemon Go I immediately said “Nope..not gonna play it”, I am not a gamer and mobile games doesn’t really interest me that much. Moreover, with this game I need to go to places to catch ‘rare’ pokemons and move around to find some lures and spin pokestops. But a week before this game was released in the Philippines, I came across this article, saying how this game was not incidental and it took 20 years for the creator to finally achieve its well deserved success. I also developed mobile games and been involved in map layers so I know how nerve wracking and at the same time quiet interesting it is. I am impressed. The time the game finally came out I didn’t immediately played because I had an upcoming exam. That made me 2 weeks late from the fandom. By the time I started really playing the game, I am so excited to catch new pokemons while my other friends are already kinda bored catching the same thing. If I still have time on the way to office, I still spin the nearest pokestop and silently hoping for the pedestrian light not to turn green yet because I have to catch a bulbasaur first. Going to the church, I would opt to take the longer route and my usual 10 minute walk turns to probably 20.

This game also garnered bashers and some negative reaction from non players. All I can say is, to each his own. We have a variety of interests and I think if people are happy doing things that doesn’t fascinate us, we should still respect it. We don’t have to bring rain to other people’s sunshine.

So that’s my pokemon jouney, and in a week of pure dedication I jumped from level 7 to 21. Thanks to lucky eggs and pidgeys and rattatas for that. I also reached the end of High Street and know how to go to Mind Museum. I am now confident not to get lost if I go to BGC area. But one thing needs to be fulfilled for now, to catch Pikachu. So better get going

because..

you know..

I have to..

Catch them All!!

An Unfinished Song

Its been a week since I bid goodbye to my feelings for you.
Its never an easy task and though I may have set some deadline,
we will never really know if that feeling left me completely.
There are times when I remember things and just smile or feel nostalgic.
When I hear some music and thinks its about you.
I wanna say things but thought, what would you feel about it.
Do stuffs when I know it would be better if we’d do it together.
Saw something pretty and laugh ‘coz I know you’ll hate it.
I have this opinion on something and I thought if you’re
here we’ll have this heated exchange of ideas ‘coz you have a different view.

How can I finish this song when I’m missing a note
When the rhythm isn’t the same anymore
If the beat is altered by your absence
And life seems to become a monotone
Worse than it was before you.

 

Hitting the deadline

I recently told myself that I will tolerate any thoughts of him ’til the last day of May. Starting June I will stop myself from replaying all the memories, scrutinizing every detail and determining what went wrong. I see you all over the place, the people I interact with, the things I do. Its one of those moments where I can’t run away from, I have no choice but to live with it. Today is my deadline. How could I follow it when the first thought I had this morning was you? Not that Im-forgetting-him kind of thought, but just you. I can do this. Then one day I will be able to shrug you off my shoulders.

Lessons of a Limitless Wonderer

3 AM I woke panting…gasping for my breath for 5 seconds, I can’t move. It does not usually happen to me so I gather my strength and tried as hard as I could to stay calm. Moments later I was there lying in the bed breathing normally.

Why do I feel this way? Why so sudden.

I wrote that paragraph above over a month ago. I didn’t finish it for the reason I don’t even know. There is so many things going on in all aspects of my life. It was fleeting. Exhilarating. Mind boggling. How could I manage it? Surely I’m a sucker at prioritizing tasks that looking back there are lots of things I failed to accomplish. Goals was set aside. Trips postponed. And words left unspoken. But there is one thing I gained. I learned to love. Yes. I learned to love life. I learned to love myself. The first half of 2016 will officially end but for 6 months I discover things I never thought I would.

I learned to accept that things will not always go as planned. Know what you want. Do things you need to do to achieve it. Pray. And took a deep breath while you wait for it to happen.

The amount of time you spend doing something determines its importance in your life. I will not change my laundry day for something unimportant. Never haha. So if I said yes going out on a Tuesday night, man we’re close.

Sometimes we end up asking for the things we initially hated. Here is the thing, when you are a child you see situations black and white. I used to see tears in other people’s eyes and I told myself that for me not to be trapped in that same place, there are things I should avoid. Then one day, here I am and all I wanted is to plunge myself in that same thing I keep myself from all my life. Are the reasons enough? Will it all be worth it?

Never be afraid to say what you feel.  Will you be rejected? Probably, yes. But there is also a 50% chance that you will not. Courage is just a little thing, that could change your life forever. A friend once told me, never miss a chance not getting the things that you want because you are too scared to fail.

Move on. This is the hardest part. It is important to feel the hurt, grieve as much as possible. But give yourself a deadline, tell yourself that next month I will never dwell on my failure. Feel the pain, because your mind and body needs to be aware that you lost but don’t be so accustomed to it that it becomes your lifestyle. Make space for new people, new adventure.

I travel a lot, go to concerts a lot.   I love it and wanted to do it as often as I could. But if you ask me what is the day that matters to me the most? It’s a lazy day spent with people I care about. Love doesn’t have to be grand, it doesn’t have to be explosive. It’s plain and simple. Live life. Cry. Laugh. Be broken, get fixed. There are things I can’t explain and still live without even knowing what it really means. Like that one night, was it a dream or a feeling I suppressed. Maybe I’ll find the answers to my questions, maybe not. I will just keep myself open. That’s how we learn. That’s how we roll. 🙂

Way to start 2016

If you set your eyes in the Lord you will not worry about anything at all. I felt a lump on my right foot and decided to let it checked. As I head towards the clinic it hit me…moments from mow my life will change. I could have the feeling of relief or the possibility that this thing might be aomething else. But what shocked me was my reaction. The perspective that I have right now waa ao positive not even I can fathom. Right there I realized how much faith I have. Faith that I believe God will never let me undergo this kind of situation. I trust him that whatever purpose he has for me it will always be the best. Yes I am scared sometimes but a vp8ce within me says “Chill ka lang everything will be alright”. ❤

When Im With You

If this blog is an album, you’d probably think this is the carrier single. The truth is its not. Funny how I even thought about the person I was thinking before when I said “I am so happy when I am with you”, I cant even remember his name.

This is about a love I should let go few months ago. I know how much pain I have to go through just to get over him. But being with him makes everything so awesome and fun.

Strange Night

Love can be found in a stange place and situations. This one is probably one of them. It was late night, I hurried myself down the building of our office, after finishing some restraining task, I decided to have some dinner first. When I decided to go home I cannot get myself a vacant space on a jeepney, and tired as I am, I went for a cab. To my surprise, I saw a fine looking man on driver’s seat when I opened the car door. I played it cool but how can you avoid smiling when few inches away there he is beaming too. He asked where Im heading and tapped his phone to get the right direction. Not wanting to start the conversation, I shut my mouth and wander in the window as the car swiftly past the buildings.  A few minutes later he asked me if Im from work and there goes the 20 minute fun-packed conversation I didnt have for ages.

Time flies so fast and he had pull the car over. What should I do? Sit there for some time and wait for, I dont know, him to say something. Or do what every sane woman would and walk away. Of course I did the sane thing.

This is how the story ends, I dont expect a nice continuation to that moment because its just one of those nights. One of those where you met one stranger…make your heart leap and never see him again.

No rules for us

We are two miles apart,
Thats ok.
We are on the same place ,
But never on the same page.
I’m so free,
You’re so stiff.

I solved a lot of logic.
But never this,
Put a smile on your face
Just for once.
I know we are never destined,
Proved it when I missed seeing you by a second.
Did I really or you intentionally did?

Don’t occupy the corner,
Thats my favorite spot.
Or better stay there
And i’ll sqeeze myself in.
Three glorious seconds
And you’ll leave me behind.

Here is my cause,
Why dont you try
Open your eyes.
No rules for us.
It is not against the law,
‘Cause we’ll never break the code.

Chapter 1: My Lucky Day

6:00 AM…What? Its the first day of school and I woke up 1 hour before my first class, how unfortunate I’ll be absolutely late. So I hurriedly get my towel and headed to the bathroom, but to my disappointment there’s already someone inside and another waiting for her turn. I have to go at exactly 6.30 so I’m in panic.

Fast forward and I arrived 7:15 in the university. Not that bad, but for a classroom that will take a 20 minute walk from the main gate, I arrived past 7:30 in the class. Now would be the moment I’ve been dreading in my entire existence, I don’t wanna get too much attention and I wanna stay invisible most of the time so I hurriedly walk inside the room as swiftly as possible. To no expense, everybody glanced over me including my professor, annoyingly he looked at me with his prying eyes. “Who are you?” he finally said. “Sorry prof, I’m Meg” with all the nerves inside of me I managed in a low voice. “Sit here in front.” So instead of heading to the vacant seat at the back I obediently followed his instruction. My professor thinks that its a punishment, honestly since 4th grade my favorite spot is in the front row, I could listen intensively and its convenient for me to raise my hand every time there’s a recitation. Things are different now, I’m in med school and people are tougher. Its like going back to zero, all of my achievements mean nothing here. To know that I’m probably seated with the brightest mind in my batch is such sheer pressure. Then again I’m good at this, I told myself. I’ve been here for so many times and I survive with flying colors.

My professor were mumbling about his published journals. He seems to be good, at first glance you would not even think that he’s a resident, he has a broad shoulder and piercing grey eyes. He is about 5.8′ tall and sporting a dirty look, not that convincing for a doctor but awesome for a teacher. He is in his mid-30s and wearing a vintage Cartier watch, the one I could only see in Watchtime, the magazine I subscribe weekly in the web. He is in a middle of discussing Laparoscopic surgery when my seatmate nudged me. “Hi I’m Rose”, a pretty girl is glaring beside me. She has this big curls like the “digiperm” kind, bushy eyebrows and pointed nose. I could imagine her as a french model on Prada commercial (is this even a med school?!). She just handed me some flyer about gig sessions after class, not minding that much I said thanks and stuck it on my Great Expectations book.

After two hours the class was dismissed, everybody say “hi” to each other, the usual stuff. I smiled to every face I can see but so shy to take courage to introduce myself. I met this nerd guy who loves poetry, we discussed a bit about “Desiderata” and this flamboyant girl who smells like cotton candy. Everybody is doing their own thing, each one trying to portray their best possible self. Amidst these chaos of social occurrence, someone caught my attention, (play “Life in Color” by OneRepublic) a tall guy in his white shirt is standing on the corner of the room. He is talking to two ladies including Rose, typing something on his phone probably getting their numbers. Stuck in his one hand is Great Expectations book looks older than mine, same taste huh?. There is something in his presence that I couldn’t explain, something I never felt before. He has this dark brown hair and captivating smile. Everybody started to leave the room so I made my way too. A bit of disappointment dawned on me, I haven’t even got a chance to know his name. I daydreamed so well that for a second I was startled immensely. Someone appeared in front of me, an apparition, it feels like I’m staring in an angel, it was him! “You forgot your book.” He handed me my Great Expectations copy and said “Nice read, I’m reading that too right now.” I managed a faint “Yeah” and smiled, the first smile I had this day and it is the brightest one. He smiled back and offered a handshake, he said “I’m Stephen”.

When the Love bubble bursts

Here we are again….

The most inevitable thing about life is falling in love. Its an indescribable feeling that gives color to our lonesome world. Ah what a wonderful feeling when your with the person that hold your heart and knocks you off your feet. Each day you wake up with a smile and suddenly everything around you sparkle. I wanna stay right there and then.

But when this bubble of happiness burst, it shatters your heart into pieces. Tiny little pieces that I cant figure out where each part has gone. Why do things have to end? Why cant we have this feeling forever? Why do we have to feel that? Arrrgh…. To make us strong?.. Nah…. All I know is that it drains me…. It takes a piece of me, a feeling that creates a buffer that next time I fall again Im not gonna give it all. It builds walls, never pour out all your emotions in a instant…think first….then think again….repeat a million times….eternalize…. I dont wanna undergo any safety measures first because the thing about love is it just hts you out of nowhere and it hits you hard… Ah stahhhp it…

Like all the days that have passed this will just be another one. One that Ive fallen crazily inlove with you that I even put in writing. One day I look back to this moment and cringe over myself why did I ever felt this way….. eww…that was so innocent and all. One day, the feeling is gone and I could look at you in the eye and laugh at your witty jokes without envisioning forever 🙂