my “disappearance”

It’s a shame. I neglected this blog once again. As usual, I have my reasons.

I took some time off to enjoy  my life. I am a busy girl, I know that and I think everybody knows that. I just took some time off to unwind and, well, I needed to do something.

If my friends are clever enough to know where to look for answers, then maybe they will get to read this.

For two weeks, I disappeared from everybody’s life. It was unplanned but intentional. The one that actually prompted me to do it was when I attended a cousin’s wedding. It felt quite nostalgic during that time because the moment everyone marched in, it felt like my own dream wedding was being done. From the music to the yearning of having older brothers…  it was surprisingly close to what I wanted.  What’s more surprising was that I was smiling. I could have frowned at it knowing how things turned out for me.

But I do love weddings. I always shed a tear or two secretly whenever the bride walks in because it felt like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world and the idea that one such event can unfold a new phase in a girl’s life, that is quite fascinating. Well, for me it is.

Anyway, during that, it felt like I’ve reached a certain plateau. I had accepted the things that were meant to be and not meant to be and suddenly the world has so much to offer to me. I was excited but I had nobody to share it with.

I have been trying to send text messages to some friends but they were quite busy to even answer back. If they did, it will be like hours after or a day after I sent my sms. I was disappointed actually for being left out especially when they think they don’t need me for anything but I know they have their own lives to live.

I am…

dancing in the dark…  it would be much nicer if there is moonlight but the stars are enough.  I’ve never felt freedom such as tonight and i’m glad I have it now…

alone but not lonely and dancing like as if no one is watching…

Dancing is like dreaming with your feet! ~Constanze

You can dance anywhere, even if only in your heart. ~Author Unknown

To dance is to be out of yourself.  Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. ~Agnes De Mille

Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop.
~W.H. Auden

perfect

From where I’m standing now, the view is beautiful and peaceful. So serene.

kissing, forgetting and accepting

Again, thank God for blogs! I know i can easily vent with my whining partner (thanks to tin!) but there are times when i just want to let it out without messing up her mind about me contradicting my own self and will end up making her more confused. Don’t laugh because I even confuse my own self. hahaha!

Anyway, I am here typing my thoughts down again because I got this text message asking me to choose the color I like and the sender will tell me what type of a kisser I am. I chose green and blue being my favorite colors. It was a no-brainer, of course, because I will always answer those colors no matter what type of interpretation will be done. Another point is that I didn’t want to think because I know I will still end up choosing those colors anyway.

Guess what green and blue mean? Green says I’m a sweet kisser (aawwwww….) and blue means I am an expert (woot!). I giggled silently as i read the “interpretations” or “meanings” of those colors but sent a very convincing HAHAHAHAHA to the sender. He told me that it was just a text and baka naman daw totoo yung interpretation about me being a sweet and expert kisser. I said I wouldn’t know and jokingly added that if ever the ex thinks of texting me, i’ll ask him about it, and i know it will never happen because the ex would rather die than text me. It will kill the life in him.

I was quite surprise to receive a response saying that I might not be moving on yet because I keep on bringing up the ex. hhhhmmmmmm…………….

women

I don’t have the heart to disagree with this conversation from the movie WITH HONORS

(I’ll Remember by Madonna)

Simon Wilder: Women. Ain’t they perfect? 

Monty: Not always. 

Simon Wilder: Yes, they are, they’re perfect. Don’t matter if they’re skinny, fat, blond or blue. If a woman is willing to give you her love, Harvard, it’s the greatest gift in the world. Makes you taller, makes you smarter, makes your teeth shine. Boy, oh, boy, women are perfect.