the story behind her continues.

Two pairs of eyes randomly wandered around and met after such a long time. Though I've never expected it, we met again.

A friend of mine and I were shopping together for our class Christmas party for this year. When we were through, we decided to stop by at a mall to get something that our other friend ordered. We took a jeepney. As I was searching for empty seats for us to sit on, I dumbly and accidentally stepped on a passenger's feet. I didn't stopped to look and apologize because the jeepney was about to hit the road again. I was afraid that I'd lose my balance so I took my seat first. When we got to our seats, I was having a hard time putting our shopping bags together because I brought my basketball that time.
My friend poked me and pointed a passenger in front of us. It was then that I put my gaze to the passenger pointed by my friend. An electrical wave with an unknown source shook me when I saw those eyes. The eyes that I longed for. It was him.
He flashed his beaming smile and nod. I mindlessly smiled back to him. It was then that I realized it was his feet that I've stepped on. I felt bad and embarrassment that I couldn't even say "I'm terribly sorry, I've stepped on your feet." to him. So, I just smiled again. If only there were fluorescent lights instead of neon lights in the jeepney, it would have been obvious that my cheeks were flushing red. Funny, right? I find it funny and silly to be that "me." It's totally hilarious that I think of myself like that. Ha. Ha.
When the jeepney reached the mall's premises, he told us that he'll be going first. My friend and I were laughing that he didn't realized we also stopped for the mall. We didn't see him again after we strolled around the mall. We accidentally bumped into my mother who's shopping, too, for the holidays. My friend went home first. I was kinda feeling bad that I couldn't get to see him again. So, I asked for a sign. If I'd see him again, then there's something good that'll happen. My mind was fighting with my instincts. I kept on thinking that it's impossible to see him again that time because maybe he had a date or he's buying something for his special someone.
Mom and I went to McDo's place to order Burgers to bring home. I was the one who fell in line to order the food. As I was picking my things up and was on the way to the exit, a familiar face was beaming with smile at me. It took me a second to recognize the face. It was him. He was smiling at me. At me? Gosh, I couldn't even believe that but it was the truth. I thought I was having a trip to dreamland but no, I was in the reality.
I didn't want to miss the opportunity. I smiled back. He waved. Wow, that was the second best climax of the moment. Funny again. Of course then, I waved back. I so much wanted the time to slow down so that moment could last a little bit longer. But then, I moved on to the exit.
My heart was pounding when I realized I left my bag. I rushed back to the fast food, and grabbed my bag. I, then again, glanced over his face for the last time. Maybe we wouldn't meet again for a very long time. He, then also, flashed his gaze on me and smiled. I kept on smiling on the way home. That was the last memory of him for now. I would cherish it forever.
The story has continued, continuously surprising me, now and then. The story has its own twists and blends. I never knew how God could be such a dramatic writer. He always surprises me.
So, you, what's you story?

gifts and thoughts.

Christmas season had come. This is the season to feel the agitation in opening beautifully wrapped gifts, and feel the joy of being near to your loved ones.

I've been receiving gifts since then. But one thing I just don't know what to do.

There's this gift of a stuffed toy. I named it "Petrie." I was kinda surprised why someone has given that to me. Surprised because I had not expected that he would give me something this Christmas. I was grateful for the thought of giving, at least. But I didn't want to show up as a snobby and mean girl not accepting it.

Do you know why I'm feeling like this? It's because I just couldn't replace CJ. He was given by a special someone of mine. I wasn't wishing and will never be wishing for a stuffed toy anymore because I already have CJ. And no one or nothing can ever replace CJ. I don't want Petrie, the stuffed toy, to feel bad about my favoritism.

The someone who had given me Petrie should, at least, have asked. Anything else would have been better such like a necklace, a handkerchief, a watch, a pillow, a keychain, or the Jonas Brothers' Lines, Vines, and Trying Times album. I don't mean to offend or hurt the giver. It's just that I couldn't help but express my feelings through this post. This is what Blogger is all about, right?

At the very least, I'm still grateful and I appreciate the thought of giving me such. Really, and from the bottom of my heart.

Though I love surprises, sometimes it can't be avoided that I'll feel disappointment and discontentment. These are one of human's characteristics. I know you've felt this way, too. But somehow, in every gift we have and will be receiving, it's the thought that counts. No matter how expensive or cheap. The fact that someone had exerted effort to wrap the gift and had spent money to buy it, then the someone showed care, appreciation, gratefulness, and love.

CJ (left) and Petrie (right)

the art of trying something new.

On the last few weeks of 2009, I have discovered something that I find quite enjoyable and heartwarming. Something that I thought would never be for someone who's the nice and sometimes reserved type of a girl like me. Something that makes me feel happy and satisfied. What I'm talking all about is Basketball.
I may be the studious, diligent, and shy girl you think I am. But believe me, I'm far than that. I seldom study because studying freaks me out but I read and listen that's why I have somehow maintained my grades. When I entered the Juniors Girls' Team in Basketballs, I realized it is something that I should work on. I was also amazed on how the basketball star players make their moves and shoot when I served as the scorekeeper in the games.
It made me feel like I wanted to be like them. I wanted to be able to move like them and glide in the basketball court. I wanted to be able to express myself in a whole other way. Since then, I've been practicing and playing with my teammates. And it sure was fun. Every move, every step, every shoot, every rebound were all coming from my heart. It is because I do things that I love with my whole heart in it. I was able to avoid being reticent and reserved as what I thought I was supposed to be.
It helped me in proving to others that I can do other things that aren't supposed for me to do. It proved that trying something new maybe risky and dangerous that you'd turned out to be regretting in the end. But you should risk and climb mountains, you'll never know a beautiful meadow is behind those mountains. You'll know along the way that it isn't for you and you can always climb another mountain.
Never be afraid for trying something new is always something worthwhile to do. That's the art of trying something new.