Where have all the Bees Gone

If you are an avid reader of my posts you would know how much I’ve longed to watch movies such as Confessions of a Shopaholic and He’s Just not that Into You, and so the long wait is finally over as they are in the theaters now. Much to my excitement, we watched the 2 movies consecutively last Saturday. I remember the last time I watched 2 movies in a row was like 8 years ago when I broke up with my ex boyfriend LOL. I was in the midst of coping with a failed relationship and I had to keep myself busy as part of my diversion brought by an impaired heart ewww LOL.

The two movies were great, it was worth every cent from my pocket. Thats right I paid for it. WEll, it was a deal that I had to put into terms aforetime with Tj just so he would agree to watch 2 chick flick movies consecutively. He enjoyed it himself and I’m glad. We had pretty good laughs.

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I’m having trouble with the pit. Bees are supposed to buzz but there are some bees in the pit that don’t buzz. Bees buzz because they fly and when they fly they create wind vibrations that’s why we hear the buzz. If the bees don’t fly, what do they do? If bees are not flying it means that there are no vibrations to shake the pollen off the flower’s anthers and onto the bee’s body which means no pollination and tantamount to bees being useless. Uhm watch The Bee Movie, you’ll know what I’m saying.

You and your diabolic mind. Cut some slack, go fly. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ

Valentine

Okay. So I’ll be like everybody else who writes and tells the world about what they did on Valentine’s Day. I never spent V-day in a special way, yeah…it’s true, I’m not a party pooper nor cynical about it. I’m just not a V-day person and if you were to ask me why – one of the reasons I guess is you can always make every day a Valentine’s Day – you can always treat your lady to a nice restaurant, give her flowers and make her feel special on any given day. There are a lot of things that I consider nice during V-day nevertheless – like it’s nice to see a spectacle of beautiful flowers displayed in the malls or held by the ladies with happy faces, restaurants are filled with flower and balloon decorations just to make a romantic ambience.

Much to my shopaholic nature, a few days before V-day I have told Teejay not to spend money on flowers, in fact, I told him that I would prefer to get a bag or a nice pair of shoes instead of flowers and he just flashed me a sinister smile. It’s very usual for us not to plan on doing anything on V-day but when V-day came, I thought of going to Tagaytay for an overnight stay in a nice hotel. Get a soothing massage and experience almost all that’s included in the spa package. I surfed the internet and saw the rather enticing package of nurture spa, so I called for booking unfortunately they are fully booked, the same with the other two hotels so I have gave up on the thought of going anywhere outside of Manila.

So I decided to look up The Spa. I called the one at The Fort for booking and unfortunately I got the same scenario, I guess everyone had a spa indulgence on V-day. tsk tsk. Anyway. I finally decided to watch Marley and Me instead, which surprisingly made me and Teejay cry LOL. It’s a funny movie but very touching at the same time. It was our first time to cry together over a movie, I guess it’s because we have also developed a unique and intimate attachment to our first pet Cheebah and so it made us relate to the story of the movie. For me, one of the downsides of getting a pet is to face your pet lying lifeless on the ground one day. Deep Sigh.

Anyway. I just have to tell you that prior to watching the movie, we had a sumptuous dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. There was a long queue and we were among the many couples and families who stood outside waiting to get seated. After that highly delectable dinner, we stopped by at Lancome to get my new make up set hihihi. We then went to Sarabia Optical and got Teejay’s costly spectacles because the previous glasses were chewed by their voracious dogs. ugghhhh. We then watched the movie, went home and had some. Hush!

Think About It

I have always wondered on how are we supposed to live our life. As ephemeral beings, we were raised to have a forethought on how we should live our life. From infancy, we become kids and then we go to school to learn the idealism of how we should live our life, we graduate at school, we get a job, we get married, we start a family, we retire and we embrace old age and we will pass down the routines to the rest of the generations after us. But what is really the exact way of living our life. I dislike these routines and I certainly dislike having to conform in the customary ways.

I hate to be put in a box. I’m a wanderer, freedom is my lover. I love to seek for wisdom. Love is the foundation of my being. I live for my passion and my passion is to live. I want to travel the world, I want to make decisions on my own without having to worry of the consequences of it or what other people have to say, I want to wash the dishes beacause its my will to wash them, I want to spend my money on anything I find good for me. I could go on and on. Tell me are you living your life or ar you stuck in the four corners of an office working for money or you spent four college years at school to study the field your parents chose because they think its the best for you. You might want to take a grasp on things now. Are you living your life or is it an illusion.

A Retrospect

I woke up whining this morning like I always do. The unwillingness to open my eyes at 6 AM every day is hurting my precious gut. I have set my daily alarm at 6 AM but I have always ignored it and end up waking up at a later time. I woke up today at 7 AM, I ran to the shower and had it quickly. I had a nice morning nevertheless, the sun was gentle and not in his usual ferocious self. As I was on my way to the office, I was accompanied by my constant comrade called music. I was surreptitiously humming and singing with the songs in my mind when I suddenly realized I was also musing. I thought of the greatest personal secrets I have kept all this time and one of them is something that I would like to share to you.

This may be obscure to some but I grew up in my grandmother’s care. My mom used to travel around Asia compelled by her job. I was in gradeschool then and it lasted for about 6 years. She was always away and as we all know technology at the time has not made the internet breakthrough widely available yet so we communicated via phone and the legendary snail mail. She would always send me pictures of her and the places she had been to. At a very young age, I have understood all the reasons why my mom had to be away. I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for her hard work. I can say that I am one of those lucky people who spent their childhood days the way a child should spend it.

For the record, I didn’t have an ideal relationship with my stepdad as I used to dislike him when I was younger. One time my mom was at home for vacation. She had to go somewhere so I was left alone at home. I opened one of her luggages and found it unloaded. I saw a pile of photo albums very well arranged inside the luggage, much to my snoopiness, I picked the blue album right in the middle and opened it. It brought a smile on my face because I found myself looking at the pictures I sent my mother, as I was browsing towards the middle, I saw the pictures of my stepdad. I remember those four pictures of him, he was riding a bike on a pink shirt and faded jeans.

I used to dislike my mom’s relationship with my stepdad for many unselfish reasons. I have always thought that my mom could be happier with someone else but as I grew older and reached maturity, I was able to grasp things rationally. At that moment, I felt nothing but rage and preclusively, my eyes gave in and tears fell down. I couldn’t think of a way how to express my anger so as I was staring at his pictures I thought of something. I took out the four pictures from the photo album and stared at it blankly while holding a strong grip to it. At an instant, I ran to the kitchen and found a match. I then went to the backyard and lit up one match stick. I brought the pictures close to the blue flame and suddenly I saw the blue and orange flame burning through the pictures. I had let go of the match stick while my right hand was holding the pictures.

I held the pictures and stared at it with conviction until I saw nothing but burned paper. Three days after, my mom unloaded her luggage and found out that the pictures were missing. She asked everyone in the house except me. She didn’t know what happened to the pictures even until this day but her silence speaks a lot. In retrospect, had I not burned the pictures, I would’ve done something else.

Fighting the Disruptive Moment

I’m in a battle between incoherence and lethargy, they seem to linger around me for a long time now and don’t have plans on departing anytime soon. I’m fighting with my very best efforts but they overpower me. I can’t get a good grip on anything, I’m stark fretted. I think I need an awesome break this weekend, something that’s mind-blowing and motivational enough to alter my disoriented self. I’ve got a few ideas but I’m somewhat undecided which one is the best or better yet I’ll try them all. I just need to get back on track and leave digression for good. I hope to rejuvenate next week.

I’m done with griping and procrastinating, I want results this time. I remember what Teena wrote on her facebook “Teena is BLANK” – we are on the same boat girl. I will have to make a way to end this disruptive moment. I need my focus back otherwise I might see myself standing on that same horizon some time ago and I certainly wouldn’t want that to happen. I’ll let you know by Monday.