Blog Memo

To Whom It May Concern:

As much as I want to multi-blog (because I have launched another blog in tabulas days ago, where my heart really is and uhm, another one in friendster), it would be real tedious. I am not much of a multi-tasker. I can only maintain one blog activity at any given time. I am not saying though this will be my permanent link already since the nomad in practice that I am, the fickle-minded princess that I am, I go places. hehe. But I hope to keep it. For good. (I can hear you say, Oh, come on! Gimme a coffee break.)

Wait, do you still want me to justify my cause?
To wit:

I do not want to delete this blogspot space because:
1) I personally made the layout. It is "something" for me. The concept, the colors, the words. They are all mine for the taking.
2) I have gained blogspot friends here I have been exchanging comments with. I would like to believe this is, to quote peyups.com's tagline, where bright minds meet. Help me pull a chair please. =)
3) Well, blogspot is blogspot. While I may not be able to compare blow by blow the upsides and downsides of this blogsite against tabulas, I still think blogspot did not defeat its purpose. It gave blogging a "free" notion.

On the other hand,
I opened a new blog courtesy of tabulas for the reasons that:
1) I missed it there. The people. How it is to move around. The candid entries.
November 2005 marked the beginning of my blogging business at tab. It was a perfect send-off with a lot of things that were happening too soon in my life. Lost brain screws made me dump it. And now it's gone forever. The least I could do is to attempt resurrecting the life I used to have in there.
2) For reasons still unknown to me, blogger takes forever to load at workplace. Just when I am in my spur of the moment to write, I can't let tap water gush in. Dammit.
3) A friend, whom I got to convince to blog at tab, convinced me to bring back the life back then at tab. Obviously, I bought the idea.


Why do I suddenly felt like writing an office memorandum? hehe.
So, there. I am leaving footprints in here so that the rest of the gang will not be clueless with my whereabouts. (Yes, I am anticipating you care. I am that assuming. =))


Love lots,
Fye

Of Hair Talk and Birthday Musings

"Even the worst haircut, they say, grows out."

I had awful bad hair days lately because of a lot of things that had been usurping my time. Knowingly, if there's one race I constantly emerge as one sore loser, that would be against the elements of time. It's like, I want to do a lot of things that a lifetime is not enough to cover my agenda. Now I wouldn't know which queue of priorities I have to process.

I remember an sms that told me to "just slow down, put away the books and take things easy." He could never go wrong. Now I'm letting my hair down and it felt longer. (Please sing: "Sumusunod sa galaw mo" while reading this.)

Ah. The worst haircut has grown out.
I hope this does not sound blasphemous and please forgive me for ever saying this:

"I feel every inch beautiful now."
::goosebumps, goosebumps::

When one feels good about oneself, everything else shall follow. If only I could lend my eyes to everyone, you shall see how beauty radiates in every corner of my sight. If only I could share the tiny delights I pick up from every thing that I do, I would. And you'll see. Everything is just so fine and dandy.

Allow me with this right of self-indulgence. But please do not forget to poke me. I am but a dreaming beauty.

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What's not to love in a kind heart
That has unselfishly devoted infinite time and overflowing effort

What's not to love in a scolding finger
That doted nothing but the good that my future holds

What's not to love in a loving hand
That clipped my bangs and spanked my butt

What's not to love in a full-ammo mouth
That fired me words of bliss and grief

What's not to love in a watchful eye
That saw me at best and in my worst

What's not to love in a protective fist
That fences with bars and fights with might

What's not to love in a deteriorating wellness
That labors and toils still

What's not to love in menopausal syndromes
That irks and pisses me off at an annoying number of times

What's not to love in an aging mom
Who panics when her anti-aging cream runs out but celebrates her birthday anyway.

Antedated April 03
- A stubborn Aries celebrant : Happy 52nd Birthday Mamang!

Singing my heart out

Way Back Into Love
Hunk Hugh Grant & Gorgeous Drew Barrymore

I've been living with a shadow overhead
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed
I've been lonely for so long
Trapped in the past
I just can't seem to move on

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away
Just in case I ever need them again someday
I've been setting aside time
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind

All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
Oh oh oh

I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine
I've been searching but i just don't see the signs
I know that it's out there
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere

I've been looking for someone to shed some light
Not somebody just to get me through the night
I could use some direction
And I'm open to your suggestions

All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart again
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end

Oh oh oh

There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation

All I want to do is find a way back into love
I can't make it through without a way back into love
And if I open my heart to you
I'm hoping you'll show me what to do
And if you help me to start again
You know that I'll be there for you in the end

Oh oh oh

The OST of the movie Music and Lyrics is still spinning in my memory bank. Tsk. I can feel my heart go pitter-patter. Sigh, sigh, sigh. (Kathie and Moieee, you guys should listen to this. Sweet and innocent - sounding song. Really. Bet it's another gasgas entry in my playlist.)

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One more song-related blabber. Do you ever wonder who Amelia Earhart is in these lines?

"Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart
Who holds the stars up in the sky "

(Someday we'll know - Mandy Moore)

Well, I do. At first I thought she was just one of those much-publicized somebody that only the white people could relate to so I did not bother to play curious cat. But what do you know, I chanced upon this news item with her name on the headline (I thought, "hey that rings a bell" and started recalling the lines) and found out that she was supposed to be the first female pilot (I think "aviator" sounds more sassy) to circumnavigate the globe on her "World Flight" during the year 1937. Supposed to, because her remains and her plane called Lockheed Electra until now did not show traces of existence.

Wala lang. Just a Eureka! moment and thought of sharing. Picture this. Me saying, "I didn't know that!" hehe.

Oh, and it's an April Fool's day by the way. Do fool-ish hearts count? ::guffaws::

Touched

:wanting to seize this moment:

I just saw a little boy with his dad who probably is in his mid-30's and uh, the dad wiped those beads of sweat from the playful boy's forehead like he haven't wiped any other forehead before. Dad was wanting to grant li'l boy the luxury of playing computer games and he left a tight squeeze on li'l boy's shoulder with that "be-a-good-boy" look before walking away.

Lucky kiddo.
One day I know he'll be thankful to have one loving dad like his.