Weird Meal

I was home alone last night and thought of having pasta by using the jarred sauce, which my grandmother wanted me to consume 2 weeks ago, for dinner. While I waited for the pasta to cook, I tried opening the jar of the sauce but there was a problem... I couldn't open it, not even a bit. The jar was so vacuumed that I was tempted to break it or throw it out of the balcony. (as if I have the guts to do that knowing that I live on the 11th floor and within Makati CBD) I tried different methods* in opening it such as the candle, water hammer, static cling wrap, hot water and damp cloth; still no success. In the end, I just checked the fridge to see if there was any viand I could use, and the only thing available was Chicken Liver Adobo.

Since I was so hungry, I made use of what was found with a bit of balsamic vinegar, which is my favorite condiment. This was the result:

It doesn't look that appetizing but the taste wasn't so bad. Because of this dish, I came to the conclusion that I cook weird dishes whenever I'm hungry and alone at home.

*In case you don't know what I'm talking about, here's the link of the site: http://www.eyehandy.com/articles/10-ways-to-open-a-stubborn-jar-lid/

If I Was A Love Song

This morning, I dreamt about myself hanging out in a playground and there I saw Mr. Teddy singing and playing his guitar while walking around the place with his best friend. It's weird but the song he was singing happened to be my alarm tone, which I think was what triggered the dream to happen. Anyways, after seeing him, he went to where I was as he was continuing his song. I think I was trying to stay away from him so that I wouldn't distract him. Clumsy me, I accidentally tripped and ended up going down a spiral slide. Surprise in the dream, he followed me by going down the slide too! Then his song ended and I woke up.

It felt so weird yet I found it cute since the last time I had a happy dream about him was 2 years ago, which we were on a date in Ayala Triangle Gardens on a sunny day. (I can still remember the best part in it, actually.) I guess I really miss spending time with him or maybe something is telling me... Nah, I don't want to bring my hopes up on it. A weird dream is a dream, especially when it has something to do with romance since you can't control one's heart on who to love. I'm glad that I had a dream about him again though and best of all, it gave me a positive boost when I woke up.

Thank you for the (weird) happy dream, Mr. Teddy.

Bringing Up The Past

It has been months since the break up and just when I thought that issue with him was long gone already, some anonymous person suddenly brings it up on my Ask FM page. I just find it weird someone still has concerns about that since we broke up for almost a year and the guy has a new girlfriend now. So whoever was that anonymous person obviously hasn't moved on or probably wants to pick a fight with me.

Well, just like what my sister told me before "Haters are confused admirers."

To the anonymous person who is concerned about my past,

Here's a bridge...

Now get over it.

(I got the idea from Ryan Higa's FWP video by the way [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN2WzQzxuoA])

A Sunflower Story

An old story I wrote during my 1st year college days.

(http://www.whitegadget.com/pc-wallpapers/157815-sunflower.html)

There was a sunflower, a small cute one, all alone in a place where nobody went to. The sunflower felt lonely, unloved and uncared for. Then one day, a stranger came and sat by the lonely sunflower. The sunflower did not like the stranger at first but sooner or later, it started to like the stranger's company. The stranger started to visit the sunflower every day.

One day, the stranger decided to pick the sunflower from the ground; so he brought a cute pot, as cute as the sunflower, and a small shovel. He started digging in the area where the sunflower stood; he dug as deep as he could to avoid hurting the sunflower. The stranger managed to dig up the sunflower without any harm. He placed it in the cute pot he bought for it and took the cute sunflower home with him.

The sunflower soon found out that the stranger was lonely too. It then felt that they were both on the same boat. The stranger whispered to the sunflower with a smile, "I promise to take care of you."

As the days went by, the stranger took care of the sunflower by giving it Tender, Love and Care, the three basic things for a plant. Soon, the sunflower started to love the stranger for what he had been doing for it. As it grew in his care, the sunflower made an effort to make the stranger happy by looking cuter and more cheerful each day. This made the stranger very happy, and he loved it even more each day.

Months later, the stranger met new people; people whom he thought were interesting to spend time with. He then started going out more often than he stayed at home with the sunflower. Day by day, the sunflower felt neglected and soon started feeling weak. Later on the sunflower could no longer stay looking cute and cheerful for the stranger. Instead, it wilted, looking ugly and rotten as it could be. Yet, the sunflower endured the pain just for the sake of staying with him.

As the days passed by, the sunflower felt even more neglected. It could no longer stand how ugly and rotten it had become. At long last, the day came when the sunflower had completely wilted.

The stranger, who had been neglecting the sunflower, dug it from the pot and threw it out, along with the soil where he had kept it. The sunflower, barely alive, could no longer bear the pain and finally decided to die...

After all those months, the sunflower never felt happiness until it met the stranger; who loved it more than anything. All that remained from the dead sunflower was a sunflower seed. The sunflower, who lost all the strength to live, can only hope that the next one who picks up its sunflower seed will be caring, loving and gentle, like the stranger was when he still loved it.

Yearning

It's strange but I've been thinking about Honey and Clover these past days. There is this certain scene in the series that kept playing in my head over and over, which was a big bother to me until now. It's that scene when Rika was reminiscing the time she and Harada went to her hometown. For some reason I feel a yearning for someone to do the same thing Harada did to Rika.

For weeks, I've been feeling sad about something (or someone) and I can't really explain why or how I ended up feeling that way. It's annoying that I just want to cry and have someone hug me saying...

I skipped a line in this scene, by the way.

I guess I miss having someone I could cry on and tell all my problems to since I don't open up that often anymore. Earlier, I was listening to a song and suddenly started crying that I had to run to my room so that the maid wouldn't see me. For those few minutes, while the song was playing, I sobbed... Remembering the pain of losing something precious, which only lasted for 3 months because of a foolish thing I did.

Later on, my brother said to me, straight-forwardly "Dude, move on. It's over. You can't expect anything from nothing. I know it's hard and depressing but yeah, at some point, I have to say this straight out 'cause it's been too long." He does have a point that, indeed, it has been too long even Gerard agreed with what he said. Almost 2 years and I'm still not over him, that's why my brother said that straight to my face, even though those words hurt me, he's right. The guy is his best friend after all.

This is what I imagined when my brother said it straight to my face

What I'm feeling, right now, is the same as how Yamada felt when Nomiya was speaking out the truth about what she really wanted to happen between Mayama and Rika. Except, I do not wish for anything bad to happen to him with his future girlfriend. (whoever she may be)