I would have been there

I am still amazed and thankful (really really thankful)..

Maybe alot of you have already heard about the mall bombing (Glorietta) yesterday. Well i should have been one of those victims but im thankful because God has guided me throughout the whole day.

Early morning i was asked by my sister to buy something for her at the mall and she said that i should go during lunchtime.. I was actually planning to go after lunch but for some reason i couldnt go back to sleep and my mind kept telling me that i should just go there as soon as the mall opens so i could go straight back home afterwards. And so i did.

I was there early, bought whatever i needed to buy and after that since i wanted to at least enjoy my stay at the mall for awhile i thought of passing by this book sale near one of the doorways of the mall but then i decided not to go there instead i went to the other book sale at the other end of the mall. After an hour of browsing through books (i got to buy one by the way heheh). I decided to go home. At that time i felt it was better if i just take the bus.

I left every valuable thing i have at home cuz i was going to take public transportation because my dad refused to go with me there. So no mobile and no time.

I was back home around 12 (lunchtime) safe and sound but tired because i walked (another story, anyway).. That afternoon when my sister got in from work she told me that the mall exploded (well a part of the mall) and alot of people were injured and there were dead people.

We watched the news and i was in tears when i saw that the places that i would have gone to were the exact place that got bombed. (the book sale and the exit way through the other transportation option instead of the bus). And it exploded an hour after i was safe at home (1 pm)

The damage was really big, and some of the people who parked their cars cant even get their cars, so there is a reason why my dad didnt feel like going with me that day. There was a reason why i felt that i should just take the bus, why i couldnt go back to sleep and decided to go earlier, and why i should just go to that other book sale.

I would have been there, but im here sharing to whoever gets to read this that God really protects and guides us every single day. And i have nobody else to thank that for but Him.

There is always a reason for everything..

Im still overwhelmed, happy, thankful, sad (for the people who got hurt) and angry (to those who did that).


*sigh*

of dreams and weird feelings

Have you ever had dreams that feel like its happening for real while you're sleeping? Its weird right? and its even weirder that i only get those "happening-dreams" when i dream about this certain person (well there are two of them now and lets just hide them with the names cobs and buddy).

Its not that type of dream where everything is magical and fairy-tale like, its just like a normal dream, normal life situations, normal arguments and conversations like in real-life.

Ive had my very first "happening-dream" when i was in highschool (junior year if im not mistaken). It was a dream about "cobs" like im talking to him.. i guess it went pretty normal at first but then when he started to hold my hand i really felt it.. This guy has a rough hand (in real life) so when he touches you, you can really feel it. So i woke up and i could still feel his rough skin on mine. At that time i guess i had that about 3 times (but not all the time).

After seven years of not having them, it turns up again. and now, its about "buddy", different situation, different characters. In that dream i gave him a hug and he's wearing a coat so it has this texture and i felt it against my cheek, so i woke up and i can still feel it.. I had to run my hands over my pillow cases and my blanket cuz i was thinking that maybe i rubbed my cheek on its fabric, but the fabric that i felt was very different from the ones i had on my sheets.

Its weird, and it always makes me wonder about it once i get up.. i dont know if those have meanings or maybe i was just too tired or im subconsciously thinking about them, or my dream world is getting mixed up with my real world..

Im not scared at all, it just makes me wonder why.. why them.. why it feels so real... why it happens to me and not to anyone else i know of (like among all my friends and relatives, im the only one getting such dreams)..

Im not a psychic and im definitely not a junkie..

Zzzzzzzz...

Things you learn while procrastinating Part one

Hmmm.. I am a self-confessed procrastinator, and i know for a fact that it’s a really bad habit but believe it or not I learn a lot of life lessons from it (well aside from the fact that it increases stress to the highest level when deadlines are nearing).

Anyway on with the story, I am proud to be a Filipina, I really am, but sometimes it comes to that point where I can't be so proud of the country itself especially when a foreigner comes and asks me if its nice here, I would more often than not say "yea... some parts of it" and I feel awful every time.

So one rainy day, I woke up feeling very "procrastinate-y" and I switched my computer on and started tip-tapping my whole day through the internet pretending to do something important while my project is slumped right next to me.. Finally I got bored googling for nothing at all and I remembered I have this newly downloaded messenger which I have yet to figure out how to use (and that’s none other than Skype). I learned how to use it in about 15 mins. and soon after I found myself loving every bit of it. It has this feature that tells you where the person is from (country and time) and it got me so interested because I have always been fascinated with different cultures and languages.

After awhile here comes a message from an Indian guy. Not that I’m a racist or anything it’s just that I never really had a conversation with them for more than just Hi’s and hello’s (I guess its based on my not so good experiences). So seeing that he’s from India I was really tempted to just say Hi and click the X mark, but he went with a good start and since I was still feeling procrastinate-y I took the chance.

I was surprised that the conversation actually went past hi’s and hello’s and he’s far from freaking me out at all. To make the already long story short, I asked him if it’s nice there in India and he was just so proud to tell me that it’s a nice place. He asked me the same thing and I once again said that “uhmm yea some parts” reply to which he said “You should be proud of your country” BAM! Like I was hit real hard on the face.. And he went on and said that I should start talking to a lot of Indians to learn patriotism because they are all very proud of their country….

I felt so bad afterwards, like I wanted to sink into my seat, it was a good thing that I wasn’t talking to him face to face cuz I would have turned red of embarrassment. But to my defense I’d have to say that I do love my country, maybe it’s just the authorities and some irresponsible people I’m ashamed of. I know we’ve got a lot to offer and I know that Filipinos are great in every way.. If only certain things wouldn’t have happened..

Anyway, to the Indian guy: I’d have to say I look up to you and your love for your country. I don’t regret taking that chance, maybe someday ill bump into you again.

Makes me think, maybe procrastinating isn’t a bad habit after all…