ChaRmed..

COUNTDOWN TO THE nEW mOON
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@ Ascend Super Club, Bonifacio High street..
Oct. 30,2009.

Halloween.. the evening of October 31st, the eve of All Saints' Day; All Hallows Eve: observed especially by children in costumes who solicit treats, often by threatening minor pranks. But in modern times, one doesn't have to be a kid to wear a scary mask or a fluffy (maybe slutty) costume on to party. Also a day more commonly known for witches, vampires, mean looking pumpkins, and a variety of monstrous creatures.

Speaking of witches. for three years going.. It has been my tradition to watch the series: Charmed, every Halloween. It's a tv show way way back. About 3 sisters who, apparently are witches. Started back in the 90's which ended with 8 seasons. Story goes like how the sisters shuffle their life of magic and battle against demons with maintaining their normal lives. Pretty awesome really. That goes for Alyssa Milano too, who plays the youngest sister: Phoebe.

This Halloween, I was counting on a beach party. But no thanks to my a-wol party pals who mostly went abroad for spring break and some just busy of sorts.. Had to improvise. Guess (as seen above) will do. Really looking forward to having an awesome time before classes resume.

Improvise..

When faced with an unexpected debacle.. A pop quiz, last minute speech or presentation.. Meeting a rival, enemy or having an awkward moment with a person on the road. Unlike some people who walk away nor the people who would spend a whole lot of time thinking what to do.. I usually improvise. A spur of the moment act without previous preparation or acting upon extemporaneously.

But when you say improvise, it’s been more of a work ethic for me than an only on the spot thing. Give high school for example, had smooth sailing. Never really remember a time when I studied or prepared for an exam, presentation & project days before the due date. Challenging but fun. I had a different sense of high every time I would do projects just hours before passing it, then ending up with a higher grade than my classmates who took their time. It was quite fulfilling.

That improvise attitude made me a laid-back, happy go lucky, sort-of rebel, kind of person growing up. The peak of my rebelliousness was junior & senior year, quite memorable. I would usually talk back & defy my teachers, especially in math. I would talk negatively about his activities, openly talk back in front of the class, & every time he would make me miss an exam: I would just draw, talk with my seatmates & make a ruckus while everyone is taking the exam. Bottom line: after all of that, got away with it. With the teach giving me quite a grade and passing the subject.

Last year of high school was fun. Senior year, I had loads of tardy days. I would usually make quite an entrance during the middle of class, late. When late during morning assembly, the prefect would usually make us run or doing some stuff out on the public: like sprints, jumping rope, etc. What a fun-filled experience to end high school. Lawless like an outlaw.

Usually I got away with all of it with the teachers & prefects because I cultivated my ability to be a smooth talker (As my English teach said, I am a good bluffer) I am able to IMPROVISE a good excuse, explaining myself quite spectacularly, bluffing myself out of the situation.

Years later, improvising is still a thing. Got me out of some tangled situations. When meeting people on the road, dating..(rejection is not quite accepted by most of ‘em) so bluffed myself out before things got icky.

Stuck? So Improvise.

Give Love a Try..

“Three words, eight letters, say it and I am yours.” Everyone has their own definition, in every sense of the word. For me: “Let’s just forget thinking and follow our hearts. “

The first time I indulged myself in agreeing to a date with a girl crushing on me was in 5^th grade. I remember the innocence and reluctance in the air. Lunch dates, just kids hanging out. The only girl I was really into back then was this cute girl who has an amazing voice & a great singer. Because I enjoyed our friendship so much that I didn’t want to mess it up, I didn’t mention anything about how I feel. Unfortunately for high school I had to transfer, so we part ways.

In high school, nobody really came closer to my heart than her. But there were a few who came knocking. One though was almost there, she was also a singer. (What’s up with me & musicians?) Clip notes version: We connected through music. We played & sung a few duets. Maybe was a little into each other. But guy was a clueless jerk, so girl moved on. In the end, they just became friends with a bit of awkwardness. Then the rest of high school was just a couple of dates with nobody special.

Years after grade school, I accidentally ran into my childhood sweetheart in an ice cream shop my friends & I hangout. We we’re both like “Whoa. Hey.” Then a warm embrace. It’s like as if we never parted. Emotions I thought long forgotten, returned that very moment.

Ever since I saw her then, I couldn’t get this song out of my head:

“You, like driving on a Sunday..

You, like taking off on Monday..

You..

You’re like a dream, dream come true..

I.. just a face you never notice.

And I.. just trying to be honest with myself.

With you..

With the world.

You might think that I am a fool for falling over you.

So tell me what can I do to prove to you that it’s not so hard to do.

Give love a try, one more time..

Cause you know that I’m on your side.

Give love a try, one more time..”

Then I just got all mopey when I saw her shout out, pics & status, that she already got a boyfriend.. I should have known. Someone as special as her, of course. Now I know she had moved on, guess about time I should too. But she'll always have a special place here in my heart.

Now back to regular dating, nothing special.. Hoping to meet a great person waiting out there, taking a break from friends with benefit..