HH

I had a dream last weekend. A dream that I wasn't able to remember until Tuesday this week. And I wasn't able to stop wondering.. and wondering.. and wondering.. :)

The dream flashes something similar to this.. 

...Two people holding hands.. Palms together, fingers clasped.. It turned out that the other hand was mine (that's what I remember!) and the other.. well.. I wasn't able to remember who owns the other hand.. Haha! Too bad! Who's he anyway? I do hope I'll have a Part2 of this dream so that... so that I can come after him! Nyahahahaha! (Imagine me saying this with a loud witchy-pitched voice wearing a foolish grin..Hehe..)

Kidding aside, I think I've been indulging myself lately on my usual dose of romantic notions.. Anything too much leads to something weird.. And yes, that's what I'm doing lately.. I remember myself doing a re-read of one my favorite Nora Robert's novels the night (or was it morning already?) before I got to sleep. And then comes the "HH" dream.. For those of you who are puzzled on the title of this entry.. there.. "HH" for holding hands.. So more or less, the book is the culprit.. Hahahaha! :) 

Well, who ever owns the other hand... Well, I can say that you are lucky to have to hold my hand! All right! I'm joking.. :) I have clammy, fat-fingered, rough hand! But.. Hah! Whatever! I'll say that he's lucky! Period.

And I do hope.. eventually.. it will be something like this.. Aww! 

Note: Photos came from Google Images.

You Made Me Live Again

I was down and out and feelin' so low
You took my hand and eased my mind
I was astray you showed me the way
And now I finally found my home in you

I still recall the times I've been through
Confused and I didn't know what to do
I almost gave up but you gave me hope
You've made me strong as the days went on
You made me live again

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To those of you who know, yes, exactly! The above lines are excerpts from the song "You Made Me Live Again". And I'll say "No." to those of you who'll ask me if I'm dedicating the song to SOMEONE. Well, I'll love to have one to dedicate it with though. But unfortunately it's just the plain song that we are going to discuss and will not be related to any mushy-mushy thought. Sorry for those that are following my LOVElife... I'm really sorry to disappoint you guys! Ha ha ha!

Well, it's actually a song that became memorable since last night. Hahaha! It's because I scored 100% in videoke! HA HA HA! Imagine me laughing with wide open mouth to the point that you can see my tonsils moving from left to right! Yah! That really made me happy and fulfilled! :) Up to this point, I really don't care of the viedoke's scoring system criteria, it's enough that I got a perfect score! Hahaha! Considering that I only limit my singing to the bathroom walls with the shampoo bottles and bar soaps as my audience. It made me feel like a singer.. really!

I can't recall the last time that I sung in front of the crowd.. Singing wasn 't my thing.. I mean I love singing but it's quite obvious that singing is not that fond of me...  It took some time before I sung in front of my officemates.. No, I wasn't like this when I'm still a kid. I remember myself singing while my aunt record my version of "Bituing Walang Ningning". I remember myself singing without considering the other people's impression or in that matter their sense of hearing. I started becoming conscious of my "voice" when I was in high school. Then I remember myself being shy singing in front of anybody and this time stretch until some time yesterday. Aside from being conscious of my voice perse, I feel like I do not have any courage since singing could damage my reputation. Hahahaha!

Well, I guess it's nice to be free and wild sometime! It's one of my biggest risk taking move for this year. :) I do hope that I can always be that "unconscious" little girl that I once was. :)

See you soon!

I miss you guys! See you soon! XOXO!

The Artist in Me: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Sorry, I've been out for a while. I've been busy these past few days cramming over "the transfer", dealing with several work issues and searching the net related to "the transfer" thing. I've wanted to write about all those emotions but it might be too long so I have reached for the crayons on my table (that I've snatched from Alex) and doodled something. I'm not that good in portrait drawing so I've decided to play around and here's the finished product.

Tadah! I'm calling this drawing "Crazy Little Thing Called Love". It's not a reflection of what I feel right now but it's the emotion that came up when I got once I'm done drawing the outline of her eyes. Hopeful. Giddy. And in love.

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love" by Melai 03032011