Note on the Parking Lot

As I was walking back to my car earlier today, or I should say yesterday (coz I jsut realize that it's already 2:24 a.m.) I saw a note on the ground by the car next to mine. Out of curiosity, I picked it up and read it.

"Where the hell did you learn to park a car?" the note said. Huh? I looked at the way my car was parked and it fitted perfectly between the two white lines. So I thought it must not be for me. Even the car next to mine was parked good. Hmmm, must have been for a car parked earlier. I slipped the note in my pocket as I drove away from the lot.

It amazes me how one could actually take the time to scribble a note because they were so pissed off at how someone parked their car. I just think that it's a total waste of time. As I was trying to picture the scenario of a lady writing the note (by the way, the handwriting looked like a woman's handwriting, not that I am an expert), I realized how many angry people are out there, how unforgiving people can be and how we give little things so much importance that we don't even realize that they're already eating us up, our humanity. (Sigh.) Why can't people just let go and forgive other peoples little mistakes?

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Well, tomorrow's Sunday. It's Father's Day. Happy Father's Day Dad! Even if you're gone, I want you to know that I love you and I will always treasure you and the memories we shared.

Not Required

So, yeah, this is my first time to actually write and publish a blog. I've always wanted to do it but it's only now that I ran out of excuses. So here I am, typing away. I'm glad this isn't like a school project. I don't know why, for some reason, when something is required of you, it seems to take away the joy and fun of getting it done.

But if you choose to do something just because, it totally releases your spirit. It makes you feel like you're really doing something great no matter how small the project is.

Just like love, I guess. No one is required to love like no one is required to blog. We choose to love because we want to. Like starting this blog - I did it because I chose to. Because I want to. Just because. I do not need a reason why I am doing it. Just like I don't need a reason to love. I love because I chose to.

But the truth is, love has been elusive lately. I used to play hide and seek with love until I got tired looking so now I am just sitting and waiting for it. I don't look for it anymore, because it seems like the more I look the more it hides.

I'm done looking for love. Let love find me this time around.

Free on a Friday

It's Friday. I've been looking forward to this weekend only to realize that all I have is a stack of laundry and a bagful of quarters. No handsome date and not enough money to even catch a movie. I guess I just have to sit here all night, careful not to quickly down my last bottle of cheap table wine.

Maybe I should sip it slow while finding a lost soul like me in stupid chatrooms, so maybe we could at least "hang out" and have a Friday night "date." So when my coworkers ask me on Monday what did I do on the weekend, I can say "I had a date," and I can say it with a straight face knowing that I am not lying, albeit omitting the word "virtual."

It's another lonely Friday so far. This single life crap is getting boring. But I am not ready to give up my freedom just yet. At the moment, the beat of freedom may swing from rock to blues from time to time, but I still enjoy dancing to it no matter what.

Till next time.