Jetstream: When Time Stands Still

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I have always believed that when two people who are in love with each other first kiss, time would stand still for them. I think it’s because of the wonder of the moment --- that moment when you finally get a taste of what it feels like to love and be loved in return --- all enveloped in one sweet kiss. You don’t know if you’ve kissed for a second, a minute or an hour. It doesn’t matter to you because in any case, you still end up forgetting to breathe...but you know you’re still alive --- you can feel your heart beating rapidly, trying to win a losing race.

At that moment when time stands still, you realize that you wouldn’t mind kissing the same person for the long run. You realize that you would do anything and everything to get kissed that way and to feel that way again and again.

I was afraid that time standing still was a myth --- something that romance novels describe but no one in reality has ever felt. I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to experience that phenomenon…but to my surprise, I did. In that one kiss, I knew I have found something and someone very special. 

I am blessed.

Weirdstream: Noel

Just like any other place, our subdivision also has its own "town crazy." His name is Noel. Ever since I could remember, I would see him walking around as if he was going some place but he was really going nowhere. I guess he just loves to walk. I would know that he was around our block because I'd hear a loud cackling sound --- like that of a turkey --- that would echo far and wide. It was his laughter. Noel would laugh to himself. Everybody just basically left him alone --- he seemed the harmless type anyway.

One night, my sisters and I got home from a late night bonding and girl talk session over cakes and coffee. I was telling them that I would actually miss Noel. I saw that he was getting on in age --- rail thin and a full crop of white hair on his head. I was wondering out loud if he would still roam the streets after he passes on someday.

After I parked the car and we were all getting inside the house, my sisters freaked out. Noel was standing by our gate, just watching all the commotion. I decidedly ignored him and continued on my business. When I got inside the house, my sister asked me: "Was he there all along?" 

"No, I saw him come our way and he stopped by the gate when he saw us. I think he was just trying to see what the commotion was all about." I said.

"But I didn't see him! Is he still there?"

We all peeked through the widows. Yep, he was still there. My sisters turned off all the lights. I felt like we were some covert operators, hiding from an alien "predator."

My sisters were pretty freaked out. "What the heck is he doing there?" one of them whispered in the dark. I shrugged. "He's just watching us."

"I'm getting outta here!" someone whispered. Two of my sisters slunk up the stairs in the dark. I think one of them even crawled up on all fours --- I wasn't too sure because it was dark. I was left downstairs with one other sister.

"I'm afraid to go up!" she whispered to me in panic. "Just walk up as if nothing's wrong and just ignore him...he'll go away." I said. To prove my point I did exactly as I said and safely made it up the stairs to the rooms. My sister followed. 

In the room, one of my sisters quipped:

"So Jet, what were you saying about missing him?"

I left the room with a totally different perspective. 

Jetstream: Slowly but Surely Does the Trick

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One of Aesop's fables that I could not forget is that of the story of the thirsty raven. It has stuck to my consciousness through time because somehow, it was a story that inspired me.

This was how the story went:

Once upon a time, there was a thirsty raven. It went around, searching for water. Finally, the raven spotted some water inside a tall pitcher. Much as it tried to get it's beak in to drink the water, the raven could not reach it. The crafty raven looked around and spotted pebbles all over the place. One by one, the raven picked up the pebbles and dropped them into the pitcher. Slowly, but surely, as the pitcher filled with pebbles, so did the water level go up. Finally, there were enough pebbles in the pitcher and the water rose high enough for the raven to reach it and drink.

There are two "morals" to the story: one is "necessity is the mother of invention" and the other, my personal mantra, "slowly but surely does the trick."

In a fast-paced world where everything is done in a rush, sometimes we forget that the more we slow down, the more thorough we become. Instead of fast food, a slow-cooked, filling meal is always better --- more appreciated and more worth it. This is why more often than not, the best meals are the ones made by those you love --- your mother who slaved at the kitchen the whole day or the favorite aunt who can cook the best pies and desserts around. Go to a restaurant serving the same dishes and the feelings evoked are never the same.

Another example is --- surprise, surprise --- this blog. I have several posts already but only a handful (not even "full" --- more like half a handful) of readers. But this doesn't stop me from posting and sharing my thoughts. Someday, I hope to get to the point when I'd have to give away stuff to "loyal" readers and followers...to cater to requests for things to write about...to get paid for writing! I look forward to that...but right now...slowly but surely, I am putting my thoughts out for anyone interested to read.

...and I do hope, dear reader, you are one of them!

Weirdstream: Who was Watching TV?

At around 1:30 in the morning, as I was leaving my sisters' room, I suddenly got hungry. When I left their room to get something to eat, I heard the loud blaring of what seemed to be the television. I thought the sound was coming from upstairs, from my brother's room. I remember thinking: "Wow. Tobie (my brother) has his TV volume up super loud!"

As I was on the stairs' landing, I realized that the blaring sound was coming from the dining room's television. I started wondering: who would want to watch TV so late at night...with all the lights off...and the TV volume up so loud, that I was afraid it was disturbing the neighbors' sleep. When I got downstairs, I saw that there was NO ONE at the dining area. The TV was on and no one was watching.


I told my sisters about it over coffee the other night and they had an explanation for that weird event. Our TV at the dining area is already old. They said that the on/off switch was "unstable" already that it really had the tendency to go on and off on its own. I decided to leave it at that.

I was just glad that at least the TV wasn't unplugged! 

Jetstream: This Christmas

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Two Christmases ago, I was at work. I had a choice between staying in the office on Christmas Day or on New Year's Eve. I sacrificed my new year once and I was never, ever doing it again. And so I chose to sacrifice my Christmas.

Spending the holidays inside the office is always a lonely event. It's difficult to feel the Christmas cheer when you're in a dreary, quiet place (everyone else had the good sense to file a leave a month or two in advance!). While everyone else is celebrating and spending time with those most important to them, I was at work staring at my computer, counting the hours till it was time to leave. On the eve of Christmas, I would get a call from my sisters who would tell me what they were doing and eating at the moment...I was just having instant coffee from the pantry. New year's eve was even worse. I'll post a blog on that soon.

Anyway, I'm glad that now, I got the chance to spend the holidays with those whom I consider more important than my paycheck. 


My Christmas for this year was merry indeed. I hope that yours was as well.

From Lurker to Blogger

I have a confession to make: I love reading different kinds of blogs. Lifestyle blogs, paranormal stories blogs, nail art blogs, dog care blogs...name it, I've probably read it. The thing is, I only read. I don't post comments or opinions. The only way you'll know that I've been to your blog is when you see there's one more number added to your "number of views" counter.

I am a self-confessed blog lurker.

So, why finally show myself to the blogging world?

I've always wanted to set up my own blogging site but one thought always comes to mind:

What do I blog about?

I've noticed that most blogs have certain themes (as I've listed above). I don't think I have a theme. Maybe a combination of all those themes?

Another confession I have to make: I'm not really a stranger to blogging. I've blogged for family members outside of the country to let them know what's happening on my side of the planet. I have quite a number of blogs posted in my Multiply site with only about three or four people reading them! Maybe those same people will be the only ones reading blogs on this site too. But then again, maybe --- just maybe --- you'll also find my words interesting.

I will be posting some of my old blogs here and to make them more current, I will give a short explanation on why I wrote them and what I was thinking of at that time. I don't know how personal I can get with blogs (that anybody on the whole wide world can read) so I hope you won't mind if I leave out some information that can and may be used against me.

I also know that I will be subjecting myself to public scrutiny. This is one other reason why I've hesitated to write publicly. Will I be able to take criticisms and harsh feedback? Erm. Only constructive criticisms, please! I'm of fragile mind and disposition! ;-)

So here goes! Welcome to my blog spot: Jet's Stream! Sit back...relax...and enjoy the read.