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I was sitting at my couch, half naked while staring at the cheap IKEA clock on the wall when my phone alarms in sync, “wakey wakey, it’s now 9:30 am”. A typical alarm message that happens to be my personal wake-up call. It seems like I had been sleeping with four-squared cushions in my couch as substitute for my bed. Wow, I hadn’t been sleeping in my real-loft for months.
Every other mornings, I’d start myself with the routine warm up, stretching shoulder, middle back, arms, hands, fingers, wrist. The simple exercise that I can recommend is where you put the hands on your hips and gently twist your torso at your waist until the stretch is felt. After a few twenty minutes of stretch with Amy Winehouse “You Know I’m No Good” in the background, I opened my fridge and had 3 glugs of water. As I looked out of the the tiny kitchen window, in the direction of someone’s flat, a considerably short distant building, I saw a man staring towards me, and forgot I was still half-naked. I wondered if he watches me everyday when I wake up, I’d never know. I couldn’t help myself so I waived my hands. I saw him moving away from the window, so which means, he saw me.
I was a bit shocked and horrified by the thought that other people had seen me standing half-naked like that but by the time I had walked around my room picking up the clothes I had thrown off the floor, it was already too late. So I pullled myself up and instantly looked back if the person was still looking, pretty much, the blinds had already been shut down.
Thing is, my small window where I blog is partially naked for the sun to penetrate brightly through the tiny bamboo bead curtains so then it appears people can actually see me from other buildings. What if they have satellite cameras? Well I don’t think this is the right way to start if one day I’m indulging myself inappropriately with someone online, then that would really be so embarrassing. I wouldn’t mind tho, depends on who’s really watching, I’d be very generous.
Moving on.
When I am alone, sometimes I feel I am surrounded with all these life’s drama. I suddenly find solace in my quiet moments, playing soft music, unplugged my phones and my time is my own to ponder things bigger than I could imagine. My life is pretty much nostalgic. I go to work, sit at a computer and deal with emails and with my boss. Then I come home, eat some dinner, watch a little television, read blogs, what-have-you, nothing’s happened very exciting.
My thoughts began in synced with the tick of the clock. I asked again, Is someone watching me? It ponders me sometimes that when I’m up to this level of feeling somewhat dreadful, I think of the times that someone is really watching me. If not the peeper out there, then who could it be? The ONLY person I answer to when it’s all said and done is the guy Up There.
Is He the one watching me? If He is everywhere, I supposed that He can pretty much see what I am doing. He may not have a gadget to see me thru those windows but I feel that He could also be in my shirt, in the aroma of my coffee, yet I may never know. Some people say, probably. Well I try to believe they are true.
One evening, as I was standing to light over my stove to prepare for a coffee, I heard a soft movement behind me followed by a clear statement, “I’ve got my eyes on you” I froze. Right there in front of the stove, He was telling me He was watching me. For a moment there, I realized that His voice sounded like a voice I knew. It was my late Father. Suddenly, I missed him. It’s been weeks now that I hadn’t been to church due to my working shifts - I work during Sundays and that sucks me to the bones.
I think I need a time to reflect for myself. I remember the days when I was young, our parents would tell us before going to bed, “Did you make a sign of a cross? Did you say your prayer”? It reminds me that maybe I have forgotten Him for a while, that I had never really thought that He watches me all the time and didn’t take noticed.
So, I’m going to try to live my life with the thought that ’someone really is watching me’. When He watches me I want Him to see joy and kindness and enthusiasm and a spirit willing to help others. I want to be a good friend, a loving son and a brother. When He glances my way, I want Him to put a check-mark under the “Reflection” category on my posts.
And so glad that I did remember writing this.
Album: Back To Black | Song: You Know I’m No Good
Artist: Amy Winehouse - Her debut album, Frank was nominated for the Mercury Music Prize. In 2006, she released her second album, Back To Black. She won a Brit award for Best British Female Solo Artist.Read More.
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K lives in Hong Kong, who loves music, homes & architectures, movie trailers and all things . My life in this city project a lot of things - it’s all about the taxis, the billboards, the sidewalks, the cinemas, the zebra lines, the lights, the cars, the sounds, the people, the skyscrapers and the shopping malls.
sometimes, it’s better to convince ourselves that nobody’s watching. (with the exception of course of the intangible Being up there) =)
Belle, dai ko tabi isi. Pan-o man na dai ka maheling eh ang mga kataraning na building magkadikit masyado so close that you can even throw a stone sa bintana. Kaso, I was just wondering ano daw ang naheling saco ta baco man dacula ang braso ko, baco man katakam takam ang muscles ko, hahaha pero inda na sana kung magtuwad tuwad ako budang ipaheling ko ang “kuton” kan sacong lubot, tibaad mag apod nin pulis at e-aresto na lang ako nin indecency. Herak ko man.
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Masel, ikaw talaga kung ano ano ang nasa isip mo pero mas exciting ata yung di mo nalalaman na may nakatingin pala. Baka yung tao na yun na arouse sa half-naked body ko? Bwahahaha, I wanna know how he thinks of my tiny biceps o baka naman you think the other way around, that the person thinks ako yung naninilip? Aba, ibang usapan na yan, (sabay, sara ng bintana). Ano kaya ang masasabi ni Soy dito?
… or your “dance moves”.
I should move next door to you and get myself some binoculars. No fun here coz my neighbor’s too fat.
Kofi, isa ka pa, hahaha wala nga akong ipapakita. Baka na turned off nga dahil binaba yung window-shields. What is most scary is when peepers gains access to your most private spaces, such as your bedroom or the bathroom at home! I wouldn’t mind tho but nowadays technology makes it easier to invade privacy like the use of mobile phones equipped with imaging devices are now prohibited in most public places like gym, spas and office loo. Since we do not know how and when a stalker attacks, you never know, if one day nasa YOUTUBE ka na pala.
But in most cases not everyone are popular because of looks. Well If we only have to think about why some people we know are popular, it may be that they are always cheerful. Or maybe they always know how to avoid offending people. Maybe they just make people feel good when they are around. These qualities can almost guarantee someone that they too, if have these can be popular. See, if you want to be popular, then be happy, honest, positive, and try to make people feel happy when they are around you.
I do have to admit when I read someone’s blog, I don’t care what they look like, their profession or education level, but if it’s fun and upbeat, then I would go back and often leave comments, such as your blog. Life is hard enough as is, you don’t want to read stuff that is so dramatic and negative all the time, some would write as if the world revolves around ‘me, myself, and I’, this type of blog I don’t normally go back and read, it’s too depressing, wouldn’t you agree.
Ginger, well to each his own. But I can only speak for myself, and one of the things that frustrates me about many blogs is that they lack much in the way of information about the author. You can put anything there that best describes you so I think there are a number of advantages of the “About Me” in your blog. I know some bloggers prefer to write in a more anonymity of style, but I’m a heart guy. I like people. I like a bit of personality and emotion. It can really help create a more personal connection with your readers. Sure not everyone is like me but I suspect if you put something in your “About Page”, plenty of your readers will appreciate a little more information on the person they’re reading.
As for your blog, I know you prefer privacy there. It’s common sense really but its worth saying. Some of us have boundaries around privacy and I respect that. If your blog is an Anony and I find it worth reading, I’ll stick to them.
Ron, knowing that it’s your bday pala, tamang tama - you deserved that blogger of the minute. I think that He up there really watches us. He probably uses the same surveillance system that Santa Claus uses. If I am being nasty, and because he is the MAN OF ALL KNOWINGS, I’m sure he knew that I was faking having sex with someone online. hahaha.
As for someone watching over us, I guess that’s true. I sometimes feel Someone is watching over me … and whenever I feel it, I say a prayer or two.
Aha! Now, I know that you’re only faking your ahh & ohh online hahaha
I thought, guys as clumsy as they are (ahem,wag mo akong batukan!lol) does not really care much if someone is watching them (half or full,naked or not,lol) I know the feelings of nasilipan,feeling nababastos ba.It’s overwhelming eerie kind of feelings lalo na kung hindi mo kilala ang sumisilip.If we know the peeper,that’s another story! Di bale kung cute okey lang hahaha
I sometimes do crazy things whenever I’m alone. but I forgot that there is really someone who looking at us: Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent.
Thanks for reminding me K.
PS.
thanks for the awesome comment back there on my blog. I really appreciate it very much.. hindi na lang ako masyado ngreply ng tigigisa sa lahat ng comments dun to lessen the tension building up.. lalo na ngayon hahaha.
Cheh, not necessarily everyone naman, I’m shy to show my meat hahaha but I would if someone dare to ask, why not? Asa ka pa.
Blue, I hope one day I’d be able to talk to a ghost. Well I believe on the “third eye” thingie, and I think I had these sudden premonition of such event, it’s scary to think that there is ghost inside my flat. I hope I can talk to them and know what they want. *goosebumps*.
Leaving my footprints here… have a great week ahead K.
Baging sober and sonorous ang theme mo ngonian ah, baging napa pormal pati ako. hehe.
Sensya na ta gapalla ballaw-basaw ako dindi sa solar mo.
I was a student and only worked part-time, and my 2 male bosses, had several binoculars that they kept in the office, I figure they had been doing this for quiet sometimes, our office was on the 3rd floor, and if you ever look up, you’d find a whole bunch of us standing with the binoculars, and we’d see as far as the (former) world trade center, strange things that people would do for entertainment.
to be honest, i dont like that idea of hearing voices … even if it’s a loved one who passed away, i still find it creepy! takot ako eh!
Gerry, baging eu ngani baga. Tibaad na homesick man sana ako, igwa bagang oras na minsan dai mo ma-explain kung ngata. Asin magtaram ka lamang….. (fill in the blanks).
Ginger, and maybe you know what happened to Winona Ryder, she was caught stealing clothes and left the shop without knowing someone was watching her thru a surveillance. Rumors has it that she was suffering from that urge of stealing something. Technology is so amazing that it can make things easier and better. However, I heard this joke, this maybe true, about a man who ordered Pizza on the phone. He was asked for his ID, credit card number, address, and his age etc etc. Even before he was asked what to order, the staff already knew what he wants and since he was suffering from diabetes, they refused to give him the Pepsi. See the man was shocked by this. They know everything about all his whereabouts. Then after they settled everything out, the Pizza staff declined to take his credit card because there was nothing left in it so he was advised that he should pay by cash and order the Pizza in the counter.
Grace, if you look into your room, open your wardrobe there in your left, you’ll see a small figurine. Of course it’s not yours. I believe someone left it there before. And for some strange reason, the previous renter of your flat has actually died inside those wardrobes. She’s seemed to be really sad and still roaming in your flat at midnight. If you hear a creaking sound near the kitchen, she’s probably getting something from your fridge. RUN and look for THOMAS now…. LOL.