Mind Speak by aerol | English, baby! Blogs

Summer on Boracay (Can you feel the heat?)

aerol — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 12:21:41 GMT

Summer on Boracay (Can you feel the heat?)

It was a hot weather last night so I decided to sleep outside my room and sleep in the terrace and when I woke up this morning I felt the sun light in my skin and it was so hot already then I remember that it was only a month before summer that’s why In this blog I want to share some of my happiest summer, Before you read this I believed that you’ve seen the “BORACAY BEACH” so you can visualized what I’m talking about… Hehe, With its white sand beach, balmy weather, and warm, crystalline waters it’s like a hypnotic magnet. In this tiny, butterfly-shaped island at the north western tip of Panay in Western Visayas, Philippines Days can be spent simply lazing on the beach while nights are for indulging in the tropical party lifestyle. The best part of the island is the White Beach hailed as the “finest beach in the world.” The surrounding water is shallow and the sand is finer and brighter than most beaches in the archipelago. White Beach is so, soooo fine! it feels like treading on miles of baby powder! There is an undeniably easy atmosphere in the island, where walking barefoot is the rule. Even swinging discos have the beach for a floor, giving dance a new twist. During the day, tourist are having a sooth conversation under the shade of a coconut tree beside the shore line, it is a common sight. And from dusk to dawn, Boracay turns into one big party place where everyone is welcome to join in. There are also plenty to do other than beach bumming and party hopping. For the adventure-driven, there is ""Mambo Number 5" a little bit of boating and wind surfing, a little bit of scuba diving, a little bit of trekking, a little bit of mountain biking, and a little bit of golf. But I’ve never tried all that, I’ve just seen it there because me and my cousin’s only got 2 nights and 3 days there and we have no budget for doing things like that, we just went there to see the place! Hahaha…Thanks!

"The Exorcist"

aerol — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 18:47:22 GMT

"The Exorcist"

This is by far the scariest movie I have ever watched. I have gotten quite a few e-mails from fans that say they laughed at "The Exorcist". Laughed???? Not me, because I kind a believe in all that stuff. This is not to say that I am a religious freak, because I am far from that, but rather that I do believe in an ultimate evil. My first memories of "The Exorcist" came the first time my parents left me home while on vacation. First off, I lived in a very creepy house Second, like I said earlier I really believe in this. It was late at night and I saw that "The Exorcist" was on HBO, so I decided to watch it. BIG MISTAKE!!! (well not really, but that night I thought so) After the movie was over I went through the house turning on every light and doing my best Father Karras imitation, hoping to cast out any evil spirits that were there. As you can imagine, I didn't sleep a wink that night. It was kind a of exciting to be that damn scared. Now, that's what I love to see in a movie. One that's so good that you start to believe in it. I must say I did start attending church every Thursday & Sunday over the next couple of weeks, well at least to the message began to bore me. I didn't much care for "Exorcist II", but really enjoyed part III. I would definitely put it in my list of Top 50 horror film. The fourth installment is now in production, actually a prequel to "The Exorcist" about Father Merrin's first encounter with the demons of Hell. Again, anything that you can add to this page, please e-mail. The film begins in Iraq where we are introduced to Father Merrin. While on a archaeological dig, he feels the call of battle. It seems the dark lord wants a rematch (see "Exorcist II: The Heretic" for more info on their past encounters). But where will this battle take place??? Little Regan seems to have a new friend, Captain Howdy (aka "Satan's Minions") and he doesn't want to play nice. Strange things are a mist at the McNeil household. After a battery of very painful test and being labeled a complete lunatic, they realize that Regan isn't quite herself. When all else fails turn to the church, right??? That when a priest who at the time is questioning his own faith, is called in to do battle with the demons of Hell. He is joined later by Father Merrin, a seasoned pro when it comes to sparring with Beelzebub. Holy water and green puke fly from every imaginable angle as this battle of good and evil rages. In the end who is the real winner? A great movie that makes us all question our faithful or faithless lives. Great effects (legendary green puke, spinning head, etc). The score is outstanding. One of the best ever. Overall, one of the most complete and entrancing horror films to all time...

“Letting Go” A night to remember (part 3)

aerol — Mon, 16 Feb 2009 12:22:23 GMT

“Letting Go” A night to remember (part 3)

(Finally, it’s done! This is the 3^rd and last part of this story, But before I we start to read this I would like to thank all the suggestions and idea that has been contributed to finish this story and the inspiration that has been given to me by my friends, I also want to dedicate this as a gift or a birthday present to my e.baby friend who always read my blog… Happy Birthday Jamila, Thank you and I hope all of you enjoy this! )

I read what was written in the paper and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself, thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella. They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella. The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit. A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly. "Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Aerol." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Aerol. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid. As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?" She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses. No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met... A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father. "We are so glad you came, Aerol. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her." I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo. "But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday." "That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father. "But..." I couldn't find the words to say. "She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are. Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive. After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me she went everyday. Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "you taught me how to care; u taught me how to be kind; you showed me how to like someone; you showed me how to love; but there’s one thing you didn’t teach me & it hurts more you didn’t teach me how to let go. I LOVE YOU" I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her phone again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again, felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message. "Let go of the hand of the person you love, but don’t let go of God's hand. for if you hold to his hand. He may be holding the person you love and the other hand to let you hold each other again." "I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church. THE END…

Beauty or Brain?

aerol — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 15:03:43 GMT

Beauty or Brain?

A blonde was visiting Washington, DC for the first time. She wanted to see the Capitol building. Unfortunately, she couldn't find it, so she asked a police officer for directions. "Excuse me, officer, how do I get to the Capitol building?" The officer replied, "Wait here at this bus stop for the number 54 bus. It'll take you right there." She thanked the officer and he drives off. Three hours later the police officer returned to the same area and, sure enough, the blonde is still waiting at the same bus stop. The officer got out of his car and said, "Excuse me, but to get to the Capitol building, I said to wait here for the number 54 bus. That was three hours ago. Why are you still waiting?" The blonde replied, "Don't worry, officer, it won't be long now. The 45th bus just went by"... Hahaha

Good Intentions, Bad Results

aerol — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 23:48:36 GMT

Good Intentions, Bad Results

A man worked in a post office. His job was to process all mail that had illegible addresses. One day a letter came to his desk, addressed in shaky handwriting to God. He thought, "I better open this one and see what it's all about." So he opened it and it read: "Dear God, I am a 83 year old widow living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had a hundred dollars in it which was all the money I had until my next pension check." "Next Sunday is Mother's Day, and I had invited my last two friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with." "I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?" The postal worker was touched, and went around showing the letter to all the others. Each of them dug into his wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected 96 dollars, which they put into an envelope and sent over to her. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of the nice thing they had done. Mother's Day came and went, and a few days later came another letter from the old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read, "Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?" "Because of your generosity, I was able to fix a lovely dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day, and I told my friends of your wonderful gift." "By the way, there was 4 dollars missing. It was no doubt those thieving bastards at the post office!!!! Hahaha,Hahaha,Hahaha….

Sorry for the inconvenience

aerol — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 10:07:30 GMT

Sorry for the inconvenience

For you who reads this, I apologized for not yet finishing the 3 part story blog (A night to remember), Beacuse i still don't know what or how it should end! I want it to have a nice ending or should i say a classic ending just like the ending of the box office movies,HaHaHa..."am i getting too ambitious now?" Do you belive in sayings that "two heads are better than one?" and do you want to be a part of something special?... Me? I do! that's why now i'm open to accept any helpful comments and suggestion from you to finish the story, and if your suggestions were chosen you will recieve one million...That's all for now, Thanks alot for wasting your time reading this blog! Hehehe...

A Night to remember! (part 2)

aerol — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 07:10:17 GMT

A Night to remember! (part 2)

You thought it was over? Hahaha... If you read the first part you can follow this!... Though we are miles apart, you are always in my heart. I close my eyes & there you are. Even if I will never see you, I'll always be here to care for you, far longer than forever…” One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together. I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing for me to do, hoping, wondering that you will feel the same way too, but I can't read your mind if you love me to. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving you." "How I wish I could really tell you how much you mean to me, but I’m afraid to love, scared to get hurt... I hope that you will wait for me & pray that you will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply. And then I replied again." The reason why I met you is because of destiny but if destiny will suggest that I'll live without you, then I'll lie not by destiny but of free will." Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon." Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner we would see each other face to face and heart to heart. Just a few days before Christmas she stopped sending messages, At first I just thought she had ran out of prepaid. But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what it was, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages. Suddenly one night, just three days before Christmas. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her! "Often times we say goodbye to the one we love without wanting too. Though that doesn't mean we stopped loving them or we stopped to care. Sometimes, GOODBYE is a painful way to say I LOVE YOU." I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I text her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer. For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!"Meet me at the café, 10 AM today," I read it loud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived. I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiselled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness? "Hi, Aerol," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long, "Please sit down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her. "Thanks, Aerol," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses. "You are always welcome, Love" "Aerol, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go." "But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly. "I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Aerol. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes... She got up and smiled at me, lovingly. "Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," she said and gave me a piece of white linen paper... (part 3, Coming soon)

A Night to remember!

aerol — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 13:30:46 GMT

A Night to remember!

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message. "Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep. I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again. "Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said. "Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the very late hours of the night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message. I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the very late hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient, they could monitor me even if they're miles away. I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to. Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again. Same number...Such determination! "Ply reply 2 dis msg & be an angel & save me from this abyss of emptiness!!!" I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message. "Im not an angel, & if you want someone to save you, im not superman... I'm just a simple prrson who you wake up at this hour of my nyt!!! Anyway, do I know you?" I typed. Seconds later came the reply. "Nope. you don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know you. But I want to be your friend. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. you?" "Just call me Aerol. How did you get my number.?" I sent back. "Hi Aerol, nice to meet you. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied. That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone. We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for my work! And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her. Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging. "Keep me as a friend & I will keep you in my heart. Lock it up & throw away the key so dat no one can ever take you away from me..." One day, she sent this message to me. I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true person & if you ever find one, hold on & never let go... value that person co'z it's life's gift worth keeping & holdin on..." I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value the people who have touched your life b'coz you will never know just wen they will walk out of your life & never come back again." I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life. I texted her back. "Dont come close if later you'll just pass by; don't touch me if later yo'ull just let me cry; dont love me if later you'll just leave me and won't stay..." I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart. I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other. But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart...

It's just nothing...

aerol — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 19:11:49 GMT

It's just nothing...

you know your in love when you can say anything to the person and know they wont laugh at you, when you can see their face, when you close your eyes, when you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight long after they are gone, when you can still tastetheir kiss after you have said goodbye, you can tell your in love when you miss them before they are gone, when their voices linger in your ears, when their presence eases any pain, when their name sends chills down your spine, when they are the only thing you canthink about , you know your in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their souls when you look into their eyes, when they call you at 4 a.m. in the morning and say ï love you" and ment it, when your tears stain not only in their shirts but also in their hearts, when they are hurt just because of these tears, when even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory, ultimately you know your in love when you can't imagine living without them and can't figure how did you live before you knew them, when they fulfill every need and without them you are incomplete, the love of sumone else completes the hearth and soul and mind all at once...