Dressing Room Scare

So one day, I decided to go dress shopping at a mall for my little black dress and other assortments for upcoming weddings, receptions and events. Didn’t find anything really suitable, but decided to utilize my time to try on things I normally wouldn’t try on while taking pictures for future references.

Now, at bebe, a woman’s apparel shop, I found this really nice dress that came in black and reddish pink. Tried on both, liked the black, but wasn’t sure about the style nor the pink version of the dress. Like what some women would do, I took a picture with of me in the dressing room, thinking that I would ask a friend or two for their opinions.

I had typed in, “yes? no?” with the picture attached, but I still hesitated in sending the message. Not many of my friends were available to spend dreary minutes helping me choose my clothes, nor did I have everyone on my list, because my phone was a temp., before I get a new one, because the old one broke down. Also, I was not poster perfect in this picture, so I hit the red button and closed the phone.

That was that.

However, after coming back into my little  room after a few minutes from posing at the wall mirror in the middle of the dressing room, I took another look at my phone, and it said that I have an unread message that was just sent to me.

A picture of a black dude (as shown on right) was attached to a message, reading, “YOU KNOW IT!” in full caps and exclamation mark.

I was shocked motionless for a few seconds.

Quickly, I checked my “sent messages,” and no, I did not send the original message, “yes? no?” I was going to send earlier.

“Who is this black dude?” I thought, as I looked out from the curtains, maybe finding the guy in the picture. He did have the same, exact phone I had. Maybe he came into my dressing room, took a picture and ran out! I was freaked out that he perhaps was actually checking me out!

I also checked the bluetooth on the phone. Maybe I accidentally had it sent via bluetooth, and if I did, perhaps I sent it to everyone in the mall, and that he was the only one responding to that message! I was horrified at that idea. “Please, no, that can’t and shouldn’t happen!” I thought franctically. 

I also checked to see if I was the only one he sent the message to, and he sent it to a few people that I didn’t know.

Just who is this black dude, with his faux-hawk that looked totally gangsta-ish? I usually don’t have many friends who are from that kind of crowd.

So I forcibly calmed down my fear and texted him, “Who is this?”

“Who do you think it is? haha,” he texted back.

I thought to myself a bit. Maybe….”Jermaine?”

“Yup!” It turned out to be this really, really, super-duper nice black guy with a minor ‘fro that I met while working at a convention the year prior, whose expression in the picture I’ve never seen on him before. I would have never guessed if I didn’t ask. lol.

So I calmed down, laughed a bit and proceeded to tell him how he scared me.

On Mortality

Two thoughts that really sank in today:

1. We hear people with life-threatening illnesses, “facing death” and how they’re dealing with it. However, we are ALL facing death. How are we dealing with it?

2. At the end of the day, we are all alone. Even though that line has been used many times, think about it - We. Are. Alone. I’ve been meditating on that thought, and I realized that you’re not that quite alone if you have loved ones with you. However, even with loved ones, you are and will still be alone in one form or another. The one that remains constant in life, even when you think you are alone, is God, because He is omnipresent.

Reposted, So I Remember

My back hurts again. Last week, I have not been sleeping well, having to wake up a few times during the night. During the day, when I took naps, I’d be dreaming while being part-awake and part-asleep, which was a weird experience. Lucid dreaming probably. On top of not sleeping well, I’ve been emotionally down, and also, I think my back decided to give out a little bit tonight after I arrived home. It is very possible that I’ve been channeling all the stress to my back, and it finally caught up to me. I hope my back doesn’t get worse like last time when it really gave out, and I had trouble walking or standing straight.

Eternity

I constantly think about God and His kingdom, trying to grasp what “infinitely more” means. To many Christians, and according to Ephesians 3:20, “…God, who is able, through His mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think,” would suggest that our understanding of God’s “power” and “glory” is limited.

If we can not comprehend the glory of heaven, then think of how we can not even begin to understand our incomprehension of such matter.

 Following along, I read this quote in Worldwide Challenge (March/April 2008 issue):

 ”…’If heaven is far beyond our comprehension in its wonder and light, is hell conversely beyond our comprehension in its pain and misery?’”

Website of interest: The Dartmouth Apologia

Some Thoughts About Blues and Blues Dancing

I’m putting me and my friend’s thoughts into a coherent manner from our discussion about blues. Side note - thoughts about blues dancing is still in its infant stage. Will edit accordingly:

For some people to say that they understand blues is pretentious and a fallacy. You cannot understand it, but rather, you feel it. And as my friend says, “you can’t learn blues any more than you can learn something as bizarre and primal as death metal.”
And even though one may know the history of blues, understanding blues itself is impossible. It would be like if one were to understand the abstract.

Blues isn’t a lesson.

It is sustained catharsis.

It is very much about giving the impression of the inarticulate and anesthetizing the discomfort.

Since blues dancing is a free form dance, teaching one how to dance blues would not be right. All I can do is show and suggest some basic mechanics of movement.

However, more significantly, to blues dance is to release a small portion your soul, through the interpretation of your past, present and future, giving equal voice to, and alongside the connection of another being. 

A Working Story v.2

Filed to a dumping ground.