When GPS tells you a joke

What will you do when your tech pal make fun of you at the wrong time?  Well, it’s technology – useful but has its limitations so you really still have part on your task. You will probably would check its settings or consult a technician, or simply scratch your head. 

Funny scenes and stories of GPS technology sometimes make us grin to hate, but at most, really could make us laugh until our stomach aches. One story that I could imagine that your tracker could trip you is leading you to the wrong place. Assuming that you could see a palace at the end of the road, yet your GPS just brought you to a haunted one!  With a voice indicator, “Someone is behind you!” Shocks. 

What about a rush travel and you ended up diving in the sea, well, it happens. And your device is simply sharper than you, shouting: “Help! Help! I’m drowning! Help!” Could it really happen? But who knows, maybe for some time GPS is there to have some fun. 

And what if one day, you park at the shopping mall and after of consuming your budget, you went out without your car! Suddenly, you received a text saying: “Hey! I was car-napped, I’ll give you the location. Will wait for you, b*tch!” A loud shriek. 

Oh end of story for that. Well, happy driving is what I wish for you!

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She Tracked Away (Finale)

I clearly hear that sound, a festive noise; or a gathering maybe. In a prominent event center in town, a luxurious garden. At its parking lot is a white car; it would be a mistake if I say it’s not it. I know indeed, it’s the car I’m looking for. Questions in my mind, “Why is she here? — What’s happening there? And can she able to answer those?” I’m in a limbo.

How long would I stand here? Why can’t I initiate this one? I need to see her. Talk to her and ask her to marry me. Not a good timing. I don’t think that the GPS had mistaken, I believe it’s the car, it is her car. That car with so much of our memories, the times when we laughed together, tease each other and eat our favorite chocolate sundae. Too many to remember and nothing I can ever forget.  It’s love.

We quarrel a lot too. She shouts at me, slaps me and walks away from me. But we can able to go through with it. We have so much love greater than hatred. I know I’ve been so insensitive in complying with her insecurities. I ignore her sometimes, I admit it. I guess there will be always a time that you feel wasted and feel of falling-out-of-love. But she’s always there; I know that it is so painful for her to struggle alone for our relationship. No, I didn’t leave her, I just feel uncertain with my feelings. I don’t want to see her hurting but on the other I don’t want to pretend that I like her before and now, I’m sure I love her.

That slim body she has and the face of a doll. She’s beautiful. She’s sweet but jealous, so much. She walks like a ramp model but too shy. Yes, I can see every inch of her, I know everything about her. Is it an imagination of her image I see??? It looks so real! Oh, yes. It’s her live, in a silver dress. She looks as gorgeous as she went up on stage. There is a crowd, in formal attire. Seriously, what the heck is happening?

I walk few steps to see a full view of the stage behind the rails of the gate, and my world stops. Tears fall. It’s her ex-boyfriend holding her hand; I want to kill him now! And there, he wears a diamond ring to my princess. You impostor! I’m her lover! But those words can’t come out from my mouth. Suddenly, I became mute or the world did stop? I—I’m so broken.

Is it really this painful, to lost someone that once loved you so much and you just didn’t give importance with it? Breath-taking, heart-taking and life-taking. It seems that I’ve been broken into pieces. How I wish to be him, but I think it’s my fault for not fighting for you; for not giving you time when you needed it most. Am I that so stupid for allowing you to track away? Yes, she tracked away.

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She Tracked Away (Part 2)

My heart beats fast. Yeah, I have mixed emotions. I don’t know what will happen after I propose to her. Yes, her. The girl I want to be with forever. It’s been six years when we made our relationship. We lasted this long, it’s funny – she is not my type, but it is a perfect combination after all. I remember those days when she always argues with me because of one thing; I love to travel.

She gets jealous when I drive somewhere than to be with her until she get used to it. But to make her feel secure and trust me as well, I put GPS on my car and all my trips were updated to her. No question, no doubts. She knows where I am and where I am going, because of its real-time monitoring. She just calls to ask what I will do with a certain place.

Look, I’m smiling again alone. It’s really only her, could make me this way. Insane but I feel so complete. Few streets away and I’ll reach her, too much excitement I feel for tonight. Can’t help to see and touch her again. Her face is so sweet; I know that the moment I stare at her, I see an angel.

I park my car in front of a green gate. It’s their house, no; her house. She moved away from her family, she’s so independent. But she seldom talks about her life, or her family. She’s self-centered but giving. Every time we quarrel I hug her tight because I don’t want her to feel alone. And simply I love her.

Can’t wait to see her smile as I give these tulips, but is she there? Her house seems so quiet, her dogs either. They don’t bark, they’re just lying in stairs of the main door. I don’t know if they are sleepy or sick. But my feeling is unusual. I had a feeling, a strong feeling she’s not here. I entered.
Only the door I could hear as I open the door, my footsteps too. I went upstairs, to her room. The windows are open and only the curtains were moving.  My feeling is right. She’s not here. But where she could go? Where? My heart is asking. I feel so despair.

There in her studying table is a device, a GPS receiver. Yes, we bought a pair for each other. I’ll locate her. I do. It has the 2D/3D positioning so I could know exactly where she is, even her movement I guess. The white car I bought for her. The device is on. After few moments, I have the map now. And I can’t believe it. Why she’s there?

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She Tracked Away (Part 1)

I’m a man. I’m not a boy anymore, I try to and I do understand everything about her. Yes, her. The girl that I love the most that I never thought to be fall in love with. She’s different. Sometimes, I wonder what if she didn’t come; I’m still in a miserable life, I drink a lot, all night. I’m with a group of mischievous guys who bully weak and cry baby persons in school. I go for riot. I punch and kick anyone I want to. I’m a boss.

My Mom would always remind me to be like Dad. If she just knew, I once saw my Dad in a coffee shop kissing another girl. I’m hurt for my dear Mama. But I don’t have the courage to tell her. I love Ma, and seeing her crying would be the most painful thing in the world. I can’t even confront Dad, I may say that I understand him for cheating. Mom is nagger, they fight a lot. As seldom as once in a blue moon I could see them laughing together. Pretending I am not affected, I’m with a younger sister who is a sweet and cry baby. She always hugs me and asks me to prepare milk before bed. She drinks the half, and will give it to me.

“Da-da, drink too. It will make you strong!!!” She said it with action. Dada, is what she calls me. She is just my half sister, Dianne is a daughter of my Dad with a prostitute but the biggest lie of our lives was telling Ma that she is a daughter of a cousin and asks our family to raise her due to financial problem. No one told me but I saw it in a piece of paper Dad wrote. I guess that milk truly made me strong.

It was the darkest chapter of my life. One night, I went home. The ambiance is different and everything is in slow motion. I clearly hear the shouts and angry voices of my parents. Dianne is hugging her doll, crying. I was stunned. I don’t know if it really happens, is it a haze of the liquor?  No. it is live. And everything was…  I don’t want to remember that scene.

This car I’m driving now is my dad’s, almost five years ago when he died. Died of heart attack and mom with suicide, my baby sister is in the orphanage with special needs now. She got trauma, after that nightmare we’ve gone through. Everything is tragic — was tragic. Beside me is a bouquet. She loves tulips. Yes, her. That girl I loved the most. Going to her to settle things, I want to marry her. But traffic is on my way, my GPS detected it. A deep sigh.

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Calling Me

This poem is just for you; even I could only hear your voice using this GPS. Please answer my call…

Hearing you speak could go deep within my soul

The sweet voice you have is what makes it all

For all of a sudden my heart beats fast

Faster and faster and I know it will last

The sound of your lips is like a song of the angels

So much to awaken me like swinging bells

Feels so in love with those words you say

Pleas call my name once again and stay

Like the dropping rain from the skies

I feel so overwhelmed, it feels so nice

And for that simple “hi” you greet me

Is everything I need for a happy memory  

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Securing One’s Heart

I feel so much pain now. Yes, I have my heart bleeding. I know I shouldn’t feel this stupid heartache after all, but it hurts. I know that I’m a guy with insensitivity but tell me what’s your up to and I will feel you. But it’s all... argh!

Well, it’s my lost; she’s the one who leave! But does it really? Did she leave because she has another man? Or maybe he can’t handle me? Because I’m this too awesome? Whoa, I have to believe! But it is?

I feel a wound inside; she doesn’t leave me, right? She just felt that I don’t love her. I have to say that in a low tone. I’m ashamed and I feel so irresponsible. Yea, that’s what I am. I’m sorry. 

I want to ask for a second chance, but I’m too afraid to know her answer. I want to have her heart, her loving heart. I’m just being me but I should never treat her like that, she is everything. How can I put security within our relationship? With her heart? How could I ever hear once again that she loves me? And so I offer this poem to her…

How to secure one’s heart?

Is it just simply playing your part?

Is it doing efforts and paying attention?

Or simply being sincere with your intention

What’s the best way to a woman’s heart?

Do I need a GPS or a map?

I want to claim ownership over you

But on how to secure your heart, I don’t have a clue.

Please touch me once again

And don’t tell me that I’m just a friend

Or a stranger to you

But now I just knew

That securing one’s heart, is loving her so true

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Tracking Your Destiny

You can be what you want to be but this will depend on who you are. Those who can paint are definitely a painter; those who sing are singers and who owns business is absolutely a businessman. 

But it’s not what you do that defines your life but what was your role and purpose in life. Yes, you’re a painter but it’s your role to amaze the eyes of the viewers and puzzle the mind of the wanderers. That pictures that say a thousand words and maybe in contrary of the reality sometime. 

But how to find your self –in order to track your destiny? You may use GPS technology only for physical dimension and spiritual identity is a different story. We’re talking about soul searching, dude.

Understanding the spiritual thing is even longer than your favorite TV series, no, it’s not as shorter as months or a year. It’s a lifetime, and you will discover new things in life everyday. There is so much for a defining moment to entirely change your being and make a 360° turn in your life. 

Find who you really are not only by being true and transparent with your feelings and thoughts, but to be a soul that loves other souls. That one pure soul capable of loving; you can be a doctor, a teacher, a military officer or to be as high as the kingdom of a great monarchy but your role and your only purpose is to be a lover. Nothing more, nothing less.

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