treading..

my bare feet and the sands of Coron making love -- precious!

great-ful

There are lots of reasons why even on the gloomiest of days, we would still raise our heads up and say thanks to Him. Thank you Lord for giving me the strength to push on and showering me with love in the simplest of ways. You there.. thank you! :)

Goodbye N97 mini

November 11, 2010

One of the most appalling and most unforgettable and horrendous experiences in my life happened on this date. I was riding a jeepney on my way home from Robinson's Place Manila. That was where I met the god of the nastiest omens. He was with his battalion of evil. He was wearing jeans, loose gangsta shirt and a white nikey hat. He sat in front of me. Two of his affiliates positioned themselves on my left and right wings. Another one was situated beside him, discreetly playing with his folding pocket/butterfly knife (balisong). Then they began to execute what they were there for. They moved with precision: very scientific and cautious at the same time.

2 minutes.. 

3 minutes.. 

Boom 

I heard the devil shouted. "Para na!!"

That's when the world crumbled right in front of me. 

There was nothing I could do.

I can't help but grieve.

*** ***

I was deeply sorry for myself not because

 I just lost one of my most treasured possessions.

But for the reason that..

It's a birthday gift from

my two sisters 

working their asses off in Los Angeles.

here comes goodbye

Those days are gone. 

The uncertainty in me about being capable of loving another the way I did for her breaks my heart. 

It went from good to gone. 

Now, I'm numb. 

That's what hurts the most.

Dealing With

I know I must.

I've learned it the hard way. Whenever melancholy comes my way, I always see myself welcoming it with open arms. I taught myself the art of dealing with the consequences of my erroneous choices and decisions.. the number 1 on my How to Deal list.. my first aid.. my counterattack. I must play with and experiment on all the possible strategies. They're limitless, very much like the errors one person can commit. With these mishaps, intentionally or not, I know I may have hurt the people that I love. Undeniably though, I have learnt to accept that there is no one that hurts more with these things that I do than myself. But even with the pain, it is just not in my nature to back down.

Painful misery (is there such a thing that isn't painful??) I don't hide from it. I know that even if I do, the effects of my mishaps will still be there.. getting even more insanely complex, relentlessly eminent - like neon lights built to attract passersby. I face em like the mirrors in my bathroom with courage. Cause i have always believed that the tails of depression also known as sadness and sorrow aren't there to last. These two S's aren't in for infinity. But they will though if I let em. I welcome them like guests invited for dinner. Once the dinner is over, the natural order of things takes effect. Guests don't stay over but they only leave when they are told. Being the person who prepared the dinner, it is upto me to determine when exactly is the right time to show them the door.

yummy rip-off

Nissin Chocolate Wafer

Nusica

LOACKER!!!!!