Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I’m dearly missin’ my car.


On the beach, you can live in bliss

"On the beach, you can live in bliss."
- Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys

So come on.
Join me.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012


"Find a girl who travels. Date her, love her, and marry her, and your world will never be the same again."




Monday, February 27, 2012


@ Canyon Cove, Nasugbu, Batangas

'Twas a great day yesterday. I had a lot fun frolicking and bashing under the sun.

Wish i could do this everyday


Sunday, February 26, 2012

Beach na beach


Saturday, February 25, 2012



Let’s go to the beach!


It's a Saturday! The last day of work ^_^

Slowly, my senses are reverting back to normal. Sleep is a lot better, and the princess in me is a bit happier.


Friday, February 24, 2012

And now I deserve better.

So i finished the epic saga of Star Wars, just in time for the end of my very own epic waiting saga.

I can't help but speak of the superhero who had once promised me to save my world.

But then again, he has gone busy saving another world, and for that, i am in no position to contest.

Someone who has been away for so long, yes, he is definitely right, the princess doesn't even deserve that. Unsure he was if he knows himself anymore, and would i have to suffer because of that? Definitely NO. I know he wouldn't want that to happen too. But If i had indeed suffered from his faults, it's because i have loved him unconditionally, just as he loved me when we had our own world, amidst the raging thunder and storms of negative acceptance of the people around. I was then holding on to a promise of no goodbyes, come what may no matter what.

I waited for i know one day he would return from his journey. A tour of duty to his own self made me fear for the day he may find himself but eventually loose sight of me, far away in his heart. I have prepared for that very same day when he wouldn't even recognize me. But then i stood still, for a promise.

I was never wrong. He returned once, but i felt that the intensity of his feelings had been tainted by whatever he found or happened in his journey. I was then ready to let go, if only for a promise. I have discerned his very own fear and regret fulness from the tears in his eyes, and the sound of his voice. But he was so determined to leave again, to find his own self. With my heart already dashed into pieces, I felt the need to hold on, he asked me to be strong, to be a super heroine in his absence.

I know he was hurting, for he couldn't imagine the intensity of the pain he had caused me in his silence. It was just right that we part ways, because of the many complicated things he could not speak of. I haven't had any idea of the so-called dark side of him he told me once. Not even the slightest idea, but the terrorizing thoughts of the man he really is somehow bothered me. Up to now, his mystery still remains.

It was then that i realized that i really do not know him, and I have already lost the superhero that i have dearly loved. During our initial acquaintance, i remember him telling me how he does not want to be in a commitment. Therefore, he should not have fallen for me in the very first place. Likewise, i shouldn't have allowed myself to be swayed in this tragedy. But the moon and stars were in perfect alignment when we were together. I was his greatest mistake, when his very own self took over his supposed lost self. When he said that hurting me is the last thing he would ever do, it was too late for him to realize that he has hurt me more than he could have imagined when he first disappeared in our grid.

I would have turned my beliefs to his when i first felt the pain of his absence. It was my only way to be with him, to cushion the blow, and to lessen the longing. I have started my course in threading his path, how i want to be in the world that he wants to save. During the course of my study, i was swayed to adhere in what he believes. I have began to embrace it, until i lost his guidance, until i no longer heard from him. He left with no traces. I then lost the spirit to carry on with the learning. True enough, i should have done that out of my very own will, and not because of him.

In my last memory of him, he sounded so pernicious, making it sound like he has the best of intentions when in fact he really is a genius for procrastinating things. He should have spoken up long before i brought up religion. Where in the world did he leave his capacity for inventive thought, keen intelligence and quick understanding? He sounded so noble under his coat of cowardice, saying i will never know how much our memories meant to him. It's too sweet to decipher. Does my kingdom rejoice for that grand eloquence or weep for the grave loss of the once hailed superhero?

I was so blinded by this love i missed out on the pertinent things that mattered then. But then, it was the happiest, it was the greatest.

And now I deserve better.



Been missing a lot of blogs lately. I'm off grid with my juices, the Star Wars Marathon, soap operas, and matters of my silly heart had gotten the creative faculty evaporating elsewhere. 



Thursday, February 23, 2012


"There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets through."

welcome heart

So it all ends here.


It's so nice to get my heart back.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


My greatest story ends here.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


There's a coward in me.


Monday, February 20, 2012

I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.

I must have been too silly staying up late 'till 3am on a Monday morning. I know that the lack of sleep on a week starter rewards employees with a degenerating productivity with every tick of the clock. I am no exemption.

Solitude has been my constant companion for the past few nights. It must have been the stillness of the surroundings, and the emptiness in my heart that has been gnawing at my soul when the dark settles in.

I am void of the comforts of the cold and rainy summer nights. Void of the pleasures of a company, and of the noise that I would love to hear so that I may silence the echoes of my weeping heart. 

I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.

Sunday, February 19, 2012


There's one great love and one true love.

Sometimes, they don't coexist.

I had my one great love for a wink.

Now, where's that one true love?

Nakamamatay ang kalungkutan

Thursday, February 16, 2012


The night was absolutely great indeed after talking to my Kuya Melvin. I really missed him a lot and even though millions of seconds had passed between us, that great same feeling remains for someone whom i have loved so dearly. I remember the times we spent together, the banters and chuckles we exchanged, his wacky and out-of-this world guidance for my stupid lovelife, his silly and demeaning encouragements (lol!), the blessings he shared with me, the strikes he threw at the pins, the yucky novelty songs he'd sing while driving, the flowers he'd gave to me, the seriousness of the talks we had, the in-the-wee-hours of the night birthday call, the chocolates, packages, the monickers he'd call me, the surprises! I am very blessed to have a friend like him i will treasure him for the rest of my life.


I love you my Kuya. If you can read this, send me dozens of boxes of yummy Snickers. Hahaha!


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy valentines day!

Sunday, February 12, 2012


Sa kalagitnaan ng gabi kumakatok ang lungkot ng pag iisa

At ang tanging sandata upang ito ay maibsan ay ang malayang pagpatak ng mga luha

Hinahamon ng paglimot ang puso at isipan

Upang muling bigyang buhay ang darating na kinabukasan

Saturday, February 11, 2012


Oh snap.those were the days :)) the 1st remainders.

Now i'm down to one :(

I miss you guys

Friday, February 10, 2012


Got it this morning. My boss is crap. My life isn't so i'll better move out

Sent from my iPod

Thursday, February 9, 2012

I could live in this night forever

The sky was made brighter by the moon, the Milky Way was beautifully landscaped in the greatest canvass above, splashed in full display across the sky, and several twinkling stars stretched across the heaven.

The night reminds me of my sweetest days on earth.

I could live in this night forever.

Missing saif.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Think of life as a crossbow

Think of life as a crossbow lois. The tighter the string is stretched, the farther the arrow will be shot when it is released. If you think you have been stretched out so tightly, think of how far and high your success will be. Always be happy lois.


- MackieMac 02/06/2012

Friday, February 3, 2012

Cant remember

I bumped into someone at the market and she called me "kers" but my memory doesnt serve me really well. I just smile and said "hi" as an instant reflex but for crying out loud i really can't remember her :'(

Zark's ii

Thursday, February 2, 2012


I wonder why it's very difficult to step out of that trap.

I wish time had frozen way back when technotron spells excitement. Or when Hardees is a craving, and when magic is for believers. I wish chikka is an everyday happiness alarm, and when friendship is an oasis in a desert of hullabaloo. Most of the times, i am guilty of self-inflicted pain brought by too much retrospection.

I thought i had gotten over that as things have fallen into places some time and another. All is well between that trap, ironing things out for my own life and for the life of that goddamned shadowmaster. All is well ending well, and those around picking hues of contentment and freedom. I had the best of my life, opening up windows for ambassadors of passion.

I suddenly snapped out of place because of one selfish deed i had committed. But i barely had regrets, if not for the thought of being carelessly stupid, and mindlessly foolish. A mutual desire for an incessant want. A captivity of my own pleasures, for a heart that doesn't even beat. So selfish of me.

Too much retrospection is an electrifying jolt of reality. I could never have what i wanted before, but I could always come back to reminisce the moment when i am so full of everything. I could lurk in this place for some time; extend to an extent of self absorbability, only to be scarred upon returning to my real empty world. Too much pain, too much hurt, too much troubles.

A trap.