Post-Capitol Thoughts

 

Nothing puts your own mortality into perspective but the very threat of it.

One sad girl post coming up

I am getting ready to forget you. It's not something that I am eager about, but I can already feel the barricades coming up, enveloping my heart in the same wall I have put up countless of times before. 

Navigating the tricky waters of being in a Mother-Daughter Cold War

I am in a conflicted spot of being thankful to be born as my mother's daughter while hating it with as much hatred a person my size can muster. I am 5'3, by the way.

My Phone is Not Broken

My phone is not broken.
There is no use checking on it constantly.
It still beeps and rings at the right time.
It works just fine, and when it is silent,
it is because there is nothing for it
to beep and ring about.
It just means that you are gone and so here comes pain.


No Cubao Phone Repair shop can fix this.
Nothing can fix this.

Chocolate Mousse Cake

Met my High School English Teacher today. I gave him a Chocolate Mousse Cake, an inside thing. I'll explain.

Working on Weekends

I do consider myself to be a bit of a workaholic, mostly because I try to ride the influx of work without any system, I am trying to learn believe me, but having a job that pretty much means catering to every need of every employee in the company, there isn't much of a system that can really handle that.

From the ashes

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”

-Haruki Murakami