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

Free Falling

This marks an ending of an era. And though there are no real final goodbyes, I think this one's gonna stick for quite a long time.

Taken: October 15, 2016
1 hour and 23 minutes of sleep/ Jeep from Bauan to Diversion Road-Jeep from Diversion Road to Batangas Grand Terminal- Bus from Batangas Grand Terminal to Turbina- Jeep from Turbina to Calamba Crossing Terminal- Jeep from Calamba Crossing Terminal to San Pablo- Jeep from San Pablo to Rizal Recreation Center/ 4 hours and 17 minutes travel time/ Traffic,Traffic, Traffic/ Hunger, Fatigue and Sleep Deprivation

Whatever happened to the x-of-11 Series

I am probably being thought of being incredibly self-centered because of this series and the posts that comes with it. But hey, it's my birthday after all and who else would like it if not for me?

Dead Flora: 8th of 11

I am going to tell you a bit about my Grandmother: 7th of 11

Shown here in the middle, donning a cream top and a very stylish pants, just being fab under a banana tree.

Rat Race: 6th of 11

I don't think I follow the same time frame as most of my peers. When it comes to achievements in life or simply going on through a certain phase in my life, I'm either late or advanced that it even frustrates me; mostly at myself, mind you.

Sensitib: 5th of 11

There's humor and then there's heckling, there's a difference.. When I think about it, I realized that  I adjust to the person that I am talking to most of the time, or at least I try. But weirdly, I still get affected by comments from people closest to me. Saklap.

1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th of 11

For the 1st time in 3 years, my Xof11 series started 4 days late. For this, D apologizes. My life is in transition and I kind of lost the thirst to share random going ons in my head because of what happened last summer. But this must not be so, I owe it to myself at the very least to keep on writing, regardless of how useless these ramblings are.

Here's to Changes

I once asked friends what is that one thing that is keeping them from doing what they want to do in life and often I was answered back that is fear. Fear, taking form one way or another. I am afraid. I realized that I have been afraid for a long time and this realization came after an onslaught of unexpected news in my life.

Winging it, One Ukay-Ukay Dress at a Time

I tend to get days like this, oddly enough, yes. I plan for it, work around the details and then I mess up, or things just unravel on their own, I dunno.

“She can wear a veil, an eye mask, even a potato sack over her head - it doesn't matter. True beauty never fades; it radiates the kind of glow, that makes you turn your head and look, same way you unconsciously look for the stars, when the night is dark.”

- Veronika Jensen

And We Stay Afloat

This one is for the Citybuoy, who celebrated his day yesterday and of whom this attempting writer takes most of her motivation.

In a cafe somewhere I imagine us sitting as they close up and this song came along

This one's for the Professor who is flying away to The Land of the Rising Sun (this is a bit cheesy, why??) today because he is just so awesome that he'll get to be even greater than he already is.

July na Magdangal

July came wet and wild from the hola-helluva that was June. Tears christened me along with the trial of fire that I had to go through, June left me reeling and free falling into this dazed like state. I wonder what July will hold for me.

Y.Z, put your weapons down, and come home from war