|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|
|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|
“When life gives you lemons, add salt and tequila.”
They said when life throws you lemons, turn it into a grape juice and let the world think how you did it.. BUT that is a very long process my friend. And while you are into that process, might as well add some salt and tequila for the meantime so you won’t miss the fun.
I was a little doomed and restless for the past few weeks. I couldn’t sleep much. (But I still eat a lot kahit kunware nagdidiet. Haha) I couldn’t even think straight at work, I even lose a grip of a whole lot journey (but at the back of my head, I’m thinking it was the right decision at that point. **in many ways** ..learning things and how complicated our mediocre but meticulous brain works that it could really kill people. Believe me that was a lot. Apologies to people who have given their genuine trust and heart-felt effort. However, I want to thank each soul who were my constant variable at one of my scribbled situations. Maraming Salamat po.)
And that I ignored the fact that I was losing my grip because I chosed to. I have forgotten that there are people who are kind enough to listen to my sentiments and who could value relationship, time and presence. It was my fault. That I ended screwing my space.
Then, here comes His little wave of magic: He sent the right people, at the right time. People who would be your salt and tequila. And again, Thank you.
Thank you for reminding me how to value oneself again..how to appreciate time ..how to laugh (so hard that you could have grown some muscles on your cheeks) ..how to get back on track ..how to chase for such forgotten dreams.
P.S. It’s still my dream to take Cookie Monster on a cookie date. 🙂
And I’m on my way.
|Photo credits|K. P.|
|A good friend will celebrate her birthday tomorrow|She took this photo a month ago|
|If she will be able to read my page|I would like her to know how grateful I am to be part of her life|
|I may not be the friend who always roll for millennial stuff|
|I love old times|I tend to love things that will grow old|
|A friend whom you would remember even if you turn 80|
|I may not be as showy as others|tagging stuff|social media alerts|
|But I always try my best to attach some strings to people I care about |A string that will get old eventually|
I will never forget when you handed me tons of sheets and I will always be grateful to know that someone like you, would actually see my efforts towards the people I care for.. to people I love.
Helping others is not easy for me. Because knowing people is not my skill. Knowing people is my fear. And I’m thankful because you have torn that fear and you let me become part of your life.
I always tell you that eyes never lie. And I’m sorry if I can’t help myself to speak about tears.. and pain.. But I know that you could get through all of it. You’ve shown enough courage. And you deserve pure happiness.
(Remember the day you had to leave that glass door?) I was really proud of myself that it didn’t brought me into tears. You wanna know why? Because in a short span of time, you’ve made me feel that you’ll never leave a shit out of me. That you’re ready to break walls, flaring your colored hair, just to see me because you’re my friend. And friends will never forget.
And yes it’s okay to cry. That maybe we can’t understand everything, but always remember that everything happens for a reason. That every single thing will fall in its own place. And everything will be fine.
Repay me nothing. Because I love what I do. And I would love to tease you more..to talk to you more often..to take more pictures of ourselves..to eat more..to start painting our plans.
I love hugs. Because hugs were meant for friendships.
You are vocal enough. And I could hear you from within. If you think I can’t hear you, kick the door, break some glasses, until I hear you. Until I see your eyes..then I will listen. Because I’ll never get tired to listen.
Simply because you are my friend. And no LOB could change that. Make sense? *hihi*
—–from your friend who has the same mental disorder as yours
P.S. I still love my tinapay with molds. But I love you more.
Happy Birthday To My Friend Who Makes My Life A Little Bit Louder!
“If not, then the pain you’ve felt was all worth it.”
I just finished watching it on that hard, black, and cold idiot box. I had to search for the part where in the lady broke the engagement with her fiance (because my lovely mother called me to get some wet clothes and get it dry. Very lovely. )
That was the title.
Let’s just say it wasn’t the best movie. (in my perspective of what is best)
But it was a great movie showing and defining what CHOICE is.
Salute to that.
I personally care for the word “choice”.A lot of us get sweaty whenever caught in a situation full of bulls. And an imaginary mediator becomes more aggressive and persistent on you in making the decision as you try to think harder. (I don’t know why I used the term mediator. Maybe because it has something to do with an argument between the options you have and the consequences it entail. Just hell you know. And a nonexistent peacemaker will do. At least. To make your decisions easier. Nahhh.)
I have great experiences about it. Making choices.
It taught me how to be a human. It showed me consequences. Or as to what the movie said.. the word “opportunity”.
It will take a million breath-taking leap to decide whether you wanna let go on something, or hold on it as much as you could.
Sometimes we just let the wind do the decision making. Or we just let it be. Because we’re lost. We are lost completely.
In nowhere? tss it just needs some time. And you’ll be able to determine the right choice. After all, it’s your life at stake.
Or maybe, you randomly chose and then after what you’ve chosen..you just endure the pain. Believing that it will all go away after a century.
It will. Believe me it will. Somewhere after the long pain.
There’s these “that was fun and sad” moments.
But the question is ..
Do you regret it?
If you do, then start questioning yourself: Why did you do it?
If not, then the pain you’ve felt was all worth it. 🙂
Before I take my deprived rights on sleeping, I would like to kiss my tears away by spending some minutes on my page while I’m trying to convince you (whoever’s reading) that my post has something to do with your life.. and your feelings.. And your thoughts. Haha nyanya
I am pondering about how people find happiness in different ways. Some find it in shoes stored in cabinets with skeletons. Some find it in food like “Arrghh food is forever and I want to marry as many food as I want because I love to eat and it makes me fat”. Or people find it in books and coffee and cookies and music and beaches and cars and places..
Want some more?
Cosmetics and dogs and cats and alcohol and smoke and dresses and photographs and curtains and papers and stickers and spoons and movies..
Or maybe we could find happiness in family and friendship and work and love and tranquility and peace and time and trust and hope and faith..
And I could add some more and finish this post in year 3000 or even more.
Maybe because we always try to find happiness in everything.
But today somebody reminded me that happiness will never be a “find me” puzzle. Because happiness (I would say) happens not completely because it’s the right time nor person nor place nor situation.
But simply because IT FEELS RIGHT. And it takes tons of courage and guts to jump into that it-feels-right feeling.
(And when something goes wrong that’s the time we forget what happiness is.)
-TOO MUCH FOR TODAY. A very loooong start of the week. My happiness is sleep. 🙂 ❤
“You were the air that I wanted to breathe. But I never heard that you wanted to fill those breaths.”
These thoughts keep on banging my inner brain cells since yesterday. A significant time few years ago, when I felt a very strange heart beat within my soul. (And the rest was history.) If that person, in God’s time, finds his way to read this particular writing.. Hey, you’re crossing my restless mind. I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so hard and a stubborn stone-heart ass. It was in my full intention to know you better. But my but’s and if’s pulled me. And I did realize, I missed out a very important thing in life..
To love yourself. To remind yourself that you are capable of loving and being loved.
I have forgotten that.
So I do remember you because once you have reminded me of those significant things. Thank you. ‘Til then, Superman.
-Meeee! Thank you po sa hair spa and everything else. ❤ Naalala 'kong tao ako. 🙂 haha
“Give it to the universe.”
I wonder what makes other people sad. Is it heart break? Broken family? Shaken friendship? Washed off relationship? Wrecked car? Shattered house? Endless work? Unstable job? Crippled dreams? Health condition?
It’s too many. Too many that I would like to mention in a very special way the last but not the least, Money . *laughs* Money is the universal concern of everyone. It’s hypocritical to say that money can’t buy happiness. *And then insert the jet ski thing here. Haha Who doesn’t want that*
My mom would always say, “Money talks.” Then I could imagine my coins and bills having a conversation in my purse. That would really freak me out!
However, I want to believe that happiness doesn’t just rely on gold. I always remind myself that money could be everything. But you can’t let it to be YOUR everything. That’s why once in a while, I always check on things how I can tease people I love, chase food, drink like a fish, care for people I share my time with, and of course, how I can make things weirder *hmm.. Yaaa weirder* I value little things because these remind me that I have, or we have the right to be happy no matter how inevitable life opportunity is.
And I learned an incredible thing today..
That even if you’re so fucked up, and everythings’s a mess, life goes on and you have to breathe and leave no trace. Get drunk. Get crazy. Get wild. Get better. Do your thing and leave everything else to the universe.
-Thank you Mee. 🙂 Ang sarap talaga ng kulay green na pastaaaa ❤
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