A letter to Corazon

Dear Corazon,

(To whoever who’s reading this, she’s my aunt: a friend of mom)

I am situated in a jeepney, sitting and waiting for this four-wheel vehicle to arrive at my destination. While I was trying to send a message and to send a reply from yours, my tears just can’t help it but to burst. And all your hardships, efforts, care, love and support were like freaking thunders that kept on flashing my head. You’ve fulfilled and still fulfilling my dreams and plans.. Biologically speaking, you don’t even have a single strand of my complicated DNA. But there you are, you’re another mom who loves me like your own. If only I could look back and make a list of all the things I could say thank you for? I would. It’s just that my blog isn’t enough to have that list. And I need a lifetime to write it down. But I’ll take this very moment, to say thank you simply because you love me that much. And we both know why words are not enough to express what I meant when I said that. Just because. πŸ™‚

Thank you for giving me a life. I love you. :*

Your daughter,

Apple ❀


Memory palace


I wonder how people’s thoughts linger or how it’s posted in mind. Does it look literally like this? Messed up. Funny how our memory palace works. But wherever a certain piece of memory dwells…I am certain that it’s just there. Lingering. One of those papers is mine btw.

And what was written on it?

I wrote…

“I love food.” haha πŸ™‚ jk

thoughts. thoughts. thoughts. Stop please. 😐



Image Source: perfectlyimperfectblog


Ang sulat ay parang mga salitang palutang lutang sa isip, at kapag nakuha na natin ang tamang pagkakataon at lakas ng loob para kumuha ng papel at bolpen para isulat ito, saka lamang ito magiging concrete. Not abstract anymore.

Pero hindi lahat ng sulat nakakarating sa ninanais na destinasyon nito. Yung iba nakalimutang ihulog, naihulog sa maling tao, o kaya andun.. andun lang sa cabinet. Nakatago.

Nakatago. Sulat na nakatago.

Hanggang sa mabasa ng ulan, hanggang sa mapunit na ng panahon at maging kulay brown.

Kailan mo pa ihuhulog yan sa Post Office? Kapag tuluyan ng mabura sa mundo ang salitang β€œsulat”. At mapalitan na ng text at pm sa FB.

Anong problema ko na naman? Wala. Wala kasi ako maisip na ipost ngayon. Hehe

Merry Christmas everyone! πŸ™‚ Happy New Year!