I love you, and I ming it.

And the flaws we have are worth fighting for.. Worth keeping for.

To my Moon and Stars,

It’s been a while.

There’s a lot of things I would have written if I had the chance of time. But eggs and bacons, keyboards and pens, then plates and sauce, bed and sheets..

It’s been a restless year for both us.

But the aftermath is when I have realized a lot of strings.

That there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. (Well, I guess that’s a cliche.)

To think that I could freely peel off my flaws before your eyes, is something that I am proud of.

Like my little tantrums along the red bank, my fingers digging—no—excavating each letter on the keyboard, *haha*, and the most recent which was the notebook prank.. (And I am not proud of these shenanigans.)

But I am proud to say that I have someone who knows me and willing to see my flaws. Not to smudge it on my face but would tell me how wrong it was.

But I want to make it up. To cool down my temper.

And I want you to know that you’re my life size stress ball. Literally round and soft. 🥰😍🐻

Our arguments and disagreements were something I hated for a day or two. Sometimes a week or so. But I started to keep each fragment like a treasure. So when I look back when we get old, I have something in my pocket to laugh at. 🤗😂 You and your eyebrows crossing.

To my Moon and Stars

This is a simple reminder that I love you. And the flaws we have are worth fighting for.. Worth keeping for.

I love you.

Every day.

9.8m/s2

Vincent|France

🐻🐼🌻

You’re My Second Wind

 

|Why?|

|Just because.|

 

|You’re my second wind.|And you’re in my thoughts.|

|Right there.|

 

|P.S.|

|9.8 m/s².|V|

Happy Birthday To My Friend Who Makes My Life A Little Bit Louder!

|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|

|…|

|To Zela|

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! 

Vagabond

“I want to be someone’s memory rather than a daily routine.”

…

|Photo Credits|E.N|

 

Before I eat another cookie, I would like to say thank you to all the gods and deities who made this week a little extraordinary than my daily routine. Reminding me that I have a 24-hour right to breathe and to forget about all the turmoils. And it made me think somehow. It made me think of good things.

Somebody asked me, what’s your wish on your special day? I answered:

World peace.

Maybe it humored him a bit and asked again, what’s your wish? For yourself. And I answered:

Inner peace.

 

I wish for everyone’s peace of mind. Because that will help them to regain health.

I wish for my inner peace so I can extend myself more to others.

Few months ago, I spoke to one of my colleagues (she’s a good friend too) in the balcony where I usually drench myself at lunch. She said looking at the skyline, she wanted to make a dent and to create a change. It’s a great thought, I’d say. And I told her to pursue her dreams. She’s continuing her studies now and I hope for all the blessings and odds to be on her side. She’s a good kid.

And it made me think…

I also want to make a dent. But not that big. Nor to create a change in large scale.

My lifetime will never be enough:

But a simple dent to someone’s heart.

A dent that couldn’t change everything but could remind that person from time to time that it’s okay.

That it’s okay to eat pizza with a lot of pepper. That it’s okay to drink Chuckie even if you turn 80. That it’s okay to cry in public. That it’s okay to be hurt. (Because sooner or later it will be okay.) That it’s okay to get nightmares. That it’s okay to get tired. (Simply because we’re human.) That it’s okay to get crazy in love. It’s okay to commit mistakes. (As long as you treat it as a friendly reminder the next day.) That it’s okay to be in pain. (It strengthens your soul.)

It’s okay. It’s okay because that’s how life works.

(And I just used the word “okay” thirteen times. Haha)

I want to be someone’s memory rather than a daily routine.

P.S.

Thank you for all the greetings! God bless you all. 🙂

 

**And why Vagabond? Wala lang. Gusto ko lang yung word. Haha It describes exactly my thoughts. Blog ko naman ‘to kaya walang pakialamanan sa titulo.

When it feels blue..

 

|Legeng of the blue sea|

|Ngayong ko pa lang sisimulang panoorin|

|Okay lang? Late na ba?|

|Masama bang hindi sumabay sa simoy ng iba?|

|O sya, magpaka-Asul tayo!!!|

Kwentong Pag-ibig: Love is blind, deaf, mute, numb, colorful, great… Lahat na, P*%@&?!@!!!

“Dahil ang Pag-ibig ay masasabi kong isang napakagandang pagkukulang na masarap kulayan at nakatadhanang punan.”

February na naman! Hello sa mga may jowa, kunware may jowa, nangangarap magkajowa, at syempre sa mga nawalan ng jowa, mawawalan ng jowa at higit sa lahat.. Yung walang jowa! 🙂

(the term** haha!)

¤¤LOVE IS BLIND¤¤

Madalas kong marinig, makita ang mga katagang ito. Bulag nga ba ang Pag-ibig? Yung tipong nagkaroon na ng union ang pamilya, mga kamag-anak at mga kaibigan mo, kulang na lang isali ng nanay mo si Kapitan Tiyago sa samahan nila para lang ipamukha sayo na hindi siya karapatdapat para sayo. Kasi daw oso sya. (Bakit, cute naman yung oso ah?) Pero hindi kasi yun. Kahit anong sabihin nila, alam kong ang bawat isa ay may kanya kanyang sagot sa katanungang “BAKIT SIYA?”. At walang taong pwedeng magdikta kung sino ang bibigyan mo ng matamis na Oo or kung sinong liligawan/mamahalin mo.

¤¤LOVE IS DEAF¤¤

Bingi raw ang Pag-ibig. Kasi kahit anong sigaw mo, minsan hindi ka marinig. Hindi ka na niya naririnig..

“Punta ko ng Wonderland.”

“Ingat ka.”

“Ano?! The line is breaking. I’m with girls. Ano ulit?!”

“T*ngina! Mahal kita!”

—

“Mahal din kita.”

“Ano?! I’m with someone. Low batt na ko. Bye! ”

¤¤LOVE IS MUTE.¤¤

Yung tipong gusto mong ipagsigawang importante ‘tong tao sayo. Taong may espesyal na space. Pero nautot ka nalang sa katatago ng feelings mo. Kasi nga, Love is Mute. So kapag nagsama si Love is Deaf at Love is Mute.. Wala na. Wala ng pag-asa. (Ooops! Meron pa! Huwag kang bitter. Haha Habang nabubuhay, may pag-asa. 🙂 )

¤¤LOVE IS NUMB.¤¤

Ayan naaa. Manhid ka. MANHID KA!!! Hahahaha blog ko ‘to. :p

Sa lahat ng may minamahal, na kulang nalang gumulong ka ng isang daang beses sa harapan niya, kulang nalang ibigay mo yung Jupiter sa kanya, kulang na lang ibigay mo na yung ngipin mo para punan ang ngiti niya, kulang nalang.. kulang. T*ngina! Parang kulang pa rin. Hindi ka pa rin niya maramdaman. Ang tanong, MAHAL KA BA NIYA?

Tandaan. Sabi nga nila..

I LOVE YOU is not a question. It’s a statement. And it’s not meant to be answered.

Maybe it’s just meant to be felt.

BLIND. DEAF. MUTE. NUMB.

Maglilipana na naman ang kakornihan ng buong sanlibutan sa darating na Valentine’s Day. Pero kahit anong gawin mo, kahit anong pigil mo.. Ang araw na ito ay dadaan sa kalendaryo para ipaalala ang nakasanayang kahulugan ng araw na ito, Araw ng mga Puso. Puso na sumisimbolo sa Pag-ibig.

Isang salitang nagbibigay kulay sa buhay ng mga tao. Isang bagay na nagsisilbing paalala sa atin na tayo ay may pagkukulang. Na tayo ay may nakalaang espasyo para masabi nating, may mga bagay na hindi natin nakikita.. Sigaw na hindi naririnig.. Mga salitang hindi masabi.. At mga bagay na hindi natin maramdaman.

Pero hindi ibig sabihin nito na tayo ay punong puno ng pagkukulang. Isa lamang itong patunay na ang Pag-ibig ang pinakamagandang bagay sa mundo na pinagsasaluhan ng dalawang taong pawang may kapansanan ngunit hinding hindi ito magiging isang hadlang..

Dahil ang Pag-ibig ay masasabi kong isang napakagandang pagkukulang na masarap kulayan at nakatadhanang punan.”

-HAPPY VALENTIMES DAY! Haha Ay Valentine’s pala. 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤ Ang araw na 'to ay para sa lahat. Para sa lahat ng taong may puso at nagmamahal. ❤

Corny. Haha

(SHOUT OUT nga pala sa kaibigan kong magbibirthday ngayong February 14! Huwag ka nang magtampo sa akin. Huhu Love pa rin kita kahit binubully mo ko. Kasi, may kapansanan ako. At isa ka sa pumupuno nun. 🙂 Hello sa inaanak kong pogi!)

¤¤¤Syeettt! Paano nga ba ulit magmahal? 😀 😛 🙂 ❤ …¤¤¤

Couch&Potatoes: Descendants of the Sun

“Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.”

-Minsan, sadyang mahirap sabayan ang ikot ng mundo.

*(Insert thoughts here)*

Libing ni Marcos na Nababalutan ng Hugot at Pag-ibig

Kasama sa balita kagabi ang pagpapalibing kay Marcos sa libingan ng mga bayani. At bigla ko na lang inihalintulad sa pag-ibig ang nasabing pangyayari. In short, naging crazy ako, tapos medyo naging bitter pero medyo nainspire ng konti na umabot hanggang tenga ko yung kilig. Haha kung bakit, eh ilibing na natin kasama ni dating Pangulong Ferdinand Marcos. :p

Pakiramdam ko, napapanahon na na maihimlay sa tamang lugar ang dating Pangulo. Hindi para ilatag na isa nga siyang bayani sa mata ng bawat isa, pero dahil minsan niyang ibinahagi ang sarili niya sa panunungkulan para sa Pinas. Hindi perpekto ang pamahalaang Marcos. Siguro hindi ko lubusang maiintindihan ang Martial Law na yan. Eh hangin pa lang naman ako nun.

Tama ka. May nasaktan. May nasugatan. May hugot. Malalim. Madiin. Kaya patuloy na may tututol. Patuloy na may mananariwa ng nakaraan. Patuloy na may ipipilit ipaglaban. Hanggang sa mapagod. Hanggang sa mauntog ang mga kaisipan.. Hanggang sa mapagod ang puso na maghanap ng mga kasagutan sa mga tanong ng nakaraan.. Na minsan kahit gaano kasakit ang iyong naramdaman, kailangan nating ibaon sa lupa ang nakalipas. At subukang tanggapin ang katotohanang.. May mga bagay na di mo na mababago kahit kailan. At may mga bagay na kailangan mong isara para bigyang pagkakataon ang mga pintong maaaring buksan. Para bukas makalawa, hindi mo na iisiping sinaktan ka lang at iniwan. Oras na para isipin mong, kaya mong ilibing ang mga bagay na minsang nagpabago ng ikot ng mundo mo. Pero kaya mo pa rin patakbuhin ‘to gamit ang manibela mo.

Hanggang sa matagpuan mong muli ang halimuyak ng pag-ibig. Hanggang sa muli mong mahalin ang iyong sarili.

Yan. Diyan lang magsisimula ang mga katagang

MOVED ON. 🙂

-kung hihimayin ba ang bawat buhay ng mga taong nakahimlay sa libingan ng mga bayani, ilan kaya sa kanila ang talagang masasabing bayani?

A man without dreams

A man without dreams doesn’t dream at all. He just sleeps, faces the dawn, soils his body and when sunset comes, he closes his eyes again.

A man without dreams doesn’t think. Because if he does, there will be a chain of consequences, results, hardships and most of all changes. A man without dreams doesn’t change. And he doesn’t think. Where the fuck are your brain cells?

A man without dreams hurt people. Why? Because he’s selfish. He doesn’t allow people to have chances. To grow. To love. To think. To change. To dream. He doesn’t even know how to give himself a chance to do all things. He just lives.

A man without dreams lives alone. He’s a lonely man.

A man without dreams is a chaos. Because he spreads nothing.

But how does a man without dreams, dream nothing?

Maybe because he doesn’t want to dream at all? Nor he wants to chase any opportunity. Nor he lives with idealism. He just lives. And when fate comes, he simply goes back to dust. And the wind blows him away.

And I hope nobody inhales him.

Or maybe, he doesn’t dream at all because his dreams failed him. And it took his time away.

So maybe he’s not a man without dreams.

He is a man who lost his dreams.

-a very sad thought.

Fate is a myth

I have a friend whom I consider a very good listener. And a very wise person. We usually talk about life and stuff. We even touch each of our heart’s stories. We come to a point that our argument is about fate.

Is fate real?

Then I came to realize that there’s no such thing as fate.

My friend seemed to have just met a long lost friend. The man said, “I thought you’ve never wanted to go out with me.” And my friend answered..

“You could have known, if you’ve just asked.”

But he never did.

And I laughed.

Fate is a myth. It works with choices, decisions and will. Nonetheless, fate is an art of life. Carved by joy and tears. Painted with love and pain.