In my closet

A woman can never have too many shoes – be it a steal or a splurge. I have had my share of shoes in the Philippines but still I regularly found myself in a panic saying: “I don’t have any kicks to match my clothes!” Gone were the days when you can just have a pair of black sandals. Now, you should have a strappy pair, flat, heeled, flip-flops, platforms… OMG! The list is endless. And a certain style should come in a variety of colors and prints too!

The pic above is my dependable pair of black sandals. Nothing fancy, nothing too high-heeled – just about right for me. And somehow, I can coin it with my choices in friendships and relationships too. I have tried a variety of styles/personalities – geek, classic, trendy, cheap, flamboyant, conservative, elegant – name it! And like shoes, we always have our faves.

Walking away

Some people will walk away from our lives either because we want them to or the other way around. I have had friends walk in and out of my door and although goodbye is always painful – some felt good and liberating after a while. Sometimes you get yourself into an agreement, which seemed to work fine at first but in the long run becomes restricting and destructive.

We all go into a rut in our lives… maybe some of us go through it more frequently than what is deemed normal. And as we go through this phase, there will always be people who will consistently support us and there will always be those who will give up on us too. Be thankful for those who stayed… and just the same, be thankful for those who left. They are only humans – they get tired too. Don’t diss them for leaving you. After all, you have had your moments. Maybe, it is just time for them to leave. Maybe too, it is time for you to grow on your own. And keep in mind that fairytales don’t always have a happy ending.

Anger

Life is very difficult for me lately. I am now listening to a lot of angry songs. I am just angry with LIFE!!! Nope don’t get me wrong. I may be angry but I still am thankful. Isn’t that crazy? See… I’m going through a phase and I understand that this situation is difficult to understand. It is just that… there a lot of things happening that is frustratingly beyond my control and it makes me angry! I get angry when I lose control of my life… when my destiny is in the hands of other people! I feel like crying but I won’t. I simply refuse to cry!!! I simply refuse to give up! Because it may seem like my fate is in hands of others but truth is… God is in control. As always.

Okay, where’s the wine? Let’s chill!

There’s wine in my cup!

Instead of my usual cup of coffee, I went ahead and poured me a glass of chianti at 6:25am today. The occasion? I am celebrating “Father’s Day” in advance. My papa just recovered from a mini-stroke and I am thankful to God that he is okay. Thankful that both papa and mama are okay. Thankful that we are okay. I am chatting with him now. Brb.

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!

 

A child in us.

I love amusement parks! Even as a lil kid, I was always at the “peryahan” during the city fiestas, betting my meager coins on roulettes, dice, bingo, and the likes. I love circuses too. I even considered working in a circus before and a friend of mine exclaimed: “What? And be the bearded lady?!” See… I love the stage even if I am just in the background. A performance makes my adrenalin pump like crazy – similar to the euphoria felt by a person in love.

Home sweet home

memories. raindrops. sunset. photographs.

Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Cin cin!

narcissistic biatch and proud of it!

My ME time

The streaks of light through my Venetian blinds woke me up from a sound sleep. I stretched my half-awake body for an eternity and wiped the cobwebs from my eyes. My first impulse was to sit in front of my laptop but I brushed the thought aside and asked myself what I really wanted to do this morning.

As if on cue, I languidly arose from the bed and tiptoed towards the kitchen. I can feel the coldness of the kitchen floor under my bare feet and remembered how my mornings used to start like this once upon a time back home in the Philippines. I eagerly made me a cup of coffee and went to the veranda. If it were not for the warmth of the coffee cupped in my hands, I would have been shaking uncontrollably when the morning breeze embraced me sharply.

Hey, it’s okay!

I am a morning person. Usually gets up at 5am and starts my day checking emails with a cup of coffee. This morning, I wanted to write something but I really don’t know what to blog about. All I know is – I NEED TO WRITE. So, I figured that I will just jot down anything that comes to mind and I won’t even think so much on typo errors, grammar and spelling. Give me a break! This girl needs to let go… ahora mismo!

I want to cry. Yes, that is exactly what I wanna do now. Why? I don’t know! Don’t get me wrong – things couldn’t be better in my life now. Last night, I wasn’t feeling all too well so I went to bed early while listening to the radio. Mushy me tuned in to 96.3, that Light Rock station but instead of the usual love songs, they were playing old dance music from the 70s and 80s. Those old rhythm usually lift my spirits but last night, it had the opposite effect. A wave of nostalgic emotions took over and every beat was like a vise-grip squeezing my heart. So I changed the station only to collide head on with this haunting song… “and when hope was out of sight on that starry, starry night… you took your life as lovers often do…” Dang it!

 

48 years in the making

Sometimes, blogging can be a pain in the ass. I mean, why are there people out there telling you what to blog about?! Like if you talk about yourself they tell you that you are as boring and dumb as hell. Honey, why then are you lingering in my page allowing my narcissistic thoughts to bore you to death? Is it because you just hate to admit that my hump is a triple tad more interesting than your sorry ass?! C’mon, stop the crap. If you don’t like my train of thoughts, get out of here. It’s as simple as that.

Anyway, I am really not this crabby. I am one of those “lil miss sunshine” who will pull a muscle is she frowns. So, let’s get on with my boring and dull as hell thoughts.