I miss venting out my thoughts to you. Things haven’t been so easy lately. I miss talking to you. I miss the times where I would be telling you how fun life was, how crazy my friends are, and how I would always enjoy a new day when I wake up. I know I’ve been off lately and I can’t remember the last time I’ve written my thoughts here. Here I am trapped in the real world. Using the word trapped would make it so negative to other young people out there who are reading my blog, so allow me to change the word from trapped to LIVING.
Right now, I’m currently out, exposed to the real world. Have I told you lately that I feel so down? The word down even makes me feel depressed because it’s an understatement. I’ve been subjected to so much stress and sometimes I would just think that it’s going to be better if I just jump off the RCBC tower or GT tower, but that is not how I want my life to end. I know I have so much ahead of me, but these things just drain my the hell out of me.
The month of May hasn’t been easy, starting with the death of my uncle. There I realized how people would always act when it’s too late. People would reconcile and realize how much pain they had inflicted towards each other realizing that it was just a simple misunderstanding. I know this is how people were built. People are built with emotions that’s why, when people is in fire, they say things they never meant to say leaving each other wounded and scarred. The cycle goes on and on. History would always repeat itself to everyone.
I have always witnessed this cycle on both sides of family.
The point that I’m driving at is that, why do we even have to wait for the death of a loved one before we say that we love them or we forgive them? Why do people have so much pride anyway?
Right now, I would always worry about tomorrow. I always plan ahead of time to prevent shitty things from happening in my life.
It’s midnight now and somewhere in a November
that still exists tonight, we’re kissing each other’s knuckles
for the first time.
I’ve swallowed hearts like apricots
and I’ve watched as the juice of being in love
dripped down my chin and spread like watercolors
across my skin.
— I’ve seen what shades I feel in
when I feel in shades of
I’ve lived through seven seas of heartbreak
but I wouldn’t take any of it back
because on each shoreline I found another reason
to let someone lead me into the waves
with my eyes closed.
Do you remember how raw the night seemed
when we cracked the moon over our teeth and let its
yolk run down our throat?
Salmonella or not,
I loved you then.
It’s April now,
and there are showers, like they promised.
Driving around in the rain today,
someone told me that May would be
But fuck it. I don’t want May flowers.
I only want
I never thought I would fall for you. You seem to have simple ways of making me happy. Just by hearing your laughter, it creates a different vibe in me. It seems like I can’t get enough of you.
I don’t know your preference when it comes to girls, but I want to be the one who will make you happy.
I don’t know if you trust the hell out of me but I think this is okay for now. I don’t know what kind of thing we share but with you I feel home.
Don’t drown me into your love.
Who was that man anyway?
I was about to go to church and here comes a man carrying his guitar sitting beside me. I asked him where he was headed, he told me he was going to his church and I said I’m about to go to my church too.
Then all of a sudden I found myself going to his church because he convinced me to try going.
And then there we were in a fairy tale movie-ish scene holding hands, being romantic, and crazily in love with each other. Awkwardly trying to get hold of the moments that are there. Taking advantage of the present moment..
It seems like what was important during that moment was me and him.
We were just happy and contented.
Then I woke up to a realization that everything was a dream.
I asked myself one question,
WHO WAS THAT MAN ANYWAY?
I’ve been busy in the business district for a month now and I have never thought I’d be in the corporate world.
I enjoy the work a lot and everyday I would always wake up with a smile on my face.
Indeed I can attest to the saying that work will never feel work if you’re enjoying it.
I now keep a journal for my ‘first-time stuff’ in the corporate world.
I remember the job fairs, interviews, and complicated transportation system of Manila.
I can say that getting outside your comfort zone would be much more thrilling and exciting.
The world would just surprise the hell out of you.
How are you guys? It’s been a long time now. I miss blogging so I decided to keep a journal while I’m not here on tumblr.
I MISS YOU FRIENDS! <3
Here at Boston Cafe. In MAINE, USA. LOL. I’m kidding. I’m just here at my hometown, LB.
It just feel at home wherein can relax and think about everything.
The barista is approachable and kind.
They know what I always order, Oreos Cookies and Cream without coffee because don’t drink anything with caffeine.
So anyway, here I am today trying to get my brain to work.
If only I knew who the owners were, I would really have like two or three suggestions to improve their coffee shop and to further attract more customers, or should I say students, young,and old professionals.
1. How I wish they have sweet stuff like cupcakes, cakes, cookies, and other things. Well, they only have chocolate chip cookies but it’s not enough. Since you’re only limited to the cookies they offer, people will prefer to go to Micha’s or somewhere where they can eat good sweet stuff.
2. Probably have a mini-library with interesting coffee table books, magazines, controversial files, and good read books that will attract bookworms like me. HAHA.
3. Aside from having all these good drinks that contains coffee, they should add Smoothies and other beverages that would not bore the customers who regularly visit the place.
4. Probably the barista should talk less and work more. Sometimes, I find them noisy but approachable.
5. The comfort room should be fixed. Make it more cozy and clean. Not that the customers would come just for the comfort room, but as they say: the comfort room of every restaurant says something about the cleanliness and sanitation of the food that they serve.
6. The lighting of the coffee shop should be fixed in such a way that it won’t be too dark or too bright when the customers looks at the choices on the wall.
Okay. I’m too ewan.Ang dami kong sinabi. Ang dami kong reklamo.
Not that I’m an expert on this, but there would always be a room for improvement. :)
Pucha, sabi ko 2 or 3 suggestions. Naka.anim ako. Putakte. Haha.
In moments like this, how I wish I could wake everyone up and beg them to stay with me until I fall asleep.I don’t know if you can call it insomnia, it just that I have so many things going on inside my head or probably I’m just using it as an excuse for bailing out on sleep.