I’m leaving this blog for a while. I just can’t stay here at this moment. I just can’t and also twitter. I’m a wreck- has been for a long time. That’s all.
I will learn new things
I will rebuild lost friendship
I will trust more
I will open-up myself
I will share what I have
I will give my best
And I will fall in love
but then again, maybe I won’t.
Just a few hours left before the sunrise and I am thinking of you reading this (if you are even existing), thinking of my friends, my thesis, and all the craps and the bullshits laying low just waiting to be stimulated all over again. Fuck that potato right in front of me. How I wish that I could lock my mind away from these strings of poisonous thoughts.
Merry Christmas everyone! I may not be able to receive all of the things I’ve listed on my wishlist but I’m still thankful that I’m celebrating it with my family and close relatives. Plus the barbecues are everywhere. There’s no other great food for me (this time around) against this barbecue dipped in vinegar. I could see stars and even angels descending from the sky surrounding me while savoring every bit of it. One more thing, I wish that those living in Visayas will still have a happy Christmas. I wanna share all these barbecue with you guys if only I could go there. Again, Merry Christmas.
I’m accepting gifts all-year-round. Lalo na if it’s a penny cruiser, a pair of green 1460’s, and love. Haha :)
Pain is an inspirational tool. It’s what makes most of the artists. Their art is pain transformed into something derisive, deluding, and dismantling.
I will try to be strong and you’re right. I never thought that someone like you really cares even if I don’t know you personally. Thank you dear :))
Just flee if you can’t fight because that will not make you less of a person rather, it gives you more time to think and act rationally. Fleeing doesn’t always mean cowardice. Take the flight and land somewhere peaceful and serene.
I had this short, funny conversation with my sister and Pops while we’re in the kitchen, waiting for dinner to be served. I thought of putting it on my blog and have something to laugh about when time comes. Though it may sound not funny because I’m not good at telling stories, still, I’ll put it here.
Me: (taking out a jar of uncooked oats and started eating)
Yana: Ate pahingi.
Pops: Ano yang kinakain mo?
Pops: Hilaw pa yan ha?
Yana: Ganyan talaga, pagkain ng mga beauty queen.
I couldn’t help myself from laughing with my sister’s funny retort. It sounded funny to me. Seriously, my sister’s got a knack in that department.
Again, this feeling eats me. I feel weird and vulnerable. I’m afraid for each passing minute that I might breakdown and go haywire causing me to do something erratic. Oh please, calm my nerves. It’s like an ocean of emotions trying escape a glass container.
I don’t wanna go around the town carrying an antihistamine on my pocket- well not for me anymore. Last week before leaving Manila, I had to see a dermatologist because I’ve been suffering into manic attacks of severe itchiness and skin rashes- which I’ve never experienced before except for my skin hypersensitivity. Nah, this one is different. Maybe a month ago, I was bitten at school by a sneaky arthropod( i have no idea what it is) which caused my hand to swell and my foot. Then after a week, it was my left hand. The doctor said that maybe I am sensitive to some insect bites and that I should start using insect-repellent and always carry an antihistamine just in case. I’m definitely seeing the doctor again for follow-up check-up this Wednesday. As for the insect-repellent, I’m thinking if I should buy the Human Heart Nature or the one frequently commercialized on telly. But one of my blockmates said that the latter is not really effective and it’s HHN that is really effective,