Showing posts from July, 2015

Liebster-turned-Lobster Award

I had been nominated by June of Life and Spices for the same award a year ago . Feel na feel ko talaga ang award lalo na in terms of being sweet, kind, nice, blah blah blah.....  It's always fun answering questions like these. Since I am killing time off at work and that Army Navy reward on it's way, I can't help but make patol to this again and again. Hahaha.. This time, I would like to thank Froi Dencio for nominating me. So, here goes my answers:  If by some chance you turned into a talking toad, what are you going to do aside from talking?             I'm gonna dance! Haha.       2.  What Filipino food best describe your love life today?             Adobo dahil walang maling luto basta masarap ang end product tulad ng kahit kelan ay hindi mali ang  magmahal. Haha      3.  This is related to no. 1. You turned into a talking toad but can only blurt 6 words. What are you going to say and to whom are you going to say it? (Note:


This is Pitch Perfect 2 hangover. Hehehe... I find it relaxing to learn one song per month. At least it gives me a break from the usual stuff I think of every day. Then, the frustrated musician in me rejoices every time I get to complete a song.  This is Flashlight , I am not familiar with the radio version sang by Jessie J but I love the one on Youtube acoustic version released by Hailee Steinfeld, it's very short and very easy to play :) :)  When tomorrow comes I'll be on my own Feeling frightened of The things that I don't know When tomorrow comes Tomorrow comes When tomorrow comes And though the road is long I look up to the sky And in the dark I found, lost hope that I won't fly And I sing along, I sing along, then I sing along I got all I need when I got you and I I look around me, and a see sweet life I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight You're gettin' me, gettin' me through the night Kick start my heart

Circumstance vs Choice

I’ve been trying to compose this in my head. How would I say it. How would I answer it. From a not-so recent conversation with friends over pizza, I was asked if my being single is a matter of choice, or a matter of circumstance. My social network newsfeed is abundant with statuses about kids, weddings, lovers and comforting words about being single. I can’t help but like them all. I had to stop peeking through this site because, instead of making me feel better and happy for them, I end up getting succumbed with self-pity and questions about why am I single. How come this girl I know, who isn’t so smart, who isn’t so cute, has a boyfriend, and I don’t? How come this boy who said liked me and whom I used to exchange SMS with is now committed to another girl and they look happy together? How come guys would all of a sudden prop up of your life and suddenly be gone and then you’ll find out they are with somebody else? There's this guy I like who seem to like me as well

First And Final

You were seated across the table, eyeing me intently. It's been awhile I had an eye-to-eye contact with someone of the opposite sex. It felt so intimate, penetrating my soul. Your gaze pierced through me, making me feel so vulnerable that when I opened my mouth to speak, I stuttered.  I tried to do the same. I didn't blink as I studied your face. Our eyes were the ones talking, immersed in their own intimate conversation. I was the first one to look away, breaking the tension that is building up. I realized that what we were having is making me weak little by little, pulling down my defenses and disarming me. I focused my attention to something else, doing my best to appear nonchalant but to no avail. I couldn't help but to look again. Damn it, you were still staring at me. I don't know exactly if I was anxious or elated. And I'm not sure if it ever showed in my face. Then, you did something that gave me butterflies in my stomach. You smiled. A mischievious kind of

I Need Some Sleep

I am writing this while I am in the office. My workstation is located a few feet away from the glass wall. It is raining very hard outside and I can hear the whistling blow of the wind, I can see the rainwater slamming on the surface  then flowing downwards like tiny slits trying to make slashes on the glass then slowly diminishing to become big droplets of water sliding down. While everyone is clamoring about how good of a bed weather we are having right now, how good it is to just stay home and sleep, I have been having difficulty lulling myself to sleep for the past few days because of this weather.Aside from the hassle of getting to and from work to home due to the heavy rains, cold temperature and muddy streets, the sound of the heavy rain on our roof is really giving me a hard time sleeping. I thought working for additional two hours every day would give me that mental and physical exhaustion so that when I get home, I will have no other longing but to sleep. All I have right