Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Viaje Para El Alma

I’m no fun when it comes to riding a jeep, or traveling for that matter. I don’t know if those whom I have traveled with noticed it, but whenever I’m on a ride, my system automatically shuts down. I become quiet. Usually that would be an indication that it is now my subconscious that’s working.

I enjoy traveling. For me it’s a form of therapy and an escape. It is a time when I lock myself up from reality and try to think really hard. That’s how my ride becomes a journey -- a journey to my soul. It is a journey about my issues, hopes, insecurities, could-have-been, and my other wishful thinking that I try to ignore and push away as I try to cope up with reality. With LIFE. 

Long ride doesn’t bother me, so does traffic and waiting for other passengers to fill up the jeep (Unless I’m running late to my class or to an important meeting). I enjoy the moment as I listen to the omnipresent sound of the world and slowly it turns into poetry of noise as I start to embark on my journey.  

Saturday, August 27, 2011

True Friends Find Ways

*Me venting my misery to my friend Ghe before our Comp Lab class

ME:    Super down talaga ako ngayon....*blah blah blah*
GHE: O? Alam mo gusto talaga kita ilibre ng ice cream ngayon.
ME:   *Face lights up* Talaga? :">
GHE: Uo, may pera ka ba dyan? Pautang muna para malibre kita ng ice cream, wala na kasi akong pera eh.
ME:   0__o

Hahaha. I ended up laughing my lungs out.
I super appreciate it. Thanks.

P.S. I treated her instead. :))

Drowning. Help.

My emotions took a dive. And now I’m struggling to swim back to the surface to see the sunshine again.

These past few weeks, it seems that my happiness took an early vacation and left me. I hate this feeling, whatever this is. My pocket that’s used to be full of sunshine is now empty. The things that can make me smile have no effect on me anymore (even my crush…he’s still my crush though).

But the worst part is, no one seems to notice.

Looks like I have to learn to swim fast.

I have to be my own hero again.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Worries go down better with food.

That's why the words friends and  food trip exist.
Chic-Boy with Paxies

Fro-yo with Ghe

Dunkin' Cafe with Ghe

Peyups with Paula and M2 boys