suck and sweet

SUCK: I, together with my other colleagues, needed to go to our firm’s office in makati to take an online training. we’re only given an hour and a half for this, and of course, it wasn’t enough. more than 30minutes were consumed by travel time and more than an hour was wasted to fix the pc connection and our account for the exam. waiting time’s actually more than the test itself. ugh. good thing though, IT personnel there’s kewl and funny but still, the hustle and bustle of it all, the throng of people, crowded sidewalks, people always in a hurry plus the heavy traffic, I couldn’t honestly believe I survived working there for over 2years. now, I can’t imagine myself going back. ortigas’ cozy enough for me.

and my suck didn’t stopped there. my shoes won’t cooperate. I needed to buy a pair of slippers coz my feet were already screaming in pain.

and sitting next to a drunk perv old man in a bus on my way home ain’t really the better way to cap my evening off. really. my face was practically outside the window just to inch away from that horrible creature. he was practically lying all over the couch meant for a 3-seater, with his eyes locked on my lower extremities. I was constantly looking if there’s something I was unaware of revealing but found none. Embracing my bag super tight, I sat there willing that bus ride to be over. I was actually praying while holding that pepper spray on a tight grip. God, I was scared. I was trying to look for a seat where I could transfer. I saw the conductor’s concern when he saw my situation.. he motioned me to move to the newly-vacant seat a row away. Gathering all my strength, and willing my body to stop shaking, I stood up and forced my self out of that perv-guarded cage. God was I relieved. Still, today suck — big time. I wish I kicked his balls.

SWEET: I wish I could say my getting a perfect score at the assessment was worth it, but IT REALLY IS NOT. to hell to that damn examination.


They say flowers bloom in spring
Red and golden, blue and pink
They say seasons turn in time
Theirs are changing, why won’t mine?

It must be winter in my heart
There’s nothing warm in there at all
I missed the summer and the spring
The floating yellow leaves of fall


— Winter in my Heart, The Avett Brothers

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Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in
Are you aware the shape I’m in
My hands they shake my head it spins
Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age
Your dreams to catch the world, the cage
The highway sets the traveler’s stage
All exits look the same


— I and Love and You, the Avett Brothers

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"Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?"

Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You”  (via ding-ang-bato)

(Source: likeafieldmouse, via wintermelodia)


Truth is, I have never felt love. I have no idea what it’s supposed to be. But I have cared, a little too much than enough. And it broke me. Caring too much broke me. Now, I’m frightened of feeling love. It might pulverize me to oblivion when it departs.

kamakailan lamang nang aking mapagtanto
na ang takot ko’y buong buo
hindi kapiraso

ang dami ng mga ito
ay higit pa nga yata
sa dami ng buhok sa aking ulo

ang kabog sa dibdib ay
higit sa lakas
ng kahol ng asong
nakakita ng multo

ang lukot ng mukhang
di malaman ang ekspresyon kung ano
ay sindami ng linya
riyan sa palad mo

bagabag ng pusong kabado
ano nga bang himig mo?
ano nga bang nais mo?

sasayaw ka na lamang ba sa
indayog ng mundo?

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Lil things:

i. pistachios from nepal resident mission
ii. chocs from ms. france
iii. a keychain actually from france courtesy of ms. betsy :)

remember, you will go there with nothing, so if you end up getting nothing, don’t be too hard on yourself. there is really nothing to lose, except prolly, you’ll get a slight kick on yer self esteem, but other than that, nothing else, really. drill that in yer head ok? Inhale, Exhale. here comes nothing.

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forgive yourself. when you break a stem at your neighbor’s garden. when you break a bone from parts you never knew was capable of feeling. when you break entirely because you’re tired of breaking. forgive. forgive. forgive. always.

(via thediaryofayounglady)


Stop your parents’ car
I just saw a shooting star
We can wish upon it
But we wont share the wish we made
But I cant keep no secrets,
I wish that you would always stay

Last night I dreamt the whole night long
I woke with a head full of songs
I spent the whole day
I wrote ‘em down, but its a shame
Tonight I’ll burn the lyrics,
‘Cause every chorus was your name.


— Laundry Room, Avett Brothers

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