Barefoot

Disclaimer: Since Multiply will be gone by Decemeber, I decided to get my old pictures and save the blogs that I posted. Here's one. I think I wrote this 4th year in highschool or 1st year in College.            Funny, how sometimes it is to take a death just to realize how important someone’s life was.  Indeed, there are people who give so much meaning to our lives even if they cross our path only very briefly. When they move on, they continue to touch our hearts. Could you imagine when the last time was we let these people know how happy we were that they had been parts of our journey? How lucky we were that they were been our friends and we love them so much?             Loosing someone without a fight could be the hardest battle I ever endured. Knowing that me against the creator would be really such a difficult situation. When I lost my grandmother six years ago, it was su...

We commonly call them as FRIENDS . People who are always there to support us, to make us laugh and to share our laughter, to cry with us and shed our tears, and even sometimes fight with us and fight for us, to understand our every own actions and emotions, but the best thing with them, is that they LOVE us in such way that we can’t define. I call them TOT Balloon-ers! :) I can say that I am blessed enough to have these people in my life. They are the one who save me from insanity. Ones who keep me sane when my world turns out to be crazy as shit.  They are always there, on times when my life is on a rollercoaster ride whether if it is about career, family issues, financial and especially love life.  As what I quote from an essay that I read,  " Friendship is noble. Friendship is divine. A true friend is really a gift of God."   We've been together for two years now but if we will look back, it seems like a lifetime of friendship. Though some...

When I was a kid, I used to think everyday happenings were so automatic. As if everything followed a strict schedule. I used to think the sun would rise at an appointed time without fail or that my mom would promptly arrive everyday at this particular time. Was I at a lost when I realized that the sun didn't shine one day with the clouds lazily drifting above. Was I at the brink of tears when my mom had arrived hours late.  We've become so used to things. Life becomes all too predictable. The mundane. But what I've come to discover that the mundane isn't so bland and so ordinary, after all. In the mundane, we find the out-of-the-ordinary. Try spotting a dot or even a speck in a sea of lines. Lines seem to go on forever, well in fact, they do just like the experience of the mundane but once that speck finds its way into the world of lines, it'll instantly stand out. And it is precisely because of the everyday things that we learn to distinguish and identify what'...

LOVE is everywhere .     ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥ You're walking on the street and saw someone holding a bunch of roses or a box of chocolate.  You saw couples how they cuddle themselves or people holding hands. What do we expect right? Its the delusional day to celebrate heart's day. :l I dunno how many February have passed that I am just celebrating it alone or with friends. I can't remember anymore. But the good thing is that I have single friends to mingle with. Laughter is the best cure in a day like this. Envious for one day is fine. ;) So far my Valentines Day went well. So I can say I don't need a boyfriend. (woah!)  My agent Jinky gave me a heart chocolate candy, my close friend Brix treat me starbucks coffee and Alex gav...

Its 5 o'clock in the morning and I am soooo hungry! So I raid the fridge and here's what I found. Between Banana cake and pizza from Sbarro , I chose the Pizza!!  DIG IN!!! I prefer eating leftover food. I found it more delicious rather than a newly fresh baked or cooked food. :)  GOOD MORNING!!! :) 

is to go back when life was simple. those times that I only cry for a piece of candy or for a single penny; those times that I only feel pain every time my clumsiness attacks. those times when i only watch TV to see my favorite cartoon.. times that I only drink water and milk... times that the only reason i want to go outside is because I want to play "patintero" with my friends.. times that the only place I know were school and home.  All i want is to go back in those times where i was just a simple kid  who will sit quietly and wait for her mom to come home.

I find Sunday as the most laziest day of the week. This is the day when I feel like not going to work the next day which is the notorious Monday. :( Hayys! The day when I feel of eating everything that I can see and grab from the fridge, sit on the couch, turn on the TV watch movie until I fall asleep. Sunday is lazy but fun and I want everyday is Sunday.  Here in our house at Antipolo, I usually spend Sunday afternoon alone. My dad, whose the only person here, not to mention that out dog Frankie is missing, used to do his own thing every Sunday so I don't have a choice but to enjoy being alone till Mommy and Nanay are home. I grab this opportunity to experiment on food. Haha! And look what I got...  Seriously, its good!! :) Instead of having a whip cream, mayonnaise can be an alternative. :)  Must try! 

Gawd! Its Monday already. Where did my weekend go?! Anyway, I need to do some errands today... grocery and will meet an old friend before I take a nap later. Its work mode again.  Here's what I got for you today guys!  I'm really not a fashionista but I prefer to have clothes that I feel comfortable. And shorts is always on the list. :) Happy Monday!!

12.12.11 We create our own little monster. And it scares the hell out of us. Its all coming back again. The last time I felt this was the time that he exploded the bomb. I was hurt. Really bad. Bigtime! Feels like I was hit by my own baseball bat right in front of my face. Jeez! I just can’t find the right words to type in here maybe because I never had the guts to say the words that I’m supposed to say. Those inclined words are words that I really don’t want to type. So pardon me. It’s been like… I dunno. I don’t wanna count at all. I’m just letting the time pass by. In a technical aspect, you as my reader can consider this as the finale of the tragic love series wherein there is really no love at all. Assumptions can kill, I’ll tell yah! There you go I was babbling again. I hate babbling coz I say things that doesn’t make sense to other people. Or maybe they just don’t understand or don’t want to understand. There’s a DIFFERENCE. Anyway, going back to the story. Well, yeah it w...