Vibrant hues of my imagination and my real world.

A Beautiful Mind

I want to see things as a 12-yr old again. Back then, I don’t see the ugly nor the bad. I always believed that each and everyone is created beautifully in their own way. And I pity those who can’t see beauty within themselves. And I pray for them. I was once filled with hopes and dreams. I never thought of how hard I’ll have to work for it, I just focus on the goal and strive for it. I was brave when it comes to dreaming.

I never looked at other people’s physical appearances. Although I do know how to distinguish beautiful from ugly, it was never really an issue for me. ‘Cause our parents taught us that having a pure heart is what truly matters.

Growing up as the youngest and only girl, Mama and Papa were really strict. So I also grew up in fear. Fear of committing a mistake. Fear of turning them and the people around me down. Fear of not being good enough.

So in the eyes of a 12-yr old me, I never expected others to be perfect… But I try my hardest to at least come close to being perfect.


Why I hate Rob

You know how I love chill-out songs, and therefore, love hearing ambienty and almost ethereal voices… That’s why I hate Rob Thomas’ singing voice. Everytime I hear him straining his own vocal chords, it stings in my ear. The stinging sound I also hear from Britney Spears.

That’s right. Rob Thomas is the male counterpart of Britney Spears. It all makes sense now.

Dear Broken Heart

I have zilch memory of you. Or so I thought…

You dropped by yesterday which caught me off guard. I had no clue I’d be seeing you again, not right now. But your visit reminded me and made me realize things about myself. My weaknesses and stuff I should do to avoid you.

What’s insane is that I was able to take a glimpse of  the status of my relationship through an objective point of view. Feelings and emotions enclosed for a while. And however cliché it may sound, truth does hurt. That’s where you came in, continuously knocking on my door, not taking “no” for an answer. You wanted to stay. So bad.

Your grip was very strong. You’re like a devil whispering in my head. You won’t let me go. And I almost gave in. Almost.

But then I met his eyes. His eyes were like skies that will rain. I felt his warm hands over mine. I felt the fast beating of his heart through his chest. And I can’t stop crying. I love him so much, no amount of words could ever explain…

I’m sorry broken heart. You can’t stay here for long anymore. I hope not to see you ever again. But thank you for letting me take a step back to analyze things.

You know something’s wrong when he often gets mad at you for every little thing you do, or when he starts to look at other girls (not discreetly) this time. But you ask him what’s wrong? Are you mad at me? And he only smiles at you and put his arms around you like nothing’s wrong.

When did all of this start? Why didn’t I even notice it? Am I too stubborn and complacent? Or are you too sensitive?

I haven’t felt anything like this again since I met you. I never thought I’d cry in my sleep again, not because of you.

However hurt I am, I still thank you for being honest enough to admit that you think of another girl that way. However shocked I am, I still thank you for telling me all this that you’re not ready yet. However guilty I am, I still thank you for giving “us” another chance…

Like I said, I’m willing to wait if that’s what it takes to let you know how much I love you and how much I want to be the “one” for you.

  • Man killed in front of wife, son in Pampanga
  • Jail guard killed in Antique hostage-taking
  • 2 killed in Misamis Oriental rebel attack
  • Restaurant owner killed in Cavite
  • Security guard killed by fellow guard in CDO
  • Lawyer killed in Dumaguete

On the ABS-CBN today, links to these are what I found. Makes me wonder, are we truly that unsafe nowadays? Isn’t there any “positive” news our media could provide? Isn’t there any other breaking news reports available besides unsolved crimes, murderers, senate hearings, KC- Piolo break-up, and terrorist bombings?

Too much negativity results to cynical views and probably a loser-dom nation.

You know you’re getting old when you prefer music you grew up listening to instead of the music currently playing on the radio. You know you’ve matured when you almost always find yourself enjoying the company of people who have substance more than just people to laugh with and share gossip with. You know you’re leaving your 20’s-hood behind when all of your friends and classmates are either getting married or are starting to raise their own family. You know that when your bills start to bloat dramatically, it’s the start of a responsibility and a future much bigger.

And where could have all the years gone by?

Besides having signs of wrinkles and dry skin, metabolism slowing down and blood sugar problems; I’ve also stored a number of memories and experiences to cherish, mistakes and wrong decisions to learn from, more pictures and videos of me, my family and friends collected, gained much more confidence and aggressiveness, made new friends, etc.

I pretty much have had an adventurous ride of life which makes me wanting and hoping for more… Cheers to my 28 years, 8 months, and 18 days of existence, cheers to my last few years (or months rather) of 20’s-hood!

Purple is the New Red

Way back in high school and college, when asked which color is my favorite, I automatically say (with no hesitations), “Red”. But when you visit my closet, you can hardly see a red in it. It’s mostly whites, blues, yellows and pinks. So where did I get that my favorite color is red? Where else but my mom’s.

As I grew up and start to spread my own wings, away from my mom’s shadow (somehow)… I began to realize and discover myself more. And yes, that involves picking my OWN favorite color too.

Now, when people ask me which color is my favorite, I automatically say (with no hesitations), “Orange”. But when you visit my closet, you can hardly see an orange in it. It’s all whites, pinks, blues, yellows and mostly purples.