Cupcakes are comfort food. Just when I need them the most.

Yesterday, Phoebe handed me over two cupcakes, in a box, and embarrassingly said, “they bled! I didn’t really even want to give them to you because they bled! look! ” The microscopic “bleed” of the icing was well, microscopic ( maybe beyond microscopic because I really could not see them ) and showed how OC my friend was. The cute cupcakes, white sprinkled with cheerful colors were mine for the day.
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Just sharing one of the most beautiful song’s I’ve ever heard.

No More I Love You’s by Annie Lennox

I used to be lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh but now…
(I don’t find myself bouncing round whistling
and fortunes to make me cry)
No more “I love you’s”
The language is leaving me
No more “I love you’s”
Changes are shifting outside the word
(The lover speaks about the monsters)
I used to have demons in my room at night
Desire,despair,desire,so many monsters
Oh but now…
(I don’t find myself bouncing round whistling
and fortunes to make me cry)
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June 21st marked a very very rainy day for the summer girl, but the rains were kind enough to hold their rage until I went home past midnight. It poured endlessly on the 22nd, thank God I was allowed to celebrate my birthday with semi-decent weather. Goodbye sunshine , hello chilly solitude.

As I turn a year older, I would want some things in my life to happen somehow. Life is short, time flies fast, and I can’t even sit still to see them pass me by. I feel the need to do something.

I wish that I could save enough this year to be able to fly somewhere wonderful and study and learn about the thing I’ve been most passionate about all my life.

It’s the biggest risk that I’ll be taking, but maybe it would be worth it.

Just maybe.

I wish to forget someone who forgot about me as well. Words hold no value anymore once it is proven to be said carelessly. No taking back, I hold everything as it is.

I also wish to keep myself busy until the end of the year and keep on being productive.

I want to prove to myself that I can do whatever I want , only if I will it to be.

I also wish that my friendships would grow stronger in time as I learn who my real friends are, and I know whom are definitely worth keeping. I wish that my family would love me this much as I love them.

I wish to be able to smile everyday for the rest of my life.

What are your wishes for me?

I’m more than fulfilled from my trip last weekend as I got to realize alot of things.

The sound of the waves make me take a deep breathe and thank God I’m alive. It is such cheerful music that greets me everytime I visit the sea. It also seeps away every trace of

The sight of sea and sand greets me home, rewards my sight, and tells me that all my hard work has paid off.

It is just the perfect ambience that makes me reaffirm, and stop denying that I love life. Yes, I realized that I love my life, I have tons of things to be thankful for, and I must go forward, reach for my dreams, and never take an obstacle as a reason to stop.

I’m glad to have had a silent retreat to my sanctuary before I shed off a year from my life soon. It reminded me that the spirit does not age, as I can keep on dreaming and living child-like and very much in awe of the world.

I gotta say, I love the view. It’s perfect. I’m seeing beautiful things.

Labels, or love?

Sex and The City has got to be the movie of the year. I’ve never seen this much groups of friends watching movies together. We were a group of seven girls ( straight from makeup class ), and my friend tells me his boss’ was a group of 14 who watched it! I think , more than a movie for lovers, Sex and the City is ultimately the girl-friend flick of the year.

Fabulous, breath-stopping clothes, laugh-out loud jokes, and tore-my-heart heartbreaks, Sex and the City drives me to a quiet reflection on how happy I am to have really good friends to be with me thick and thin.

Life isn’t perfect in any way, one might want to give up at one point in one’s life, but the existence of wonderful support systems are just the driving forces to look on the brighter side and fight. Fight for one’s space in the world, fight for one’s happiness in this only life we’re given to live. Friends are blessings that God gave us to help us see the beauty of breathing and looking at the world with Prada shades, through good times, and bad times.
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…is that it’s asking me to melt my frozen heart. The warmth of summer has made me forget my heart’s pleas of being able to beat again, as I walked the earth too silently. Without heartbeats.

Now as I wake up, I see water. I see damp surroundings. Gray skies. All asking me to thaw this heart of mine. And feel. To keep me warm. To revive my spirit. To regain my soul. To keep me alive.

It’s hard to ignore what it is asking from me because I’m freezing. And surprisingly, I don’t mind at all.

One night, when I was hanging out with a guy friend of mine I haven’t heard from since highschool, he told me, ” If I were THAT depressed, I would’ve dated her.”

Right then and there, inexplainable frustration welled inside of me as I could not help but blurt out, “So, what happens when you’re not depressed anymore, you leave that girl? So how about her? Did you know that maybe she would have been so attached to you ? How could you let go just that fast? How could you? ”

Okay, I’ve officially made my friend feel like he was the devil. He finished his drink and did not say a word.
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As I try to escape the misery, I suddenly thank someone up there who structured my emotional DNA to recuperate from hurtful situations in a lightning speed.

I get so broken one day, and the day after, I suddenly doubt if I ever felt anything at all.

Give it a few days, and my memory cooperates as it slowly erases you from my database. I will almost not remember the events that transpired.

No nerve to my heart connects the hurtful things you’ve said, my memory starts to mist up like a fog as it hardly remembers your smile that was once so vivid in my mind.

Longing has been reduced to mere indifference. I get to sleep more often now.

You’re almost nothing. In my eyes. In my heart.

You’re reduced to dust that just passed me without any impact. At most, some irritation that you got in my eye?

You’re just a part of yesterday that I can hardly hardly remember.

Emotional amnesia. That’s what I love about me.

A heavy boulder in my heart
Makes me fail to feel anything
But pain.
I’m sinking.
Deeper and deeper into the dark.
I cannot breathe.

If life were a dream, everyone who has worked so hard for something would’ve gotten the good fortune that they deserved.

Diligent students spend sleepless nights, giving all their hearts and minds, and are sure to ace the oral exam the day after.

Employees who work with all their passion and perseverance all get promotions and live a better life.

Girls who want their men, just give them enough attention, and show them that they’d care, and it’s a sure shot reciprocity of love.

Guys who want their ladyloves just camp out of their houses everyday and it’s a marriage waiting to happen.

Happy endings are earned by those who pray every night, do good to humanity, and be obedient sons and daughters, or good students.

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