Space Between

Just sharing some of the beautiful quotes I got from Chico Garcia's blog: The rain doesn’t fall on one roof alone. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. If all good things come to an end, all bad things will eventually end too. The first step towards getting somewhere, is deciding that you are not going to stay where you are. Don’t let what you cannot do interfere with what you can. Sometimes, the answer is given when we stop questioning. Jamie Sullivan, mandy moore ’s character in “A Walk to Remember”: “Maybe God has a better plan than I have for myself.” Not being able to do everything is no excuse for not doing everything you can. When you confront a problem, you begin to solve it. Most of us are praying for mountains to be removed, when what we really need to pray for is the strength to climb them. It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. Courage does not always roar. Sometimes it is a quiet voice that urges you on. Learn from...

How do you pull the hands of the clock to move faster? How do you click the dates to change in a snap? How do you bring the sun to shine and rise more frequently? How do you wait for the next tomorrow to finally come today?  Yet, how do you do those when you know it’ll still be the same after? Every day is like sitting on top of a pile of nails.  Every hour is like understanding the Ishopekilan language. Every minute is like inhaling blue air.  Every second is like a new pair of jeans that simply doesn’t fit. I guess, this dilemma of feeling the same nail pinned on your back will be unending.  Unless of course, I grab a new hammer to pull it back.  But, until I finally get one, it’ll continue to drench me with pain. I have been in this disease for years now and I must admit, it is partly my fault. It is me to blame for wanting comfort in life. It is me to point at for aiming to earn more regularly.  And it is me to kill for choosing an unfamili...

And now its creeping in my veins again.  Thankfully, I already found the other piece of my heart. Now, I am still looking for the missing parts of my career. Still, wishing myself luck.

Thank you to and for my wonderful parents. I know you think of me as a little bit of bad girl but here’s I tell you—Righteousness is still unrealized  by many to be not synonymous to being bad.—I know you love me and I truly love you more. Thank you to and for the things that I tend to neglect to thank for.  I dont intend to, really. Thank you to and for my office friends for making everyday bearable.  I know sometimes I talk a lot.  I know you get it though. I love you girlets (counting fingers).  Thank you to and for my opportunity to work and get paid. I know, still, there are lots of buts, but, again,  I have to realize that I still have to be thankful. Thank you to and for my other opportunity to go to school. Not only for the side benefit I gained from it, but, also for making my neurons kick again. Thank you to and for my friends from everywhere.  A text message may be sufficient but is still nothing compared to a cold beer and hot din...

My friends told me that I became “normal” again since my heart found its permanent job.   Well, the argument on being “normal” is still being deliberated and has yet to be proven. Rather, I would like to blog something differently.   Honestly, I have nothing to write.   Im just in the desire to change the mood of this blog. I may sound defensive here, but, when I posted my creations before, dates of posting were not reflections of my mood during that day.   As the disclaimers below each say, “late posting” or “posted some months ago”.  There.   But just to reiterate, I WAS a malandi   so postings were not for one person alone.    (Notice the use of WAS? Haha. Notice being super defensive? It's I guess better that way than to be wrongly-assumed.) Honestly again, I still have nothing to write.   I’m just in the mood to add something on this blog.   Thanks to work (My boss will kill me if she discovers I’m doing this today. Just...

I feel bad.   I felt bad.   Allegations are yet to be proven.   Evidences are half-true, then, are half-false.   But later I’ll be fine again.