Space Between

They say, you do not fully love someone if trust is not present. But what if you have grown to love someone altogether with the entire cast of trust, and, eventually, one of the casts breaks down? Again and again without remorse. Is love then questionable? My building of trust which took me quite a while to rebuild was again ruined by a very lame-hitting bat.   I don’t understand why such happened.   Outside factors believe that I may have been holding on tight. I would definitely want to refute that. Even this someone, would, I believe so. And even if otherwise,   I strongly believe that nobody deserves that.   And then again, I still cannot understand. You see, I am facing the altar in months. And on my road towards there, I need full force on my hands. If only I could pick up the broken glasses on my way there, I would. But then, it does neither take my way there nor months to pick them up.    I don’t even know if these glasses can be ...

I am truly saddened by the news of the death of a freshman student of UP Manila who took her life, supposedly, due to her inability to financially sustain her education. Yes, I said it right—UP Manila. The University which is said to house bright students  incapable of financing for their education. The State University  dubbed as the University of the People.  If such caused this unfortunate event, then, what has happened to UP that we all have known? According to write-ups, this freshie teenaged-girl qualified under bracket D of the STFAP (if you are from UP, you must know this. Otherwise, I don’t want to explain.). And, students under Bracket D are required to pay PhP300 per unit. Also, from what I grasped from the world of information, her parents failed to meet the deadline for filing of the requirements necessary for her to qualify under a lower bracket.—Just a background, when I was in college, an ordinary student pays almost the same amount every semester. Y...

Dear Anne Curtis,   I am one of your number one fans. Ok. Ok. I may not be your number one, two or three fan, but I adore you. I’m truly infatuated with your antics. You are the reason why I always take a look at Showtime even though I am not into variety shows.   You put me in awe with your ways of defending yourself in a non-virgin-non-promiscuous way. You make me wanna have your singing voice—Nah. Not really, though. But that’s how I am enchanted by you. And that even though your record is not typically clean, with numerous boys, drinking spree, wild nights, people still feel that you will still make it to Heaven. Yes, almost all the people I know love you, most especially your choice of clothes. But then, there are times that I don’t understand why you have to show a lot. You know you don’t have to.   Sometimes, it just leans away to your fun image and rather makes you one of those celebrities who show-than-wear to get a career.   I k...

A lot of things has happened in the past months.   As they say, it has been a roller coaster ride of emotions with some other free rides.   Let me then recount my trip to my park of life. As I have posted on my Facebook account, I recently got engaged to the man who believes waking up in the morning beside my morning aura would be the best thing on Earth. Of course, I likewise share the same.   But as we bring ourselves closer to being  on the same bed every morning, I certainly believe that we need a lot of carpentry. We are not a perfect couple. In fact, there are times that we seem not a happy one.   We fought, fight, fight again and will fight almost every other day of our life together.   We get frustrated with our differences.   We almost neared blowing off the fire. We merely sang “Water Runs Dry” by Boyz2Men.    I know we are bothered by such differences and that these bring our arguments far, farther and even farther than...

I have maintained a long list of dreams with my friends. The longest might be is with my UPIS friends as we have been together since we have not gotten our monthly visits yet. Some in the list were ignored. Some were missed. Some were still trying to be achieved.   But, finally, one, was made into reality. I would like to think that every girl’s dream is to wear a beautiful gown and walk down the altar together with her equally lovely parents while her groom is waiting for her, crying.   This same idea was part of our dream list.   Hence, when one of us finally wore a white dress and was brought by her parents to her crying groom, I realized that one in the list is formally and inarguably marked with a big check. Apparently, it’s not me. It’s another friend of mine whom we thought would not go first. Well, that’s basing on our night dreams we have collected in years.   So after a year of preparation and years of waiting, Lyn and Julie finally cut singlehood o...

Christmas is really a time for spending. As I was looking for something to ask my Santa (for our Christmas party) what I want for the holidays, my curious eyes caught this machine I have long longed for. You see, I'm a fan of fashion. I love making new outfits from old ones. I think I can saw with my own hands, though. Well, just the basics. Don't get me wrong. I still can't compete with even small time tailors. So, I still have to pay for cuts, adjustments on my newly-made old finds. Then, I found this animal. :) Now, I can buy my own materials and make my own. I'm actually hoping to cut my expenses on clothes because I already need a new cabinet for my current and my room does not permit it anymore. So for someone as frugal as me, I hope this will do a little help. Time for a new career! Get this: I got it at half of its original price. Lucky me. :)

Our Boston Terrier, Bruce, has been missing since 26 October 2012. We have 3 dogs- a fierce Spitz-Pomeranian bitch, a prim and exclusive askal who is more than 50 dog-years old, and the youngest, the ugly-but-very-cute Boston Terrier named Bruce. Everytime I arrive home, these 3 creatures reach for my arms like kids asking for pasalubongs. The bitch runs first while Bruce scratches my legs or leaves prints on my pants as the older one digs him to the ground for him to stop competing with their only muse. Hence, coming home one night with noticeably no black, separate-eyed small dog jumping for joy almost saying "Mommy’s home", is something indeed very unusual. He has not come back home since then. I would want to think that he might have just lost his way home. But days say that he might have been dognapped.  So many speculations have been running in our heads thinking on where he might be. But the question remains unanswered- Where is our baby Brucey?!? I pray tha...