This is all too surreal. I can't think. I can't stop crying. The five stages of grief keep cycling over and over. And over. R.I.P. May Guevara, fondly known to us as Auntie Nene, and to me as my Ninang. I love you and will miss you always. It's not the ...

i'm spent. it's alluring. and thrilling. it's everything i've always wanted it to be. minus the part that it's also everything i never thought it would be. i always thought that this, this thing right here is where i've wanted to be. so i've made it so that it would be ...

& that's it. That's my past few weeks summed up in two words. I'm tired. No hidden meaning. No pretense. No underlying message. My feet are sore. My back aches. My wrists are stiff. My hands are dry. The bags underneath my eyes keep getting darker and darker. & I barely have the ...

pun, INTENDED! haha!! i look crosseyed in my student ID. and my first day of school was so fun. =]

let it be known, henceforth the plagues of disappointment from which heavy sighs of reluctance, mildly juxtaposed with compassion, have beseiged all such capacities to endear, i concede no victory on this front, and thusly forfeit all of my continuing efforts much to my chagrin. in other words: ---- ---

and the world is still. after you're done giving up everything, when the people who once held high importance to you can no longer fight for your attention, when loose ends remain miles apart from each other, and the smooth gradients of the hills you're treking grow rougher and steeper,   after your ...

hang me.

my family comes first. (...to the rescue) i have been having such a fabulously great summer so far. and i give thanks for all of my blessings. i have, however, been going through a couple of rough patches that don't really matter, but matter. if that makes in sense. in comparison to ...

about an hour ago, i told everyone with whom i was chatting on AIM that i was going to bed for the night. instead, i've been up dealing with this garbage. what a shitty hole. anyways. now i'm sleepy and tired.

i've had horribly mixed feelings about lots and lots of different things. & feeings. & emotions & questions & answers and more questions&answers. and instead of stopping. or assesing the problems i've been ignoring the mess. because it is just one huge mess. this isn't one of those "the world is going to end" kinda things. but still i feel like i don't ...

something that's lost is always in the last place you look otherwise, it wouldn't be lost. heh. so, is it then, that the object for which you're looking is not at fault for "being lost" rather, the person, the finder, isn't doing an adequate job of...well...finding. huh. there are more of these. i'm just too lazy to write.

This thought is a little overdue, but I really dislike the song "Unfaithful" by Rihanna. I didn't post my disdain for it when it was first released as a single because I never got around to it. At any rate, I dislike the song a lot because the song is ...

i love my family. pics from our AAMAAAAZZZZIIINNNNNGGGG trip to South Beach can be found here in the censored version hehe

=)

"you're right" was why i left. ......... I will bring you hot soup when you are sick because you need it, not because you asked me. he said that the definiton of friendship is to give without warranting expectation of a return. It's been a struggle, definately. When I took a risk ...