that getaway made me soft.

i never realized how much i've changed.
this epiphany should've dawned on me while i was there, but i guess i was too busy being there.
the closest i got to reflecting was the 30-minute lamok-fest on the balcony on our last night and that was sort of ruined by those three girls in wigs plying their wares harhar on the boulevard.

oh well.
i can't wait to be busy again -- it'll make me forget.

surprise

in the 7 years i've known J, i never would've have pegged him to be the quiet, introspective one.

he called the place inspirational. i could not have chosen a more appropriate word. maybe that's why i want to move there.

cosmic dares are so IRRITATING

that there's nothing you can do but laugh. harharHAARRRGH!
this showed up in my inbox this morning.



parang nagyari na to :p

EAVESDROPPER!

my goddaughter, katie

i feel old.
haha.

the day after

i went out into the lobby, a lit stick in hand, smoked and
hoped that if i stared long enough into the blank wall fronting our building, it will turn into the bay in dumaguete.

dapat siguro hindi sigarilyo ang hinithit ko :p

why sir frank is the best.

my dad came in my room, saw me, took of his glasses and held it to the light.
"wala namang tint ah. ba't ang itim mo?"

patience and perspective

iza: pero mare, he has to cut you some slack -- yun lang.
vera: i guess. i'm tired na. i'm tired and it's making me all kinds of sad and frustrated.
iza: patience mare,patience.
vera: putang inang patience yan.

i can do patient, as long as i know there's something i'm gunning for. it doesn't matter if it isn't in sight, as long as i know it's there. eh pano kung i decide pala to scrap everything na lang and then yun pala ...
hay.

whodathunk that the 'parallel lines' analogy i came up with will come back and bite me in the ass?
ang laki pa naman ng pwet ko.
maybe i'm viweing the lines sa wrong perspective.



she says it's too soon to walk away, and my heart agrees but the tick-tocking in my head says it's overdue.
emotional decisions almost always had me bawling my heart out.
cerebral decisions almost always had me balling my fist.

she thinks that my fortressed soul and my calloused heart make me impenetrable.
of course not.
you just have to tell me.

knock.