While walking along Boylston Ave., I was thinking about the stupid things I've done over the year. Mga karumal dumal na pangyayari na hindi ko mawari kung bakit naganap.Hehe.

1. Picture this: foreign country, first time to walk through the block, a slight drizzle, no umbrella, just a jacket and a cap to keep me dry, i was looking for no. 750. I ( Read more... )

They say its for the best. That there are things left unsaid. Questions left unanswered. Feelings left undefined. Sometime next year, a ring will be on your finger. And my voice can no longer be heard. Yes, it will still be "for the best.

We can always find blame in alcohol, cigarettes (well, my brand of poison, although I have yet to hear a defense ( Read more... )

There are just some days that won't work out right for you.

It starts with a few kinks upon waking up.

You run out of conditioner and you only come to know this when you can no longer get out of the shower.

Your crisp white shirt has a smudge you did not see while preparing for your office outfit the night before. You rush to look for a ( Read more... )

I had my design in mind. I know where it will be. Just need an artist to execute my idea.

Browsed the web. Ricky Sta. Ana, president of Philtag, has just opened a shop in SM North Edsa. Credentials sound good. He's on the Muziklaban event sponsored by Red Horse.

September 12, 2009. After my dental appointment (to have my braces adjusted, yes, ( Read more... )

It was raining hard as I exited the building. But the sound of water and wind pounding on the roof and pavement is nothing compared to the beating my chest cavity is trying hard to contain.

I was supposed to say something. I was supposed to hear an answer to a question that has been nagging my inactive brain cells for months. But I did not.

A ( Read more... )

I am staring at you, my one last stick, from the new Marlboro Menthol black and green box I just bought yesterday from Mini-Stop. Yes, in a span of two days, I was able to consume a box. That is equal to 20 sticks in two days. Why am I smoking too much?

Blame it on the exams, blame it on the freaking issues hounding my severely tired brain, blame ( Read more... )

I really don't remember how it all started. I guess there was just this one lazy Monday or Tuesday afternoon in the office when we felt the urge to drink the boredom away. We were all quite hung over the respite that weekend offered.

Of course, it did not help that office issues seem to spring at the start of the work week. I can still remember ( Read more... )

It was a good thing I did not host Pupuy's baby shower. It is much better that way. Free flowing food and booze, the dancing lolas prancing after the DIs (my mom has this group of septuagenarians who shares her love of ballroom dancing. every week, they hire their favorite DI and attempt ballroom dancing at the village clubhouse.), the rotarians ( Read more... )

He is the silent one. Never lifts his head from his notebook. Headphones nestle to cover his ears from the daily bustle of the office. You have to go stand in his line of vision for him to notice you and remove his headphones. And for that one or two minutes that he is oblivious to my presence, I ogle.

For the first three months of my existence in ( Read more... )

Last night, while completing my daily nicotine fix, i opened three boxes of his letters. Seven years worth of letters, seven years of ups and downs, seven years of familiarity.

It was as if seven years did not pass when I saw him again. Of course, there was a certain "ilang" feeling when I first met him. But it may be due to the fact that I really ( Read more... )