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Hello again my bloggy!

Been MIA for months as life has been very good to me lately. I’m still in the adjusting phase, weighing how to balance time between work, self and friends. When it comes to family, they always have me, no matter what and when. Ofcourse!

Its been almost a year since I started working as licensed nurse. I will make a separate blog post on this. An honorary post for my one year nursing life. Hows that?!

Met new people, but my new friends from work have been with me since then. I’ve had my firsts with them. Been going out to house parties and pubs with them and get intoxicated which made them hate the poor drunk me. Got to experience my first sleepover in the age of 29. Had my first time “family is away for the weekend, come over party” which ended up with my three guy friends coming over. But it ended up well as we were able to have mature talks. Met some guys, well because of my friends too. Also got to experience a friend’s wedding which is a first as well.

Get to be good in driving. Able to get out of my comfort route and able to drive outside the city.

Able to cook more and bake more and the outcome seems to be so delicious as people keep asking for more of it.

Maintained my 130 lbs weight for a year without exercising and not being too cautious with what I eat. But hey, work has been helping me with it bigtime!

But today on, I’ll be trying to be more proactive and make new posts.

Keep up!




Have you ever felt so trapped in a feeling that you know, even when you scream, no one can hear you?

You talk. A lot. So he can hear. You say, words, paragraphs so he can understand. But the walls he built are too high and so sound proofed that even the bomb can’t get pass through.

You deliver. Your gestures are huge and very noticeable. You show concern and affection. Liking and doing the things he like. But none of your effort seems to caught his chinky eyes.

You fish for his words, to questions you deliver as a joke. Laugh and pretend that you don’t really mean them. But deeply you are wounded and weeping, as the answers seem to justify no future for you two.

You want not to like him but the feelings doesn’t go away. You try to change your ways but still unnoticeable to his array. You want to touch him so he can feel your warmth and hug him tightly. You want him to see you, and look at you the way you look at him.


Gusto ko

Gusto ko magayos.

Magsuot ng tshirt, jeans at jacket

Rubber shoes at sling bag para komportable

Drunken blush make up sabay buhok na ini-tali

Wallet at cellphone tara lets rock it!

Gusto ko lumabas.

Pasok ng sasakyan sabay patugtugin si Moira.

Painitin ang sasakyan habang inaaral ang daan.

Titingin sa gilid, likod at harap kung safe,

Sabay aandar para hindi late.

Gusto ko kumain.

Magiisip ng kakainan, isang mahabang diskusyunan.

Canadian, Korean, Filipino food ba?

Once decided, puntahan na agad,

kesa magulo pa at mauwi sa Mcdonalds.

Gusto ko manuod ng sine.

Ano bang palabas? Anong oras?

RomCom, Sci-Fi, or Cartoons ba?

Kahit ano basta abot sa oras.

Basta may Popcorn at Maltesers okay na.

Gusto ko mag over-looking.

Daan sa Tim Hortons para sa kape,

Drive papuntang Downtown, park sa tabi

Ilabas ang phone, pang instagram pic.

Magmunimuni habang nagmmusic trip.

Gusto ko ikaw.

Ayusin ang schedule, walang aabsent.

Kelan off mo? Free ako sa lunes.

Ok lang kung hindi mo trip ang mga to.

Dahil sa lahat ng ‘to, ikaw ang pinakagusto ko.

That’s All,