"you are the only exception"

yeah! you have to know.

that i don't usually blog things about someone, about feelings, about guy thoughts. but well, i guess not now. so help me think about THIS and THAT.

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here's to a safe, secure, and peaceful elections tomorrow.

and so i miss my blog

yeah! and oh! I'm not a teenager anymore. 27 days past. and now i can feel adulthood into my system because my summer is full of work - mind and physical work. i seriously think that we should get a new house helper even if i don't get to stretch my arms much for the house as much as people here do. really really. anyway, when everything else is on crooked side, there's blogger who misses me. i miss it back twice. :D

ELECTION's COMING

I SAY, INSTEAD OF JUST SURFING THE NET, DO SOME RESEARCH ABOUT THE CANDIDATES. LET'S GET TO KNOW THEM FIRST BEFORE WE VOTE THEM. AND... DON'T DARE PRETEND TO BE A SLUG, VOTE ON MAY 10.
(the election turn-out will have a big part to contribute for my thesis. Just please turn out good.) :D

when the clock will strike at one

New year, same old school feeling.

I'm back with the books, and I'm hitting them big time with all the depressing stories they tell that never fails to lead me reflecting. So what do I get to turn out in the end? Confused. With how the world manages to tell people what is right and what is not.

I'm feeding my mind with ideas but i get up rattled with how vague things are. On one moment, I can't help but utilize all thoughts and principles that go 'knock-knock' in my head. And just when i'm about to hit the pages of my notebook, i get the thought that writing actually does nothing. It makes me feel sad knowing that when someone writes a very moving, heart-warming piece, once someone finishes reading it, it just ends there. Got the point. Felt the emotion. Period. It cannot lead everyone to start something. But NOOOOOO! Can't help but think-and-write when words clam up inside.

See here, right now, I'm just typing what comes into my mind, no order, no thinking of the next topic, just typing whatever shit flashes in my mind. andd....

I'm happy that someone keeps me grounded and locked. And as what I always say in my precious diary, I'm still struck with his cheeseburgers and tight hugs. Also, I'm over the deadline of my 1am sleep. I promised. Can't do it because at night my mind is awake. THINK THINK.

What am i saying anyway? haha!

alright, i'm gonna drop it.

back to my hometown tonight

waking up to break fast

I felt like a machine losing charge. Like my gears’ full of rust and each part is starting to slow down. I am getting crazy as I am as tired. And I can feel my body about to give up. The one-week break sure is reimbursing the stress it should’ve given. I’ve been working all day, doing three or four roles for a production bigger than the ordinary show I am producing. After which my group mates and I worked on our paper due tomorrow which follows doing an experiment with my partner at 9pm. I was back in my dormitory at 10 to realize I haven’t tasted water yet this day. And here I am now still working with my body upset of what I am doing. I can hear my mom’s voice at the back of my head: aanhin mo ang lahat ng bagay kung may sakit ka at di mo naman ma-eenjoy?

I just realized how much I miss childhood. Back then, I never skip meals, hated people who skip breakfast, hated people who won’t sleep early. But look whose hated now. I had my first meal of the day at 3: 30 in the afternoon. And let me tell you, I don’t eat breakfast anymore, which is depressing when I remember I eat five times a day back in high school. It makes me miss a good ‘ol breakfast on a fine morning when my eyes won’t open and I had to eat freshly steamed or fried rice. I remember waking up in summer, having breakfast and off for swimming lessons. I remember waking up at five thirty in the morning riding my bike and off to buy pan de sal with my sister. I remember breakfast in Thailand where breakfast is seriously breakfast. I would get dressed and go down at the hotel’s caf, where I would eat endless strips of bacon, eggs, French toast, rice, pancakes with super creamy and yummy butterballs, sausages, bread and noodles. Where the kitchen serves you whatever drink you may like: milk, orange juice, coffee, mango juice. It makes me want to go back and savour the breakfast delight.

Thing is, we are very attached to how fast the world revolves we forget to value ourselves – our health, the time spent with people, the joys of playing it simple. It’s a matter of missing and longing to go back. The things we love should not be left aside. In my case, eating. Let me tell you how I love to eat. I eat when I feel like I should and even if I don’t think I should. I go on ordering super meals and extra rice. I go on crying as an immature student when I skip meals. And I mean it when I’ll tell you this line: “I am hungry, and you don’t want me hungry. You won’t like it when I’m hungry”. I remember calling my mom on the phone bawling because my sisters and I went straight home when were supposed to go eat after a school event. My mom had to tell our yaya to cook as soon as possible or she’ll get pissed with my crying. And now that breakfast is at far reach, all I can say is that: when you do things you like and you think you’ll miss, savour the scent of it. Touch it. Cherish it. It will slow down the rapid changes in our world, in your own world.