This time last year…

We just celebrated Mothers’ Day and my mother’s birthday here in Las Pinas.  We put up the happy birthday banner with no intentions of taking it down.

The banner is still up.  This year, Marga took the liberty of adding “Happy Mothers’ Day” to it.

I was preparing for a Management Committee presentation about a big card project for a government institution.  I was very excited about my job, especially that I have my four boys with me.

My boys are down to three.

I was living in an apartment in Makati.

I moved back in last April.

I began to explore the limits and boundaries of my American Home steamer.

I can cook pretty much anything with it now, except pasta and rice.

My father was convincing me to come home but my job and schoolwork actually made it quite difficult for me to accept that commuting for over an hour can result in the same amount of rest as walking home for about 5 minutes.

I didn’t need convincing.

 

Everything was so different then.  So I am praying that the courage I need to reset and restart all the good and bad in my life doesn’t run out soon.  I still have a long way to go, but so far, I have been in great company, among the people who  have always loved me unconditionally, supporting me throughout the way.

Oh dear Lord.  Can I be any cheesier than this.  F\ck.

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Fuck mornings

Although I don’t really say much, the good couple of people who know me best (and I interact with the most lately) know exactly what I’m going through.

It could use a little more articulation, but I don’t really have the mental space to string together words as an attempt to solemnly capture the daily musings parked at the back of my mind.

The subconscious is surely a powerful thing.  It keeps me up all night, restless all day.  Mornings are worse than the evenings when I can’t seem to catch sleep.  And the nights when sleep no longer eludes me, there is always that bitch of a moment that comes at 3 in the morning.

And as much as my potty mouth is blatantly ruining this blog as being a PG-13 page, I do still solemnly pray that peace comes to me sooner than later.  I have a promise to move forward and all these moments prevent me from getting there.

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Good morning, Manila

So I haven’t written for quite some time and it’s a surprise because I don’t even seem to miss it.  What I do miss is listening to music.

A very good friend of mine has been my constant supply of cheesy 80s music.  I can’t recall the last time I went to a live show.  Now that I have all this time to do it, maybe I should just go out there and visit these places again.

Route 196, 70s Bistro, Saguijo to name a few.  I should start visiting these places again — and more — just so I can reacquaint myself with the music I’ve easily fallen in love with.

But for now, this cover will do:

Oh the hiatus

It has been quite a roller coaster, the entire year so far.  I have no idea at all where the next 24 hours will take me, and I guess it is that kind of mild (if not wild) ignorance that seem to have vacated my senses when it comes to writing.

I have been, however, quite diligent in Pinterest.  I’ve loaded so much on my pin boards, and well… to exhibit a few:

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