Leafing through my multiply pages, I saw one contact talk about his discontentment about the things in his life, and that got me thinking:
What does it take for a human being to be contented?
It’s an innate trait in a human being to continue longing for things not within his grasp. We often tell ourselves that if we attain that certain goal, have that certain thing or be with certain people, we would be satisfied. These are the lies we tell ourselves. It will only be a matter of minutes before we start seeking greater heights.
For what reason do we hope? do we crave? I’d like to believe it’s because man wants to be happy… but is it really?
I don’t want to make a point. I simply want to ask for I’m quite baffled as well.
Every heart is afraid of the unseen future. What lies ahead the narrow, curved path raises the curiosity of the doubtful, poses anticipation to the hopeful and gives assurance to the frightened.
I cannot fully expound with words, so I leave you with this:
I don’t like habits.
They tend to tie me down.
They offer a false sense of security,
that when abruptly stopped,
gives a resounding silent pain,
loud enough to kill.
The world continually sees how much of a cheater death is. My family was not spared as a beloved cousin was killed in a motorcycle accident not long after Michael Jackson was pronounced dead. However, I’ve always believed that losses mean the surfacing of something far greater than what has been: new life.
Cheers to my sperminated friends! Be great mommies!
I never thought I’d say this…. but thank you.
With all sincerity, thank you for leaving.
No, that was not sarcasm, but rather, an honest, heartfelt echo of what I had been feeling ever since you were gone.
I will not lie. It was not easy. I thought things couldn’t get any worse. But slowly, my vision cleared. What was once a skewed path became an easy climb. Today, I am happiest as I had never been in the past 23 years of my life. Everything has a chuckle to it… cheerful, bright, with insurmountable mountains of hope for what lies ahead.
I have found myself.
This world is nothing but deception. But your departure made me see what is real.
I used to doubt, to question why it all happened… and I would always comfort myself with the thought that someday, the answer will surface.
That day has come. You have served your purpose.
With my newfound strength of character,
I can sleep in peace knowing that I have not failed myself as well.
Once again, my gratitude overflows.
Thank you.
I have been neglecting my blog duties lately because I’ve been so busy. I’ve never thought in a million years that I would be feeling this since what I’ve been doing has nothing to do with work. hahaha! What’s funny is that, I’m busy but not stressed because I love everything that I’m doing right now. I have no intention whatsoever to drown myself in work especially now that I found out about my condition. I cannot afford my cyst growing bigger because of stress as I cringe at the thought of surgeons cutting me up to remove it. That is just plain disgusting and scary.
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If I had known being single is this fun and liberating, I would have opted for it sooner! hahahaha! Being alone does not equate loneliness. It just means you’re strong enough to stand on your own. At least for the meantime… Until such time you’re smacked right down with CHEEEEEEEEESINESS again. 
ROFL.
If I were you, I wouldn’t fall for me.
There’s too much confusion in thoughts, so much emotions bottled up.
There are enough tangled webs of insecurities and lies woven in between sarcasm and crumbling walls of pretension to cast out felicity.
If I were you, I wouldn’t pound on that sealed door.
I would walk away, believing that whatever is behind that ball and chain is misery.
I would leave it as it is – locked.
If I were you, I wouldn’t lay my happiness on these cold, unfeeling hands.
They provide no comfort, no nurturing awaits the heart of the beloved; only the promise of extinguished fate.
If I were you, I wouldn’t look at me with those bright, adoring eyes.
The image you see is nothing but scarred and marred pieces of what they used to call beautiful.
Lifeless pieces of colorful rainbows lay fragmented on the linoleum floor.
I wouldn’t attempt a single step, a motion of obscured affliction,
If I were you.
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Each and everyone, in his own accord, is lost somewhere in a champagne supernova in the sky.
Most will stray, others will linger,
few will be found.
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I think hip-hop abs just sent me to the hospital. 
RANT MODE:
The emergency wing of Olivarez General Hospital truly sucks. I understand that it’s 5 in the morning, but it’s a hospital for goodness’ sake! Not to mention that it’s the E-M-E-R-G-E-N-C-Y wing or did they forget that? I had to wait thirty minutes for a doctor, while the nurses gossiped like crazy. I kept a straight face, and maybe that’s why they didn’t feel the need to hurry. Just when I was about to launch into my just-because-I’m-not-writhing-in-pain-doesn’t-mean-it-doesn’t-hurt speech, my dad threw a rampage. He can be kind of intimidating, and his irritation sent three nurses scurrying away looking for that damn doctor. If not only for freakin convenience and proximity, I would have gone to another hospital instead.
I’m scratching off Olivarez on my list even though it’s the nearest hospital from my place. From now on, it’ll just be Parañaque Med or Parañaque Doctors for emergency cases.
