5.29.12
Too gwapo for my life!!! Gaahh! @bryanhomecillo (Taken with instagram)

Too gwapo for my life!!! Gaahh! @bryanhomecillo (Taken with instagram)

5.29.12
My sister in Pink top with her classmates and Senate president Enrile. She did have the most memorable summer ever! (Taken with instagram)

My sister in Pink top with her classmates and Senate president Enrile. She did have the most memorable summer ever! (Taken with instagram)

5.24.12
#picstitch My patootie lover.  (Taken with instagram)

#picstitch My patootie lover.  (Taken with instagram)

5.14.12
This!  (Taken with instagram)

This!  (Taken with instagram)

5.05.12
Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

5.03.12
Rain in May  (Taken with instagram)

Rain in May  (Taken with instagram)

4.16.12
4.16.12
4.16.12
4.05.12
Reunited with the sisters.  (Taken with instagram)

Reunited with the sisters.  (Taken with instagram)

4.05.12
Reunited. Sisterly love… (Taken with instagram)

Reunited. Sisterly love… (Taken with instagram)

4.05.12

I know the water would be cool. Refreshing. And dipping my naked body into a glimmering water underneath the trees right at the bottom of a fall is outrageously tempting.
I want to dive right in and make a splash. I know it’s going to calm my system. My overly thinking mind.
In fact I can be a mermaid again.
Then I snapped back to reality.
A mermaid again? What was I even thinking. Those days were over.
Getting back with the water. Making out with the blazing sun would only make things worse.
I picked up my clothes which I cheerfully stripped off seeing the lake, and slowly put them back on.
I walk towards the tire swing, and swing myself until I reach a daze of parting from the water. Reuniting with the trees surrounding me.
“Maybe I can do this.” i think to myself.
If only I can let go of my past.
I look back at the swaying trees. Maybe this time its the trees that can calm me down. The cool breeze. The mighty trunks that gives me a sense of protection. The familiarity.
I stop swinging.
It might work…

4.04.12
 #hungergames  (Taken with instagram)

 #hungergames (Taken with instagram)

4.03.12

Every inch of me is itching to be with him. But whenever We get the chance. He says something and complicates everything.

Ours has been long gone.

But each time I see a photo of him. Hear stories about him. I can’t help myself from wanting him. As if the marks of the past has been drowned in the ocean of alcohol I have swallowed.

Today I saw his photo when he picked me up at home and drove around Taft, and ate at Chicken-chicken. I was at the back seat of his car. He wanted me to sit beside him. But decided to bully him a bit. I missed him that day. Bullying him was sort of my “lambing”. He was wearing his pambahay yet driving his bmw. He might have stinked a little but that day I was drawn into his eyes. His smile. His voice. His way of bullying me. I should have hugged him that day. I would have let him kiss me. We could have been together. But I did not. For I was never sure of him.

This is making me sound stupid. But I like to remember the good things. I’m guessing, we were not meant to be together. But a piece of me is somehow wishing the happily-ever-after part of the story.

Oh P, if only..

3.30.12
My loves.  (Taken with instagram)

My loves.  (Taken with instagram)

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