My BOY-friend.

i do believe that we all need some male friends..having a boy friend doesn't mean you have to show or demonstrate a Feeling neither instigate a certain Attraction towards that person. It's the company that you want to maintain; and the brotherly love you Platonically enjoy!
But sometimes, as most of my closest tongues would say...Once Jealousy appears, the weaker side of that almost standing Foundation...crashes, thus the start of a Never Ending battle of Pride and Issue.

"Sigh, kill those wormcells!"

Iba pa rin ang may foundation

I know, and I do admit that I DID flake for several times; made last minute decisions not to proceed because of too much slacking, and really, because of SAYING YES without DOING IT.

I owe my 'long time no see' friends - a bucket of explanations and SORRYs. And I have missed them a lot...hell lot! But because at times, when you're inside your comfort zone and you have an easier access to your closest network, you tend to DEPRIORITIZE those Significant people who: have really touched your life especially during your Honing years: People with warmest smiles.

It really is hard to establish yourself -- your whole being to a lot of people; the fact that you have to start a foundation with a pool of different personalities, needs most of your effort and time. But when you get to see your OLD ONES, there's this feeling of 'i belong', and that makes you feel, HOME: When you get to share laughters and insights to such faces - who are always there not just to listen, but who would be more glad to sleep and wake up with you without any marks of doubtful thoughts and lying intentions as to why they wanted you to BECOME ONE OF THEM.

I am just Glad to reunite myself to THEM.

Thank you Friends.

Never play with a Vacuum Cleaner

Never ever get sucked by a vacuum cleaner. It confuses you with the law of reciprocity. If I were you, I'd rather deal lonely with a company of dirt and dust than try to be happy with a hoover that belongs to a somebody.

I shut my Door of Hope last Wednesday

It was the day I burned a lot of stored tears and calories.

The day I tried my best to be an adult in front of a corporate crowd.

The day I asked myself, "How far should I go? How high should I hope? For I've always been a lax to expectations."

The day I chose not to answer a text, cause I called. I felt professionally betrayed for a few hours. Til I got a call about a shivering news. It was one of those moments that My own Sheltered Self had run out of energy and strength. That most of them forgot that I also needed someone to hold on to. They thought I could swim the 7 seas in a forever lap without stopping.

Yes, I starred myself as a Wonderwoman, and lost it in One Unexpected Slap.

Thanks for all those who have unrecognized my worth and stay.

This day had scarred my sense of being.

The last straw of hope lost its hold and left me Coated, Hidden and Pained without being Healed.