Sunday, April 22, 2012

someday you'll know...

Faraway I used to whimper over heartaches. Simple misunderstandings had caused me restless nights and long written apologies. And the “i-miss-you” made me to take trips in the middle of the night. Goodbye was unknown before, but now it’s the only way to live life

It’s just memories…

That I placed at hindmost part of my storage room. I consider that life event as a distant past. There were times that it came out aversely, but an obsessive-compulsive soul was always there to meticulously sweep the floor and box that dirt at the furthest back of the room. There’s a pre-set full denial that always run-in whenever an element of inappropriateness trickles. It’s like a Freudian dream censor. 

To eat a humble pie is not enough for your two years of your waiting. I know it’s perplexing for you on how the wind changes it course so hasty. There were also questions in my mind, but I let fly along the gush of blustery weather. I said my last words with encouragement for a sunny day for both of us. No more what-ifs, no more once more. It’s over.

When two people fall in love it doesn’t mean they are meant for each other.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

same old battle

Now I am seated to the sofa wherein my firsts blog posts way back in 2008 were written. Everything seems to be the same - the comfort of the six foot length sofa still makes me feel slumberous. The cushioning didn’t change, only the cover that makes it to look more elegant. The scent of the place is sweeter combined with the soft calming aroma of camomile, it is maybe due to my new niece whose days are transpired in this little world of comfort. And this place makes me to write despite of the tug of my body to sleepiness.  Nothing has changed, even my feelings. I’m still fighting for my same old battle.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


I love you because you always make me feel safe and loved
I love you because you know how to make me smile and how to handle my crankiness
I love you because you always have a lullaby to send me to sleep
I love you because your sweet voice always wakes me up
I love you for telling me that I’m not yet late for work and for always giving me a "time check" to ease off my tension
I love you for buying me vitamins and reminding me to take those
I love you for always being relax no matter how my phone bills go beyond the limit
I love you for bringing my presence to your family
I love you for your sweet and spicy adobo
I love you for the comfort of your hugs
I love you because of your sincere kisses and cute smooch
I love your big smile                                                                                                                          
I love you for always complimenting my style
I love you for the silent prayers you’re sending to God
I love you for the reassurance that my life will work out well
I love you for creating dreams with me
I love you for sharing your life with me
I love your humor
I love you in a million ways
I love you just the way you are

Saturday, February 4, 2012


Just yesterday I finally noticed the thing that I always taken for granted. It’s the thing that I blame to my father’s gene whenever it becomes the center of mockery among my friends and family members. But sometimes it’s also the thing that made a description of the feeling of standing ten-feet-taller-than-the-others.

During my college years my mum had accused all the synthetic products that I lathered into my body. She would usually do the comparison of my look between my grade school and college years, and she was eternally on dismay about the not so cool change. But during those times I thought of it as part of growing up and never got bothered about it. There were instances that I looked into the mirror and frowned a little, but not as serious as my mum’s disappointment. But as years had passed by, my mum had also stopped endorsing me to her special concoctions. I guess she got tired of instilling my perverse mind with the ancient remedy or she was able to adapt with my growing up façade.

I remember her telling me, “ anak, dati butterfly pa nga style ng buhok mo eh, bakit ngayon ganyan na?”
Alright, it’s about my receding hairline. In short I’m getting more “panot”. I sometimes blame it to the flakes on my scalp and sometimes I guess because of being so stubborn of not following my mum’s advice – stop using a lot of shampoo. But I know that it’s in my blood line. Now, I usually go to work with unkempt hair and my colleagues would usually say, “mahangin ba sa labas?” So, I’m worrying now about my look, on how my future dates would give an impression with my age and look. Though I’m overly saturated with the comments that I look older with my actual age, still the terror of hearing it from my prospects is a different kind of discredit to my pogi points.

But more to these sublime narcissistic reasons is the fact that I am getting older than my actual age. And some realizations in life - It’s hard to be a grownup.

Thursday, February 2, 2012


OH emmm! After a very long hiatus, I am back to blogosphere. I missed my filthyroom so much, especially my good old buddies. It was 2008 when I first made a blog post and then I immediately rolled up to the fun of making friends via blog hopping. After learning on how to customize my template and realizing the effect of alexa and page rank, I started the cashing-cashing posting. I tried photo blog and started acting like a pro lens critique. Everything was okay for two years of jesting in blog, but then personal issues forced me to take a cool change. Because of the lingering timeout from blogging, I never had celebrations for the years of blogging, the sorta blogsary (blog anniversary) and never had the chance to thanks and bid goodbye to my dear blog friends. 

Now that my life’s pretty okay, sailing smoothly amidst the high tides and whirlwind. Guess I learned to accept the failed days of my life. As the cliché says past is past, and time really flies fast. And after rereading my blog posts, I couldn’t believe myself that I was able to make more than 400 posts, couldn’t really believe that, seriously. Dang! I don’t care if some of those were rotten or most of them rather, but the heck, those were my awesome experiences. I would want to make my comeback post as big as the underworld, but aint got the right materials at the moment. For now, I promise that I'm gonna give all my secrets away.
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away.

Happy Blogging to all
My God, amazing how I got this far