This question struck a chord in me. Because, I strongly
believe reasons are never enough why you fell in love, and a number is never
the measures of how much you deeply love a person. You fall in love and it happened.
To say how much you love a person, is immeasurable.
I am not talking with people whom I used to talk to, and I
don’t know why, maybe my reasons are shallow and I wish not to speak of it. Maybe
there is something wrong with me or maybe there is something wrong with them.
I am writing this piece, maybe to cope, maybe also to escape
the reality I help shape.
I hope that I’m not slowly ripped off with the things I’ve worked
hard for, how I wish I was not, that would be a double heart break.
I wish not to write anymore, but a good friend has told me,
I need to work on with this gift. I don’t know if it really is a gift. Or do I have. I wish not to talk about the scale
of how much love or the reason I fell, it just happened. And I cannot find my
way back, I’m lost.
I wanted to draw the line, and
I felt that was excruciating. I wonder
at the idea of how did things did not worked. I thought facing the truth head
on will shed light. But brokenness went in and I have no clear back up on how
to navigate in the crazy turns.
I felt hope flew, telling me
to let go.
I wanted to retreat, to go
back to the comforts of my own walls, plastered with goals not with pictures of
the memories that cut through my melancholic soul.
I wanted reprieve.
I wanted reprieve.
I needed saving from the insanity
that these feelings are causing me.
I’m lost in the familiarity of
things.
I’m lost in the memories that
I wished to continue.
I’m lost in these memories
that I longed to be repeated.
I’m looking for my sanity in places that are so familiar to me.
I’m looking for my sanity in places that are so familiar to me.
And it hit me; to move forward
is to acknowledge the effects of the action.
It was never I thought it would be.
The hurt will hurt unless you face it that it hurts. Painful, it is. And that is the point where you draw the line.
You pick up pieces of yourself and patch it. Sew it together with wallpapers filled with memories that you thought are but otherwise.
It was never I thought it would be.
The hurt will hurt unless you face it that it hurts. Painful, it is. And that is the point where you draw the line.
You pick up pieces of yourself and patch it. Sew it together with wallpapers filled with memories that you thought are but otherwise.
I will never be the strong
person I wanted to be, not now, but soon.
I’m painting that line now.
A fusion of eastern and western cuisine, Bad Monkey Gastro Pub is a
brainchild of Tweetie, Vincent and Belle. Its inspiration stemmed from Belle's
childhood memories, her relationship with her sisters, and her love affair with
the bibimbap sauce.
The Bad Monkey Gastro Pub envisions itself as a platform for
young artists to showcase its talents. A home to students, yuppies, titas and
titos, Belle dreams that the pub becomes a place that provides
gastronomical concoctions out of ordinary ingredients found at the comforts
your home.
So if you happened to be lost or when in Nabunturan try the
newest food place.
They are located at Purok 10, Poblacion Nabunturan Compostela Valley. Bad Monkey Gastro Hub offers a variety of food, from rice bowls to finger foods ready to
water your mouth and satiate that hungry tummy of yours. Two Nabunturanons oversees the place namely Isabel and Louise Tabique. The food price ranges from Php 50.00 to Php 350.00. The whole pub is under the newly open Triple L Building. They offer
drinks from the commercial beers to the local mix, the bahalina.
We are now halfway, today marks the 13th day of the 26 Days of Art project we are currently doing with our Contemporary Philippine Arts in the Region class. The only rule of this art project is to create one art form and share it online via Instagram or Facebook with the #26daysofart for 26 days. Nothing special, I guess. What really impresses me is that everyone have been producing noteworthy images and awe-inspiring art. I don't have any idea how to measure the success of this project but all I know September and October are beautiful months to surprise them. I just want to give a shout out to the universe. I'm excited.
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Here are some of the projects shared at Instagram
Allow me to share a poem that somehow resonated with me:
"Stuck"
KJ Uraca
In the end, this journey was just futile
It was absurd to think it was real
Foolish of me to believe it was possible
But I was just naive and way too gullible
I've been desperate to see whats ahead
Too much fervor on where it may lead
And now, where am I? Im stuck!
Trapped and cant find my way back
Frozen in fear, lost in thoughts
I can hear the clock go tick tock
Yet my world seemed like it stopped
I was stupid to believe on such a crap
It really was hopeless after all
Recklessly taking this venture even if the chances were small
But now here I am in this bottomless pit
Screaming deep inside as I fall
My body seems like burried half beneath the ground
Half dead as I take this heavy steps
Just waiting for the time bomb to blow
But then I met time
