Flores de Mayo (Flowers of May)
Photos taken at Oriental, Mindoro.
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Ang lakas maka rhyming. Got all kilig when I finally used my signature for an official purpose. The start date was moved to May 23, which will be today. Shift starts at 11pm. Yep. That’s a PM. Night shift? My peg! I’m not a morning person and I think I’m more productive during the night. My life’s about to turn to its next page. I can foresee major adjustments coming my way. Gotta be positive about this :)
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Panoramic view. Embracing the heat!
May 21, 2012. Tanza, Cavite.
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What do I do to divert my attention? I’m getting more and more anxious each hour. I’m waiting for a call from this company for my schedule on Monday. I’m a starter. I already signed the contract, passed the requirements and stuff and now they won’t even inform me of my schedule on Monday? Oh please. Put an end to this paranoia and just give me a call or an email or a message. Please just please. I’m going insane already. Ok. Going insane is too much.
I’m starting to think they don’t want me in their company anymore. Maybe they found someone better than me? Or my character reference bad mouthed me in their background check? Or maybe they simply TERMINATED me without even being officially HIRED.
So much for all this !@$#%&. They’ll call in time. Call. Call. Call… Oh please just call! ‘-‘
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This red eyed froggy needs a kiss. Who knows? Maybe he’s the one you’ve been waiting for.
Something to post to beat boredom.
Forgive my randomness.
Pagbilaaaaan!
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I tell this to my self whenever I feel the need to add consistency to this blog.
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Mahal kong talaarawan,
Mga malulupet at scripted na intro nong elementary english class kung sa’n nirequire gumawa ng journal na dapat araw-araw nilalamnan. Dahil sa simpleng takdang aralin e napukaw ang kagustuhan kong maidokumento ang aking araw-araw na pamumuhay.
Muka namang nagbunga yung journal days ko nung Grade 6. I love how the simple task made me want to write even more. Sa mga araw na matindi ang buhusan ng emosyon e matinding sulatan din ang nagaganap. Para saken, mas masarap sa pakiramdam isulat yung mga raw feelings. Para walang halong pakeme or anything. On top of all reasons why I still keep a diary of my own is the instant flashback it can give. Simpleng backread lang tas poooof! Nasa nakaraan ka na. Sobrang amazing :)
At dahil naapektuhan ako masyado ng diary ni Anne Frank, gusto ko pag sumakabilang mundo na ko e may magtago ng diary ko at isa pelikula o isa libro ‘to para di sayang. Pero dahil alam kong I’m just a nobody, Alam ko ding malayo sa katotohanan yon :D
But on a more serious note, I’d love to have someone to read it, BUT only AFTER I’M GONE. I’d feel totally embarrassed if another person is to read its contents. I just can’t. It became a part of me that if exposed, I feel like I’ll be standing naked to a crowd of strangers. And that’s how attached I became to this booklet.
And yes. I write in a very tiny way so nobody can read it from my back or from wherever angle they’re in while I’m writing :D
Mahal kong talaarawan,
Featured ka sa blog bloggan ko :)
Let Him write your love story. Let Him write it without you manipulating the situation, without you hanging on to a past love, without you refusing and disobeying. When He says let go, let go. When He says wait, just wait. I know letting go is hard and I know waiting is even harder but I promise you, truly, if God asks you to wait, He will make sure the wait will be worth it.
A Mother’s day blog post for my Mama. She deserves way more than this but this is the least thing I can do for now. She doesn’t know about this blog because of few reasos: 1) I don’t tell her about this page. 2) I don’t like her seeing my emo post and all the young stuff here 3) She’s not a great internet navigator. So this works on my end :D
I don’t really get to show my affection to Mom since I’m not as mushy as I was as a child. I don’t know how or why I turned out like this. Maybe the change goes along as I age. But the LOVE I have for Mama won’t ever ever ever ever ever, infinitely ever change. Mama is a teacher. I haven’t seen her teach live but I have seen her do sermons livelier than anyone can Imagine. I’ve seen her cry too. And seeing her in tears never fail to crash my heart, so I made a promise never to give her reasons to cry. The only time I wanna see her tear up is in her proud moments of me. Thank you for every thing Inang Reyna!
Happy Mother’s Day Mama! I love you so much ♥
Now I realize. This is the only decent photo I have with Mom.
Anyway, I’ll take more picture with you this year Ma! :)
To make this post a little less mushy and dramatic, here’s a photo of Mama, my sister and your’s truly photo bombing these two :D
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Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.
