"What's Hauting You?"

What's haunting you? The once lively ghosts of the past? Or the Monsters ready to Strike your tomorrow fast? Scars left raw ant untreated Pain greatly felt but unseen Now slowly healing and sedated Losing any and everything they used to mean. Tears that used to dampen my face Tears that used to surface as release Now have dried and left no trace Now have nothing to put at ease My once tired body of bones Left unnoticed and weaken Not by old sticks and stones But by words said and unsaid it was beaten I'm getting better, finally recovering well Gaining the strength I once had But, I don't know if you can, but I can still tell I still feel the same old sad.

Missing Your Heartbeat

I didn't think of you yesterday, not even once. I was too busy with my book to realize it, until the end of the day. But for once in a very long time you weren't in my head. I wasn't thinking about you; what were you doing? where could you be? how are you? I just spent my day in my room. My body in rest. My nose in a book. My eyes straining a bit.

It was a little late, pass midnight. I normally sleep later, but I've been reading for hours. I thought of sleeping earlier than usual.I put the bookmark in chapter 23. I turned of the lights. Climbed into bed. Tucked myself in. Slept on my side. One arm, my right arm, flat on my bed. It was the end of my day, really the beginning of the next. But a memory of you hits me like a ton of bricks.

My right hand was flat on the bed, the same way it was on your chest a long time ago. I remember sitting on a field, the green grassy field on a clear, sunny day. I was squatting on the grass. Then you put your head on my lap. I look at you smiling at me for just a second. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to touch you. I even felt the urge to kiss you. But I stopped myself. My hands, both hands, are on my side, flat on the grass supporting my weight. I dare not touch you.But then, you took my hand.

You took it in yours. Then you put it on your chest. You held it there for the littlest while. Then you left it alone. I could have taken it back anytime, but I didn't. I didn't want to. So I kept my hands busy. I began to tap my fingers to an imaginary beat in my head. I traced lazy circles on your chest. I just did anything to hide my nerves. Then I felt something that calmed me down.

Your heart steady beating under my palm. My hand finally settles down to feel your heartbeat. I listen to it. I like it. I like having something that told me that everything was okay. That you were okay. I see you everyday. I talk to you everyday. I know you're okay, but really I just assumed. Now I felt it, literally felt something that told me that you're okay. Something that proved to me that you're okay, that everything will be okay.

Feeling that strong, steady rhythm calmed me. It reassured me. I always thought that if I know that your heart is still beating I don't have to worry about anything. Everything could shatter. I could crumble away but if I knew that you're okay then I will be too.

Nothing in my life ever felt that right. It's so rare to come across something or someone that significant. Now, I pity the people that have never felt it. I could die away and know for sure that I've loved someone more than humanly possible and if given the chance to love more I'd do it... happily.

I love your heartbeat. I like hearing it, feeling it and having it... I miss it.

I snap back to reality. My hand is beside me, flat on my bed. It wasn't on your chest anymore. We weren't on the field anymore. Your head wasn't on my lap. I was in my bed. Its the middle of the night. I'm in my room. My dark room. My hand is on the bed, and it's only the mattress, the bedsheets and empty space. I don't feel anything... not anymore.

I don't feel your heartbeat. I don't feel it. I don't hear it. I don't have it with me. I miss it. I don't know if you're okay.

I cry. I cry on my pillow, finally thinking of you and how much I miss you and your heartbeat.

"Doesn't Mean a Thing"

Just because I think of you non-stop,
Just because I remember every little detail about you,
Just because everything reminds me of you,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

So what if I wait for your text, call or buzz,
So what if I can relate to practically every love song, movie or book,
So what if I remember all of your jokes, stories or ideas,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

Even though I saved every text message,
Even though I've memorized everything I know about you,
Even though you're the first and last guy in and out my head,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

Sure, I always look for a red cap in the crowd,
Sure, I know exactly how you like to eat your pizza or your Oreo,
Sure, I notice how you're insecure about your looks but egotistical enough to be vain,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

I may still smile whenever I think of you,
I may still imagine what could have been,
I may be wasting my time still writing poems and stories about you,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

...Right?
...But what else could it mean?

I owe an Exlpination...

It's been a while since I've written anything, and I apologize for neglecting my natural need to write. Writing for me can be very therapeutic and I need good therapy lately.

It's not that I don't have enough inspiration, or that I have nothing to write about. It's been a very eventful and I've wanted, needed to write but I've just been so busy. I couldn't find the time.

Now, It's summer. I have nothing to do... So I might as well finally write what I've been dying to write. It's a little late but I'll just type the date of when a certain event happened.

"Pre-Prom"

It finally came. The event I’ve been waiting for the whole year. It seems pathetic to be so eager about the prom, but I was. I wanted to have a great and memorable night when I can spend a little more effort in my appearance. I wanted a night of fun with my friends that I’d actually be allowed to go to. I’ve been looking forward for that night ever since I met my prom date back on September of last year. I’m sure you know why he’s such an important part of all of this.

Everything really started at the beginning of the year, when I knew we would have our first prom. My friends and I talked about it a few times, like the teens we were. We just wondered could possible happen on that night, what we’d where, what we’d do and whom we’ll go with.

Then when I got involved in a new club I met someone, someone that has unexpectedly made his mark on my life. He came and I noticed. He turns out to be a constant source of smiles, tears, laughter, pain and even pride and I’m glad to have met him and be a part of my life, in any way. I was so happy that I asked him to the prom 6 months in advance. I’m even happier he accepted.

Then the whole love month and prom craze came and I did everything I needed to do. I found my dress and other accessories. I helped my other friends find dates. I fell deeper in to love and life. It’s been a hectic few weeks but it finally came.

The fun all started when he showed up. I was in the salon for 3 hours getting ready so he decided to come and pick me up. I waited for about 15 minutes, retouching every detail of my dress, hair and makeup to look as close to perfect as possible. I just couldn’t believe that he was coming to pick me up. He finally came through the door of the Solon.

I cautiously walked to him, trying not to look to eager. He smiled and seems to like my new look. He, on the other hand, could’ve looked better. He did looked good… but he looked like a priest, but it didn’t matter too much. All I cared about was that he was already here. He could always make my heart skip no matter what he was wearing.

We went to the mall to get our picture taken. We walked around trying to find our friends all the while either being looked at for looking too fancy for the mall or for being so close. Other kids going to prom were there for the same reason. Some of them were people we knew so got our fair share of attention for being too sweet to be friends. We bought a few things we needed and met up with other friends to eat before the event.

We met up with other friends and decided to have a little snack in "McDonald's". We just spent our little free time before the prom enjoying each other’s company. It was so weird being looked at. Imagine a group of teenagers in elegant evening wear; girls in gowns and guys in ties, and we were eating at "McDonald's."

At last we found our other friends and another place, less crowded to get our picture taken. We paid what we needed. Our two other friends were getting solo pictures, then only the 3 girls then last was my couple picture with Jordan.

We got into different sweet positions to make the picture look good. The first was with us facing each other and he was using his scarf to pull me closer. We kept eye contact. Then the second were us both facing the camera. His arms were around me from behind. I tried to just smile for the camera but he kept on looking at me. The end result was a picture of him sweetly staring at me.

I knew taking pictures with Jordan would be interesting. He always makes thing his little projects and just does his best while having fun. He was great, and my friends really liked the whole thing going on between us. They thought, like everyone else, that we were sweet, and we just laughed it off.

We were almost done and almost late. We rode on our friend’s multi-cab to the school. Everything seemed all right. We just tried to fix anything else, re-touching our make-up, rearranging our hair, etc.

When we got there, I was surprised. Outside the school were paparazzi and many of them. I didn’t think they’d be there. This only meant one thing; to get inside we had to go through the sea of flashes. I got nervous. My friends told me to just go through them, it’ll be OK. My date comforted me by telling me to not worry cause I looked nice.

We got off an went through the photographers. My friend went first, trying to meet her date inside. We walked through and I just tried to smile and not to let them take bad pictures. Jordan just held out his arm and I grabbed hold of him. He led me inside. That’s why almost all my pictures had him in the shot.

We were almost in the prom. We were just a little behind because we tried to find our friends first. We practically raced to the sports complex to get registered and went to our places for the procession.

"Surprise Valentines"

I come not expecting anything
Which I might end up regretting
Not jumping in to any conclusion
That sprung up from my over active imagination

But you came and discarded all insecurities.
Doing something I’d normally see in movies
For the first time,
I had an actual valentine.

It was hard to believe, so I didn’t
I told myself, "its not for me, it isn’t"
But could it, could it really be
it was, it was for me.

I saw you with that smile on your face
Holding in your hand a treasure I can never replace.
You handed me a beautiful sight,
A bouquet of balloons shining under the light.

So many balloons in different shapes and sizes
The sight of it all hypnotizes
Some were round, a couple spirals and of hearts.
Streamers and paper were some added parts.

Then I notice the biggest and reddest one in the center
It said, "I LOVE YOU" in big, silver letters.
Holding it all was a mug where you wrote
"Jordan" and "Amy" as your little note.

I couldn’t believe this all happening
In all the happiness, my heart was singing
Then when I thought nothing could be better than this.
Then you gave me a little kiss.

I could only say thank you to chance and to you
You made me feel something I never knew
Fate can better plan
Than I ever can.

"My Surprise on Valentines"

After everything that has happened in this so called "high school love", I’ve learned not to expect too much, because in the end you might just end up getting disappointed. I just had this nasty habit of making exaggerated situations that never happen and wish they would. This time I’m proud to say that I didn’t expect anything and ended up with one of the best surprises ever.

It happened on Valentines Day. As always, I started thinking of things that could possibly happen, things that I want to happen, but quickly reminded myself to forget it and just let things happen on their own.

I went to school. Listened to my student teachers lectures and spent time with my friends. All in all it was a pretty good day.

The only difference was that I was practically surrounded by every reminder of the holiday. My classmates’ boyfriends came and left gifts. Someone hung a banner from the fifth floor declaring their love for a girl. Then one boy got suspended for planning an elaborate expression of love for another girl. It was a crazy day.

But, just when the day was ending, classes were about to be dismissed and we were all heading for practice. It was my turn for a valentine.

I was about to go down the stairs to look for him to go to practice together, but he was already there. He was at the bottom of the first flight of stairs smiling at me and in his hand he was carrying a huge bouquet of balloons.

I stood there at the top of the stairs, frozen, just staring at him as he came closer. I kept asking him "Are those for your wife?" referring to his make-believe marriage to one of his teachers. But he didn’t say a word. He just kept climbing up towards me, with a smile on his face and keeping eye contact.

He reached the top of the stairs and stood right beside me. We were so close to each other. Any amount of space between us was taken up by the balloons. I turned to face him and asked him again

"Those are for your wife, aren’t they?"

He held them up and said to me "No, they’re for you."

I looked at the big and intricate bunch of balloons, with streamers and paper. It had all kinds of balloons in different sizes and shapes like spheres spirals and hearts. It was all red, white and pink. Then in the very top center of it all was a shiny, red balloon covered with "I love you" in different languages. Then I noticed how he was holding it. They were all planted in a mug that said, in his own messy handwriting.

"Happy Valentines Day, from Jordan to Amy"

My smile grew wider. My heart beat faster. My stomach was doing summersaults. I even started to giggle. Then I looked at him.

I gave him a questioning look and asked "Really?"

"Yes" he reassured and gave them to me.

I took it and looked at it again. It seems stupid now, but I just couldn’t believe this was mine. I was never given anything like this by anyone like him. He was my first valentine.

He started apologizing for not getting me anything better and that couldn’t think of anything give me. I just told him that it was fine and that it was one of the sweetest things. I loved them. I thanked him for such a wonderful gift and for being such a great person.

Then in the background I could hear them. My classmates were cheering and howling "uuuyyy… Jordan… Amy"

We both started blushing and smiling too much. I just tried not to meet his eyes. If that happened again, I just know that I wouldn’t be able to control myself even more. I just stared at the balloon or at my feet because of embarrassment.

Then my classmates started to chant "kiiiiiiiisss…"

I was about to apologize for their behavior when, out of no where, he kissed me on the cheek.

Whatever bodily freedom I regained, after seeing him earlier, quickly disappeared again. I was frozen. I couldn’t believe he did what he did. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal. He’s kissed on the cheek before, but it was always casual and it was out of welcome or departure.

I could really feel his kiss this time. His lips were soft and tender. It was quick, too quick to the point that I doubted it ever happened but enough to make my heart skip a beat.

My classmates cheered louder. I just tried to focus on him. I didn’t look at my class at all. I just gestured for us to leave.

He held out his arm, just like the way he was supposed to. He took my other bag. I put my arm around his, holding the balloons in my other hand, and he led me downstairs.

For once I left it all to fate and it figured out a situation better than I could ever had.

"Satisfied"

I’m at peace in your arms.
My aches and pains fade from my tired bones.
This puts me at rest.
I’m satisfied.

Hearing your voice, laughter and even your pulse,
Feeling the warmth of your body,
This makes me smile.
I’m satisfied.

To know that you’re happy and succeeding,
Living a life you deserve to live,
This eases my worries and fears.
I’m satisfied.

To just to have met you and known you,
To have been a part of your life, and you apart of mine,
I’m proud of being there for you.
I’m satisfied.

My heart could stay with you forever,
Content, but full and over whelmed.
This is enough…
To satisfy me.

"Try to Forget..."

Try to forget the pain you’ve caused.
How I found you, but lost.
Try to forget and wipe the tears I’ve shed
Erase the sweet words, for you, I’ve said

Try to forget the way you made my heart skip
And how it will just rip
Try to forget how your hand felt
And how your presence made me melt

Try to forget your soft cheek
With the warmth I still seek
Try to forget the times you held me
Its time for me to be free

Try to forget the times you made me smile
The happiness I felt for that while
Try to forget that in you I felt this security
A safety and comfort that took me away from reality

Try to forget the laughs we shared
But not the fact that, for you, I loved and cared
Try to forget that my only regret
Is forgetting to forget.

Why no one ever said Love was easy... cause its not

To be honest love is simple... people just complicate it. People are just complicated animals, which is ironic because we may be the only ones capable of it.

Thus another complicated period of my love-lifelessness.

Love isn't logical. No matter how much you'll try, you'll never explain it. No matter how many times you question it there's no actuall answer. That's why its so amazing and beautiful and painful. It's out of our control. Its to profoundly simple to be put in words.

The closes we could ever come up with is "I Love You" and people can still question that. They wouldn't be able to accept it. They can't fathom that someone could actually care for them and love them so much. They don't see themselves worthy enough to be loved by another. They deny that its actual genuine love. They just can't believe that they could be so important to someone.

They've been hurt, left and disappointed enough to not want to risk it again. Fear of intamacy takes over and the moment they see a chance of being hurt they run away. They trap themselves in their own world while others struggle to be apart of them.

People want to reach out and be with the person they love and let them know that they are loved. They want them to know that they are worth loving and why. They want them to know that they could never disappoint them. They want them to know that someone will always be there, even if you tell them to leave. They want them to know that another human being cares that you're happy, well and on this earth. They want you to know that there's another reason why you exists and its because you are loved by another.

Isn't that simple?

New...

Today is a new day of a new year!

I know it isn't exactly the very start, but its better than not actually writing anything. I'm a little late, admit that. I'm sorry. I just havn't been writing much because there isn't anything to write about.

Its been a stready start. It hasn't been the best, but it hasn't been that bad. There hasn't been any major disasters in my life. Nothing completely unbelievable happened. Its just been a pretty good.

The best thing about all of this is that I have more friends now than in the pass years. I've never been so welcomed before. I feel very comfortable and accepted by great people. My relationship with my family has only improved. I'm closer to my grandparents now and even though my mom is in another country, we still chat and get along. I'm glad I didn't start the year with cutting any ties.

I'll freely admit. It hasn't been my best school year concerning my grades. I havn't been concentrating. My priorities have been really mixed up and I'm not as passionate as I was last school year.

"Christmas Gift"

It wasn’t wrapped with bows or fancy paper.
There was no written card or letter.
Santa didn’t put it under the tree
For everyone else to see.
No fortune was spent.
For deeper thoughts it was meant.
It wasn’t branded or designer.
This was something simpler.
It wasn’t special because of any of these things.
This was of sweet nothings.

I love you.
And that was it. It wasn’t something new.
I love you.
This was something I wished he knew.
My body grew weak, but my heart stronger
As I let those words linger.
So many times I’ve said them.
Every time was as precious as a gem.
This was my Christmas gift to him,
With enough joy to fill up to the rim.
A present too valuable to be bought,
One that will never rot,
Covered so beautifully,
With sincerity and honesty.

This was all I had to offer.
And I didn’t regret nor suffer.

Christmas Break

I know, I know it's been a while. I've been busy. I wanted to write, but my heart wasn't into it. I think it still isn't. I've been trying to write another poem about "him", and I do realize that this would be the third which is bordering on obsession. But honestly, can I help it if I'm inspired at least for a while. I still haven't finished it. It's like I've been a little dry in the head lately.

The poem is about what happened during Christmas break. I promised myself that I would try to get over him on my vacation, when I wouldn't see him. It would make things a lot easier. I texted him to not text me during Christmas break and he politely agreed. Unfortunately, I really wasn't completely into it. I was crying as I texted him. I was having a hard time with my new resolution. But in all the tears and heartache, I did my best to follow through and I manage... for a while.

We weren't directly communicating with each other, but I was still thinking about him and talking about him. To be honest, I was disappointed with my behavior. How was I suppose to get over him when I couldn't even not talk about him. I was in denial. I told myself it was a slow process, but I really was just having a difficult time.

Though it was one-sided (pathetic), this was the closes I ever got to love (more pathetic). I've never felt like this and this much for another person. I had a grasp on him in my heart and I wasn't ready to let go.

Then on Christmas eve, it wasn't just me who broke a promise. He texted me.

He found out about how I was constantly talking about him and he was concerned. He'd always had a problem with his self-image and to know that someone was head-over-heels in love with him worried him. In his text, he apologized for entering my life (which I considered a blessing). He told me that he couldn't love me back (this stung me a little) because he wasn't worthy of love (which was ridiculous). He wanted me to find someone better. He wanted me to move on and stop hurting myself.

Before I took care of my own wounds, I replied... I told him he was an idiot, but I was in love with an idiot. I told him it was OK if he didn't love me back and if he only saw me as a friend. I could have accepted that. What I couldn't accept was the way he was treating himself. I hated the way he didn't love himself when there was so much to love. His happiness is important to me. He is important to me. I told him that I will always love him in some way because he was my friend and I cared about him. I just wished he could see and feel why I loved him so much. I told him that someone will always love him and that was my gift to him. I told him I love him.

In the end I thought I would regret being that forward, but I didn't. I was honest. I told him the truth and I freely accepted whatever happened. I let my heart go taking a few cuts and bruises but also filled with love. This was my Christmas.

Losing You...

How pathetic am I? I already got my heart broken by a guy I'm not with. We aren't together, but the thought of losing hope on being together left me into pieces. I was just a mess. I just lost myself. I cried on and off, from the night I found about someone else to the next day when I was just wondering what was true and what wasn't. I was just shattered.

I heard that you already had someone else and I actually caused some problems between the two of you. This just got be guilty and hurt. I was so scared that I did something wrong and that I could have destroyed a relationship that I had no idea of. I just wouldn't know what to do if I ever hurt you or cause you any unnecessary hardships.

Then I was just hurt. I long for this guy for months and I find out he has someone else. I finally knew what Meridith felt when she found out about Addison. I felt like I was going to lose McDreamie ("Grey's Anatomy"). What was worse was that, I didn't have him in to begin with. I just liked him. I broke down. I cried. I nearly skipped a class. I just had a hard time that day.

Then we found each other again. I thought I might cry again, but I didn't. You came up to me, took me aside and explained. It was all a misunderstanding, a cruel joke by someone else.

I was relieved. You who indirectly took my smile away came back and wiped my tears and gave it back. In those few moments of being with you and talking with you again, I felt like you gave me back my sleepless night and painful day. You crazy-glued my heart back together. Thank you.

After that day, I just realized how down I was. I was a sorry excuse of a human being. I never thought that realizing that I could never have you would be that hard for me, but it was. You really are important to me. I never knew who much until I thought I lost you, before I even had you.

Now I know I really have it bad for you.

"A Thought of You"

Another thought of you came to mind,
Of you and I with hands entwined.
Shoulder to shoulder as we walk.
The smiles on our faces as we talk.
Of a cheek to cheek dance,
When we'll get the chance.
The rhythm, the beating of our hearts.
Your grasped around me gently.
You're breathing on my skin.
Every beat, every breathe, every touch,
I've never felt so much.

Though I've never felt this before,
This was just a thought, nothing more.
A dreamt up fantasy,
I wish to be a reality.

"Jaded"

I've had crushes before, but none like this.

Why is it you who I can't resist?

My heart grows weaker by the minute.

I wonder if you ever see it?

I strain to face you with a smile,

As I wait patiently for a while,

Hoping that someday you will see

Something more than a friend in me.

I've wiped the tears, both yours and mine,

But I do my best to say "I'm fine".

I can't blame you, you never pushed me,

But can you blame me, if there's something in you I see.

As a joke, they tell me that "love is blind",
Then they ask me "what is it in you I find?".
So I ease their mind. To all those others

I say, "Love is not blind, it only sees what matters".

Your kindness, humor and playful vulgarity

And there's your determination, passion, talent and maturity.

I smile, laugh and blush with you the most.

To have you as someone in my life, gives me a chance to boast.

I try to act normal when you're around,

But it's much more difficult than it sounds.

I'm glad that you put me at ease,

But there are times that you make me weak in the knees.

If believing in me is so rough,

And if you still think that this is a bluff,

I hope that what I say and do is enough

To show you that it's you who I love.

PDA: Partially Depressing Afternoon

Actually, P.D.A. (Public Display of Affection) is involved in the story. Unfortunately wasn't real. It was just for a small show. And by small, I mean in front of the whole school.

It was little awkward. The fact that almost everyone was there watching what we were doing for 5 minutes was really nerve-racking. There was also the fact it was my first "Doxology" was also something at I kept thinking about, and that there were many lifts and that I'm not exactly "light". Then I made the most mistakes. I was so thankful to learn that my class wasn't there to see me. At least everyone was to busy wondering about me and my friends "friendship" in real life, that they may not have noticed the mistakes as much as I thought they did.

I was also thinking about the guy lifting me, apart from being his concerned, guilty friend that he had to lift, I also have a huge crush on him. Being that close to him for those times in practices and the actual event was what we call, in the Philippines, "kilig" moments. We're very good friends and I'm thankful that it wasn't terribly awkward. I really liked it. He's a great guy, and I still can't believe we did those things in front of so many people. Thankfully, he's also a great actor. Apart from the lifting, it wasn't that difficult. He keeps on impressing me. To be honest, it wasn't just the lifting that was hard for me to do, it was also the roles. That's because I'm not an actress.

I was suppose to be Eve and he was suppose to be Adam. We were suppose to be the first man and woman created. So of course, we had to be very sweet with each other. I liked it, but I was still shy to do the things that we did. It wasn't that serious. We danced. We held each others hands. We held each other. There was a point in the middle of the presentation that we had an "Eskimo kiss". We rubbed noses. That was that.

Then comes the afternoon. The very depressing afternoon of me being guilty with my performance. But it turns out, only my close friends actually talk about that.

The others were still wondering about our "friendship". I was a little relieved that they didn't mention my horrid performance. Unfortunately, I repeatedly answer the same question "We're we couple?" My only answered "He's a really good actor." But I wasn't, at least I didn't need to be for this role.

To my Mom

My other reason for making this blog is because of my mother. To tell you frankly, we weren't as close before as we are now (irony), at least that what I feel. Now, that she's a thousand mile away I not only miss her, but our relationship has actually grown stronger. Before this we only talked once every two weeks, and even then we'd only talk the usual things. There wasn't any actual bonding, and I include myself as a reason, let me expain.

Others may not understand, but I know a lot of Filipino's who can relate to this. My mother is an OFW, overseas Filipino worker. She's currently working in Dubai as a manager. She's left me and my brother to our grandmother's care. My younger half-brothers in the care of their father. It's been difficult for all of us, especially Martin, the youngest. I alway here him call for mama. As the eldest I took more responsibilities in taking care of them. I couldn't imagine what they could feel, so I do my best to make it easier.

I understand why she's working so far away. OFW aren't uncommon. Salary is better there, and Dubai is one of the safer places to work in the middle east. She sends us money regulary and we still chat online once a week. I'm very blessed and thankful for having such an amazing woman to be my mother.

But the fact is, I miss her. Call me selfish, but you can't blame me. I'm grateful for her, but I wish she could be here. I wish she could be playing with Matthew and Martin right now. I wish i wouldn't have to worry what was happening in Dubai just to know that she was safe. I wish time would go faster so that she could come and visit. I wish we would win the lotto so that no one in my family has to work again. I love her and I'm thankful for her sacrifices but I wish she was back home with us.

Welcome!!!

Welcome to my world, at least my world written down. If you choose to join my world I gladly welcome you to. But before you do, let me tell you something about myself. That is the whole point of having a blog, isn't it? This is so that I have the chance to meet people around the world and vice versa.

I'm really nothing new. I'm a young, single Filipina enjoying my life as much as I can. I'm close to my family and friends. I'm still a student, and I'm planning to be a teacher. There's really nothing more that.

I pretty easy to identify with. I like almost anything; from the paintings of Van Gough, Dali and Klimt, to the music of Sinatra, Queen, Bee Gees, Bon Jovi and Bocelli, to the actics of the classic 3 Stooges or the fights in the WWE. I have a very wide taste which I try to use to the fullest when I meet someone. I find it easier to talk to someone when you actually have something to talk about. So, if you like me, try to talk to me.