“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. when you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

-Haruki Murakami

Hmmm, 87 posts in one year. Not bad. This journal has always had that mixture of the mundane, profound and sabaw. Whatever the mood, one can be sure that it's all me. Some entries you see, some entries you don't. Whatever the privacy option, posting has never failed to make me breathe easier. Like I've been saying a lot, LJ will always, ALWAYS have ( Read more... )

My mind's supposed to be wandering and wondering. I mean, about life. That's what usually happens to me during my occasional spells of Socratic thought. But currently, the work that has to be done has been occupying my mind a bit more than these occasional existential crises. Well, maybe that's a good thing, but I'm learning from it nonetheless. ( Read more... )

Ngayon lang ako talagang napaisip sa mga naging pagbabago sa buhay ko. Lalo na sa aking mga pangarap. Dati ko pang pangarap maging manunulat, mula nung bata pa ako. Hindi naman sa ako'y magaling, pero sa pagsusulat ako nasisiyahan. Sa pagbabasa. Sa pagbabasa ng magasin. Sa pagtingin sa mga litrato sa magasin. Sa pag-layout ng mga bagay bagay. ( Read more... )

In the middle of tearing my room apart to look for some important documents, I came across my stacks and stacks of folders and envelopes containing old recollection letters and retreat letters from friends and classmates. I actually think I've kept a lot of them, the oldest probably dating back to the 5th grade. Yikes.

My mother always called me ( Read more... )

The process is gradual, but the results are seemingly instant. It's like taking in an energy drink with that instant strength and confidence kick. No one's ever believed in me like this, and I know no one else is going to compare. I'm doing my best, and I want to prove that I'm worthy of his trust. Honestly, I'm very very far from whatever I'm ( Read more... )

I was never a hardcore fan, and the most I probably did was enjoy a few songs of his and acknowledge him as one of the most talented musicians in the local industry...

It was saddening to hear the news, but to have ridden the same elevator as the Magalona children on the same day their father died was just too much for me to bear. The sadness ( Read more... )

A dog is not just a dog when you initially thought you weren't attached but found that the news of his passing ruined your good disposition throughout the day ( Read more... )