I can't sleep...

It's past midnight and I'm wide awake. I have work tomorrow and I'm pretty sure my eyes will be as puffy as it with allergies, if not worse.

For the life of me, I cannot sleep.

I'm getting stressed out. Planning a trip to Vegas, the prospect of moving to a new place, plus I'm getting my new vintage car (fancy way of describing a second-hand car) plus the insurance, paying rent for two places (since there will be an overlap), trying to get myself a well-deserved long-lasting birthday present and making sure that I'll have an awesome time for my birthday getaway...

I feel like I'm the only one working too hard on this. Planning, spending, making sure the reservations are made so I can score a good deal...

I'm getting exhausted.
I'm beginning to feel like I'm the only one who wants this.

Maybe I should just consider staying in town and forget about this whole thing.
It's just another year anyway...

✌,
April

Just letting it all out

I'm an feeling rather dejected right now.

How can half an hour of somebody's time be so hard to ask?It's not like they were working or doing anything important other than sleeping.

How can somebody not see the importance of being on time, of making sure that the half an hour gets maximized because that's all you got for the day?

I guess it's just me making a big deal out of nothing. Or making too much of an effort? Am I the only one who cares?

Or do things really change as time goes by?

Let the blues do the talking...

Merry Christmas, Cebu

As I'm typing this entry, it's already 2:00 am in Cebu, Philippines.I suppose, my parents already had their Noche Buena. I'm sure they'd invite the neighbors and our house is filled with our neighbors and their kids.

I miss the familiar smell of the food that's cooking in the kitchen, the Christmas carols playing, the carolers,the fireworks (literally. we kick ass on fireworks display during Christmas eve and New Year's eve), our neighbors blaring disco music dancing their hearts out.

My heart longs for home, for my family, for my friends whom I text nonstop and talk on the phone at the same time, for the festive feeling.

And yet, I also realize that home doesn't necessarily have to be a place. One can find home in company of friends. With all the drastic and dramatic changes in my life, I'm truly grateful I have quite a few friends who pulled me through.

This year, I'll be spending Christmas in my own home away from home with somebody who would do everything in his power to make me feel like home. That is the best Christmas present I could ever have.

bringing the old layout back

because I feel like it.







i hate it when things fall apart and you've got nobody here to count on...

anywhere but here...

Have you ever had that restless feeling, the one that makes you want to be somewhere else?
But you don't really know where you want to go...

I guess, I'm just being so weird because I'm bored, worried and kinda sad.

Oh well, it's just the blues.