You Won't Necessarily Get What You See...

Do not believe everything you see, for you may find yourself trapped in the fallacy of your own perception... whatever their depth, not a single ocean is really blue.

Keeping My Sanity from Friday to Saturday

On a typical Friday, I’m out with my friends: it’s like my way of “keeping my sanity intact”. Depending on what my friends feel like doing, I would either have coffee or dinner… or grab some booze and enjoy the heat of the dance floor. My friends know how to party and we usually finish Saturday early morning. Thankfully, my parents don’t mind it. They understand that my Fridays are mine and whenever I’m lucky, I also get Saturday and Sunday nights as bonus, too. Well for them it’s OK, as long as I fulfill my motherly obligations… so what more can I ask for? ;)
But some Fridays, just like today, is different. I went home early.

I was supposed to be in a Girl’s Night Out after my team’s dinner, but then a lot of the girls handed over their rain checks earlier this day. Normally, I would ask my other friends where they are so I could kind of tag along with them. But because I was dragging three bags with me, including a laptop… I told myself, forget it. I’m heading home.

I checked the clock when I got home… t’was an hour before midnight. That’s uncommon… very much uncommon pour moi.

I already felt a bit sleepy awhile ago, so I started with my evening rituals…inside my bedroom, I unraveled my messy bun and ran my fingers through the locks; for a few seconds, I allowed myself to be enamored by the sweet curls that the bun has set. I then went to my dresser and grabbed a tube of serum: I like it better compared to moisturizers because I find it less oily. I traced the serum unto my face and enjoyed how its coolness caressed my skin.

I went out of my bedroom. All corners of our house were silent as I was the only one awake.

I peeked inside my parents’ room; my kids would usually sleep there because my room doesn’t have an A/C. The kids are sound asleep… Andy was literally sleeping on the naked floor, leaving the futon abandoned. Raisha was all curled up inside the comforter, probably feeling cold again.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a pack of M&Ms. I also grabbed a bagel and a small banana. I’m all set for my midnight snack.

Before heading back to my room, I passed by our library and grabbed a book to read. I’ve decided to read Paulo Coelho’s “By The River Piedra, I Sat Down And Wept” over again. I love this book so much. It has its certain depth that will make you reflect. Paulo is a very impressive author, I think I got all his books but I’m more inclined to reading his works related to love. I’m a hopeless romantic after all.

Also in our library, is my favorite corner: my computer area. Hence, I decided to turn it on and compose a blog, just to make sure I don’t suffer from another writer’s block.

In a jiffy, I’ll be going back to my room and read a book until I fall asleep… Tonight (or should I say this Saturday morning?), that’s how I’m going to keep my sanity intact.

Time and Too Much of It

Taking your time to think before doing something may be a good idea... but taking too much of your time is a whole different story...

Sweetness and delectability can be attained by waiting for a raw fruit to ripen... but not consuming it once ripe merely exposes it to rotting.

A Thread of Goodbyes

When you treasure someone so much, it’s really hard to part ways with them. It’s hard to say goodbye to the people you hold dear. It’s hard to say goodbye if you have learned to treasure their presence. But sometimes, life compels us to let go of them… even if we’re not ready. It’s quite heartbreaking, but it has to be done.

The second half of this year has let me witnessed a series of goodbyes.

In tears, I gave these people probably one of my warmest embrace, knowing that it may take a while before I can do so again. Every once in a while, when I remember them, I still feel a pinch of loneliness… how I wish that they’re still within my arms reach. When I see things that remind me of them, I suddenly feel a film nostalgic breeze.

I remember those moments when they officially said goodbye… when they said that they have to go… Helplessly, I cried… and cried… and cried. These people were like second parents to me. Some of them I treat almost like brothers and sisters.

When I find myself remembering how they broke to me the news, I can’t help not to ask myself… ‘Why am I always the one who is left behind?’

I know it’s not exactly goodbye because time will come, I will see them again… but this is for sure, I will forever treasure the moments I shared with them... I'm going to miss them… so much.

I know things will no longer be the same again, but they will always have a special place in my heart.