chocolates

I love chocolates. There's no denying about it. So it definitely completed my night to be given a bar of--I practically don't know. It didn't have a label anymore, and I just devoured it as if I've never eaten chocolate in my life.

I also got to talk with Naj, who's practically worried about me for the past two days. I blame it on my no-load cell phone. Hope everything will work out for us, this so-called business venture (teehee).

And of course, there's the dinner and the good talk. Nothing beats a good talk.

words are kicking in!

I've always find it such a sheer joy when words start kicking in. It might sound absurd to most of you, but words actually relax me; and I get to express what I feel at that present moment because of them.

Added blessing would be this good night. I was able to spend it with one of my special friends, and I had so much fun in the middle of pizza, songs, and a short walk to and fro Ayala Center-Cebu. For a while, he gave me a world I may have forgotten or this space that, surprisingly, I get to share with him comfortably.

This is another good evening, indeed, even if I'm missing some of my friends. This night has been special. Tomorrow, I believe I'd still be thinking about it. :)

PS: I also received my checks from Xlibris. At last, I can pay my bills. :D

It's the walk and the talk

Today, I get to know a person a little bit more, and I'm thankful. For quite a time, I thought I have the most painful love story or the most cynical life than anyone in the world. Well, that's how much I can be absorbed with my own ego. But when you let someone else's life get into you, and you immerse yourself too in his or her presence, you tend to lose yourself along the way and all you see is his or her life--right in front of you--with all its glory.

Indeed, hers unfolded in front of me, and somehow, I feel kind of guilty and utterly stupid to think too much about my own problems. There's this girl who's almost the same age as mine but has been through what women ten or twenty years our senior might be going through. I scramble and crumble at the slightest emotional disarray, and there she was--calm and comfortable as ever despite the inner turmoils that keep tugging her heart.

And with her, I found strength and more reasons to be truly grateful. I've found someone who can be one of my perfect examples of composure and love for oneself. I've met a girl--no, a woman--who never fears pain, albeit embrace it, for from it, she learns what a remarkable person she is.

I'm done with it, thank you!

Finally, after almost a MONTH of editing the 319-page manuscript, I'm putting it to rest. Now, I can somehow think of other important tasks to do like redecorating my own garden, which I'm doing for almost a week now. :) I know I'm still taking my baby steps, but I want to progress gradually. This time, I want to be sure and firm with my decisions.

Speaking of decisions, somehow, some factors are becoming clearer to me. All I'm waiting is confirmation. Perhaps if I'm done with the plans I have in mind, I can come up with the best solution...err... product of my discernment pretty soon.

As of now, I leave everything in God's hands. There's nothing for me to fret about. As what Psalm 118:8 says, "It's better to put trust in God than confidence in man."

Nine Reasons Why Today Is a Good Day

1. There's that awesome rain!
2. I get to play and bathe in the rain. (I was still in elementary the last time I did this.)
3. I get to talk to friends.
4. I go grocery with my mother and get to be drenched in the rain with her.
5. I have truly feel-good music playing.
6. I have a good read waiting for me.
7. There's my energy to work.
8. I eat peanut butter sandwich.
9. My journal is now PINK!

This is good... really good. :)

almost snapped out

I almost snapped and simply got lose of my irrationality. It seems like it's basic instinct for man to think of his own emotions first before somebody else's, especially if he's trapped in a difficult situtation. I tried to be defensive--the aggrieved--when all along, I knew that somehow I also did something wrong.

Despite my anger, despite this feeling of being outcast and misjudged, I still thank God for planting into my mind that things are going to be okay. He let me realized that this is just a passing thing, as all other hard-to-manage circumstances. I know that tomorrow, when I wake up, I'll hardly remember our verbal exchanges. Instead, I'll be looking forward to the days when he'll see me as someone he can trust fully--even if I'm a girl.