D. - I am a Christian, and I believe that Christ died for my sins, and I'll be with Him after this life. And it definitely doesn't make my life easy, but its worth it. And I am ME because of that I usually get in trouble with others who can't grasp that simple fact. - likes writing and reading and eating and cooking - I am also a great believer in other people's talents so you would also see reposts and reblogs from a lot of people. -I like Korean Dramas and a bit of KPOP -How I Met Your Mother, Criminal Minds, Hunger Games, Harry Potter Series and a bit of other American Series and lots of books -I love love love love food (I can't stress that enough) -A bit of a geek and a bit of a social butterfly -this blog is a big melting pot of who I am, very complicated :) -DO NOT ASSUME ANYTHING ABOUT ME, please I won't even bother listening to you if I know better so bet not so quick to judge and instead hear out, absorb and understand. -Thanks for visiting my page, leave a message, ask anything or just nudge me.tee hee :") .^________^.
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"As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I'm still looking for the door."
It was summer, around 2009. I remember because I paid for our fare, & I was already a working student then. It was an impromptu trip to Bataan, a reunion of some sort with your siblings that we only learned the day of. And so despite the lack of sleep, I accompanied you. It was one of our classic adventures together. By that time, we see very little of each other. The rare times we interact at home often led to arguments, & so I try to avoid them altogether. But that day was different, it was one of your better days, I'd like to see how long it'll last. 2 hours in during the trip & your good mood had soured. We were lost. Two of us commuting to Tay Bong's residence, & both clueless with the destination. We didn't even know which terminal to get off at. My really old 3310 nokia was shutting off during calls & the signal was also problematic. We found ourselves having lunch in one of those roadside eateries near the terminal in Orani. You ordered something with gata, while I had adobong balunbalunan. The summer sun was too much but we were sharing a bottle of cold coke, & we were talking. You asked about the night job, & the schooling. You wondered how I was managing, & for a fleeting second it felt like you missed talking to me. It was as if everything was okay with us. And then a text came in with the better instructions of our commute. We went our way. We eventually met up with Kuya Ebong, & we arrived safely, grand entrance ika nga. I almost forgot that day until Ate Karen sent this photo. The epicness of the trip all came back, & though it seemed we were hopelessly lost, I wasn't worried for I was with you. I should have written about that day, but I didn't. I'm instead left with this murky recollection. I'm an unreliable narrator with this unreliable narrative. Sorry, Pa. Just like that day, I almost forgot. This virus had me preoccupied. It's been 7 years since you left, that means these hands were no longer the same hands that used to hug you, I'm not even sure if I'm remembering you correctly. I may no longer be the same person when this picture was taken, but my longing for you is still the same. I hope you're happy. We're okay. https://www.instagram.com/p/ClOwWiUBWkPSzrcKjmYfSdvy-MnT9Yq6ieQekE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Sometimes the small pleasures hit different. A clean house, a hot drink, making something from scratch, sitting on the porch with a loved one. Little soul-feeding activities.
Sometimes the small pleasures hit different. A clean house, a hot drink, making something from scratch, sitting on the porch with a loved one. Little soul-feeding activities.