My Sheerio fandom.

Photo credits: parade.com

Sometimes I don’t get what I see in Ed. I’ve never fangirled this hard before. Ngayon lang to. Pramis.
It’s not even normal for me to blow a huge amount of money on just a night. But because I am such a Sheerio by blood, heart, and soul, my officemate Leah (who is also a Sheerio by blood, heart, and soul) and I went to see him perform live in Manila. Best day ever.

How did my fandom start? It started with the song Everything Has Changed. I really liked that song, though I was familiar only with Taylor. Then one time, someone posted on Facebook about Ed. I was intrigued. Ed Sheeran who? Upon exhaustive research (just kidding, it was just Google), I found out that he was the one in EHS. I downloaded his whole discography…and boy was I in for a treat. One thing led to another and I was hooked! His songs are sort of addictive. I was high on Ed’s songs.

Lego House was the first to catch my attention (I heard it many times before and liked it, but I didn’t know it was him). A-Team, Where We Land, UNI, All of the Stars, Drunk… I cannot possibly enumerate everything. They're a delight! And of course my most favorite of all, Give Me Love. There is something to that song that makes me play it over and over. It probably has an audial drug or earworm of some sort. Seriously, what is up with that song??? As of the moment, I have played it 599 times on my media player (yes folks, I really checked).

Then his latest album was released, X. The songs are even more breathtaking. I’m a Mess, Afire Love, I See Fire, Photograph, I willl stop enumerating now because you should honestly check out everything. I looped almost every song on that album, and I’m not finished yet.

I also started searching his background (not the creepy-stalker type ha, just a typical fangirl), following him on social media, and making his photos or song lyrics my wallpaper (okay, now that I think of it I kinda sound creepy). I find him cute and adorable. I am also mesmerized with the things he says and does. He is really cute, isn’t he?

Last 2014, Leah and I had a deal that if he were coming to Manila, we would definitely watch, no matter how costly. And much to our surprise, he did! Reserving tickets online was the hunger games of reservations. A few hours (or was it minutes?) into after the registration, there were almost no slots available. Boy, the sheerios are really fast, all hell broke loose. Good thing, a small window of opportunity opened: two adjacent seats in the lower box. We reserved it and paid via credit card (thanks Leah!). We even bought sheerio shirts to wear on the concert. It was all set. See you on March 12, Ed!

I remember counting down 67 days before the concert. Every day I waited slowly and patiently, until days 10, 5, 3… either time passed by in a blur or we were just so freakingly busy, or both, but we almost didn’t notice the time was getting near. I was thrilled! OA man sabihin, pero it had been the most blissful countdown of my life. No kidding!

Those 67 days of countdown, the exhausting week, the extra effort we exerted at work in order to render undertime, the long line, and the two hours we had to kill before the concert… All of those troubles disappeared when he stepped on stage.

*melts*
Video screenshot credits: Cherry Mariano

There was no “Hi, hello, good evening Manila!” There was no intro nor any warning. The lights suddenly dimmed out, and there he was, strumming to the chords of I’m a Mess. Nganga!!!

I couldn’t explain the feeling. I know I used to scoff at people who cry seeing their idols at concerts, but now I understand how that felt. When I saw him, I was so awestuck I myself began to cry!!! It was so overwhelming. It was like I was dreaming, but it was oh so real. Ed is an actual person. And he is singing right in front of me. No back-up dancers, no props, no elaborate stage design; just him, his guitar, his loop pedal, and a few digital backdrops. No one else was there, yet his presence was enough.

Leah and I and pretty much everyone yelled so hard, I thought our vocal chords were going to be ripped. And as if that wasn't enough, the crowd also sang along in literally every song. Including the rap parts. Other singers would normally not like that, but Ed was so amazed at the crowd he even sang second voice along with us at the lumiére over me part of Tenerife Sea. That. Was. Just. Magical. Imagine the chills, guys.

I honestly did not want the concert to end. To me, it felt like I was in one very huge jamming session, and in that moment I wanted time to freeze. Almost in a mystical way, the concert was vast and at the same time, intimate. It was paradoxically beautiful. I have never felt something like that before.

I can't tell everything here, for I was so blissful I was almost in a trance; but check out these detailed posts from cool sheerios that pretty much captured what I felt: read here; see photos here and here.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. After his last song, Sing, he left us chanting the coda  "ohhh" part, and we sang it probably for a good three minutes before realizing Ed was not coming back on stage. I yelled "Noooooo!" so hard it was seriously the loudest "no" I have ever said. But of course. Ed was gone; the concert had passed.

Leah and I were high after the concert. After a few days, we were still high on Ed. We kept on looping his songs for weeks. Seriously, that amount of rush and bliss we felt that night was pretty hard to shake off.

I know Ed would come back in Manila, because he said it so. I shall patiently wait for it. 

Thank you, Ed, for making one of the most wonderful nights of my life. Your music runs over and over my head, through my veins and straight to my heart (whatever's left of it, anyway).

And I will see you soon, because when you had us chant that "ohhh" at the end of the night, you know we never stopped. The concert is not over. We are waiting.

Listening again.

I’ve been listening again
to the album I used to listen to
when I fell in love with you.

I’ve been listening again
to this album of a familiar tune
where every song reminds me of you.

These songs were once a happy melody
that kept me awake on sleepless nights,
that touched my heart and so much more,
that soothed my very soul.

Now when I close my eyes
as these songs play on the background
I remember the times you hurt me,
the times I hurt you,
the silly fights we could have let go,
the essential fights we could have not let go,
the times you made me cry,
the times I made you cry,
the times things were complicated,
the times we weren’t happy anymore.

And then this album
becomes a collection of sad songs
and all those happy memories
are replaced with the sad ones.

We could have worked things out
we could have just been honest
we could have cleared out the vagueness
of this confusing whirl we were in.
but we didn’t.

And so I am left
with this lonely line of songs I must endure.

I shall still listen to these songs
though it hurts me to the core;
I hope next time I play them

I won’t miss you anymore.

Isantabi.

May mga araw kung saan ang kalungkutan ay madaling isantabi. Ito ang mga araw na ang isip ng tao ay nakatuon sa sari-saring mga bagay. Sa mga panahong ito ang lungkot ay nakatabi lamang sa sulok, nag-aabang, nagbabadyang magmulto anomang oras.

Ang mga araw na ito ay naiipon: lahat ng panahong hindi ka malungkot o sadyang hindi mo ito pinapansin o ipinahahalata. At ang lahat ng lungkot na naipon, kapag sumabog ay nakakamatay.

Malungkot pala ako. Hindi ko ito napansin gawa ng dami ng pinagkakaabalahan sa araw na 24 oras lang ang laman. Mga pinagkakaabalahang wala akong ideya kung saan patutungo, mga bagay na hindi ko alam kung ikagaganda nga ba ng buhay ko o ng estado ko. Sa mga bagay na ito nalilibang ako ng kaunti. Sa mga bagay na ito panandalian akong nakalilimot sa ‘yo. 

Panandalian, ngunit hindi habambuhay.

Malalim ang sugat na dinulot mo. Hindi sapat ang ilang buwang paglimot ko sa ‘yo. Isag taon na ang nakakalipas, pero parang wala namang nabago. Oo, masakit pa rin hanggang ngayon ang iyong paglayo.

At wala nang mas sasakit pa sa katotohanang hindi ka na babalik.

Kaya ko naman.

Kaya kong mabuhay nang wala ka.

Kayang kaya kong mabuhay nang wala ka
Hindi nga lang masaya.
Pero kaya ko naman.
Pero hindi masaya.
Para lang akong isang bulaklak
Na minalas na tumubo
Sa malilim na dako ng mundo,

Sa ilalim ng mga bato.
Mabubuhay naman ito
Kahit wala ang sikat ng araw
Yun nga lang, hindi ito tatayog

Lalaki itong matamlay,
At yuyuko ito hamambuhay
Gaya ng pagyuko ko
Simula noong araw na nawala ka.

Kaya kong mabuhay nang wala ka
Kaya ko, hindi nga lang masigla
Pero kaya ko naman.
Pero hindi masigla.
Para lang akong isang bata
Na nalulungkot sa loob ng bahay

Dahil di maubos-ubos ang ulan.

Nakadungaw lang ito sa bintana,

Naghihintay na magliwanag.

Parang ako ang batang ito
Na nabubuhay sa paghiling
Na tumila ang sana ang bagyo —
Ang walang katapusang bagyo —
Noong nawala ka sa buhay ko.

Kaya kong mabuhay nang wala ka
May buhay pa rin ako, pero walang halaga
Pero may buhay pa rin.
Wala nga lang halaga.
Para lang akong kung sino man siya
Na bumubungad sa akin
Sa harap ng salamin.
Nabubuhay naman siya,
Kumakain, natutulog, pumapasok,

Buhay, pero walang halaga.

At hindi ko siya kilala.

Dahil ang kilala kong siya
Ay yung pagkatao niya
Noong hindi ka pa nawawala sa buhay niya.

Kaya kong mabuhay nang wala ka
Pero hindi masaya.
Kaya kong wala ka sa araw-araw
Pero walang sigla.
Pero kaya ko namang mawala ka.
Yun nga lang, wala nang halaga.

At kaya kong mabuhay nang wala ka
Pero habambuhay akong hihiling

Na sana,

Sana,

Sana,

Hindi ka na lang nawala.

I Lived - OneRepublic

In one of the episodes of the series Red Band Society, the main character, Jordi was about to undergo an operation to amputate his leg due to complications of his disease. On that scene we hear this song play on the background -- what a creative use of the lyrics "With every broken bone, I swear I lived."

Such an empowering song.

Check the video (which is even more inspiring) here: http://youtu.be/z0rxydSolwU

I believe in you.

You are again at yet another crossroad of your relationship: the part where you are mad at her and faced with two things — to forgive her and get over it, or to forget her and really get over it.

This crossroad is a tough one, for it predestines what your fate will be for the next couple of days/weeks/months. It determines what your emotional state will be, what your actions will be, and weather you will be alone on Saturday nights. Heck, it would even determine what your meals will be.

You are so used to this cycle you are caught up in. It happens so certain and frequent that a pattern has emerged — you and she become so attached to each other, get mad at something (big or small, it doesn’t matter), not keep in touch for a time, miss each other, keep in touch again, become attached to each other again, and repeat. It’s a vicious cycle that, admit it, honestly eats up all the hell out of you.

It’s a vicious cycle you know you must break. Unfortunately, this cycle is sort of a black hole  — it sucks you right back to it in an inescapable force. It is a real struggle to get out of this whirl. Srsly. How do you even.

It’s hard because at the back of your head, you have this lunatic notion that the cycle will somehow evolve. There is a lingering feeling, no matter how minute, that the situation will change for the better. You think that, maybe this time, things between you and her will be okay.

Simply put, you are still hoping. But dear, I want you to stop hoping. This, I’m afraid to tell, is a vicious cycle so hurtful that no one emerges from it victorious. In this cycle, no one wins. No matter how great things seem to be, no matter how close you think you are to ‘seeing better days with her’, it shall always go back to the cycle it has always been. There’s no escaping this. You and she will always be apart, together, apart again, together again until one or both get tired.

The cycle will not magically evolve. The situation will not change for the better. There is no ‘maybe this time’, there will be no room for another time.

The cycle will not end unless you ruthlessly snap yourself out of it. And how do you do that? It’s an enormous feat, but boy the rewards are glorious. It takes tons of fortitude to even begin to let go of such a love. Many tears will be shed, and it may take a long time to heal, so brace yourself. But the only way to break the cycle is to get out of it, isolate yourself far from it, no matter how painful, no matter how seemingly impossible.

You can do this. You have done this before. You have triumphed over far tougher situations, and this one is no different. It may seem too hard for you, for you are so attached…but you have detached yourself from various people before and you made it. This is no different. It's time to break the cycle. You can do it. I believe in you.

Walang forever?

Walang forever.

Lately I’ve been saying that often. I say it when I see lovers whose sweetness breaks the point of utter saturation; I say it when I hear cheesy lines in stories that are too good to be true; I say it when I see scenes of lovers in movies that are so cringe-worthy they hurt my eyebrows already.

Walang forever. People who hear it from me always tell me how bitter I am. They tend to claim I am humu-hugot (I tried to translate it in english but I realize there is no such term. Oh, the Filipino culture.). They say I am too negative or hopeless. I wish I could agree to them...

When I say walang forever, let it be known to you that it is a lie. Or that I am kidding. Of course I believe in forever. I’ve always believed in forever. It’s been my default setting. I say walang forever a lot, but only for satirical purposes. Just for fun! I know that phrase has been used far and wide these days, but I know not whether people imbibe it in their mindset for real (I hope they don't).

In fact, walang forever is a school of thought one shouldn’t subscribe to. The amount of negativity in this statement is too damn high that there is no room for hope. This phrase seems to flush all possibilities of love (and yes, a happy ending) out the window. Who says love and happy endings don’t exist? And if you do, how long have you been living under a rock?

Perhaps what people got tired of is not love itself, but the overly ideal, unrealistic kind of love that the media has been portraying. Perhaps they got frustrated by the fact that their love stories in real life are not like the ones they see in movies. Or perhaps they just know that in real life, there is pain in love, as opposed to the all-sweet and perfect story that many television shows suggest. It leads them to conclude walang forever in real life.

But as one quote (?) I saw in a social media site says, “Walang forever? Ano ba tingin mo sa lolo at lola natin? Friends with benefits?” Quite sarcastic, pero may point! We may have lost a loved one or had a bad experience in love, but saying walang forever because of that is inconclusive and downright preposterous.

We tend to forget those who have succeeded in love, those who hope in love, and those who continue to love, with all the pain and troubles attached to it. If we have a tally of people who succeeded in love and those who didn’t, I bet the former shall outnumber the latter. Big time. I know it, because I’m a believer of love — not the crappy, nauseating kind we see in movies, but the one that is true, happy, blissful, painful, troublesome, and uncertain. This is the perfect kind of love that no amount of cheesiness in movies can top. This love debunks walang forever. This love is the real forever.

 

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"Whoever fails to love does not know God, because God is love." 1 John 4:8

Why would I?

You.

You who treat me never as a priority but only as an option.

You who think of me only in your spare time.

You who would talk to me only when you have no one to talk to.

And you who would, every single time, put me in the bottom of your list.

Why would I settle for you?

Why would I take your love that’s nothing but leftovers for me?

Why would I go for your love that gives me second best?

Why would I be content with your offering that's only half a heart?

Why would I spend my entire time with you, who spends just what’s left of it with me?



When I am worth far more than the dirtbag you make me feel like,

When, despite my imperfections, I deserve to be given due value,

When all you can give me is the faintest kind of love,

Why would I settle for you?

Why the heck would I settle for you?

Ang cycle na papatay sa'yo.

1. I-convince ang sarili na "Magmo-move on na talaga ako, for real this time."

2. Putulin lahat ng means of communication sa kanya.

3. Iwasan siya.

4. Patagalin ng ilang araw, linggo o buwan (kung kaya mo) ang pag-iiwasan.

5. Ma-miss siya.

6. Umabot sa puntong napakasakit na yung pagka-miss mo sa kanya.

7. Dahil 'di ka na makatiis, i-text o chat siya ng "Kumusta? I hope you're doing fine."

8. Dahil magre-reply siya, asahang magiging textmates o chatmates na ulit kayo.

9. Magtantyahan kung kaya pang ibalik ang dating samahan. Kahit "as friends" lang.

10. Dahil okey naman kayo magiging close na kayo ulit "as friends".

11. Masaktan dahil malalamang may nilalandi siyang iba.

12. Umiyak at malungkot buong araw dahil akala mo, okey na okey kayo.

13. I-convince ang sarili na "Magmo-move on na talaga ako, for real this time."

14. Putulin lahat ng means of communication sa kanya.

15. Iwasan siya.

16. Patagalin ng ilang araw, linggo o buwan (kung kaya mo) ang pag-iiwasan.

17. Ma-miss siya.

18. Umabot sa puntong napakasakit na yung pagka-miss mo sa kanya.

19. Dahil 'di ka na makatiis, i-text o chat siya ng simpleng "Kumusta? I hope you're doing fine."

20. Dahil magre-reply siya, asahang magiging textmates o chatmates na ulit kayo.

21. Magtantyahan kung kaya pang ibalik ang dating samahan. Kahit "as friends" lang.

22. Dahil okey magiging close na kayo ulit "as friends".

23. Masaktan dahil malalamang may nilalandi siyang iba.

24. Umiyak at malungkot buong araw dahil akala mo, okey na okey kayo.

25. I-convince ang sarili na "Magmo-move on na talaga ako, for real this time."

Go back to number 1 and repeat until you die.

Inalayan ko ng awit ang isang matanda.

Inalayan ko ng awit ang isang matanda
Linggo ng hapon noon at wala ‘kong magawa
Niyakap niya ako ng ubod ng diin
Sabi’y malaking bagay ang nagawa mo sa’kin.

Inalayan ko ng awit ang isang matanda
Para hindi siya maghapong nakatulala
Kahit nagkagulo-gulo at wala sa tono
Ang saya ni lola ay kitang kita ko.

Inalayan ko ng awit ang isang matanda
Bilang munti lamang na kawanggawa
Akala ko naman ito’y walang epekto
Pero pinasaya ko daw pala kanyang mundo.

Inalayan ko ng awit ang isang matanda
Kahit ang awit ay palasak na sa iba
Payak at kay ikli lang ng awit na dala
Ngunit kahit ito ay makahihilom din pala.

Inalayan ko ng awit ang isang matanda
Ang kapalit ay sobra-sobra namang pagpapala
Dahil noong sinubukan kong dalhin siya kay Kristo

Ako ay dinala niya kay Kristo rin mismo.

Lucky me.

Today I realized something that really made me happy.

I look at my bookshelf and there's really nothing much to see. I have few books.

Thus, most of the books I have read in my life are borrowed from friends.

Oh man, I am friends with the right people.

Dear boss.

Minsan may mga araw na masarap lang umabsent at magsabi ng mga dahilang pawang guni-guni lang.

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Dear boss, di po ako makakapasok
Mainit sa labas, may threat ng heatstroke
Three hours lang po ang tulog ko
At di pa ako naggugupit ng kuko.

Dear boss, ngayon po absent ako
Makati po kasi ang lalamunan ko
May dumaang itim na pusa sa harap ko
Mahirap na eh, baka malasin po ako.

Dear boss, di ako papasok mamaya
Ang klima po kasi today di kaaya-aya
May ermitanyo pang kumatok sa bahay ko
Sabi magugunaw na daw po ang mundo.

Dear boss, wala po ako sa work today
Traffic daw po kasi diyan sa highway
Di rin po ako nakapagpainit ng tubig
Ayoko namang maligo nang sobrang lamig.

Dear boss, sana po intindihin nyo
Di naman po sa tinatamad ako
Nabasa nyo naman ang mga rason ko

At next week pramis papasok na ako.

Love will find a way.

“Love will find a way.”

I heard it this morning in a song. In fact we hear this so many times in so many songs. And yes, I do believe in this cliche.

I believe that love is always a verb rather than a noun; that if we love a person, there must always be a corresponding action that will show that love. Thus, if you say you love me but treat me like a dirtbag, then I’d have a hundred reasons to doubt that love.

Love finds a way. Do take note that it is ‘love’ that finds the way, not the universe, not fate, not your friend, not everyone else. It’s all up to you, how great your love is for that person. If you love her or him, you will find a way. The universe will not find a way and magically bring you to the one you love, as if it owes it to us. Because really, it doesn’t.

Love translates to action all the time. A parent who works 24/7 to send his son to college, a mother who does all the chores, a friend who does a favor way too inconvenient for himself… These are all love in action. Even if they don’t say it, their actions do all the talking. And this is the best kind of love, way better than any euphoric love you can possibly experience. This is the kind of love that actually finds a way.

Okay, I know you’ve heard all this before, but sometimes we tend to forget. And so let me find a way for you to remember. :)

Burning bridges.

(This poem was written while OneRepublic’s Burning Bridges was looped on my playlist.)

There are bridges I must cross
There are bridges I must burn
There’ll be pain and there’ll be loss
But I must keep still my stern

There are bridges I must take
There are some I must forsake
Though this bridge is hard to shake
My heart’s welfare is at stake

Some bridges are for keeping
And some are for forgetting
For if I stay here hanging
Then I shall end up falling

Farewell, then, I set afire
This bridge that must now retire
For this bridge I long desire
It shall leave a scar so dire

Meh.

If there’s one word to describe this day, it’s “meh.”

“Meh” is probably the common existing apathetic expression there is. Meh is pokerface. Meh is lukewarm, passive, tepid. The closest Filipino expression to “meh” is probably “lakompake.”

I like happy days. I dread sad days. I look forward to exciting days. But meh days? I don’t know what to do with them, such as this one. While I edit, I write a poem, listen to music, eat, text, chat a little, and “sing a sad song just to turn it around.” But nothing. It’s still meh. And honestly, this sucks more than the sad days I already cower at. For in sad days I actually feel something -- yes, it's sad, but that feeling indicates I still have a heart that beats; whilst in meh days I feel just…meh. Indifferent. Like a robot, but even less interesting.

Does this make sense? Do you feel the same as I do, or am I just meh-ing the crap out of you?

Meh.

Back home.

No matter where I go, I always come back to you. No matter where I flee, I always end up with you.

Ever since I've been with you, you had been a staple entity in my life. My activities somehow revolved around you. I have identified myself as always with you. And at one point, I have considered you a factor in deciding my future plans.

But life circumstances are bound to keep us apart.

Thus, I suffered a severe separation anxiety when I parted myself from you. I always thought about you, kept in touch with you as often as I could, and wished I was right there with you. I would close my eyes and wished there was a time machine, or a teleportation device that would bring me to where you are.

I thought that, now that I am alone again, it would be hard for me to establish another identity apart from you. And sure it was damn hard.

Thank God I made it through that pace. I was able to find myself, to make friends outside our circle, and to cut my severe attachment. I finally learned to live my life apart from you.

But in my heart, there will always be a special place for you. For when I feel weary and lost, it is in you that I find refuge. When I seem to be out of tune with myself, I seek you, and I am reminded of who I am again.

There are times when I fail to keep in touch, but never forget that you are always part of my being, seeped down to my very core.

You are my sanctuary. I will leave, find myself in places far and wide — but you will always call me, and I will always come back home to you.

    Di kita malilimutan, lagi kitang babalikan.

On living under a rock.

I am one of those freaks of nature without a Facebook account. I deactivated it October last year.

This decision is quite a big deal for me; this is the only connection I have with many people. This is where I get updates about my social affiliations. This is where I chat my distant relatives and friends. And this is where I greet people on their birthdays.

Heck, my dad even joined Facebook after I deactivated mine. I haven’t added him as a friend yet.

For personal reasons, I decided to quit it for a while. But as time went by, other practical reasons for not maintaining an FB account began to surface. I started to enjoy its benefits. And TBH, it can be tempting to never activate it again.

Ignorance is bliss. Without a Facebook account, I  stopped being updated on what my friends do. But do I really need to know what food they ate, what they wore to work, what beach they traveled to, or what someone said to someone? I honestly have better things to do.

I know that I’m missing on a lot of major news, like announcements of engagements, break-ups, passings, pregnancies, or epiphanic life changes; but there is also an up-side to that. Each time a friend tells me news about other friends that I hadn’t known yet, I’m so thrilled to hear it. And it makes me glad that the news is told to me personally, and not through the Facebook wall. Screw it if I’m the last to know! When it comes to hearing news like this, having a friend tell it to your face is way better.

There’s something about personal human interaction that no amount of social media usage can achieve. Without a Facebook account I feel closer to a number of friends, who kept connected to me using other means of communication. And those friendships are stronger than ever.

Before, I spent a great deal of time checking my Facebook account. I could go on hours just scrolling. But without Facebook, I can do more worthwhile things with my time. I also got to manage other accounts like Twitter, and discover other places in the Internet such as Buzzfeed, Thought Catalog, The Soshal Network, and israelmekaniko’s Tumblr account (I don’t agree with everything the guy says, but his posts are funny).

On Facebook, everyone knows what’s up with everyone. In a weird way, without an FB account I got to enjoy my privacy on a whole new level (feeling artista? charot!). I find comfort knowing that no nosy person can stalk me (at least on Facebook). I do not feel the need, nor do I feel obligated to tell the world everything about my life anyway.

However, if there’s one sad thing about this, it’s defying my natural urge to communicate, and to communicate through a powerful venue like Facebook. Though I like to keep most of my life private lately, sometimes I have stuff I am eager to share too, like when I have realizations about certain things. In these times I miss Facebook terribly, so I post it in other sites like Twitter and my blog. But at the back of my head, I know it’d have reached more people if it were posted on Facebook. It’s sad, I know, but it makes me learn to snoop around other places in the Internet. Because as we know, Facebook is not everything. Okay?

Some close friends continue asking me to go back. They keep telling me news and events I miss. One even had a hashtag #MichBumalikKaNaSaFBPlease (lol haha). I keep telling them I would come back soon.

I would, but probably not now.

Because so far, life is good without Facebook.

Welcome back!

Hello! As you know, for personal reasons I decided to take a hibernation period in the blog, and subsequently, in the social media.

The quiet time has been beneficial on my welfare and the sanity of my soul. Now here I am, still struggling and barely alive, but nonetheless surviving.

Since it's Easter, a time for new beginnings and joyous celebrations, I, too, am coming back from the dead. And so, I re-launch (what? haha) this blog. Its mission's remains the same and will never change -- ad majorem Dei gloriam. For the greater glory of God.

Welcome back to the world of blogging, self! :)