Faith

God can turn around any situation. I believe He could and He will.

Fascinating, isn’t it? How life gets all pretty entangled with troubles sometimes like no one’s going to understand when the knots start and when it would end, but then at some point the trials will untangle miraculously without you figuring out how it happened. And you knew there’s Someone behind the clouds, painting your rainbows while the rain falls.

Calligraphy Workshop

I’m the type of person who you won’t find doing sports on weekends. I’ll be more likely lounging by our coffee table, sipping some tea, nipping a bar of chocolate while reading a novel with my red thin-framed specs on or walking round the mall (with my 3-inched heels!), browsing through rows and rows of shops and doing my groceries. For days I was into a quest of finding a new craft that would suit my personality.

I’ve always been interested in arts and Calligraphy happens to be a less intimidating form of it. It’s classic and meticulous – it’s so me.

So on November 16, 2015 while everyone else was raving about the APEC summit and its corresponding hellish traffic, I was giddy travelling from Novaliches where I spent the night to Greenhills to attend my Calligraphy Workshop.

Calligraphy Workshop

Hey September,

You never fail to cheer me up, September. You send the earliest excitement, chills and merriment of Christmas, that’s why you’ve always been so special. The air is getting lighter, the weather is colder and it’s getting a wee bit rainy. I love the sound of trickles at night, it’s so peaceful and romantic. (Romantic??? Where the hell did that come from?) One little irony is that, I have nothing to really look forward to this month, no occasions whatsoever but it doesn’t matter. It’s a special month and I am hoping to twerk my way through it in a pop rock song or maybe an EDM track.

Dear August,

I said I’m a lot happier now and that’s true but I can’t help thinking about how it’s all just in the façade. I’m happy about the visible parts of my life. I got the right balance of my career and my social life. I got enough finances to cover my needs, occasionally give back to my parents and save a little bit.

DREAMS

I whisper my wishes

And hope dandelions would carry it

To the clouds and beyond

I close my eyes

Wondering and wandering

To the places I’ve never seen

I fly and run up there

Catch sunrays and bend moonbeams

Taste rainbows with my parched lips

Dear August,

I can’t believe we’re more than halfway through 2015.

A lot of things have changed, a lot are exactly the same.

August last year, I was craving for a permanent job. I remember there was some time when I was sick of monotony and of being alone. 

Deceiving Trance

I'm a gambler

I gamble over things I know I cannot win

Not because I'm strong enough to bear the pain of losing

But because I'm too weak to let go of what I'm enjoying

It's the false sense of happiness

That traps me in this sin

Needing someone to free me from the dark hole

I'm slowly falling in

Someone who'll lift the anchor that drags

my feet deep into drowning

This is a game

My heart is at stake

Can someone dig me up?

Wake me from this deceiving trance.