btw

How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? - rilke

hayers. lisod palayo sa uban taw. :(

it's only thursday. long week. i have a feeling that this month will be loooooooong.
i'm not sure whether i am pmsing or just plainly acting up each time i'm with angelo. today, i wound up weeping every single time that i talk to him. over OA. grover ka exag na OA. i might even cry if we still eat processed food.

on tea: csareta told me i should get the berries tea from bob's- it's love gyud diay. then i realized i have almost a box of tea left rotting at home. i have black tea/ strawberry tea/ lavender tea/ chamomile- all ruined because of improper storage when gelo and i moved apartment. sayang. i love tea.

gawd, at least i talked about one happy thing today.

and what i love about being in tp is the fact that some people have relatives working in the states, and they usually bring tons of stuff from US to PI, my co-workers would then resell those, at supah marked up price pero a hell lot cheaper than mall prices. so tah-day i got me a victoria's secret super sexxy hot mist. :) and gelo is paying for it. haha.

there are days when you are just sooo tired of trying to meet expectations and trying to measure up and all you wanted to do is cry.. sighs..

weekend, vacay with gelo, some falls somewhere. (team building)..

--
(how i happen to feel now. haha. sooooo high school:)
I'll admit it. I've always been more than a little proud of myself for having been fourteen and deeply benighted about almost everything, but having had the sense to recongnize what is surely a universal truth: Jimmy Stewart is always and indisputably the best man in the world, unless Cary Grant should happen to show up.

We talked and talked and talked. Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears, at least in my experience. As we talked, lights flicked on inside my head; by the end of the night, I was a planetarium.

--Love Walked In by Marisa de los Santos