Life lately.
Just a bunch of travels that happened weekly which almost made me look awol from work lol (need to clear my Palawan and Brunei backlogs!)
Currently hyped over EDM and amazing how it keeps me going in the office. This one time I watched a Tomorrowland set for like four times on a single day
I would like to think that I’m on a morning shift (6am-3pm) for my own good but I feel like I’m also torturing myself during the process. I plan on going to the gym (Ha! Yes!) which entails mandatory freeing my afternoons to attend my program. Wish me luck! (Update: this Life Lately post was on my drafts for weeks now and no, I wasn’t happy about the gym thing. Nope. No. Not for me. And P.S. I am now loving my morning sched.)
Oh, wait, I cut my hair short! Why was this bullet placed last like it wasn’t important or anything? Drastic, of course it was. They say every girl’s haircut is a story — maybe true for me? More importantly though than some feelings that need to die is that my hair simply looked horrible I just had to… let go.

Life lately.

  • Just a bunch of travels that happened weekly which almost made me look awol from work lol (need to clear my Palawan and Brunei backlogs!)
  • Currently hyped over EDM and amazing how it keeps me going in the office. This one time I watched a Tomorrowland set for like four times on a single day
  • I would like to think that I’m on a morning shift (6am-3pm) for my own good but I feel like I’m also torturing myself during the process. I plan on going to the gym (Ha! Yes!) which entails mandatory freeing my afternoons to attend my program. Wish me luck! (Update: this Life Lately post was on my drafts for weeks now and no, I wasn’t happy about the gym thing. Nope. No. Not for me. And P.S. I am now loving my morning sched.)
  • Oh, wait, I cut my hair short! Why was this bullet placed last like it wasn’t important or anything? Drastic, of course it was. They say every girl’s haircut is a story — maybe true for me? More importantly though than some feelings that need to die is that my hair simply looked horrible I just had to… let go.


24 Sep 2014 at 7:40 PM ∞




I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart. And I don’t know which one is worse.

People have always seen me as a strong person, or at least that’s how I wanted them to see me. I survive though, somehow I always do. I seemed like a solid thing but it’s actually quite frightening.

It was then that I realized that in my efforts to act strong, I had been denying myself the feelings I wanted to experience all along. I realized that the more I bottle up my emotions and suppress them, the more I deny others the opportunity to stand up for me.

I haven’t cried in a while, and not surprisingly, I bawled my eyes out the days I started to visit Church again. I can’t be strong all the time. The pain was too much to bear, the figurative nights the blackest, that light can’t penetrate the all-encompassing darkness of my emotions. I just sat down there the pew for an hour a day to ask for divine intervention. I wanted forgiveness. Recollection. Silence. Sound decisions.

Because at the end of the day, I’m still a frail soul captivated in this deep dark abyss. I would like to believe that this doesn’t mean that I’ve become a person who constantly feels sorry for herself. I’m slowly, slowly, resurrecting in the truth that there is a Greater Good that I can look up to infinitely.



23 Sep 2014 at 9:39 PM ∞






Anonymous: Ate ishel I really like you. I know you like me too(more?). Haha. :*


Someone asked me to describe home and I almost said your name but I stayed quiet instead; people expect me to say a damn place but I felt more home in your two arms more than I ever am in my own bed.

In other words, yes, I like you too. :)


23 Aug 2014 at 10:20 PM ∞


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23 Aug 2014 at 10:15 PM ∞




Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
- Caitlyn SiehlLiterary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems


5 Aug 2014 at 5:25 PM ∞






Travelogue: Land of Smiles 2014



5 Aug 2014 at 5:20 PM ∞