Ouch!

My frigging bones are aching from yoga. My long unused muscles have been stretched this morning. But just like any fitness regimen, my body should get used to this after few weeks of regular training. This should also serve as my pre-capoeira training.


The pain brings back all the memories from my soccer varsity days. The murderous jog-around-ust and the suicide sprints after training.


A simple laugh or giggle hurts like hell.

I have to admit I was not as spry as I once was. The sprain that I got when I fell down the stairs last December took a full two months to heal.


Thank God for chili plasters. They burn the surface of my skin four times than Omega Pain Killer does but atleast, I can laugh without wincing at the same time after a day or two.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!Extremely Bitter Ranting Ahead!!!!

(pagkatapos ng physical pain...metaphysical pain naman ngayon..)


Nakakabwisit ka. Kung kailan todo-iwas ako sa'yo, lapit ka naman ng lapit.

Ayoko na ng komplikasyon, kahit minsan parang hinahanap ko rin.

Kung gusto mong mag-resign, sige. Nang matahimik na ako.

Sana huwag ka ng mag-text, huwag ka ng mag-email, palitan mo na rin yung wallpaper ng pc ko at pc mo. Leche. Ba't kailangan picture natin yung ilagay mo. (Pero kahit dapat, hindi ko magawang palitan).

Sabi ko nga system down, kaya napag-tripan kong mag-flames sa office. Lahat ng klaseng pairing ginawa ko na dito sa office, isang pares lang ang iniiwasan ko. Tayo. Tapos lalapit ka sa'kin, sasabihin mo sa'kin, i-flames ko pangalan natin. Kahit joke yun, ayokong malaman yung resulta. (Flames result ng names natin: Friend + Friend = Love. Anak ng talaga nga naman noh?)

Hindi nga pwede di'ba? May girlfriend ka na.

Pero mapilit ka.

Hindi rin kaya ng budhi kong maging 'other.'

Kaya nga layo na ako ng layo sa'yo. Pinaglalapit pa rin tayo.
Nakakainis.

Sa lahat ng tao na magugustuhan ko ng ganito (after more than 2 years of hiatus), ikaw pa.

Siyempre, talagang bitter-bitteran ang drama ko ngayon.

Kahit pinagtatawanan ako ni Jhamie, at tinatawag akong 'whore' (dahil hindi na raw uso ang 'bitch' ngayon), for some reason, go pa rin ako.

Ah, ewan.

Siguro prozac lang kailangan nito.

Lagi naman.

Kung aalis ka nga, tatahimik buhay ko.

pero...hindi na ako masaya.

eto pahabol pa...

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Kay Neil Gaiman po galing yan. Amen.