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I just know it's going to be amazing

Toca Rivera and Jason Mraz. Oct. 30, 2011 in Manila. How can it not be, when the following exist in this world? bubbles rainbows ladybugs seeds daisies white sand seashells raindrops meteor showers dragonflies seahorses beach glass sisters soul friends jason mraz "How you do anything is how you do everything." "All I want to do is love you." "Real men don't buy girls." "You are loved."

I am now 34

I love my life. I'm grateful for everything that has happened. I'm looking forward to the beautiful things in store for me and my loved ones. No regrets; there's only love, hope and gratitude. And this simmering sense of adventure.

This is what our love looks like

I'm watching him on October 30 as a birthday gift to myself. I have come to be the one to stand beside you when the sun decides to bow its head. I've come to be your friend. I'll share with you my secrets 'till there's nothing left to hide. And when you feel the darkness I'll remind you of the light you have inside. This is what our love looks like.

I saw a dead man

I saw a dead man last Friday night. He was lying flat on the road beside his motorcycle. His helmet, which had apparently done nothing to protect his skull from being crushed, was lying a few feet away from him. Traffic had slowed as a result of the accident, and as the cab I was on slowly snaked around the scene of his death, the cab driver and I were able to get a good view of what was left of his head. The cab driver grimaced at the sight, while I shivered with the coldness of how sudden, impersonal and final death can be. Just a few minutes ago, the man and his female companion, I would later read , were navigating C-5, on their way home, I suppose, like many of the commuters on the road with them. While I was rushing to the elevator, mindful that my mother had been waiting at Starbucks Emerald for over an hour already, he was alive, on the road, navigating yet another round of Friday night traffic. Was he stressed like I was? Did he have a difficult day at work? Was he able to rel