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today, i turn a year older. today, i turn a year wiser. today, i look in the mirror and still see the boy from 15 years ago. 

today, is my name day.

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what do i have so far? lemme count the ways...

i am just thankful that the Higher Power gave me just enough. i know how valuable things are because i know what i have and do not have..yet. :)

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this year, my goal is total financial freedom. i need to learn the virtue of saving. 

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this year i also want to veer away from being a cougar. the last two boys (literal) that had been linked to me are way too young. 

this year, i'm sticking to my target: -1 and +4 year at most.

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thank you for all the FB greetings, dear friends. to my blogger friends, i wish you good tidings on this day.

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speaking of good tidings, isn't it coincidental that on my day, somebody hits the Lotto Jackpot?

Night Wind

lately i'vE been finding myself having a good time with this boy (boy literally...5 yeaRs younger than me). very adorable, yet very profound and eLoquent. sometimes i get stumped on what to say when he speaks his beautiful mind. he took me places i've never even dreamed/dared gOing. he showed me what it was to hold the weight of the world and still manage to break through with a smile and a positive attitude. he is wise way beyond his years- like an older gentleman trapped within a young boy's (sexy) body. he took my hand, led me out of the confines i placed myself in. i'm freed from my own torments. he made everything alright again. the skies may still be grey outside the window, but it can not be any more delightful inside. he healed me.

we are having so much fun... 

only, he is takEn.

School or Wheels? Response

several posts back, i asked this questioN.

now i have an answer: i am now a certified blue eaglE.

three factors made me consider post grad studies over a cAr. the first is my former flame (you know, the one that sputtered out?). well he may be scum, but at least he inspired me to get the degree rather than the wheels. i'll just think that's his contribution to the story that is my life.

second consideration: time. and by that i mean my youth is soon out the door. in 2 years' time, i would not be in that bracket anymore. heck, not even the "young adults" one. i say, bring it on! haha.

third, well, to be honest, pride. pride in where i am at right now and where i want to be. the incessant pursuit of pride.there, that was hard to spit ouT. at the end of the day, much as we wouldn't want to, we tend to feed that little monster inside of us. if left unchecked, it will devour us. so here's what i'd like to do: i'd convert that sin into something that will drive me.

i want to be a better me. how's that for a cliche? Ok, try this: i will rise above what my genes, my heritage, and my status quo, dictates me to be (wait, that is not a cliche?). i would think that the box is a diaphanous veil that even though it's there, i can look way past it.

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while my schedule is a killer (school then work then everything elsE), i am actually looking forward to more of this. yup, i have this really bad case of masochism.

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and so the school year started. 2 years of my life already on track.

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i told my thunderbecky friend (who is into straight guys): "mother, i now know how it feels to have a scholarship foundation!". close to tears of joy, he said "finally anak, welcome to the club! sinech ang bagets mo?" to which i simply said: "me".

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happy Sunday!

Cash Flow

damn...

what do i do with you, oh 13th month pay? lord give me the strength...

Walled City

In the dead of night, the truth comes in a blaze. all the hurt fades, blows away in the wind. you are living proof that life is still wonderful despite everything. these walls of old would be mute witnesses to how the cinders came to be. too bad, you have someone.