Butterflies & Hurricanes

Austere Realities about the Frustrated Kid.

Always excited to see you, by hook or by crook, digital or personal, sleepy or wide eyed, come night time or by the daybreak. Every second is worth the wait call me Eager McBeaver because I’m a believer.

Thank you for turning my lonesome day into a wonderful one, Geomar! 
I missed my habibis in the Phils! So saaad! :(

Thank you for turning my lonesome day into a wonderful one, Geomar

I missed my habibis in the Phils! So saaad! :(

And if you cry, you’ll laugh ; if you lose, you’ll win ; if you fail, you’ll succeed.

Feelin tipsy 
When your lips a-kiss me
And I cant control myself
Baby I know myself
Baby the whiskey got me feelin frisky
And I want to know you pretty baby
Know you pretty baby
I’m drunk off your love (Drunk off your love)

…la la la la…


February. Let us start the love month in frisk.


Hooray Doha! Sala malaykum. :)


It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so—I don’t know—not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid, necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless—and sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way.

Dear Stranger

Dear Stranger:

This is something I have been thinking about doing for the longest time, but never really had the chance to really sit down and start doing. Maybe it’s a lack of motivation or just plain old laziness, but recent events have sparked in me a need, a compulsion, a desire to put this up as soon as possible.

I don’t really, truthfully, have a solid idea for this Project. What I have been learning, though, is that while there are things in the world to be sad about, there are also things that are perfect. That life might not be as bad as one might think.

This might be a personal journey—a documentation of how I try to overcome this part of myself that I call a deeply sad person—but I was thinking maybe it could be a journey that you could take with me. Whoever you might be.

Still very much a work in progress, but I’m feeling quite excited.

And, the poem that gave me that real push to go and do this, finally:

Maybe Very Happy
Jack Gilbert

After she died he was seized
by a great curiosity about what
it was like for her. Not that he
doubted how much she loved him.
But he knew there must have been
some things she had not liked.
So he went to her closest friend
and asked what she complained of.
“It’s all right,” he had to keep
saying, “I really won’t mind.”
Until the friend finally gave in.
“She said sometimes you made a noise
drinking your tea if it was very hot.”

Sincerely,
Jill Blanch

Laban Ni Maria sa Cervical Cancer, decided to be injected at Toyota Quezon Avenue. :)

Laban Ni Maria sa Cervical Cancer, decided to be injected at Toyota Quezon Avenue. :)