merely an entry

Today is a so-so day for me. But as the moonrise draws nearer and the rain pours harder, the more vulnerable I get. I can probably say that sometimes, a girl just needs to cry over her broken heart.


Actually, I love the weather. It's when the wind is chilly and the sky is dark that I find myself open to my inner soul. This is the best time for me to reflect... to think... to cherish my alone time.

Now, as much as I would like to make this entry longer, I would have to channel my thoughts to my script - due tomorrow for recording.

Wordle!!!


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LOVE vis-a-vis LOVE

Lately, I've been having a lot of debates on love or relationship issues with random people in my life. I gotta admit that it's a bit frustrating especially now that I don't exactly have someone at the moment. Sure, I have bright ideas and exceptional theories... but that's it?! Okay, not the really point... moving on...

Ah, love is so simple. I don't get it why people are making it unreasonably complicated. They're the ones messing around. They're the ones playing blind or deaf. And in the end, people blame LOVE.

You see, it's really a beautiful thing and most people fail to see it that way. Love is so magical, yet so genuine. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. No words can actually describe it, but it gives meaning to everything. For some odd reason, people I know bombard this precious thing with cynical views and hopeless spirits. Probably, this is the reason why it's so difficult, and at times, frustrating to debate with these people. My idealism just don't go well with their realism.

Once, I tried to step out of my idealism and try to create a different balance in my life - especially with regards to my past relationship. So that's a mixture of both ideals. I must emphasize, it wasn't pretty (and I think I owe him an apology for creating such mess). Needless to say, I wasn't completely ME at that time; and it took me years to realize that. It was a self-experimentation in my subconsciousness, just because I got excited in entering a new status. Now I'm not even sure if I'm able to go back to how I was before.

I can't say that it did me wrong because I had learned a lot from that experience, and those lessons are the fuel I use whenever I want to speak my mind... whenever I have to debate with someone else's issues. But now it's making me feel detached or something... Oh, I dunno. All this debating is making me confused all the more. Ugh.

People are always busy asking questions about love, etc. But really, it's quite simple. In a nutshell, here's my take. There is no exact formula of a perfect relationship. There is no step-by-step procedure in courtship. There is no universal remedy to a broken heart. Love is just... love.

End of story.

One Week, Three Words, For Always

I just hope this coming week won't be as bad as this past one. It was terrible!


All started Monday afternoon when I had an asthma attack in the middle of our management meeting. I believe it's the first "major" attack this year (and I am certainly not hoping for more of this). I had to leave the board room to get some fresh air and rest a bit in my office; didn't get the chance to go back and finish the meeting. Since that day, I've been running on adrenalin to move about, think and stay in control.

Come Saturday, I had to beg off from the show. It was a battle between meeting a deadline or co-anchoring the show since of the the hosts was absent as well. Either way, I'd still be working so I chose to finish the manuscript. At least I wouldn't have to leave home. But, when 11pm came, I tuned in to the program via internet streaming - multitasking mode: ON.

I really love the program, the prod team and all our listeners. Though I'm not really one of the main anchors, it's always an overwhelming feeling to produce each episode. I remember my radio prod professor telling us that RADIO speaks to millions, and she was definitely correct. Fr. Nono mentioned on-air that I couldn't join them because of my asthma. When he read the text messages sent by the audience, there were a couple of them saying that they'll pray for me to get well soon. It's very touching that these people from across the nation can spare at least P2.50 to make their presence felt... and I don't even know them! *Happy sigh* It warms my heart to know that there are people praying for me. I am truly blessed.

My week may have started out bad, but it's now one of my favorite weeks in this lifetime. So to all the listeners of Usapang Kapatid, thank you so, so much! You may not really notice it, but simple words said by many can bring great joy. Every "Get Well Soon" I heard on the air are kept in my heart for always.