While everyone is having a great time getting high right now. I, on the other hand, just lost one of the most valuable person in my life! It was my fault entirely and I have no one else to blame except for myself. I am such a terrible person. A best friend for that matter. I got myself too overwhelmed on some things that I forgot to value the most important people in my life. I neglect everyone I love because I was too busy trying to be something else. 

And I hate myself for that!

How is it possible for someone to be so gullible and has trust issues at the same time? 

Maybe I should quit trying to figure you out. Your thoughts, your intentions and possibly your real feelings. It gets a little too exhausting sometimes. Figuring you out! You can be like this open book yet you consist of words I am not familiar with. Viewable but too hard to understand. It’s like you would let me in to your home, and then you shut the door right to my face the moment I step in. I don’t get it sometimes. I don’t get you sometimes.

• I just realized that I haven’t updated or posted anything in this blog since last Friday. Gone are the days when I used to be so in love with Tumblr. Honestly, I don’t have any good reasons except the fact that my work is taking over my life and, well, the relationship is too overwhelming. 
• December has been alright, so far. Although I did have a bit of a down moment this month. I’m really ticked off that this is going to be my 4th Christmas here in the UK. I miss Philippines so bad especially during the holiday seasons. I need to get home soon! 
• Speaking of Christmas, I still have yet to do my Christmas shopping, buy my Secret Santa a gift and write my Christmas cards. All of this at a span of 10 days. 
• Turning 22 next month and still clueless with what to do with my life. I really wish I was 15 again! 
• I am losing my hope in humanity. I’m heartbroken and in grief to what happen in Newtown, Connecticut. Thoughts and prayers to the family who have lost their loved ones. 

(Source: jsevilla)

I haven’t been blogging for a while now, and… I am not even sorry. Being away from Tumblr for a couple of days felt like I lived. And it feels nice that I am not always stuck in my bedroom, worrying what to blog. I don’t know when it all started but for the past couple of weeks I felt like I’m pushing myself so hard when it comes to blogging. It’s like I have this voice telling me “You. Must. Blog.” stuck in my head! Though instead of convincing me, it does the complete opposite of it. 

But anyway, I am just glad that I took a time off — though not a lot — from Tumblr. It brought my mojo back! Also, I guess it is safe to say that I have accomplished something while I was away from the blogosphere. And that’s something you might want to wait and see. Or not. Lol! But yes, glad to be back here again. I can totally say that Tumblr is the place where I can be just me and not worry about what other people have to say. 

Above all the guys I met in my entire life, you are the most different one. Not the ‘one of a kind’ sort of different, but the ’you are an example of a walking cliché, it makes you human’  kind. And I guess, I like that in you. You don’t care what other people thinks. You say what you want — as blunt as you need to be — and even if I sometimes detest that attitude of yours, I still have a myriad of reasons to like you. I accept you; your flaws and all. 

I know quite a lot of Filipinos would kill to live in the UK and adapt the British language. I mean, a Filipino with a natural British accent? That must sound totally sexy to you right now. But frankly, sometimes it also has its own disadvantages. Take my brother for example.

He was born here in the United Kingdom. But he lived in the Philippines when he was five months old until he turned one. He basically grew up here in the UK. Anyway, whenever my brother tries to have a conversation with me using our own language, which is in Hiligaynon, I can never understand him. Not because I don’t know how to speak Hiligaynon anymore but it’s more of the other way around. He just can’t fully express himself using our language. And I feel sorry for the poor guy that he feels excluded sometimes. We are not the type of family who converse in English at home. We only do it for his sake. I wonder what he feels when me and my parents talk, and he has no clue what we’re talking about. Don’t get me wrong, he knows a little Hiligaynon but he has a hard time understanding it most of the time. 

Anyway, let’s go back to the main subject here, growing up in UK and having a British accent may sound absolutely great. But it isn’t always all that. I mean, I like listening to my brother when he talks with a British accent but I also feel bad for him that he couldn’t totally express himself because he couldn’t comprehend our own language. I guess, growing up in a different country may have its own benefit, but at the same time also has its own shortcoming.