Another wonderful adventure
in the beautiful highlands
of the Cordilleras..

Have a happy and blessed month!

This place is very beautiful.
The climb up the mountains was very challenging, but, it was worth it.
I never thought that being one with nature was so much fun!
Have a stress free month!

Another normal day..both the clouds
and the sun linger over the city..

I don't have the resolve..the inspiration to continue doing what I once loved. I feel empty and drained. So this is what it feels like to live without...

I Would Like to Visit. . .

Hmmm. . I wonder why?

Wishin', hopin', and dreamin' I'd be there someday, someway.

Making summer worthwhile. . .

I've taken an interest in the French language so I've decided that I'd TRY to learn it. And what better way to do it than to enroll online! Hey, it's much cheaper than hiring a French tutor. Anyways, I've started Beginner's classes today, and, it's proving to be a bit difficult on my part (having no background on pronunciations and the like).

I could not assure anyone, not even myself, that I'd finish it. But it depends. Je ne sais pas. Maybe I'd quit studying online and just hire a cute french tutor. LOL. Maybe that'll be my motivation.

Bonne nuit!Sweet dreams!

I love everything vintage. I just wish I could learn to how to take good photos. My mom used to take pictures of me so often when I was a child. I was not camera shy back then. Now that I'm a bit older, I could say that I've changed in terms of how I face the camera. From making odd funny faces to smiling shyly, from always wanting to catch the attention of the photographer to being happy not to be part of the picture at all. That phase of my life is now past and forgotten. It's dead and gone. Now, I wish to be just behind the lens, a photographer maybe. Someday. I hope.

A Heart Ain't a Brain

I made this poem while bored (again). I'm a bit too young to know what love is and how it can be broken, but, that wouldn't stop me from imagining. I'll try to compose other poems if I've the motivation to do it. But until that time. . .

Another day has come and gone. Woke up, ate breakfast, watched TV, cleaned the house, washed the dishes, and now blogging. I've nothing to do and summer classes are just around the corner. I'm bored and I want to have fun. I want to have adventures and explore, experience. . .But once again, I'm daydreaming. Well, got to go. Boredom calls.

A Lover Wrote. . .

I try hard not to think of you. With each passing day, I miss you more and more. I find it difficult to concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing. Your face, your hands, your eyes. The thought of you distracts me. I smile each time I recall those corny jokes you told me while we were walking down Session. I melt when you hold me tenderly in your arms and when you look deeply inside of me. Every time we meet, I try to put up this hard-to-get persona. But when I see you, when I talk to you, when we hold hands, I feel as if time stands still just for us. Each time we part, a piece of me goes with you. When the hour of goodbye comes, a bitter and cold feeling envelopes me. But just with your kiss, every bit of fear and doubt is dispelled. Is this really love? 'Cos if it is, I hope you're feeling it too. With each day and with each second that goes by, I give myself up to you, slowly. No more boundaries, no more hesitations. Just please, don't go. . .