The wonderful view at the Sirena clifftop restaurant in Shangri-La Boracay. Thanks dad and mom!:)

I don't quite remember when or how it started. How change seems to fall into our laps ever so often now like  the crisp brown leaves of an old tree brushing against the wind. It was several years back when i used to run  around school in full uniform, with blisters on my knees and dirt on my cheeks; a few years ago when i had to wait anxiously at the hallway of the university for grades that did not mean as much as i thought they would. Then it was about 12 months past when i took the boards that entitled me to the word 'Engineer', which i have not--and in most probability--will never get use.

And here i am now, in an office desk among others, working in an industry i swore to myself countless of times that i'll never enter. Conversations with old friends revolve around the lines of the 'future' or how-things-have-changed or how people have. Somewhere in between I've resigned myself to the reality that contradictions are as familiar as any other circumstance i could stumble upon, that nostalgia gradually becomes a word used often at two in the morning as one gets older, and that working people are the hardest to get a hold of. and around those various realizations i have, by some means, forgotten what it was like to be amazed at how so many, many things are different now more than ever. That eager, restless emotion that i used to feel at the start of every school year has quickly turned into a quiet acceptance. The days and nights spent are segmented into trivial routines of this and that; into needs instead of wants or dreams.

It makes me wonder if anyone else feels the need to break free from this shell of conformity to the rules of society. to understand that money, or success do not mean much for a life unlived. and i am now resolved to find a balance in things. to recognize limits, and never cross unless there is a need to do so. to know the word 'enough' varies from people to people, but that it should be what it plainly is--sufficient, adequate, just right. Mostly, i just want to feel content with what i have at the end of the day. Honestly, simply, just content.

Wishful Wednesdays: Halloween Edition

Bonjour etranger! I'm back with another post of Wishful Wednesdays Halloween Edition! We don't celebrate it here as much as other countries, but it doesn't stop me from hoping we did! And yes, i should be coming up with a meaningful entry soon, but that is  reserved for another day.:)

1. Pumpkin Spice Latte! Whenever i stumble i almost always see a review or recipe on  how to make a Pumpkin Spice Latte. This calls for a good coffee shop hunt on the drink.

2. Who doesn't love Halloween inspired cupcakes? They're just so cute and yummy to look at!

3. If i had my own place, i'll make sure to put in some few Halloween decors, like this one below.

4. And lastly, Trick o' Treat! Barely experienced one when i was a kid, now i'm hoping i could accompany a young relative to share the goods with. haha!:)

Better overdue than never

Bonjour etranger! it has been.. way too long since my last post and i wish i could say some reason other than the classic writer's block, but it was just so. i have actually been trying to write a story for a while now but when i reached the sixth page of the notebook, it wasn't there anymore: the inspiration, the drive, the story itself. You know what it's like when you're trying to memorize something and refuse to have anything else go to your mind other than the thing you memorized? well it was like that. i didn't want to write anything else for the fear of losing the flow of the story completely. i still don't have it back by the way. but i do hope i will one of these days.

And this here is my latest doodle. It's kind of like the frustration of my ideas all bundled up in a big piece of clothing.

It is pretty and cool to look at though.:)

Words from someone who knows what he's writing

“There are only two worlds – your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. these worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters.” ~Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic