Even using a flashlight, my handwriting looks like chicken scratch.

Haha.

Thanks to Berto for taking the picture!

I wanted to be part of this picture. But someone had to take it.

I was never a very good actress. In high school, I never tried out for any school play. I was always the one volunteering to help behind the scenes. Coz no matter how hard i tried, I never learned to be anything other than myself.

Sometimes I wish I had that talent. Hide behind a mask, keep what I feel hidden. I’m textbook. When I’m sad I’m quiet, looking for answers in the sky, the ceiling, anywhere far away. Angry, you can almost see the smoke coming out of my ears. And when I’m happy, forget it. I skip sometimes. Transparency isn’t fun if you’re the one being read like a book. In this world, being a mystery is a premium, and the person with their heart on their sleeve, a joke.

Granted there is something to say for being totally honest and open, but these days, that would just be either naive or worse, alienating. Imagine if everyone just said everything and anything they felt or thought? We’d erupt in chaos.

I do believe that to survive, I have to learn to keep some things about myself, to myself.

For the meantime I’ll just try to keep my mouth shut.

I talk too much.

A little over a month ago, I got hit by a motorcycle. Or rather, I hit a motorcycle.

Let me explain.

RC and I were crossing the street across from our office building. We were halfway across when I got hit. It wasn’t my fault really, I was looking at incoming traffic and was already across the lane when a motorcycle with a dad, a mom and a kid, which was going counterflow to avoid the traffic, hit me in the leg and the back. What happened?

I looked over at them, standing up, as they fell over on the bike. I guess they saw me and started to brake from a distance so that the impact wouldn’t be as bad as you would expect. In the absurdity of the moment none of us said anything and just got up and went our separate ways.

It’s a funny story. Nobody got hurt. Once I got into the office I started laughing my butt off. And besides a couple of bruises there were no marks left on me.

Just the memory that makes me chuckle every now and then.

And the now wariness of motorcycles when I cross the street.

Just gotta love this picture. Have a great one Vins! Where we drinkin?

I love cherries. As luck would have it, when we went to the province they had really good really sweet cherries. (Which is so great coz I just can’t bring myself to buy them at P800/lb)

And this cherry was heart shaped so I just had to take a picture.

Good sign i think (hope too).

I have a new addiction.

We met at SM North Edsa at the new Annex.

Eric Chao introduced us.

I love it.

Love it love it.

Crave it everyday, and annoying everyone i know by telling them every spare moment to go there.

Coz it’s good.

And good for you.

White hat.

I’ve been there at least once a week for the past four weeks, and once, even twice in a day.

I figure, it’s frozen yogurt, and I get fruit as toppings, so it’s not such a sin.

Please build one near Shang so it’s a jeep ride away.