another day in paradise

it has been two weeks since i left manila, usually i get terribly homesick for the first few days after i arrive here at work.  missing my loved ones is the main reason of feeling that way, well i think everybody here feels the same way as i am. 

oftentimes i just try to hide and ignore it.  i remind myself that if i do not have this job i am fucked.  bigtime.  i don’t want to end up asking financial support to my parents (again?!) at this stage of my life.  that will degrade me.

anyways, my life goes on here in the middle of nowhere..  tomorrow’s just another day.

paraskevidekatriaphobia

it’s friday the 13th today, i am not really a superstitious person but i have read that there are individuals out there who freaks out when a friday lands on the 13th. 

well i think all people have a certain “fear” on something, a “morbid fear” on the other hand is what we call as the “phobia”.  I searched on the web about the kinds of phobia and found out that there is a fear of the figure 8, of colors, of technology, of beautiful women, of ugliness, of paper, of cooking, of clowns..

i have fear of the dark, i will never sleep alone in total darkness for i don’t like waking up and seeing nothing.

so, what is your fear?

 

 

 

 

a part broken

i have known that it was wrong but i still did it.  at the end, it wounded me.. like a jagged knife it pierced my lonely heart, then adding to the scars that i already have.  i pretended to be blind, i was deafened..  for i felt this thing called love.