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.

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.