identity crisis...

I think there are people in this world who take pleasure in pissing other people.

Just this afternoon, I couldn't access my old email box. I am not the type to blame other people, but it's just too much. For what pleasure it may serve this person, I just hope it was well worth it.

It's sad to part ways with that email address since I've had that for years. But if I wont be able to recover it soon, then so be it. It's just that I've a lot of contacts there and memories from Kool.

I know that somebody hacked into my account, and I may be stupid to not be able to think why on earth would someone do that to me? Gad.

making headway...

Tears were already shed. He left me yesterday but with a promise we'll be together soon.

The past few days have been like a roller-coaster ride for me. But I've come to realize that I am stronger than I give myself credit for.

I miss my baby. oh gad. I really do. The way he kisses me. The way he hugs me. The way he looks at me. I love it when we speak our own little language. I've spent the best times of my life with him. I remember how he kissed me one last time yesterday. I couldn't let go of him but there's not much I can do for now.

Anyway, my taste buds are dead today. But I'm craving for lugaw. Lugaw for the heart-broken is always a good idea.

I'll be busying myself with stuff the next coupla days. I have this baking project. and then we're starting with a small business. Oh man. But things can only get better, I'd like to believe.

With all the hardships and difficulties I've been going through, I still think that God has blessed me with so much the past few days. He spared me from all the evil things around me. And I am so grateful.

in limbo...

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Would you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part

--- John Mayer, When You're Dreaming with a Broken Heart...

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cathartic song for the moment. it's all good though.