Fingers tightly crossed

Oh God, please don't. I'm not ready yet. Please, please, please.  🙏

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Goodbye.

From this day forward, I am making a promise to resolve myself in keeping my negative thoughts to myself and this blog and just project happiness and/or emotionless posts in my social media accounts.

Thank you.

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It's a gloomy day today. Egay was out and Falcon is in. I never really cared much about typhoons before until I came into the big city where flash floods are a common thing. Way back when we were young, my siblings and I would just tuck in bed and sing our hearts out as loud as the rain. Sometimes, we would be permitted to go out and dance in the rain. Ah! Those priceless childhood memories.

It's been almost two years since I first stepped into this great unknown. It wasn't in my life plan to work here in what I think is the most stressful city in the country. But fate did take its toll and here I am, unbelievably loving every inch, or just almost, of my new life.

I used to think that it would be good to work in the government, with all those benefits and all being bragged about by my government employee parents, aunts, uncles, etc., but never thought much about it and here I am now working my ass off (chos) for the love of our country (hashtag 'ParaSaBayan). Thankfully, I did survive the mind-crushing battlefield called the CATS training. (I just finished washing the dishes and now I'm out of words. Ugh, this usually happens that's why all my posts are just saved in Drafts)

To be continued...hopefully.

Someday.

Someday, we'll lie on the sand.
We'll watch how the sun sets quickly and slowly at the same time.
We'll listen to the people's loud laughter and to the gentle splash of the water.
We'll feel the soft cool breeze and the soft, milky sand beneath our skin.
We will then look at each other, and forget how beautiful the sun sets, why do people laugh, how pleasant the waves sound, how soothing the breeze is and how fine the sand is.
We will forget who and what is around us.
We will just remember why we are where we are.
We will realize that even though the sunset isn't beautiful, the people's laughter are noisy, the waves are angry, the breeze is fierce and the sand is rough, the world remains a magical place because we are looking at the most precious thing God has ever created for us.
Someday.

Loud.

In the winds I will just whisper
Hoping my words will find your ears,
Sing songs of love and longing
Hear my heart, your name it's screaming.