Unravel The Mystery

im not okay...really, im not.

i knew it. something was wrong with him.
*sigh*

too much going on tonight. 

ieexercise ko nalang to.

it's sad, really.. when you have wanted to go this place for so long... but then something comes along..
you had to settle old scores first.. it's time to pay back...

*poof*

now it's gone... all gone.

i guess it's meant to happen.. it's bound to happen.

and so im letting go of the thing /s i've kept to return the favor.

there's always some other time.

after lunch cristia and i decided to take the flight of stairs going to the fourth floor.. as part of our so-called office exercise routine.

while sipping our favorite starbucks white mocha drink... we started our adventure.
there was no room for error this time. 
(i remember our last attempt to take the stairs - the doors were locked from the inside.. and aparently, it was the wrong staircase)

so upon reaching the second floor door, i checked if it was open... It was.

we headed out to the fourth floor.. it was tiring and hard especially I was wearing heels...

what happened next?
the fourth floor door was LOCKED from the inside!!!

I texted our good friend Jopel and asked him to kindly open the door for us.. 
(it was a fire exit door and there's this sort of memory of siegfred saying that they use the stairs and the alarm doesn't go on)

after waiting a few seconds jopel came to the rescue...

then...

*toot toot toot toot toot toot...*

The alarm was triggered by the opening of the door!!!
you should have seen the look on our faces.. even Jopel's face was hard to describe.

moments later.. the security guard was there and we were forced to go down to the second floor and take the inner staircase.

geez... at least now we know.

it was a funny experience.. quite embarrassing, though, 

"Pearl amongst oysters..."


To you who said that, thank you. 
I'll keep that in mind.
goodbye, it is.

Sometimes we try to veer away from the world's craziest and depressing ordeals... 
keeping ourselves busy is what we often end up doing.

however, when reality hits back and slaps us.. it's a quicksand. 
we grasp and seek whatever that is left...

we ask questions... 
we find reasons.

we become reasons... we become excuses.

now i don't know which is better - to be a reason or to be an excuse..
or does both now weigh the same?

You had to be an excuse to help someone, and though you were not supposed to be part of the story... 
you are.. because there's no other choice...
because you just are...

Come to think of it, it is okay.

When you love someone, there are no questions asked.

The world doesn't only revolve on me... yeah.
I can't be selfish.

Now is a good time to find my exhaust.

i'm playing with my bongos... it alleviates me from the absurdity of reality. 
it's a trance.
sometimes i feel that certain things appear like oil and water to me...
say for example, my course.. i'm wondering if it's really the right one for me.
I'm not totally against it.. 
nor am i a 100% bored with it...
there's no better word to describe it but - Steady.

see, that's the thing. 
it's always steady.

I have sacrificed art for it. 

and yes, it has been a frustration eversince.

I've been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
But I've been dying, dying, dying...

Good thing there are people who make sure art does not remain a frustration of some sort.
To mike... 
thanks for helping me. i love you. :)

yeah it sucks having a stuffy nose. good thing there's the invention called Inhaler.

x_x

i hate dilemmas.

i don't want to be JUST ANOTHER... 

My rule: 
NEVER again drink RED HORSE using a STRAW on a school night.
unless you want the alcohol to kick in...given only an hour to drink and chit chat.

well, im okay. just a little headache. 

i figured... it's so good to sleep with the effects of alcohol cause you don't get to think as you lie down your bed.
you don't TRY to sleep. YOU JUST DO.
at least that's what happened to me last night...
then again after 6 hours of super peaceful sleep my brain started to function normally and i was up 3am.
since i was still a little dizzy i went back to bed... but...
i couldn't sleep without thinking. i was trying to make my mind BLANK... 
i was starting to hear the roosters and stuff (that was around 5 am)!
eventually i fell asleep around 6 am.. but i woke up 8.. 
so much for getting enough sleep?

it's good my class starts 1pm..