Pathetic January 26, 2012 blotted aT 08:37 PM maryl It’s sad that every time I see you, all I can ever think about is failure -my failure to catch your eyes, to make you fall and to put that smile on your face.  And it is not as if I have not been trying, it’s just that after everything that has happened, all you’ll ever have and all you’ll ever be is for her. Even when I am here, waiting for you to look my way, or any way, that will lead you to me. Currently listening to: The One that Got Away by Katy Perry drink here.

Intervening Moments April 8, 2010 blotted aT 01:37 AM maryl Divine intervention is hardly a novelty anymore. Every turn in the road is a miracle in the making. Think about it, as you step out of your dorm room, it’s a miracle that no hanger fell from the roof deck. As you go down the stairs, out the door, ride the bus and walk towards your workplace, it’s a miracle you did not fall, get struck by lightning, kidnapped, held-up and killed! So enjoy every bus ride. Take pride in every stride and cultivate that smile. It may surely not be your last. 1 drank my thoughts.

Something is Not the Same April 5, 2010 blotted aT 10:38 PM maryl Three hundred words and five hundred teardrops later you realize that these moments are not worth wasting your life on.  Every glance you throw his way will never earn you an ounce of affection, not even a miniscule of sympathy.  All you’ll ever gain is a blank stare back with no sense of attachment or recognition. It is a sad eventuality- to wake up one morning and feel the emptiness that fed your delusions. What are you really craving for? Touch? Feel? Feelings?  Most often you search for companionship and (shame on you) Fulfillment. You look on to other people to fill the void that you cannot SEEM to fill.  But looking through your life, the sick and sorry excuse you were always so proud of, is just that- an excuse, a demented way of consoling yourself of the things you are afraid of failing or maybe succeeding at. It’s a cloak you hide in, a mask you put on and ultimately only the life you chose to live Currently listening to: Defying Gravity drink here.

Note to Self: January 6, 2010 blotted aT 10:22 PM maryl pabor che. numa ya man asa. chene ya le otro kiere. bien bisto gad. hahaha.   lets all eat haagen daz and be merry. happy happy happy __<insert appropriate holiday here>______ to me. Currently listening to: Office Banter beside my singing friend Currently watching: myself.. drink here.

January 3, 2010 blotted aT 11:15 AM maryl staring out into the Makati skyline towards the Mandarin Oriental, i cant help but wonder if i will ever be able to enter hotels as posh as the one facing me right now. sure i may 'enter' its doors, but to really enjoy its comforts and experience the glory of a #3 hotel (out of 41 in Makati) is something of a dream in my book. but then one would never know what the future would bring and what tomorrow may offer. someday soon i may just wake up to more than just the silken sheets of the a five star. Who knows in a few years time only a seven star hotel can satisfy my curiosity. Been there, done that. (as if!!! ) happy new year everyone!   ps: one can never be too optimistic about dreams. because it may be all that we have. hahaha... drink here.

December 22, 2009 blotted aT 09:22 PM maryl after days on end of flexing my fingers on the keyboard for purely professional reasons, i have finally gotten the time to flex it for something completely different. well not exactly and entirely different because i would essentially still be talking about the grueling week that has passed. i started work on a Saturday. i ended my first day the next day at 3 AM. so basically my first day was more than a day literally and figuratively. and for obvious and expected reasons i would not be wracking my brain for an explanation of how that day was 'more than a day'. i met quite a number of people lately. they have been quite different from what i expected. Different in a good way of course. but that is not to say that i do not miss my friends at home. on the contrary i miss them just as much as i miss my blankie- my real blankie not the pseudo-kumot i have at The Dorm. hmph. i wanna go home. but i cant. the plane fares too 'karo' and i lost my phone to a snatcher on the bus. and i dont want to talk about it! bratty. but please please give me a break. i think i have a right to be catty/bratty and what-not because i lost the phone my Dad gave me. anyway, to end this drabble--work life has been fun. period. i.love.it.   Currently listening to: Party in the USA Currently watching: Panda! 2 drank my thoughts.

just an itch. April 14, 2009 blotted aT 08:17 PM maryl scratch everything i said. it was just the nostalgia talking. period. drink here.