when writing fails

I haven't blogged in the longest time. I seemed to have lost my "writer's touch", so to speak. And now, I'm left in that tiny space between wanting and not wanting to speak out my mind.

I used to think that writing was my best friend. That it could help me get through all of my aches, and pains, and tears, and sorrow. And yes, it did. For a while. But now, with all of the things that's been going on, with him about to leave, with work about to be even more stressful that it already is, and with me getting rejected over and over and over, writing seems to not be enough anymore.

I used to blab about everything there can be blabbed about and it usually doesn't take an hour to do it. Words scream in my head begging for me to type fast enough so they can be read already. Ideas flow like river flowing into the huge ocean. Nonstop. Surging. Fast. Fluid.

beautiful in my eyes

Because I'm feeling mushy, and I feel like I could use some happy thoughts.

Here's a song I've held so close. A song that could melt my heart in an instant.

It's raw. It's honest. It's pure beauty.

BEAUTIFUL IN MY EYES

You're my piece of mind, in this crazy world
You're every thing I've tried to find
Your love is a pearl
You're my Mona Lisa
You're my rainbow skies
And my only prayer is that you realize
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes...

Strawberry Fields

Because I love The Beatles.
Because I love music.
And because I love strawberries.

STRAWBERRY FIELDS
by: The Beatles

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is I think it's not too bad.

words.

DAY 251 11062011

Seriously, my mind's numb right about now. That word splashed on the screen pretty much took everything...every effort, every drop of sweat, tear, blood...just everything.

A Birthday Blog

On October 19, 1987, at exactly 8:00AM (that's what it says on my birth certificate. Which might be part of why I like the number 8. Just a random fact. =p), a young, 26-year-old woman gave birth to a healthy baby girl who SNEEZED first before crying her lungs loose (a comedic and unexpected experience for all the clinic staff ending in a fit of laughter for them, and more crying for her). =p That cute sneezer came to be known as Honey Mariel (aka this writer). =)

Still sneezing more than she does crying, exactly 24 years later, she celebrated her birthday.

Now let me stop using the third-person and switch to first. =)

us for one more year: the story

October 11, 2007 2:00PM. The date and time  I committed myself to dating this one guy. Elbert. =D On that day, I told him all of my darkest secrets at the time. It was a test, maybe, to see if he could accept me with all my imperfections, all my dirt, all my sins. And he did. With open arms and a warm smile. =)

Now four short years later, we celebrate, on that same date, our anniversary. Still together after having gone through so much. Still holding each others hand, still backing each other up.  It's still us. And, God-willing, it will be for many more years.

I know I'm writing this a little bit late coz this one's been due ages ago but hey, it's better than nothing. And besides, it doesn't matter if I write or not coz the memories of the day will and shall stay with us for all time. *mushy much?=p*


This year, we had a 2-day celebration. I already blogged about the 1st day on my post us for one more year: a prequel. This time, I'll be babbling about how wonderful and amazing the 2nd day was. =)

us for one more year: a prequel

First of all, I would like to say I'm happy. We've been together four short years and it was never better. It still is. And not many can say the same. =D Last October 10, 2011, my guy, Elbert, took me biking. =) Now, most of the people who knows me also know that I have NEVER ridden a bike before. Hence, it follows that I absolutely do NOT know how to ride one. You don't have to be a genius to figure that one out. =)

**See how scared I look?**

on the hills of tree hill: an episode review

Call me crazy but I'm gonna be blogging about a series I'm currently watching the past weeks. I know this might be a little late (since it was released years ago), but better late than never, right? I'm just glad I found the time to watch this in between my stupidly erratic schedule.

for my dad with the great big smile

Sept. 24, 2011. A day I've always remembered, since the day I was born, as Daddy's day. His birthday. His special day. His day, period.

On this day, he turned 52. Quite young, if you ask me. hehe =) So we chose to celebrate this one like usual. A quiet family dinner somewhere nice. This year, we chose The Ching Palace at Lahug, CC (coz my sister wanted chinese food and my mum recommended the place).

Why do you write?

A pen and a paper are powerful things. Probably one of the most powerful in the world. It can put a smile on the face of someone who just received ecstatic news, make the heart of a girl in love flutter, and can even make dreams come true. On the down side, it can provide the most heartbreaking news, make the happiest man alive cry tears of anguish, or crush your world. Whatever the case, things written down, are a testimony of a part of someone’s feelings. And the pen and paper are mediums for this testimony.

So why do people write despite the risks? What risks, you ask? A lot. The greatest of which is the risk of having a part of your inner self possibly exposed to the world, a world full of critics and disbelievers. Well, I don’t know the reason for anyone other than myself. Here’s mine.

One Morning at Joven's

On my 4th straight night shift (I feel like I'm working at a call center now with my schedule) and will be going on my 5th tonight (talk about exhausting!).

This morning, Goi2x went for a visit to our station and I thought he was just here coz he wanted to chikka. Well, I was wrong about that. Somehow, him and Princess talked me into eating breakfast somewhere before heading home for a much needed rest. I declined but then, people know how persuasive these two can be. ^^ It's either that or I was just gullible and wanted to go with. =p I'd like to think it's the former. ^^

One Birthday Eve

Last night, Sept. 11, 2011, Princess celebrated her birthday and we were there to celebrate it with her.=)

Since I'm in the middle of my sick leave and haven't entirely recovered yet, I promised myself I'd have a clean, fun, non-wild night. And that I absolutely had. =)

So let's start the storytelling.

I arrived late at the meet-up place - AA Grill - (which was pretty embarrassing) and when I did arrive, Phoebe, Ewew, Tadz, our birthday girl Princess, and her family were already there.

it's all about our hearts

Hanging out with friends is always fun. But when we lack one person in the group, the moment, no matter how fun, will always feel like something's missing. So to bridge that gap, well, here's what we did... =)

Reina, we miss you lots. And although, we don't say it that often, we know you hear us, our voices, and our hearts shouting out to you that we miss you...across country borders, across oceans, across vast lands... We love you Rein..and for that, we made this special video so you know you'll always be with us, whenever, wherever. <3

We'll see you soon love.

xoxo

~hny~

Hands Down

Let me share a song that will always remain one of my most unforgettable (coz he sang this for me <3 which was highly unlikely with his type of personality). Tears trickled down my eyes when I heard him sing and play.. *but don't tell him that* =)

HANDS DOWN

by Dashboard Confessional

Sugar's Day

It was a night like many others. With people I see almost every day in the past year.

But now, we say goodbye to one.

Mam Donna.

One of our bestest best staffs. One of our most talkative staff. One of our most treasured staff.

A friend. A mentor. A colleague.

A part of our lives.

one, two, three

Chibon and Sofia.

Two of my bestest best buddies in the entire universe and beyond.

Two of my closest pals.

Two of my most trusted friends.

The Life of a Nurse

The 3rd of September, 2011 and our first day back at 6B.

Somehow, things went really roughly for our first day. As soon as we arrived, hurricane struck. Charts, words, medications, and people were flying around like crazy! We received people who didn't come from our station and it wasn't easy. We had to arrange all of our things, forms and whatnot, on top of caring for the patients. It soon became dusty all around and this did not help my sinus problem. Not one bit. In fact, due to my allergy to dust (hahahhaha), it worsened it. Sneezed, sniffed and coughed my way through the day, thank you very much. =p

a friend's farewell

On the night of the 19th of August 2011, our planned dinner and hang-out with Reina pushed through. It's a night with her for one last time. I don't want to sound too melodramatic so let me get straight to the point. She's leaving for Dubai (actually, she already left as of present time) and we don't know when we'll be seeing her again. So for that night, we decided to make the best of everything and spend our last minutes with her having crazy, unadulterated fun.

Right after work, I did some crazy hurricane-like prepping for the night. Then, by taxi, Princess and I went to Margarita (Family Cuisine), and as usual, ahead of schedule. =D