We're only young a few years and old for the rest of our lives, why not live wisely if not "like we're dying"?
1. It wouldn't hurt if you loosened up every once in a while.
Instead of going for a black blazer, why not use instead a pastel colored cardigan? Place your feet on the coffee table while you read your favorite book, coffee tables are low and small for a reason. Play old school hits like "Play that funky music" or "Ice Ice baby" or "Stay the light" and actually dance to them! Watch cartoons or the the food channel or whatever channel to your liking. Unless there's a raging storm or an incoming hurricane or a war, you don't have to watch the news 24/7. Your brain needs a break too!
2. It wouldn't hurt if you spend some of your money to pamper yourself. Take note: SOME.
Instead of the usual retail therapy, why not get a home service for a massage or a mani-pedi? Get a slice of your favorite cake. Skip that espresso or brewed coffee and go for that caramel macchiato. Go online and look up the recipe of your favorite dish. Actually go to the grocery store, get your ingredients and cook or prepare yourself a good and hearty meal. With a little extra cheese, or mushrooms, or that Caesar or Ranch dressing. After the long week, you deserve a treat.
3. It wouldn't hurt if you spent at least 30mins. of your day on exercise.
If you don't have time to go the gym, or if it's out of the budget, why not walk around your village for 30mins? Invest on 2-4lbs dumbbells. Download that Nike Training program on your iPod and do the workouts at least twice a week. Take the stairs to the 3rd floor. Skip the tricycle ride and walk to your house. Play out loud your greatest house mix playlist and dance to them. There are a lot of ways to use up those stored energy, we can always be creative and resourceful.
4. It wouldn't hurt if you helped other people.
Helping doesn't always have to involve money. Help can be in the form of time and effort. Help your little brother with his assignment. Help your mom with her garden, or with doing the groceries. Listen to your friend's recent existential dilemma. Volunteer for the relief operations, or to the tutorial of kids, or even in the cleaning and repairing of your church. Spend a day with an orphan and make her happy, that's help too! But if you can shell out finances, help send a kid to school or support missions or purchase milk and diapers for the orphanage. Conduct a feeding or bathing program. Share God's word! That's also a way to help others :)
5. It wouldn't hurt if you be nice to people. Even when you don't feel like it.
Say thank you to the officer who help you cross the street or the crew that help you carry your food tray. Thank your secretary for staying even if you're a ferocious monster half of the time. Smile at babies. Say please when you ask for a favor. Ask how the security guards' day were, before you exit your building. Tell your parents you love them for no reason at all. Buy Sampaguitas from street children. Remember to give food and not alms to the poor. We all deserve some degree kindness :)
6. It wouldn't hurt if you be still even for just a while.
Meditate. Switch off your electronic gadgets and just lie still on your bed. Think of everything and then nothing. Notice your breathing, look out the window, listen to the clock. Appreciate silence and the pleasure of doing nothing. Stop worrying, designate a time to worry. Drop work for 5 minutes, stretch out your arms and legs and just breathe. Close your eyes, rest them a while and then open them again. Just. Be. Still.
7. It wouldn't hurt if you be honest with how we feel.
If we're having a bad day, we can say so. If we enjoyed the meal we had, we can share it. If we're unhappy with an output given to us, we can give constructive feedback instead of redoing and editing it without his consent or knowledge. We can say we feel sick and take the afternoon off if we really can't function anymore. We can tell our partners what we want and what we don't need. Honesty liberates us in ways we only belittle. You'd be surprised as to how much relief honesty can and will bring.
8. It wouldn't hurt if you prayed. more.
It is only right that we give back to God. We can thank him for that birthday card that was thoughtfully sent by your friend or the approval from our boss that we worked hard for, or the time we spent with our family last weekend. We can pray for our heart's desires and our struggles and our pains. We can never make it on our own that's why it's always nice to know that there's a very busy father up there who still prioritized us enough to listen to our rants and whims, no matter how petty. :)
About Me
- Kyle Mendoza
- I hope to live life, soul search and find bliss. I seek to get lost and be found again. and again. And to eventually fall in love.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
10 Traits I Hope My [Future] Boyfriend Would Have
1. Faithful.
By faithful here I mean, having a lot of Faith, not just in life or in me, but ultimately in God. I need Him to have a personal relationship with God. I need him to see the importance of worshipping and going to church. I need him to love God more than he loves me. I don't need a religious man, I need one who is Faithful.
2. Loyal.
Of course, I need him to be loyal too. I need him to be loyal to me, to our commitment, to our plans and to his words. I need him to understand that he made a choice to be with only one, and that he would stick with thy choice even through bad days.
3. Family-Oriented.
Because I grew up valuing family and my relationships with each one of them, I'd like him to be the same. I need him to value his family, his parents above anyone and then his siblings. In the same way, I need him to give importance to our own family a well; that we should always be a part of the decisions he makes, his children most especially.
4. Goal-Oriented.
Behind every man's success, were goals he wanted to fulfill. I need him to be goal-oriented because I cannot and will not live in uncertainty. I don't need to have everything all figured out all at once but I need to know that he at least wants to achieve something. He has to have dreams and visions, for himself and for us. He has to know what he wants an why he wants then and gets them done.
5. Persevere
I don't need you to be wildly intelligent but I need you to persevere enough to learn what you don't know or to understand what you cannot. I don't need you to be filthy reach but I need to know that you are as willing as I am to work our asses off to be able to lead a comfortable life. I don't need a quitter or weak spirit. I need a fighter.
6. Honest.
I need a man who speaks his mind. One who says when he's hungry or the food I cooked wasn't great or that I look fat in my dress or that he's tired and just wants to sleep. I hate sugar coating to prevent hurting feelings. Please no that just aggravates it.
7. Practical.
If we do end up being well-off, I hope to God that he's practical. I hope that he doesn't spend 40,000 bucks on a pair a shoes that looks like the 3,000-buck we earlier saw. Even if we have a lot to spend, I hope that he chooses to spend practically and wisely.
8. Empathetic and/or Sympathetic.
I hate it when people are indifferent or apathetic or isn't opinionated. We were all entitled to a brain and a heart that chooses we stand for. If the guy had no interest at all in helping street kids, or badly beaten up women or trafficked children or the development of this country, then he is free to sleep on the couch until he learns the importance of these things.
9. Nationalistic and/or Patriotic.
I cannot marry anyone who things the western way is the way to go. Unless he's a foreigner, he may not act like one. I am a Filipino, and despite many embarrassing things that have tainted the beautiful history of this country, I will stay a Filipino to my last breath.
10. Appreciative.
I hope that he won't be so hard to please. That he'd equally enjoy a fancy dinner and a picnic in the park. That he'd equally enjoy long walks on the beach and staying in and watching old cheesy movies. I hope that he finds happiness in seeing the beauty of nature and not just buildings and architectural structures. I hope that he likes random post-it notes and sweet nothing's. I hope he likes hand written letters. I just hope he's appreciative :)
Are these too much to ask?
By faithful here I mean, having a lot of Faith, not just in life or in me, but ultimately in God. I need Him to have a personal relationship with God. I need him to see the importance of worshipping and going to church. I need him to love God more than he loves me. I don't need a religious man, I need one who is Faithful.
2. Loyal.
Of course, I need him to be loyal too. I need him to be loyal to me, to our commitment, to our plans and to his words. I need him to understand that he made a choice to be with only one, and that he would stick with thy choice even through bad days.
3. Family-Oriented.
Because I grew up valuing family and my relationships with each one of them, I'd like him to be the same. I need him to value his family, his parents above anyone and then his siblings. In the same way, I need him to give importance to our own family a well; that we should always be a part of the decisions he makes, his children most especially.
4. Goal-Oriented.
Behind every man's success, were goals he wanted to fulfill. I need him to be goal-oriented because I cannot and will not live in uncertainty. I don't need to have everything all figured out all at once but I need to know that he at least wants to achieve something. He has to have dreams and visions, for himself and for us. He has to know what he wants an why he wants then and gets them done.
5. Persevere
I don't need you to be wildly intelligent but I need you to persevere enough to learn what you don't know or to understand what you cannot. I don't need you to be filthy reach but I need to know that you are as willing as I am to work our asses off to be able to lead a comfortable life. I don't need a quitter or weak spirit. I need a fighter.
6. Honest.
I need a man who speaks his mind. One who says when he's hungry or the food I cooked wasn't great or that I look fat in my dress or that he's tired and just wants to sleep. I hate sugar coating to prevent hurting feelings. Please no that just aggravates it.
7. Practical.
If we do end up being well-off, I hope to God that he's practical. I hope that he doesn't spend 40,000 bucks on a pair a shoes that looks like the 3,000-buck we earlier saw. Even if we have a lot to spend, I hope that he chooses to spend practically and wisely.
8. Empathetic and/or Sympathetic.
I hate it when people are indifferent or apathetic or isn't opinionated. We were all entitled to a brain and a heart that chooses we stand for. If the guy had no interest at all in helping street kids, or badly beaten up women or trafficked children or the development of this country, then he is free to sleep on the couch until he learns the importance of these things.
9. Nationalistic and/or Patriotic.
I cannot marry anyone who things the western way is the way to go. Unless he's a foreigner, he may not act like one. I am a Filipino, and despite many embarrassing things that have tainted the beautiful history of this country, I will stay a Filipino to my last breath.
10. Appreciative.
I hope that he won't be so hard to please. That he'd equally enjoy a fancy dinner and a picnic in the park. That he'd equally enjoy long walks on the beach and staying in and watching old cheesy movies. I hope that he finds happiness in seeing the beauty of nature and not just buildings and architectural structures. I hope that he likes random post-it notes and sweet nothing's. I hope he likes hand written letters. I just hope he's appreciative :)
Are these too much to ask?
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Just a random thought
Narcissism aside, I wonder if anyone ever felt like they made a wrong choice when they chose to leave me. Or if anyone secretly regrets not staying or fighting, or at least saying that they felt something.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Our life in passing
When we were little, we dreamt of being like those people we saw in movies or in beauty magazines. We wanted to be princesses and superheroes and maybe, fairies and other mythical creatures too. We played castle with our friends, combed each other's hair and sometimes poured imaginary tea on the cups of our imaginary friends. Carton boxes were more than just empty boxes, they were spaceships and race cars and caves and houses. Such imagination we had back then.
On good days, when it wasn't raining too hard or if the heat wasn't scorching, we'd play outside, if not in our own backyards, at the pavements of the nearest side streets. We'd draw all sorts of things on the ground after realizing that stones etch white markings if you use them as writing materials against the pavements. We'd enjoy ourselves a little too much and would dread the time when we'd hear our mothers calling us in for either, an afternoon nap, shower or supper.
And then we grew up a little. We started having crushes and boyfriends and our barbies were left in the cabinets. Suddenly, we were always so conscious of how we looked or if our clothes matched or if it was a good hair day. We always wanted to be with our friends and our parents were the greatest antagonists in our stories. On desperate days, we crept out of the house to attend this party all the cool kids were going to. After all that trouble trying to keep the gate as silent a possible while you closed it or that old screen door from banging.. After all the nervousness when you walked or rode a cab to your friend's house, you realize that the party wasn't as rad as you thought it would be and only the in people seem to be having a good time. You try to small talk some people but it just isn't working out. The morning after, you're having a bad headache from an equally bad hangover from last night!s party because you had to drown yourself in alcohol just to fool yourself that you were having fun. You go to school and fall asleep in class only to wake up and realize that you forgot you had a quiz in geometry that day. You fail and that was the beginning of your failing streak. This wasn't you.
You enter college and you promise to redeem yourself. It was all you ever dreamt of, going to college in that big ol university. And then you realize, college isn't as fun as you thought it would be. It wasn't as liberating as those movies promised. Parties were fun, people were crazy, your friends are the best, but it still wasn't what you thought it would be like.. And feel like.. College straightened you out because with all that independence you had on your hands, you suddenly felt the burden for your own life. Who you'll become in the future, how much success you would achieve or the lack thereof would now be the outcome of your decisions. So you had to finally face reality, that things aren't as simple as they used to be.. And carton boxes are now just empty boxes waiting to be filled with things you either had to throw away or keep in storage..
And then you sit down in front of your computer screen while you scrolled through your social networking site. You look at your friends list and ask yourself how many of these friends are even really your friends. You look through old pictures and realize that your life had already passed you by. You sit there and realize that you aren't happy. That there's definitely something missing. That you yearned for something more than this but never really know what happened.
How have we become these people we don't even know? The kind of people that we promised not to be?
Ky
Disclaimer: these are fictitious situations. General experiences put together. Not pertaining to anyone or any life in particular. If anything, it would have been just a great coincidence.
On good days, when it wasn't raining too hard or if the heat wasn't scorching, we'd play outside, if not in our own backyards, at the pavements of the nearest side streets. We'd draw all sorts of things on the ground after realizing that stones etch white markings if you use them as writing materials against the pavements. We'd enjoy ourselves a little too much and would dread the time when we'd hear our mothers calling us in for either, an afternoon nap, shower or supper.
And then we grew up a little. We started having crushes and boyfriends and our barbies were left in the cabinets. Suddenly, we were always so conscious of how we looked or if our clothes matched or if it was a good hair day. We always wanted to be with our friends and our parents were the greatest antagonists in our stories. On desperate days, we crept out of the house to attend this party all the cool kids were going to. After all that trouble trying to keep the gate as silent a possible while you closed it or that old screen door from banging.. After all the nervousness when you walked or rode a cab to your friend's house, you realize that the party wasn't as rad as you thought it would be and only the in people seem to be having a good time. You try to small talk some people but it just isn't working out. The morning after, you're having a bad headache from an equally bad hangover from last night!s party because you had to drown yourself in alcohol just to fool yourself that you were having fun. You go to school and fall asleep in class only to wake up and realize that you forgot you had a quiz in geometry that day. You fail and that was the beginning of your failing streak. This wasn't you.
You enter college and you promise to redeem yourself. It was all you ever dreamt of, going to college in that big ol university. And then you realize, college isn't as fun as you thought it would be. It wasn't as liberating as those movies promised. Parties were fun, people were crazy, your friends are the best, but it still wasn't what you thought it would be like.. And feel like.. College straightened you out because with all that independence you had on your hands, you suddenly felt the burden for your own life. Who you'll become in the future, how much success you would achieve or the lack thereof would now be the outcome of your decisions. So you had to finally face reality, that things aren't as simple as they used to be.. And carton boxes are now just empty boxes waiting to be filled with things you either had to throw away or keep in storage..
And then you sit down in front of your computer screen while you scrolled through your social networking site. You look at your friends list and ask yourself how many of these friends are even really your friends. You look through old pictures and realize that your life had already passed you by. You sit there and realize that you aren't happy. That there's definitely something missing. That you yearned for something more than this but never really know what happened.
How have we become these people we don't even know? The kind of people that we promised not to be?
Ky
Disclaimer: these are fictitious situations. General experiences put together. Not pertaining to anyone or any life in particular. If anything, it would have been just a great coincidence.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
I Want To Get Lost
I want to get lost and get tired, the good kind of tired.
I want to go somewhere and explore that place without having to ask for directions or having to rely on a map. I want to be somewhere where I can be lost in transportation and translation. I want to know what it's like to be the alien, to know nothing about the place and emerge from it fully immersed in the culture and language of that place. I want to fall in love, with new sights and smells and tastes and sounds. I want to relearn and re-appreciate something I already know. I want to be proven wrong and made right. I want get lost.
Also, I want to get tired. The good kind of tired. The kind of tired where you just plop on your bed at the end of the day from too much walking, or swimming or hiking, or laughing. I want to get tired from tasting different delicacies or listening to folklore and stories. I want to get tired from a 3km hike just to see that sunset. I want to get tired from dancing with the elders or singing with the kids. I want to get tired from biking around town or riding on a public transportation downtown. I want to get tired from staying up late because I'm just too happy and excited to fall asleep. I want to get tired.
I want to be somewhere else that isn't here or there. I want to see beyond what my eyes can see, feel beyond what my heart can feel, listen beyond what my ears can hear and love beyond my capacity.
I want to get drunk, with laughter, passion, wine, tears, water and sunshine.
I want to get lost and get tired, the good kind of tired.
I want to go somewhere and explore that place without having to ask for directions or having to rely on a map. I want to be somewhere where I can be lost in transportation and translation. I want to know what it's like to be the alien, to know nothing about the place and emerge from it fully immersed in the culture and language of that place. I want to fall in love, with new sights and smells and tastes and sounds. I want to relearn and re-appreciate something I already know. I want to be proven wrong and made right. I want get lost.
Also, I want to get tired. The good kind of tired. The kind of tired where you just plop on your bed at the end of the day from too much walking, or swimming or hiking, or laughing. I want to get tired from tasting different delicacies or listening to folklore and stories. I want to get tired from a 3km hike just to see that sunset. I want to get tired from dancing with the elders or singing with the kids. I want to get tired from biking around town or riding on a public transportation downtown. I want to get tired from staying up late because I'm just too happy and excited to fall asleep. I want to get tired.
I want to be somewhere else that isn't here or there. I want to see beyond what my eyes can see, feel beyond what my heart can feel, listen beyond what my ears can hear and love beyond my capacity.
I want to get drunk, with laughter, passion, wine, tears, water and sunshine.
I want to get lost and get tired, the good kind of tired.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Of Sentiments on Religion
DISCLAIMER: All of the herein published statements and opinions are mine and mine alone and they do not represent anyone else's.
Growing up, I had a lot of questions about the existence of a supreme being and honestly, I still do at times. But with the beauty of nature and the numerous life altering experiences, I could not help but to believe that there is indeed a God... And that the answers to my questions were always there all along. I am not perfect, I have fallen many times, and my glory days weren't all too glorious but I was picked-up, dusted and put back on track every single time by the One who loved.
Lately, I have been having a lot of conversations about the very controversial bill. Many have expressed their distaste in it while a few have found it's positive attributes. But the main issue is whether or not the provisions of the bill are actually contrary to church teachings, offensive to morals and dangerous to health and man. The Catholic Church have taken the opposition's side and have expressed this, time and time again. Recently, an article from the UST's official publication, The Varsitarian, released an opinion/editorial article on how as Catholics they were against the bill and also their disappointment in the DLSU&ADMU professors who have confessed their support for the bill for it was 'against' Catholic teachings. (Hot Topic)
Have we forgotten the true essence of this thing we call religion? It is not the practices nor the laws. It's LOVE. Remember that story in the Bible where Jesus Christ decided to heal on a Sabbath day when supposedly, no one should be working? And he was condemned for the same? Was it wrong for Jesus to think that healing the ill was far more important than the law on Sabbath day? Had He stood there and not did anything and that person, let say, died, wouldn't He be condemned even more for that? That He stood there and did nothing when He could have saved him instead? He did this because He was given wisdom, wisdom to discern the right from the wrong, to discern which was of paramount importance, here, the law or the life. He was reminded that the very reason of the the Law is Love and if it the law would be the hindrance to deliver the acts of love, then it would defeat the original intent and purpose. No one should be deprived of justice because of the law. No one should be a victim of prejudice because of law. The law is supposed to protect us, to guide us and to maintain peace and harmony among us. "We should defer not to the letter that killeth but to the spirit the vivifieth." In the same way, I would like us to set aside the law for a while and look into issues prima facie.
Why am I saying this? I am saying this because I would want us to reevaluate how we see 'religion'. I don't think Jesus started religion, He started a culture and His followers established religion to continue what He has started. Jesus wanted to empower the weak, heal the sick, educate the children and bring light and truth to the world, not just any truth but the truth of redemption and salvation through Him. And we the believers should have faith in Him, more importantly, a personal and growing two-way relationship with Him.
God is a gentleman. He never forces anything on anyone. He set rules and gives out commandments but He still gives man the freedom to obey these rules [or not]. He allows man to walk, to see things, to discover life, to find answers, to make mistakes because we are free to do so. What God does is, He watches over us and guides us. He gives us knowledge and wisdom. Knowledge to know what is right and lawful over what is wrong and unlawful and the wisdom to apply that knowledge, to the betterment of ourselves and of everyone else.
I thought of the phrase "The Blind Leading the Blind."
We should not blindly believe and follow rules and laws. We should know the law, it's reason and the effective means to carry it out. If we just blindly follow whatever is taught to us, then we will never learn how to stand on our own and would not be able to really say that we know what we are fighting for. Even law professors challenge laws, because they study the law and have learned the art of sound discretion and have learned to identify which are good laws and bad laws. This is the main reason why even our constitution undergoes amendments/revisions. We cannot be blind leaders and blind followers, we have to start knowing why we believe in things and why we follow things. Jesus knew. Do we?
I don't know if I'm making sense. But I hope I am. I am not trying to pose an argument but I am posing a challenge, a challenge of reevaluation. :)
All the best.
Growing up, I had a lot of questions about the existence of a supreme being and honestly, I still do at times. But with the beauty of nature and the numerous life altering experiences, I could not help but to believe that there is indeed a God... And that the answers to my questions were always there all along. I am not perfect, I have fallen many times, and my glory days weren't all too glorious but I was picked-up, dusted and put back on track every single time by the One who loved.
Lately, I have been having a lot of conversations about the very controversial bill. Many have expressed their distaste in it while a few have found it's positive attributes. But the main issue is whether or not the provisions of the bill are actually contrary to church teachings, offensive to morals and dangerous to health and man. The Catholic Church have taken the opposition's side and have expressed this, time and time again. Recently, an article from the UST's official publication, The Varsitarian, released an opinion/editorial article on how as Catholics they were against the bill and also their disappointment in the DLSU&ADMU professors who have confessed their support for the bill for it was 'against' Catholic teachings. (Hot Topic)
Have we forgotten the true essence of this thing we call religion? It is not the practices nor the laws. It's LOVE. Remember that story in the Bible where Jesus Christ decided to heal on a Sabbath day when supposedly, no one should be working? And he was condemned for the same? Was it wrong for Jesus to think that healing the ill was far more important than the law on Sabbath day? Had He stood there and not did anything and that person, let say, died, wouldn't He be condemned even more for that? That He stood there and did nothing when He could have saved him instead? He did this because He was given wisdom, wisdom to discern the right from the wrong, to discern which was of paramount importance, here, the law or the life. He was reminded that the very reason of the the Law is Love and if it the law would be the hindrance to deliver the acts of love, then it would defeat the original intent and purpose. No one should be deprived of justice because of the law. No one should be a victim of prejudice because of law. The law is supposed to protect us, to guide us and to maintain peace and harmony among us. "We should defer not to the letter that killeth but to the spirit the vivifieth." In the same way, I would like us to set aside the law for a while and look into issues prima facie.
Why am I saying this? I am saying this because I would want us to reevaluate how we see 'religion'. I don't think Jesus started religion, He started a culture and His followers established religion to continue what He has started. Jesus wanted to empower the weak, heal the sick, educate the children and bring light and truth to the world, not just any truth but the truth of redemption and salvation through Him. And we the believers should have faith in Him, more importantly, a personal and growing two-way relationship with Him.
God is a gentleman. He never forces anything on anyone. He set rules and gives out commandments but He still gives man the freedom to obey these rules [or not]. He allows man to walk, to see things, to discover life, to find answers, to make mistakes because we are free to do so. What God does is, He watches over us and guides us. He gives us knowledge and wisdom. Knowledge to know what is right and lawful over what is wrong and unlawful and the wisdom to apply that knowledge, to the betterment of ourselves and of everyone else.
I thought of the phrase "The Blind Leading the Blind."
We should not blindly believe and follow rules and laws. We should know the law, it's reason and the effective means to carry it out. If we just blindly follow whatever is taught to us, then we will never learn how to stand on our own and would not be able to really say that we know what we are fighting for. Even law professors challenge laws, because they study the law and have learned the art of sound discretion and have learned to identify which are good laws and bad laws. This is the main reason why even our constitution undergoes amendments/revisions. We cannot be blind leaders and blind followers, we have to start knowing why we believe in things and why we follow things. Jesus knew. Do we?
I don't know if I'm making sense. But I hope I am. I am not trying to pose an argument but I am posing a challenge, a challenge of reevaluation. :)
All the best.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Obliviate
Sometimes, I would wish that the spell "Obliviate" (To those who don't know, it's a spell from Harry Potter which erases memories. Something like that.) would actually work on us mortals. I'd wish that we can just say 'Obliviate' and our painful memories can just vanish and be forever forgotten. On days like this one, when Nostalgia is at is highest wave and pms emotions are raging, I wish I could obliviate.
My head is throbbing from a weird headache and you're who I remember.. cause the last time I had a banging headache, I was with you.
I really have this habit of associating experiences with people and apparently, most of my daily experiences are still associated to my memories of you. I don't want to replace them but I think it's time to make new ones. Really.
Old friend, I miss you. And I need that pain reliever you gave me that day. :)
My head is throbbing from a weird headache and you're who I remember.. cause the last time I had a banging headache, I was with you.
I really have this habit of associating experiences with people and apparently, most of my daily experiences are still associated to my memories of you. I don't want to replace them but I think it's time to make new ones. Really.
Old friend, I miss you. And I need that pain reliever you gave me that day. :)
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