Love Sucks In Mysterious Ways

Sharon, Mama Fe, Elaine... there's nothing to update you about anymore. Guess I was a little too late. Better luck next lifetime.

I condemn guys who give mixed signals yet here I am, unintentionally playing with someone's feelings. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe love doesn't come to me not because I'm too picky. It's for the simple but unacceptable reason that I don't know how to love. Sometimes I wish life comes with a manual that tells you what to do next. I'm at a loss for the next maneuver.

I think I just drove away someone who might be the one.

To hell with love. Whoever said it was for me, anyway?

The Return

Yeah, I know my blog has gathered enough dusts and grown cobwebs everywhere but I've been busy with things lately that I haven't had the time to update this site.

I'm making this entry short. Uhh... I did something stupid again. I spent last Wednesday, a day after valentines, crying. And it was of my own doing. Or maybe it was just one of those post-valentines depression, if there's such a thing. At that time I really wanted to talk to someone. Preferrably my kadyosas, my friends who act like an older sister to me in times of crises like that. Elaine just texted in time while i was sobbing hysterically in my bed. Unfortunately she was in the middle of something (no, she wasn't making ger-ger. ahehe! she had paperworks that time) so we had to cut our conversation short.

Earlier, I just talked to Sharon and Mama Fe over the phone. I had to talk to either of them for I could no longer contain the things that were bothering me. I could not really write in detail what really happened but both of them agreed that I have to do some damage control, quick. God, I hope it's not too late.