Things I’m Loving Lately

I  know, I know. This post is so unoriginal because I am so uncreative like that. I suck at coming up with titles anyway and I am more than aware of that. Believe me or not I tried to think of a different title that is cool with the same meaning for so long but screw it I couldn’t so why not just dive into it and do it. I just really want share my favorites at the moment that gives me my daily dose of happiness. So, without further ado, here’s the things I’m loving lately:


I mean it’s no question how music can influence us in general: it reflects our moods and feelings and it can even instantly lifts our spirit up. Since we moved apartment, it had taken weeks before we had our cable and internet connected meaning also for weeks we pretty much had nothing to do for entertainment. So I myself had turned into my ever so trusted music buddy, Spotify. I don’t create my own playlists but rather choose from the existing playlists on the browse section. Lately, I have been loving these playlists in particular:

Because the millenial in me is kicking in and I miss listening to these songs that I grew up with. It’s nostalgic for me, remembering my younger days. Oh geez, saying that suddenly made me feel so old.

I like listening to these playlists during the morning while I’m having breakfast and/or cleaning and tidying around the house. It’s not too noisy and it’s not too mellow either, just perfect for when your mind and body are still waking up.

I also love this playlist of Yiruma’s music. I have always loved this ever since I first heard  of River Flows In You in a Dancing With The Star’s video. This is my go to playlist for when I want to calm my mind and mood. I like listening to this usually during the evening for when I want to wind down for the night to mellow out the energy, there were times that I listen to this to sleep. It’s just so relaxing and calming for me.


I have really been into listening to music lately. If I’m not on Spotify, you’ll see me browsing through countless of videos on Youtube because who doesn’t do that, right? And I have two videos in particular that I have been shamelessly raping the repeat button for days. Obviously, I am in serious last song syndrome situation.

Just because it’s Mori. We all know how great of a singer she is who can whistle like Mariah Carey and that little squeaks she does that has become kind of her trademark. I wasn’t really a fan of the squeaking at first but now I’m digging it, that is just so Mori.

I first watched this video the other day because first, it’s Moira and we all know how great of a singer she is too and second, she’s covering Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I mean can it get better than that? Also she has a unique voice and I am so in love with that voice. I’m kind of jealous of that actually, I’m not gonna lie. What made this video so fun to watch is not only because of Moira and Jason’s flawless voices and the oh so beautiful way they sang it but also because they had kept in the video the giggling and funny bits that they had while recording and it was just so adorable and so kilig. They reflect the song that they were singing. I just think that this video also shows a little bit of Moira’s personality which is so awesome.


Since we had our internet connection installed, I had been binge watching my favorite youtuber’s vlogmasses every night and all of their vlogs in general actually because I love watching it. I like seeing or watching how other people spends their time, what they do in a day and basically how they live their lives. I’m curious. Is it so wrong?


I first had a taste of this on tuesday this week when I went out of the house that afternoon with a purpose of paying something that I needed to pay thru the cliqq machine in 7/11 but unfortunately the two 7/11 stores that I went to both had broken machines. I was so annoyed because I walked around 15  to 20 minutes from the first 7/11 all the way to the second 7/11  store under the scalding heat of mister sun. I was boiling hot and was sweating like a pig. So as a reward of some sort for myself, I picked this up and ate it while I walked back home. Since then I had been eating this everyday which maybe is another culprit why I am breaking out so badly this time. Ooopps.


I’m a silent bujo enthusiast. I like being organized and I like lists and I definitely like how creative you can be in creating your own bullet journal. Just this week I noticed how I keep losing a good amount of time just by scrolling through instagram looking at photos of bujo entries. Every time I’m mesmerized. It’s just so interesting to me how people invest their time and effort, even resources setting up their bullet journal and how they utilize it in their lives. I’ve never tried doing one. I can only do a very basic to-do list in a piece of paper, crossed out the finished ones then tossed that paper in the trash bin when I no longer need it.  I hope one day I can try doing it too. 🙂

What about you, what are the things that you’re loving lately?
Feel free to share it in the comments.


Gerry over and out. 😀😉


What’s Up With Me?

Hello you beautiful people of the world! Hi! How are you? Gerry here. Still alive and thankfully still human. Oh my goodness! It’s been so long isn’t it?  How are you guys doing? I feel like I’ve been gone for like a hundred long years, what an exaggeration I know. Though I was able to dropped some likes and comments here and there but still, obviously it wasn’t enough to keep up.

I feel like a lot has happened since the last time I posted on here but now that I’m thinking about it, I feel otherwise. You may or may not know that the main reason as to why I had been somewhat inactive on this blog was because I didn’t have internet, if I remember it correctly, I think it was since around July or August of last year. Why, you may ask? I wouldn’t go into details but  I can tell you it was because of my brother’s great doing. I remember my parent’s and I were so shocked when we saw that our internet’s bill suddenly skyrocketed off the roof. It amounted more or less to all of our utility bills combined. My mom was so pissed because it still happened despite of my mom and I’s constant reminder to them. So what my mom did was that she didn’t pay the bill at all. It was just one person’s mistake but all of us suffered. Lesson learned … don’t pissed my mom.

Another reason as to why my mom did that was that it was that time around when my parents contemplated about moving apartment. We were just not happy anymore with our previous home. It already harbored a lot of negative vibes and energies. We were all dreading coming home to that apartment. It caused us stress and distress so it wasn’t really homey and pleasant anymore. We were all bad tempered and we were all fighting and arguing most of the time. I know it’s so lame blaming these stuff on a house but I do agree with the notion that our environment plays a vital role in influencing us … with how we behave, how we think, how we deal with things, how we decide and so on and so forth.

It has been a challenge looking for an apartment because 1. we’re on a budget, 2. we’re too many, we’re seven person in the family and 3. we have pets – three dogs and a cat. My mom told me that landlords nowadays prefers up to five people maximum in an apartment and no pets which were bummers because she had found a number of nice apartments that’s within the budget but couldn’t really get it because of the said reasons. Frustrating, I know. That’s why it had taken quite a while before we moved.

On December, we started packing and by we I mean my mom and I. It was kind of a slow process at first as we don’t really know when we can move yet. I started going through our stuff, one category at a time. I disposed of the things we don’t really need or use anymore and boxed those that we do need. I did one or two boxes a day then after that I binge watch k-dramas because why not, that’s my only happiness at the time. We powered through Christmas and New Year with our house in chaos, full of boxes and only with the most basic stuff. I even had a little accident in the kitchen just 3 hours before new year. I burned myself whilst trying to start our oven. The fire literally went past me, by my face actually. I burned a little of my hair (the ones that had unraveled out of my braid especially those under my ears and my baby bangs), my eyebrows, eyelashes and also four fingers in my right hand. Yeah, that happened.

My mom witnessed that, she was so shocked, all she said was to asked me if I’m alright.  The only thing going on in my mind at that time was that “Did I lose my eyebrows? Do I now look like Voldemort?”.  I was so worried about my brows that my mom had a lot of fun teasing me about not knowing how to draw them. Yes people, I don’t do my brows. I am so grateful for being born with a naturally ‘shaped’ eyebrows but with that incident, the arch area in my right eyebrow has become sparse. It looks like I have a bald spot there but not really. It’s not that noticeable but I do notice it every time I look in the mirror. So now, that’s what I’m attempting to learn, on how to do the brows because it’s really bothering me and my mom just won’t shut up about it. I even bought myself an eyebrow pencil recently but never tried to use it yet. Will I ever learn? That’s the million dollar question.

Then comes January 2018, the first two weeks consisted still with a series of packing, packing, packing and more packing until one afternoon my mom said to me pack everything, we’re moving that evening. Everything that day happened so fast that I didn’t know what day that was. Up to now, I still couldn’t remember the exact date of that very night we moved into our new apartment. All I can remember was that it was around the fourth week of January.

Now that we’ve moved and all settled in this new home, all seems lighter and brighter, literally and figuratively. We’re happier. I sleep oh so so so much better. I now usually sleep around midnight and wakes up to a bright morning. I now usually get more than 6 hours of sleep a day. I mean who wouldn’t be happy with that? Am I right? There are still nights that I stay up until 2 or 3 am but that’s it.

Wait … I intended this post to be a quick greeting, just to popped in your newsfeed and say Hi! but I didn’t notice I already blabbered so much and spouted all these words. Oopps! Well, I better end this here.


May we all have a wicked day!!! A good kind of wicked, okay? 😉


Gerry over and out. 😀

For You

Dear M,

         It was on a very random day of December 2016 when we had exchanged and established our first Hi’s and Hello’s, little did I know that that was the start of something that I will cherished for as long as my neurons can remember. I talked to you with no expectation at all as I was so used to talking to people who were rude and plainly jerks. Then you came along. I really thought at first that you were just like the lots of them but it turned out that that wasn’t the case at all. I remember when I realized that, I was reminded of the saying “There’s always an exception to the rule.” I think I even uttered that out loud to myself with a smile on my face. Very fitting, said my mind.

          Since then, we exchanged messages every day. Your replies were one of the things that I always look forward to when I woke up to a new day. I was so glad about the fact that our conversations were not just basics or small talks – the kind of talks that for me is draining and tiring. I greatly appreciate that I found someone whom I can talk to like an actual adult and have deep conversations with pretty much about anything with no holds barred. Your open-mindedness I found so endearing and it charmed me every time. Your advises and words of wisdoms were everything to me. I learned a lot from you, that’s for sure. They may not be new to me but you were the proof that it was all possible and very doable. Your fearlessness and bravery for taking chances enchanted me. I remember I even felt jealous and envious of that at some point, well … I think I still am today to be honest. When life gave me a beating, just the thought of you could immediately pull me into positivity. You cheered me up when I was sad. You willingly listened to me when I needed to vent out even though they were the things that I had been telling you over and over again. You listened. Unbiased and non-judgmental were other qualities of yours that I admired oh so greatly. You undeniably had become a role-model for me.

          I think it’s about time to admit that you’re the one who actually made me realized that I am now more open to the thought of deepening my relationship to someone, romantically I mean. I am not going to deny that just the mere thought of that really scared the living life out of me. Exaggerated you may think but no, not really. That’s absolutely how I felt. What if I get really invested in you and then things don’t work out? What if the universe doesn’t conspire with us? Oh God, that’ll break me for sure. I was so grateful when you said that you wouldn’t rush and force me to do things and/or decisions that I am not ready for.

          These last couple of months though, I felt something different that I couldn’t quite put a finger on but now that I’m thinking about it, I think I was just in denial all this time.  Then came along your last message, I read it and it hurts. A lot. I couldn’t even get mad about it because all you said were true. Did I mention that I value your honesty and straight-forwardness too? I was with my mom when I read that message. I was barely holding my tears that I needed to excuse myself to go to the toilet, opened the faucet and let the tears rolled out.  The crushing pain in my chest was growing stronger and stronger by the second. As your words kept repeating in my head, one word kept popping to mind, TRUE. You said nothing but the truth and as they say, truth hurts. Indeed, it hurts. It was beyond annoying that I could do nothing about it but to feel guilty because I am guilty.

          You said that you would like to see me one day as a strong woman who exactly knows what she wants in life and that I am obviously not there yet. This you don’t have to tell me for I know that already, that’s one of the things that I would want for myself too. You said that for you it seems like I am confused – very confused, I said to myself – about the things that I should do, about my priorities in life and that if I do want to have someone in my life like a boyfriend or a husband. I must admit that the last one made me chuckle for a second because silly you, of course I would want that because I don’t have any intention of being alone and miserable for the rest of my life. You also said that maybe time is the key for me to figure these out. I recall myself nodding to this under the constant stream of tears falling out of my eyes and with the heaviness in my chest because I knew this too is true.

          It’s my fault that our relationship didn’t progress like the way we wanted it. You said that you’re not pointing a finger at me that this didn’t happen but again, you really didn’t have to tell me that because again, I already know that. The problem is in me. The problem is me. That made me realized that I really need to sort out myself first, feel a little settled at the very least before I can accommodate someone new in my life. And that’s what I intend to do. I am very regretful of how this all turned out. Just like you said, you wish things were different. Well, me too. How I wish I’m different, because maybe then … there might be a chance.

            Simply saying thank you wouldn’t suffice to completely express how grateful I am for you, for knowing you and for all the things I’ve learned from you. I am sad and I am regretful. I am undeniably feeling the pain like I just had a friendship breakup. It’s not a happy ending but with all the lessons learned, I think that’s where the bright side is. I am still hopeful though, that that one day will come. The day when I can reciprocate what you’re giving me and confidently accept what you’re offering for me.

          With all of this been said, I still have one last thing to say …
           Thank you for being you, mister.


Your Princess,

Warm Mornings

The sun peeping through her window wakes her up,  her lips then breaks into a smile as she opens her still dreamy eyes whilst her mind goes on to thinking about what is more beautiful than waking up in a comfortable bed, in a gorgeous cheery bright morning with the intoxicating smell of brewing coffee wafting in the air. And to top it all that, having your man laying beside you, looking at you with those beguiling eyes as he says “Good morning beautiful. I made you breakfast.”  then gives you a smile so charming that certainly melts your heart.

All is Well

Yesterday, I woke up forty five minutes later than I usually do in a weekday.  I needed to wake my youngest brother up to make him go to school but I didn’t realized I just turned off my alarms and went back to sleep, silly me. Luckily, he still had time. I woke him up then immediately headed to the kitchen and cooked two sunny side-up eggs for his breakfast. I was so out of it that I burnt a finger when I unconsciously touched the side of the pan but that surely woke me up too. The brother has a way to frustrate me every time, even though the clock was ticking, he moved as if he had all the time in the world, no matter how many times I reminded him to move quicker as he was going to be late but it was no success. What a spoiled little mister!

When he was out of the door, I quickly changed clothes then went to the market to pick up ingredients for our foods for the day. When I get back, I just washed and put away the things I bought, washed my hands and went back to sleep. I had another two hours of sleep that were definitely not enough for my still tired mind and body.

When I woke up again at ten in the morning, I noticed that it was raining which I thought that our lunch was perfect for the weather. I cooked pork sinigang which I intentionally made nakakakilig sa asim because that’s the way I like it. Then I fed the dogs and went bad to my bed. I had no plan of sleeping again but I ended up napping for another hour.  – This is what I mean when I said that I had a very erratic sleeping habit. I have multiple interrupted sleeps everyday most days of the week. Super unhealthy. –

I was up around 1:10 in the afternoon, my dad was already gone for work, so I checked my other brother to see if he was ready for school but nope I saw him still sleeping on bed. He was sick so I just let him sleep. I ate lunch around 1:30, the pork sinigang was as cold as the weather. I was too lazy to heat it up so it didn’t taste as good as it was when hot. I still ate it while watching Ice Age: Collision Course because that was all there was on the television good enough to watch.

I made myself a steaming mug of coffee when I was done putting away the dishes that I used. Then I checked my phone and found a message. It was from the medical clinic I had sent out a resume to weeks ago. They were inviting me for an interview today. I was feeling excited actually, so I replied I will come. I felt good while I was enjoying my coffee, paying half of my attention to the movie I was watching which was Woman In Black and another half of my attention was appreciating the rain.

I was feeling so good until she had to ask for my professional experience and that spoiled everything. I knew right then and there that the interview invitation will be taken back and that actually what happened. She said that they were looking for someone who’s experienced; she thanked me for showing interest and sent me one final message saying that I can reapply again next time. What a bummer! I know.

Oh well, that’s life. I wouldn’t say anyway that I didn’t see that coming.  They gave me butterflies, let me played with them for a few minutes and then chased them all away. Pinaasa ako bes! *sigh* False hope!

On the other hand, I just like to quickly mention it now that I remember it as I’m typing this, the reason why I chose to sleep in despite the alarm yesterday morning. I was dreaming! Can you believe that? Yes, you read that correctly. I had a dream and all I can remember about that dream is that I was holding scoops of ice cream in a cone. A strawberry flavoured ice cream. I was looking at it as if I was about to devour it. And that’s all really. See how cheeky my mind is? It has been a while since the last time I remember I dreamed. I have to myself to blame for that, for having such an erratic sleeping habit.

After that rejection moment, my brothers and I watched Divergent then the rest of the night was full of eating and doing house chores. I planned on painting my nails which are in dire need of manicure but I was caught up in playing a game so I think I might do that later today instead.

I’m alright. It happens. That’s how life decided to tease me this time.

Late Night Brain Dump

Hello you guys! How have you been doing? It has been a while isn’t it? Yes, I’m still breathing and alive. Honestly, I don’t really know what to say. I just kind of feeling like writing, to get these thoughts out of my head and scribble them somewhere which is exactly what I’m doing now. Obviously.

I still don’t really know what to say and share with you. I really hate it when I feel like I have tons and tons of things crowding my mind but then the second that I actually want to write them down they all just disappear. Bummer.

Let me just start then by sharing with you that for a few weeks, I had been on a reading spree. The number of books I’ve finished recently made me so happy and satisfied but it worries me at the same time because my e-book stash is disappearing very quickly. I’m actually kind of scared that I will run out of books to read because reading is all I could do for now with the fact that we still don’t have internet yet and our television is more often than not in control by my dad and/or by my brother. I’m considering of typing up another book round-up and a few book thoughts but not quite sure yet. I don’t know if this craving to write will hold up and keep me motivated long enough to actually write them or write anything at all besides this post. We’ll just have to see then, I guess.

I miss writing poems. It has been so long since the last time I’ve written one and I’m talking about years – totally not exaggerating. I still have the poems saved here in my computer so I might be posting them from time to time. I’m still considering if I will post the tagalog ones. Should I or should I not?

I miss my friends. Badly. I miss hanging out with them. It has been a while since the last time I saw them. There had been at least a couple of birthdays that had passed that I thought were opportunities for us to meet but nope it never happened. I guess they’re just too busy tending with their own lives. I doubt we will be having our yearly tradition of going to the beach this month. How sad.

I’m also feeling jealous of my mom right now, she’s now in the province to visit our relatives there and also to visit my grandfather’s grave. They will very likely visit my hometown too which I have been dying for so long to visit again to see the house/place where I grew up in. But unfortunately, it’s something that my mom wouldn’t allow for me to do so for a very personal reason which I know of course and I totally understand.

Another thing that I’d like to share that I just happen to remember as I am typing this right now is how abnormal and erratic my sleeping pattern is nowadays. It actually bothers me and worries me a lot. I don’t know how I could keep going on and function in my day with very little sleep – with that I mean, just an hour or two of shut eye for days straight. It’s crazy I know. It’s gotten out of control for the worse that just a few days ago, my body has retaliated fiercely. I had a very bad throbbing headache for almost two days, I was feeling dizzy and nauseous as well to the point that I thought I would puke my guts out at any moment and I know for sure that it was due to my lack of sleep. I am now suddenly being bombarded with the bad effects of having lack of sleep in the body and in the mind. Oh my goodness, this needs to be addressed immediately!

I just realized that I still have many thoughts to dump but I would like to keep those things for myself, it’s kind of a sensitive matter for me at the moment. I’ll just write them down somewhere else that only I know where and only I can read.

Now, it’s a no brainer for me that I badly need to get my life together. I promised myself not to be so pessimistic anymore so I need to dispel this budding negativity hovering around me. I’ll just keep reminding myself that if anyone can, why can’t I? Am I right? I have read somewhere that there’s nothing you cannot do/achieve if you have the right mindset. And I totally agree with that.

So, for anyone out there who’s also going through something these days, let’s just hang in there friends!

Brain Dump

Hello September! Seriously, someone please slow down this thing called time. Tell it not to be in so much hurry. I’m really losing my mind here. It’s my birthday month, I’m officially turning a year older next week and to be honest, I am not so excited about that. Just the thought of my birthday coming up is giving me so much pressure. About life. My life. What have I been doing all this time? Really. Does someone know? Me? I don’t. I’m as clueless as any other person I ask.

What in the world?! Am I really this hopeless? Frustration and disappointment is such a combo I’m living in nowadays. It’s like a perfect pair for ruined confidence. They’re the very things I’m seeing in my mom’s eyes and hearing in my mom’s words. How about that? Guilt trip. If there’s one person I’d like to please, that’ll be my mom. Before I was wishing that she should start to slowly loosen her grip on me with her being the overprotective mom that she is. But now, I notice that she’s already doing just that. She always tells me that she’s hoping and praying that I’d get my lazy butt up and get out of this ‘slump‘ and to actually start to get my life together. I even heard her tell her friends one afternoon that she’s hoping for me to get married. And in my mind I was like, “What the heck is she talking about?” then she continued that it’s a little impossible at the moment since I don’t even date yet. How I wish someone saw the smug on my face when I heard that and even now as I am thinking about it.

Obviously, she had expected so much more from me than being just a couch potato, a slob, a bum whatever you want to call it. The only motivation I have now is her scream of happiness and pride when I passed the nursing licensure exam. She prided herself to her friends the fact that I passed the board exam in one try right after college. She of course then expected that I’d get my first job in the same year after a few months of resting which for her meant that of me getting ready to dive into the so called real world. But the few months turned into six years. Can you believe that? Who wouldn’t be so frustrated and disappointed about that? In that sense, I’m pathetic and I’m greatly ashamed of it. It was never my intention but it happened nonetheless. There’s nothing to say about it but that I highly highly regretted these six years of me being an extra mouth to feed, an extra body that crowd our house and an extra person that my parents have to worry about.

So, do you see now where this humongous pressure I’m feeling right now coming from? I’m getting older. I cannot deny that and all I want really is to finally be able to grow up but of course as life is unfair, realizing it is just one thing, you still have to follow through and actually do it. Why is adulthood so hard and complicated?

When someone says, if they have my diploma, if they have my license, if they have my age, they for sure – this words are always emphasized – have already gone far. You have no idea how many times I have been told that. Sounds so easy, right? But is it really just that easy? Because if it is then maybe I’m stupider that I think I am.

Does maturity really comes with age? In my case, maybe it is because now I am becoming more aware of my decisions and actions but I know I can still be as immature as ever. All I know at this moment is that, I may have lost my timing, my rhythm, my plan and even myself; I still have the ability to get back up again. So, go lang ng go.

Now, enough of this ranting and negativities.

September is supposed to be for good vibes. We should start feeling the tickle of excitement as it slowly builds up to the thrill, fun and enjoyment for the holiday season. I know it is my birthday month even without a calendar when I hear Christmas songs and Jose Mari Chan’s music playing somewhere or everywhere really. I don’t know what to say anymore so I think I have to end this post now. The end.