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Pursue meaning, not happiness – Blazing through oblivion
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Pursue meaning, not happiness. With a rueful look and wistful eyes, my mom apologized to me. She felt sorry because our family circumstances have led me to be the breadwinner, supporting our needs for more than eight years now. Instead of cars, travels, gadgets, almost all my savings went to my family — rent, capital for our business, siblings’ allowances, family travels, family treats. We were just renting a place for more than eight years. Until last year. But it’s our own house and lot. Our ...These d...
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To my siblings – Blazing through oblivion
https://thisawesomelife0918.wordpress.com/2014/08/02/to-my-siblings
It’s not because I love you unconditionally. Indeed, far from it. And it’s not because I’m selfless. No, that would be a lie. I did what I did, and I’m doing what I’m doing — awkwardly filling in the role of a father and breadwinner of our family for the past eight years or so since our parents separated — because I have to, because that’s what being the eldest sibling means, because I had no other choice. But that too would be a lie. But I didn’t. What I did not notice was that as time passed by, as the...
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HelloThere – Blazing through oblivion
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An invocation for a new beginning. If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough. Meister Eckhart Enrollment is done, and I am now officially a member of the Asian Institute of Management’s (AIM) MBA Class of 2017. This morning’s entire enrollment process felt like a breeze — I was done in less than an hour, paying… Read More An invocation for a new beginning. September 3, 2016. September 3, 2016. Why I’m getting my MBA. August 18, 2016. August 19, 2016. On introspection and writing.
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Index of Posts – Blazing through oblivion
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An invocation for a new beginning. Why I’m getting my MBA. On introspection and writing. A poem for you. I fucking want to live. To love her anyway. I can face anything. Why I’m single. Pursue meaning, not happiness. I don’t want happiness. For as long as I could remember. Because you’re damaged. How I intend to live my life. Let this be my epitaph. I love you because. Musings on my comeback to Facebook. This is not goodbye. 10 things I want to say to you. Kay ang gugma puno ug kasakit. A day of happiness.
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Round in circles – Blazing through oblivion
https://thisawesomelife0918.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/round-in-circles
I’ve been here before. Felt like this before. This yearning, this thirst. To know you more. To taste your lips. To get inside your head. I’ve been here before. Felt like this before. To yearn for someone I barely know. To dream of someone I haven’t yet seen. To feel blood rushing deep under my skin. I’ve been here before. Felt like this before. To be terrified of what I feel. To foresee the ending even as things are just about to set in. To die as life begins. October 27, 2014. Romance (or Lack of It).
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Blazing through oblivion – Page 2
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I fucking want to live. I don’t know about other people, but every time I come home after at least 10 hours of work every weekday, I can’t help but ask myself: “What the fuck am I doing? 8221; Really, what the fuck am I doing? Where did my day go? What have I truly accomplished? Meetings here and there, blasting… Read More I fucking want to live. December 8, 2015. December 8, 2015. To love her anyway. May 28, 2015. May 17, 2015. May 12, 2015. I can face anything. Whenever I’m so overwhelmed by the ...
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Little things – Blazing through oblivion
https://thisawesomelife0918.wordpress.com/2015/05/12/little-things
In the grand scale of things. It’s the little things. That I appreciate the most —. Like how you sneakily put in my phone Calendar. A 3-PM alert that says “Hello! I love you”. Or how you just randomly text me “I miss you”. And how that one time I got upset and told you to buy me cake. And you indeed bought me a cheesecake (and with coffee! Or how you asked me about my favorite color. Just because you wanted to know me more. Like how you wait for me to get off work until late in the evening. May 12, 2015.
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Because love battles – Blazing through oblivion
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We have no inkling of what John Marc and Seneca have gone through. We, mere bystanders, curious spectators of these two people who seemed to have found all the luck in the world as they vowed “I do”. But the road was thorny, and the journey a heart-breaking one. The gentleman John Marc is, he waited for her to graduate college. Why? We have no idea that love is a battle, but John Marc does. He knew. He always knew. So he persevered. Prayed harder. Wooed her again. Proved his undying love. Gone were the d...
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I can face anything – Blazing through oblivion
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I can face anything. With my nothingness and my everything, I can face anything. Punta, Ormoc City, Philippines. March 11, 2015. March 11, 2015. 2 thoughts on “ I can face anything. March 12, 2015 at 2:20 AM. Reblogged this on thevimrod. March 30, 2015 at 11:55 PM. What a lovely conceit! Comments are very much welcome. Yes, even those snarky ones. Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). Why I’m single. A poem for you.
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About Me – Blazing through oblivion
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8220;Some days,. I feel everything at once. I feel nothing at all. I don’t know what’s worse:. Drowning beneath the waves. Or dying from the thirst.”. I’ve read those words somewhere and I couldn’t shake them off since then. I asked myself why those words spoke so much to me and the only answer I could give is because I feel the same thing. But thanks to writing — not only in this blog but mostly in my private journal — I feel like I know what I’m doing and feel closer to my. And so I keep writing. I don...
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