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Wrap me around so I won't let go. You are a piece I don't want to be added in my growing list of missed opportunities. Hold on, please, will you? 

I've been alone all my life. Typical life of an only child. What I know is how to please myself, create and define my own happiness. My happiness is others' sadness. That's where I find the beauty in everything. It is always a mystery of how that sadness tastes euphoric to me. Could it be real? Or it's just a feeling? 

The Art of Hacking: Inside the Government Agencies

As I browsed my facebook account dated September 27, 2012 at about past 12 midnight, a friend posted a note notifying the public that the websites of Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas http://www.bsp.gov.ph/ (BSP) and http://www.mwss.gov.ph were hacked. Well, she seemingly adheres to the uncanny act of this hacker, I should say! I value the freedom of expression as much as the Filipino people do. I praise the government if there is something worthy to be praised of and so I, too, can criticize and scrutinize. What is freedom, afterall? Presently, the Legislature passed a senseless and personal gratification bills. They consciously forget to introduce ones which sincerely be of valuable to the citizenry because "I" matter, hence, shall be considered forthwith. 

The mere act of the brave soul is astounding. This is a shouting-out-loud freedom of a concerned and politically cognizant individual whose fundamental objective is to thwack the Philippine Government for its abysmal performance. Lo siento, but frankly speaking, I am saddened by the fact that the Philippine Government never stops deceiving its people. 

I support this hacking agenda!! Booooo to the administration of Noynoy Aquino!!!! Duuuuuuh!

The Ruins

The structure of the Mansion of the sugar Baron Don Mariano Ledesma Lacson (1865-1948) is of Italianate architecture with neo-Romanesque columns. In New England, they often were homes to ship's captains with shell-like crowns around the top of the mansion. It is believed that the father of Maria Braga, who was a captain of his own ship, had much influence in the design and architecture of the mansion. It was built after the death of Maria Braga (+1911) and became the residence of their unmarried children. It was the largest residential house ever built at that time. The structure met its sad fate in the early part of World War II when the United States of Armed Forces in the Far East (USAFFE), then guerilla fighters, burnt the mansion to prevent the Japanese forces from utilizing it as their headquarters or garrison. Despite the inferno it underwent, bringing down the roof and the solid wooden floors, the structure has withstood the ravages of time mainly due to the oversized steel bars and the A-grade mixture of concrete used in its construction.

Don Salvador Benedicto, Negros Occidental

Looking for and enjoying beauty is a way to nourish the soul. the universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh-baked bread. Beauty is everywhere.

~Matthew Fox

Just, amazing! Visiting the Baguio City of Negros Occidental... You've just got to love the place! Ahhhmazing work of God... ♥♥♥

Freedom to Fall

I want to be part of his family, no question! Kismet has been playing with us, though. Now, I get to know the meaning of "waiting in vain." There is no assurance he will come back but I anticipate a 'positive return.' I lost someone whom I can see myself with all through my lifetime. He is someone I can bring home and introduce to my stringent parents. I won't get tired of holding on to something that is uncertain (unrequited love????). I have with me my soaring hopes! Please, bare with me. :D

 A promise to self: If he comes back, there'll be no doubts at all. 

Years of doubts had passed. These times I am so sure of, lost track of him.                                                                                             

The hardest thing is to 'begin with...'

Since these past few weeks, confusion arises. I left my heart somewhere and it longed to go back there. Let me leave this statement.

Proceed.

How can I not remember this day? It's February 27, 2012. I'd say, strike three! I'm not lucky on the road right now.. You know what I mean? :( :( Maybe, I'm not in the mood to drive! Sus Mio! What a shame! *-* I don't know whether I should laugh or be ashamed of what happened. I will just sleep perhaps to not remember everything.

Golly! I need a vacation alone but, when? Desperately seeking for my own self and it can only be established once I go. Wish I could own time.

Sounds different, but only I, could interpret. Shisez Shisez Shisezz!!!!

The girl who seemed unbreakable--broke
The girl who seemed so strong--crumbled
The girl who always laughed it off--cried

and the girl who would never stop trying--Finally gave up