Stop and smell the flowers

Once upon a time, a guy friend gave me and another single lady flowers for valentines day back in 2013. I asked for tulips (not exactly a favorite but was just being random), she got stargazers. There was supposedly a trend for he gave another lady flowers before and she ended up being in a relationship sometime after. He is married but we sort of bully him that way. 

A year later, I was so over the heartache, I moved roles and got busy with travelling mostly for work that I was away for that week. He too was travelling frequently which didn't allow for as much gossiping as before. But when I got back, I saw a lone wilted rose at my desk with a note.

The gesture was much appreciated so as the note. I know a lot of my friends are just rooting for me and my happiness knowing what I've gone through which is not really much but they probably thought I deserve to be happy just as much.

A year later, I went digging through my stuff and found the note again. Coincidence or not, it still makes up for a good story.

For some reason, someone got me flowers not exactly on the day but I count them anyway. And some days after that, and some more days after that... And I ended up taking a leap and giving my heart to that someone. :) 🌹🌼💐🌸🌷😍😘❤️💓💞💘💋💌

Thank you friend and of course honey! :)

Relocation Diaries: Entry 1

So, it's been a couple of days since I've officially moved out of my parent's home. It took me many years but the catch would be I just not moved out, I moved several timezones away from home. Armed with two suitcases, I once again braved the unknown to step out of my comfort zone.

While stepping out of my comfort zone is nothing new and I know of its benefits and rewards, as always there is the struggle. I am not sure whether the struggle now is easier or harder than when I temporarily moved to Korea where mostly everything was provided but I couldn't communicate much and I was pretty much left on my own to figure things out without much Filipinos in sight. Or when I have to basically figure out most things on my own from the apartment to the car, etc. to get settled. While there is some sort of a Filipino community here that I know I can just seek assistance from, I still somehow feel isolated. Probably I unconsiously set some expectations and I don't feel the support and welcome right now. I know I can do this. I know I am strong and I'll get over this - that things will come together eventually but it's just awfully lonely and I wish I somehow feel some support and assistance.

You try to be there and be supportive, trying to sustain the emotions in the best way you can but right now I wish I can lean on someone more than anything. All part of the adjustment I guess.

James Morrison - Love Is Hard

And it kicks so hard,

It breaks your bones.

Cuts so deep

It hits your soul.

Tears your skin and

And makes your blood flow.

It's beter that you know,

That love is hard..



Love is hard, love is hard.



If it was easy,

It wouldn't mean nothing tough.