Except… it’s not really a secret, is it?

It’s a mix of my sisters’ and my reading list. She likes “romantic novels” and I just like to read. I’m ok with the post apocalyptic scenarios but you can only have ONE story that involves regions/ factions and that is HUNGER GAMES.

I don’t know how I would fare reading Mythical Game of Throne type of books so I just stay away from them in general. Maybe in time I’ll give it a try.

Must find the reading list I had at Accenture.

Here it is:

1. Allegiant – Veronica Roth

2. Boy Meets Boy – David Levithan

3. The Statisticl Probability of Love at First Sight – Jennifer E. Smith

4. Will Grayson Will Grayson – John Green and Davidlevithan

5. An Abundance of Katherine – John Green (this is totally a joke to me)

6. Paper Towns – John Green

7. Thirteen Reasons Why 

8. The Zombie Survival Guide – Max Brooks

– I just finished reading Why We Broke Up and I did not like it. Maybe the romantic novels really just aren’t my thing.

Every Friday for 10 weeks at 7:00 pm at IT Park, specifically Chicken Charlie, where the chicken tastes bad (no offense) and all I can think of is how much I want 100% sugar in my milk tea the next time I go to Chattime, Paolo and I will set aside any beliefs or notions about God and the church and… attend a bible study.

Now, everyone knows I’m not that girl and that maybe, Paolo isn’t that guy and… god forbid I turn into any of the church ladies I loathed so much growing up. But maybe we never really know what we want as we grow older.

Maybe our beliefs change and our needs differ. And maybe, just maybe, it feels good to have a guiding force in your life. Even if it is a born again bible study and Paolo and I have somehow agreed to be Catholics.

But let’s not dwell on that right now. Our differences in religion has never been an issue.

It feels weird, it feels awkward, sometimes I’m listening and I’m like “why the hell do I not remember learning that in church… or in school?” but it’s the fellowship that I’ve learned to love so much that makes me come back.

And you know, I’m not the most religious or God fearing person and maybe I don’t have to be but.. I feel good.

And not to mention late

This Saturday will be my first ever triathlon. I’m not going to do the full tri but instead, I’ll be on the biking leg. Baby steps. 

I had to get really serious with training already since I only have a few days left to train and quite honestly, I’m really starting to hate biking around IT Park. Aside from the fact that there are too many health hazards, there are too many distractions.

I haven’t gone a month training there without stopping to talk to friends I meet along the road which is bad for my momentum and pacing. So today, I decided to just wake up and start biking. I didn’t bother to shower (although I never really shower before biking. It doesn’t make sense.) or brush my teeth either.

Just so I would be too embarrassed to stop over and talk to people which would lead to my training time being used up.

Glad to say it worked!

So if it was YOU who was calling me earlier thinking you could distract my game… then you were wrong. STINKY BREATH CONQUERS EVERYTHING!

Good morning xx

I’ve thought about coo-ing you to bed every night and waking you up to wonderful mornings.

And every time I say good night is just another night where I’m wishing that I could wake up beside you.

But I always wake up alone in this low bed with a panting dog and a bike I can’t bring myself to ride yet.

I wish there was coke in this damn house

Today I lost my job. In retrospect, I was “let go” and to saveface, it was a mutual agreement. Honestly? It’s a horrible feeling, really. It’s the first time that I’ve ever really failed at anything and I’m not used to that.

I know it should be humbling. It should be ok because I tried my best.

But just let me sulk for a bit, ok? I need to think of a backup plan to fund my Trip to someplace awesome where I can feel alive and those 23 pairs of shoes I wanted so bad.

Today is meh

Somehow I feel like I owe you an apology… it’s not entirely your fault.

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have you that I let petty fears get in my way. But in all honesty, you are not that bad.

Maybe it’s just me who never really learned how to deal. Maybe it’s me always putting reasons for things that weren’t meant to be placed a reason to. that didn’t make sense.

So many things I wish I could say but maybe I need to be a bit more careful when I say them.

In due time.

I guess that’s the thing about the past… you don’t really know what to do with it.

You can either be sad and sulk about it or muster everything you have in you and just face the ugly truth. You screwed you, you can’t do anything about it and forever will you have to live with the horrible stories of “that one time…”

I don’t know though. What do I do with a past like mine? And what do I do with things I want to say that I might regret not saying..

I get insecure because first of all, I am not them and second of all, because I will never be them and quite frankly, I’m not always sure if that’s a good thing.

I get sad at the thought that they are not people you nor anyone would call stupid. They’re pretty and well groomed, stable and truth of the matter is, everyone wishes they were them. And I’m just a scruffy girl anyone would mistake as a boy any day.

I am remorseful that I didn’t leave so much for you to conquer. That you had to take me in with so much baggage when they have much less than a hand bag to check out.

Maybe because I know and I will always know that I’m no good for you. And even if I try to be, I usually find myself at a loss. Always wondering what things would be like if you had not left your key.

After all, what am I but dead weight? What am I but this person with no direction, probably no future, someone stupid and irresponsible? And what are they?

Everything I’m not.

And I’m not sure if that’s a bad thing.

I am not a workaholic. Because when you’re doing something you FINALLY love, it doesn’t feel so much like work.

I am not a workaholic. Because it is not depriving me of the things that I want… it is supporting it. I thrive for success and I enjoy stress- so I think this is good for me.

I am not a workaholic. Because I have never been so driven in my whole life. I have dreams, yes- but to have an outlet that will lead me to that success has finally been identified and I think that is what motivates me the most.

You know, to one day be able to buy that car, and that house I promised my mom. A home with a lawn where I can watch my kids grow and well, stability and a good life. Because when that time comes, I’d like to think that I deserved it. Because I worked hard for it. Because I put my heart and soul into it.

Maybe sometimes I need to put a filter a bandwidth or some form “rest” but… I don’t think I deprive myself of those worldly wants either. So I’m okay.

Hey, I just bought myself a pretty pink cut out dress… that is me rewarding myself.

Maybe I’ll buy myself a book, too. Or take Casey & Miguel out to a movie. Or finally learn how to cook.

I know this sounds so boring but in my head… I feel like I’m about to throw a BIIIIG party!

#yolo hahahah