Semestral Break Vibes

Sembreak is officially over

and yes,

it is time for me to put on my teaching shoes again.

I HAVE to put those dancing kicks back in the rack. :)

It was hell of a week, I must say!

A week well spent with

 my biological family, La Sallian family, and myself.

-  Change for the better.

I just chopped off my side swept bangs into full bangs.

I believe it suits me well. ;)

- My taste buds missed these.

I spent my first few taste of vacation

 at Coffee Bean and Cafe Noriter 

to work on my The Gazette article and to read a book.

Actually, I just wanted to binge on tea lattes, cake, and pastries. :))

- Wounds heal and so does my heart.

I tripped. AGAIN.

I think this is one of my hobbies nowadays. Tsk.

This time, it was not one of those times 

where my reflexes were doing their work.

I fell, got wounded, and had swollen left knee.

And as for my heart,

the more I put effort in healing it, 

the more it just keeps getting wounded .

- Welcome to my hood. *S sign up in the air*

I was able to dance again with my loves at Asylum.

I also choreographed a dance for the girls. So foxy. Woot!

I love you, Skittlez.

Here's our technical run at the event:

#8 Remember the Benefits Of Moving On

When you let go, you give yourself peace.

Everything about holding on is torturous. You regret, you feel ashamed and guilty, you rehash, you obsess—it’s all an exercise in suffering. The only way to feel peace is to quiet the thoughts that threaten it.

Letting go opens you up to new possibilities.

When you’re holding onto something, you’re less open to giving and receiving anything else.

If you had your arms wrapped around a huge bucket of water, you wouldn’t be able to give anything other than that bucket, or grab anything else that came your way. You might even struggle breathing because you’re clutching something so all-encompassing with so much effort.

You have to give to receive. Give love to get love, share joy to feel joy. It’s only possible if you’re open and receptive.

The Parachute

"Too bad people didn’t fall in love at the same pace, 

at the same time, 

for the same reasons, 

and too bad those emotions didn’t move simultaneously. 

But each act of madness moved at its own pace, 

one not dependent on the pace of anyone else. 

It wasn’t like tandem skydiving, 

where you were connected as you fell, 

where you were forced to fall at the same rate

 and use the same parachute. 

Falling in love was a solo act. 

I knew that, had learned that the hard way. 

You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened.

 Sometimes you looked up

 and saw you were falling by yourself, 

the object of your desire still on the plane, 

not interested in jumping, 

watching you descend into that scary place alone."

-- Pleasure by Eric Jerome Dickey 

For A Change

Fresh and new at the start of the month.

I love how random my decisions are when it comes to my hair. :))

Oh yes, I am not afraid to cut it only because

my hair grows fast. :))