Hi , Ma’am. You are in the recovery room, the procedure is done. May you please state your full name and birthday. ….murmuring. When I opened my eyes, I saw two Nurses. One is checking my vitals, the other is on the left side of the bed. Romina Olarte, July 10, 1990 The next second,… Continue reading $icko Mode
Saturday. When someone asked me what is the true meaning of love or at least, how I define love, I only have one simple answer. Love is the soul and being, care, effort and life of my Mother. She, for me is the epitome of what love is all about. I felt safe, the warmth… Continue reading Talk to me about love
I have the funniest and most interesting week. Over the weekend, I thought of buying groceries for food and my monthly toiletries. It’s been a while since my last visit to the nearest supermarket as for my past weekends were spent either out with friends, company events, drinking or (my absolute favorite) sleeping. It’s hard… Continue reading #TheMoodySalad
Hey, you. You’ve been great. All these years of triumph, death, winnings and heartbreaks, yet you still get to stand up and dry your eyes. Smile and feel grateful like you have never been hurt before, dream and be hopeful as if it had not died years ago. You sure know how to survive, be… Continue reading Palpable
I can still remember as if it was yesterday. When we selected our first pieces of clothes to sell when we first started Debonair, October 2016. It happened so fast when our small online store that would sell pieces of clothes to friends and work mates are now getting messages for order and inquiries online… Continue reading Has it been 3 years?
Nostalgia…. I was 13 years old when my Mom enrolled me in a 20 day drum session with his former student who used to play with Willie Revillame’s rock band, back in his low key music career. I remember my first complete song was Hoobastank’s The Reason. Then I started a band with my high school… Continue reading Drummer Girl
Sharing with the world an excerpt of how I suck after being bitten by a love bug. This is how I used to feel about my post “M.U” stage with this guy who once made me the happiest girl in the world. I found this sitting on one of my notes written last 2015. Me and… Continue reading 3 A.M Musings