Morning has Broken

A friend has been bugging me constantly for me to write.

It's not actually that I don't want to, it's just that the blog mostly contains of happiness (supposed to be) but if I start writing about MY happiness I might hurt person/s along the way.
I had been quiet all these time. Now, I kinda want to roar.
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How the fuck have I been? 
Busy. With work, volunteering (I try to volunteer for at least three NGOs recently: ATD, TSL and CARA-LPB), dates, events, family, friends... life has been good
even without much money ^_^

I had given up the thought on being filthy rich because (1) material things can be taken away from you in a snap at any given time; and (2) it does not really give you the happiness and contentment your soul desires.  I had given up on being an overachiever after resigning to a multi-national company.  I don't want to be a robot anymore, I want to feel, this time, the joy of living AND working.
I just live and try to make ends meet.

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How's your heart these days?  
Mine is steady.  Reality gets the best of me.  At least, it's not heavy anymore.

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What's New
Instagram!  I love how I can collate photos I took that I like. It separates them from my other facebook photos. such nice new portfolio.  

MY INSTAGRAM WILL NEVER GET POSTED WITH SELFIE. wtf is wrong with you people. :P

http://instagram.com/pachalmighty

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Something in the way --

Before I say goodbye and until my next post: yes, Hello Kitty is a fucking cat. My pet says so

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famous last words:

always find a way.

I kind of don't like periods.  I usually write in long sentences using lots of commas. I like explaining things in one blow so i won't get cut off and I could express it efficiently. And so I don't have to explain longer as well.

Well, that's just me ;)

PS - lots of catching up to with with this blog. Too bad I couldn't post anything more personal anymore. See you soon my loves <3

#fixyou #allizzwell #nowyouknowyoucannotbreakme

Tahanan Sta. Luisa

Tahanan Sta. Luisa, the previous NGO I have worked for, was chosen by Philippine Star to be a part of their #28StoriesofGiving which showcases different stories of loss, triumph and selflessness of people and/or organizations.

Included in their project is an aid to help all the chosen 28 by donating Php5.00 to every person who uses that hashtag via Twitter and Facebook.

Right now, they are also being showcased at SM Fashion Hall in Megamall until August 6.
I hope, through this broadsheet, more people will help.

My one year stay in TSL was a very rewarding one; it was my first step to my NGO career.  Yes, I have used it as a stepping stone but I haven't left Tahanan at all - I'm virtually all over the center. I have learned a lot; and had fun with the girls and staff.  I don't think I had as much of an attachment as the others - but i bring these girls' smile wherever I go, whatever path i follow. 

to visit the site; go to: www.facebook.com/tahananstaluisainc

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famous last words:

that power. that gift.

from Thought Catalog

YOU ARE THE SUN
By: Stephanie Georgopolus

Let’s play the Universe game.

I’ll be a star cloud because that’s what your presence reduces me to. A mass of luminosity and in those moments, I’m impossible to measure mathematically. Not with the naked eye, anyway. It’s simpler than that: you say my name and I’ll glow.

You can be the North Star, burning bright and hot. You’re Polaris because you stand out, because you’re a fixture in my sky. Because when I’m lost, I can find you and be okay. You’re my point of reference.
Speaking of Polaris, we can be the Big Dipper and Little Dipper, the Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, the Big Bear and Little Bear – whichever name you prefer as long as we’re partnered together in perpetuity. Our bond will know no lingual or cultural or geographic limits. No matter where two people stand on this Earth, they’ll look up and see us and know that we belong together.

We can be whichever constellations you like, at least in the beginning. In the beginning we’ll be all starburst and Andromeda and other striking sights that’ll inspire envy; but it won’t stay that way.
This is when the game loses its sheen.

Maybe we’ll stop communicating. I’ll grow distant; I’ll grow colder like Mars. And you’ll grow angrier, volatile like Jupiter. A mess of rock and metal and discarded things will separate us, an Asteroid Belt of our grievances. But I’ll overlook it; I’ll still sit by your side and will your storms to quit brewing. Anything to make them stop brewing.

Or maybe you’ll grow distant first. Perhaps you’ll become the Sun and I, the Earth — turning in on myself to revolve around you because you are the light and what keeps me warm. Me rotating around you. Your selfishness so belittling that one day, I’ll become too small to be the Earth. So you’ll take my place, and I’ll become your moon. This is a better fit because some days I’ll appear to be whole but others? I’ll look like I’m half, or a quarter, or just a tiny sliver of who I was. On rare occasions, we’ll still align. I will pass through your shadow and bask in your sunlight; my face awash in gold and red and I’ll remember the way things were. But lunar eclipses, they’re few and far between and they’re not enough to save us.

Perhaps one moon won’t be enough for you, eventually. Eventually you’ll want what the others have, you’ll want eight moons or sixteen moons or more, so you’ll become Saturn. You’ll have more rings, more moons than you’ll know what to do with. And I will have no choice but to take the hint. I’ll be Pluto: downgraded and disregarded and cast aside. “You’re not even a planet anymore,” you’ll say, and I’ll know we’ll never be the same again. I’ll feel really, really small.

Finally it’ll become too much, the heartache. So I’ll be a supernova, one who was once a star but is now explosive, exploding, exploded. And it will be spectacular, you’ll be impressed by the amount of light I had inside of me. You had no idea just how much.

But it’s of no consequence. Because you are all of the planets, and all of the moons, and all of the matter; you’re all that matters. You are the sun; and you’ll just keep spinning and spinning and spinning. 

 Source: http://thoughtcatalog.com/stephanie-georgopulos/2011/11/you-are-the-sun/