Heartaches and Surprises

Last night, just a few days after the merriest day of the year, my beau for a month and a half and I separated. As expected, I cried like as if a huge part of me was broken into shattering pieces. I sought out the help of my friends via text messaging, while, I tried to restore what was left of me. They all deserved my admiration for sticking on me through whatever. They all listened to my woes, my senseless caterwauling, and my denial that everything was indeed over.

I slept at around 3 am, tossed and turned, soaked pillow with tears that seemed not to dissipate. Not gallons of water could ever calm me down, I guessed. I remembered many things about us. The lunch at TokyoTokyo where he wanted to eat. The gaming at Time Zone where he drove cars, shot balls and targeted armies, monsters.The tireless walking on the mall's wide passages, stopping here and there, to admire  

Apple Macs, Adidas shoes and Jag shorts. There are countless more things that we did, and all of it shoved me to subterranean world of Pain.                                                           

                                                                                                     

Memories in a brand

When I love a person, I love wholeheartedly. And sometimes, it worked as a disadvantage. I would wait for the day that I will be wiser in dealing the affairs of my heart. For the meantime, this: 

    

                                         

500 days of Summer

I woke up today at 8 in the morning, with the memory of the grievances of last night. I still can't get over the loss but moving on seemed the next sensible thing. My friend coaxed me to just forget the a**hole and get on with my life. 

Then, like a beacon of light, my good friend, which will be withheld upon request, delivered her post-Christmas gift to me, unaware of the tempest last night. With my tousled mane, clearly  evident of the twisting and turning, I genuinely gave her the sweetest smile that I could muster and accepted her present, but from the look of it, was quite hastily wrapped. I said my thanks and went to my room, where, if the walls could only talk, could shamelessly relented the whole, wa-poise fiasco to a willing listener. I opened the gift and I just squealed.

                                                      

Ball Jar Art 

It is a sort of craft melange that combines scrapbooking, decoupage and three dimensional art. You have to believe me when I say that when I got lost to what's inside the heaven-sent gift, I sorta forgot the  agony of last night. What wonder will it bring me if I received the whole ' franchise'?

The whole set of this adorable DIY jar

 Very fitting, because I will need a jar to do this project, and if I could encapsulate or en-jar what happened last night, I would.

The possibilities of what you can come up are endless.

I want to extend my glorious gratitude to my friend for giving me gift that truly made a difference.

 Had you not given this, i would still be swimming in despair, face down, waiting for the next wave to sweep me away.

Xoxo

Ryan