New Year, New Look

Hey everyone!

I’m back. As you can see, I have finally given this blog a new look. Big thanks to my awesome graphics designer who also happens to be my cousin.

In the next couple of days, I will do some backtracking and retrace my steps – and maybe, just maybe, figure out how I got to where I am right now.

I will be posting a lot of travel photos. (They have piled up!)

It’s just great to be back in the virtual world!

See you all on my dashboard!

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Have A Little Faith.

Twenty-fifteen has been one heck of an amazing solo journey. I took all the time I needed to heal and rebuild myself, both metaphorically and literally.

But the universe has its ways, and with a sudden twist of fate, my life turned upside down in a jiffy. I always thought that taking one step forward meant not having to look back – that’s where I was wrong. Somehow, the universe has a funny way of mocking me.

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On blogging & some what nots.

It’s been a while since I’ve last updated this blog and as much as I want to blabber like a freaking chatterbox that I am (on paper and on digital screen) I really don’t have the time and energy to do so – but, in the hopes of resurrecting this blog, I am pushing myself to post a couple of things that has kept me busy for the past months. I’ll back track the past events and will definitely go through the highlights of my life. Yep, I don’t want to start 2016 without updating my blog. As you can see, I’ve already made some minor changes, like the header. That’s just temporary though. I will try to find a graphic artist who can create a good logo and provide good images for this blog to give it a fresh look. That might just entice me to write more.

So, yeah – that’s it for now. Toodles, loves!

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Dysfunctional

The idea of portraying something unreal for the sake of validation from the public eye does not take my fancy. I have no tolerance for ambiguity. I do not have the capacity to endure your sporadic whims of faking a smile, a hug, a kiss. They do not appeal to me. So please, spare me from whatever delusion you have – that somehow we are a happy family.

WE ARE NOT.

We are flawed; we are dysfunctional, and no amount of pretense or falsehood can ever bury that.

© SGJ 

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My Road, My Life, My Choices

I’m a runner, metaphorically speaking.

Whenever life gets hard, I run. I run as fast as I can without stopping for even a second to glance or look back. Instead of facing my problems head on, I run towards the opposite direction. I’ve always been like this. I’m afraid of uncertainty. I’m scared of losing. Failure has always been my greatest fear. I’ve had my fair share of disappointments and heartaches. I have learned the most important lessons in life the hard way. I’ve been to the darkest places where others dare not tread. I’ve been warned countless times but I never once listened to what others had to say. I’m too stubborn and selfish for that. I can never be persuaded. I have my principles in life and right or wrong – I will always, always stand my ground. No one gets to tell me what to do because this right here is my road, my life and I will walk or run at my own pace. These are my decisions and mine alone.

Yes, this is my life and no one gets to have a say – not even you.

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Marriage Isn’t For You

Because I cannot NOT reblog this.

Seth Adam Smith

Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.

Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.

I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. 🙂 I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.

Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?

Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.

Perhaps each…

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