WACKYMOMO MANILA
Late post. Le bebe and la lolo.  (at Annapolis Wilshire Plaza)

Late post. Le bebe and la lolo. (at Annapolis Wilshire Plaza)

Dinner is served. #nofilter #bakedmac

Dinner is served. #nofilter #bakedmac

Dinasaurs and potato.

Dinasaurs and potato.

It has been a month and my last memory of you replayed in my head over and over. It felt like something that had happened to someone else, or that I’d seen on TV. Your last words were hazy, each gesture you made were exaggerated or traded in for something that didn’t happened, but the end result was always the same. No matter how many times I ran through it, you’re gone. Forever. My mornings are usually illuminated by the past 24 years of my life with you. Every corner, may it be the house or somewhere else reminds me of you. Remembering even the simplest things that you do makes me miss you even more. You being not around here anymore… I can’t get over it. I can’t get through it. I can’t get by it because I can’t get around it. It doesn’t get better, it just gets different every friggin day. Grief puts a new face to the life I was used to. ‘Grief is like the ocean: its deep, dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like the thief in the night: quiet, persistent, unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love.’ 

I miss you Inang. 
June 25, 2014

#rememberingher

It has been a month and my last memory of you replayed in my head over and over. It felt like something that had happened to someone else, or that I’d seen on TV. Your last words were hazy, each gesture you made were exaggerated or traded in for something that didn’t happened, but the end result was always the same. No matter how many times I ran through it, you’re gone. Forever. My mornings are usually illuminated by the past 24 years of my life with you. Every corner, may it be the house or somewhere else reminds me of you. Remembering even the simplest things that you do makes me miss you even more. You being not around here anymore… I can’t get over it. I can’t get through it. I can’t get by it because I can’t get around it. It doesn’t get better, it just gets different every friggin day. Grief puts a new face to the life I was used to. ‘Grief is like the ocean: its deep, dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like the thief in the night: quiet, persistent, unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love.’

I miss you Inang.
June 25, 2014

#rememberingher

#doodle mode

#doodle mode

Have to say bye bye to this fella! Bye Scoob!

Have to say bye bye to this fella! Bye Scoob!

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therealthisbananaboy:

shadow-of-a-whisper:

danganronping:

aiklahori:

- I donโ€™t know the original source/artist/poet. Found it on net and sharing.ย 

the poem is by merrill glass and this is the source for the art!!

*ugly sobbing*

(o T^T)9 Tryna hold back tears but fails.

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How I make use of my Starbucks card.

How I make use of my Starbucks card.

Throwback ba kamo? Ito lang ang dinayo namin dito.๐Ÿ˜Š (at National Kidney and Transplant Institute)

Throwback ba kamo? Ito lang ang dinayo namin dito.๐Ÿ˜Š (at National Kidney and Transplant Institute)

Flashback ba kamo? Ito lang dinayo namin dito. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Flashback ba kamo? Ito lang dinayo namin dito. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Ho heyy! #nails

Ho heyy! #nails

Ho heyy! #nails

Ho heyy! #nails

I never pulled over the car just to stare at horses, I never was willing to give to someone else my last bite, I never planned on handling someone else’s boogers, I never listened to a song 50 times in a row, I never had the power to heal a wound with a kiss… Until you.

I never pulled over the car just to stare at horses, I never was willing to give to someone else my last bite, I never planned on handling someone else’s boogers, I never listened to a song 50 times in a row, I never had the power to heal a wound with a kiss… Until you.

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That promdi mode where freshness is sealed in a banana leaf! :) ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿผ

That promdi mode where freshness is sealed in a banana leaf! :) ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿผ

No one is too old for fairytales.