tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165014961421399062012-02-16T21:46:58.799+08:00Unloading... Unloading...Unloading... Hahay!lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-20043919966757468332009-06-14T00:23:00.007+08:002009-06-14T01:57:19.525+08:00

After all the disappointments and broken promisesAfter all the hellos and goodbyes to the men I had metAfter all the never ending fun and games in my lifeAnd after all the waiting for that One person... ....He finally found meHe, who with a few words can warm my heartand make me do silly things I thought I cannot doHe, who can make me smile for nothingand filled me with joy when he said, I love

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-83915065362504285902008-07-14T06:59:00.004+08:002008-07-14T11:27:05.759+08:00

We start as strangers living life on our side of the worldThen one day on a game of chance, everything unfoldIt began as a simple greeting of ‘hi’ and ‘hello’A lot of things about each other, we still don’t knowYet still we meet at the same time at the same placeSilently hoping to discover you more in little waysAs the days drag on, I slowly seek your presenceFrom the moment my day begins until

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I find myself in this humdrum routineMaking me ask, ‘what does this mean?Is there something that I must do?Or do I just have to follow life through?I found myself on this crossroad again,Should I go right, left or forge in?I really don’t know where to go…And I don’t know what to do…But I realized, no one is beside meTo tell me how and make me seeI guess, I’m all alone on this journeyThe journey

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-49589880788023321852008-02-11T00:32:00.000+08:002008-02-11T02:41:56.530+08:00

To celebrate the coming of the Chinese New Year, we decided to indulge in booze. So, eight carefree and lovely girls got dressed to try out the newly discovered haven for women, Double O Bar, where every Wednesday is a Ladies Night event with an array of free-flowing drinks to choose from. The joint did not indeed disappoint us. We got drunk and danced the night away!"...cat-like smiles

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-80473738994691881822007-12-27T04:23:00.000+08:002008-01-31T02:55:50.557+08:00

I was in deep slumber when I heard a shrill sound (No, it wasn't the jingle of the bells on Christmas Day but my hand phone ringing). My best friend called me up to remind me of tonight's itinerary. It's Christmas Eve.I hurriedly went out to do my last minute shopping. We are celebrating tonight at another friend's house along with other fellow Filipinos who wants to enjoy Christmas in the

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-5738904066234090122007-12-27T02:32:00.000+08:002008-01-31T02:57:18.503+08:00

Recently, I found myself surrounded by the overwhelming bittersweet effects of a grand emotion we call LOVE. Mind you, I am not directly involved in it.It has already been an almost daily happening to find my friend in tears or in a state of zoning out from reality. I could somehow understand the inner turmoil that she is in now for I am not an amateur on this situation but seeing her going

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-428298869951133772007-12-16T04:16:00.000+08:002008-01-31T02:58:34.998+08:00

For more than a month now, I have spent my Friday and Saturday nights clubbing. I actually don't know why I keep on doing this when half of the time I'm not really having fun and I'm in no mood to "meet" people whose names I tend to forget the second after it was mentioned. I think it's a waste of money, time and a good pair of sandals!Just now, I came from another clubbing spree with a few

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-79660338156888099592007-11-30T00:14:00.000+08:002008-01-31T02:59:53.892+08:00

We agreed to meet up at Vivocity at 11am. After having lunch at one of the many restaurants, we bought a ticket to cross Sentosa Island.As soon as the train door opened, the sight took my breath away! Clear blue sparkling waters greeted my eyes. I hurriedly went down and ran towards the beach. Aahh... the feeling is just indescribable. They have grains of sand as fine as sugar and as white

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-21985091226149637582007-11-17T10:33:00.000+08:002008-01-31T03:01:45.954+08:00

from left to right: Mahesh(Sri Lanka), Lily(Indonesia), me(Philippines), Zai(Singapore), Su(Myanmar), & Haresh(India)After a grueling week, my friends and I decided to unwind and visit the local bars. We met up at Clarke Quay. After walking around and checking out the best place to hang out, we sat down at a table outside of Le Noir bar and I began my night with ordering my favorite drink...

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-50557495897365898822007-11-05T13:27:00.000+08:002008-01-31T03:03:56.799+08:00

November 4, 7:45am, I found myself going to Harbourfront where I bought a ticket to Batam, Indonesia. It's a one day trip. After being cooped inside my pad for the whole day yesterday, I decided to get some fresh air and go to a place where I won't be able to see a lot of people with Chinese or Indian origin.And indeed I got what I wanted! It was like stepping home. The people in Batam look

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-1805210369221300272007-11-02T15:59:00.000+08:002007-11-03T08:26:14.478+08:00

November 1, 1:47pm. I was walking down the road from Funan IT Mall where I just purchased a book that I have been postponing to buy for weeks now on my way to City Hall MRT when I passed by a store that has a sign that read, St. Andrew's Cathedral, You are welcome here. That didn't stop me from my tracks until I saw a huge poster inside the paneled glass that read "Money No Enough" (yup,

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-86632287872509696792007-10-31T20:18:00.000+08:002008-01-31T03:05:22.746+08:00

Right now, I don't feel good that's why I decided to write this.For the past weeks, I only have my notebook to keep me company. I'm sad. I feel blue. I'm homesick. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my old room. I miss the familiar faces and places that surrounded me for years. My day starts and ends like clockwork and the only thing that I look forward to everyday are the calls made

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-187932136275383972007-10-29T03:27:00.000+08:002007-11-02T15:35:48.834+08:00

" Cil, laag daw ta tonight ngon Mai kay day off niya.", goes a text from Joey. I just arrived in Cebu after a 2 month hiatus in the Lion City, Singapore. For the past year, Joey, Mai and I have been inseparable. " Let's meet for dinner at Zao. Jim is inviting us. " , a follow-up text from Joey. Jim is a constant figure in most of our night-outs. By 7pm I was dressed and ready to go out. I

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-64460062337105787172007-10-20T03:20:00.000+08:002008-01-31T18:13:02.693+08:00

I was at Centennial Airport in Manila waiting for my flight back to Cebu. The PA system just announced that my flight will be delayed for an hour (nothing to be surprised about with PAL). I fidgeted with my handphone and decided to text my dearest friends. " Guys I'm back in Cebu in 2 hours. See you tonight! "Before I even had the time to return my handphone back inside my bag, it beeped

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-17022362032232110112007-10-10T00:00:00.000+08:002007-10-11T18:34:51.019+08:00

I was driving my way towards Ayala Cebu to drop off my dear friend, Joey, after spending a nice afternoon with him over mocha froccino at SM Bo's Coffee. Being deprived of the precious talks we always have for two months, we were immersed once again on our all-time favorite topic..... our Singleblessedness.Nowadays, Joey and I have the same outlook on love and relationships. Although we don't

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-5505233321666005752007-09-19T21:32:00.000+08:002007-11-02T15:34:35.390+08:00

August 31, a usual day during my vacation in Singapore, I was cooped up in front of my notebook browsing the web and reading through my mails and messages. When I got to check my 'Friendster' account, I read a message from someone asking about a phrase i placed under my profile. A few seconds after I wondered the identity of the sender, my face lit up with a smile and instead of clicking the '

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-35412442079731376662007-08-17T01:33:00.000+08:002007-10-31T06:27:24.507+08:00

"Get dressed. We're eating at the best pasta restaurant in the country tonight!" my friend, Trisha, hollered at me. "Can we just call for a delivery?" I asked, pouting. "No", she replied with a tone of finality."We are gonna give ourselves a treat tonight, trust me!", she added. Trisha has been bugging me for the past days to go out and accompany her traipsing around the city. I always tried

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-64899874745163340942007-08-12T12:23:00.000+08:002007-08-12T12:36:57.275+08:00

I have almost lived half of my lifetime now...And I could say, I almost had it all.The glitz and glamour,The fun and laughter,The bondings and parties...The happy-go-lucky friends,The hopelessly romantic ones,The booze buddies and the chimney pals.Men who have loved and cherished me at one time or anotherWho gave me their all and brought me the world.I had a great and almost perfect life with

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-31410365974846367252007-08-12T11:58:00.000+08:002007-08-15T04:58:34.079+08:00

They say that the pain a broken heart can give is the worst pain one could ever feel. I've seen my friends go through it over and over again. I was there on every tear that drops, every scream they've done, every litany of curses spewed, every time they made a fool of themselves when they try to regain what was lost, and every time their pride was stamped on once again... So then I decided I

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-8290170199154425762007-08-12T11:34:00.000+08:002007-11-02T15:41:29.883+08:00

For a while, I was surrounded by friends, fun, and laughter.I thought I was satisfied with the life I was leading.Then one day, you silently walked into my life.And made me realize the One thing that I was missing... I never thought you would be able to open upThe very last thing I made sure would stay close.I never even expected you to scratch the surfacebut you did more than that, you did a lot

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-54722408596002749682007-08-12T11:20:00.000+08:002007-08-12T11:33:15.803+08:00

Sometimes we wonder why we feel the things we feel,Why we get hurt ..and why we heal..Sometimes we also ask ourselves, what is love?Is this love? Are we capable to love?But only the echo of silence answers usand the slow hushing sound that it does.Yet, we stand up, walk out the door,and face the world where people cry for help...but no one hears.

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-60744560784413921652007-08-12T11:14:00.000+08:002007-08-12T11:49:16.770+08:00

Simple yet complicatedPlain yet attractiveSubtle yet intenseand most of all,An illusion but real.--- Did you get it?

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-41000848659784096882007-08-03T05:24:00.000+08:002007-08-15T05:22:31.488+08:00

Between a dreamless sleep, I woke up at 7am, looked out the window, and was surprised that the streetlights are still on and the sun has just peeked out of a cloudy sky. After a split second, I decided to go back to sleep. When I finally opened my eyes and dragged my heavy weight out of bed it was midday! I ate my lunch at the same cafe/restaurant I went to last night and to my shock I found

lucillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15170187206385503619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316501496142139906.post-66289284729801425602007-07-21T14:32:00.000+08:002007-08-15T04:56:27.562+08:00

"A major LEAP...."I was killing the time before I board the plane to go to Singapore. Though I have no idea what I'm going to do once I get there, one thing I'm sure about is that I'm going to take as many photos as I can and post it here! A sign that says "Smoking Area" caught my eye as I was walking towards the waiting lounge. The nicotine in me started kicking in. As if my legs have a mind

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