Care less: Immune to Pain

Why do we want to stay? Why do we want to leave?

I had dinner with my significant other’s parents today. It’s like a ritual. An exclusive dinner with them before I leave the Philippines again. They kept asking about his plans, my plans, and our plans. He didn’t say anything. Not even his plan. Because it’s obvious, he just graduated from college and he still needs to finish his masterals to get his license. He needs to find a job. Yes, a job and where does that lead me? More time for myself! But I’ve had enough of being with myself. I want to be physically  with him too. This is where our arguments start. I don’t want to talk about it. I told them my initial plans for myself since he had not told me what his plans are.. or will be. I bet I’m never included with that and he’ll start with something like, “I want.. I will..” 

I became immune of the pain I feel and I started to stop caring. 

By the way, I am flying back to Bahrain in a few days.


Iya 👄


The Real Comfort Zone

Hello WordPress! 

Please forgive me for not being able to update this comfort zone of mine. I went home for vacation and I’ve been in the Philippines for two weeks now. One and a half more week and I’ll be flying back to Bahrain. I’ve been travelling to the place closest to my heart, Baguio City and its cold weather. My significant other and I stayed there for three days. I took my yearbook which was finally released last year after four years! I graduated in 2011 and well the organization who produced it was only able to distribute it last year for God knows what reasons. If you would like to know more about the things that I am doing in my vacation, you can visit my blogspot blog.       


I’m happy. I’m trying my best to be contented.. with like this. I guess.