Shutter & Pen

Love letters and ex-lovers

In one of her lectures Alice Villadolid, my college professor in Media Law and Ethics lectured the class about written documents and files. The discussion suddenly changed its course. She started to lecture the class about love letters and ex-lovers. She said she didn’t believe in keeping love letters. “Your love letters, burn them!” she said. She said it as if love letters were meant to be read just once and then must be discarded at once. Like it contained toxic it has to be burned. 

Going back to that lecture never fails to amuse me. The way she said BURN them in that cracking old lady voice of hers pronouncing BURN like barn. Still makes me smile every single time.

She made sense. Love letters should be burnt. 

NEVER to be kept. 

We make choices—to stay or to leave, to make more memories or to forget—we STAND by the choices we make.


TO LEAVE IS TO FORGET.

Lingering isn’t an option

Ties severed

Memories buried

That’s why LOVE LETTERS? BURN THEM!

Day 76 - Move on

Thursday April 12, 2012

Still in limbo.

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At some point we just have to move on and start anew.

taken with Instagram

Day 75 - Drop of hope

Wednesday April 11, 2012

An e-mail from the most inspiring person I know.

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My dear Laura,

Do not lose hope. What you are saying is the same one I have been hearing from Mike.

If everything else is nice and rosy, after a while we become bored too and we will want for more. God is not a puppeteer, where we ask Him and we expect Him to do everything we ask to make our lives easy.

Prayer is like a boat, we launch it in a sea of faith. We go inside, below the deck and let God steer the boat to where He wants it. We cannot control it nor do we want to take control.

Yesterday, after 70 days, our company offered him a job and he will move here with me to Newfoundland. He had 10 interviews and so many empty promises, don’t you think there was a very good reason?

I went thru the same ordeal as you did when I was your age. I now look back, I think there has always been a God, He trained me to be strong to face the more difficult ones I am facing now.

Take care Laura, I have not forgotten you at all. Every Tuesday and Thursday night when I go to St. Patrick’s church for mass, a candle is lighted for you.

Tito Tony

Day 74 

Tuesday. April 10, 2012

Yes. Still a useless bum.

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Stay home day with the darling boyfriend.

Gave Hayley a bath.

Such a hot day. 34.7 degrees by noon.

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Day 73 - His heart on the hard court

Monday, April 9, 2012

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Tagging along to Mark is a thing I do. Today brought us to Ateneo. He had to do some interviews. With all the tagging along I do, I sometimes feel like an intern all over again. I always find myself amazed not just at what he do but how he’s put his heart into what he does. Sports and writing combined is more than a job for this guy right here—it’s his life. 

Day 68 - Birthday boy

Wednesday April 4, 2012

This date will always be memorable. For so many reasons it is.

That text message.

The first job.

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I am at a loss of words to describe how my life turned around when Mark, a random schoolmate suddenly became my favorite first thought in the morning and whose voice I like to hear before I go to sleep.

Really, WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN?

Just when I feel like my life is going down the drain I will always have that one reason to consider myself one lucky bitch :D As long as I have Mark I’ll be okay.

There are just a million things about this guy that makes me smile.

That conyo talk he does

The sometimes corny jokes he cracks

How he eats like there’s never gonna be a tomorrow

The random songs he sings the moment he wakes up in the morning

The funny faces he does

His favorite phrase ‘panis na’

His bylines

How he talks to himself when he watches NBA

How he puts up with my tantrums and endless drama

How crazy he is over kicks and everything Nike

I can go on forever….

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To the man that gave me more than enough reasons to sing Drake’s  “Best I ever had,”  the boyfriend I have always waited for, Happy Birthday! I love you so much.

Day 67 - When the clock strikes 12

Tuesday. April 3, 2012

Today my lola turns 93.

And tomorrow Mark turns 23. :)

Mark’s birthday salubong.

Dinner of grilled pork belly strips.

Ruffles, beer and vodka while waiting for the clock to strike 12mn. Nothing beats this actually. No fuss. Just us. :) Hindi ko birthday pero I can’t ask for anything more. waha! :D

I love you soooooo MUCH birthday boy!

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Photobooth

Day 66 - In photographs

Monday. April 2, 2012

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93rd of the birthdays that came and went.

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Happy Birthday Nanay!

Day 65 - Hang to air dry

Day 65 (April 1, 2012)

Still in the unknown.

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From April 2011 through January 2012 my day would usually start at 11 am. I would do brunch. Do a little surfing the net take a shower, get dressed and go to work. From 2 p.m. until 10 p.m. (on a good day) I dwell inside the newsroom. I remember the first day into the job. It was surreal actually seeing the goings-around of a real newsroom. 

For almost a year it was the life I knew but actually I didn’t actually have a life. But I did it for the love of the job, the future career and the dream.

LIFE now is different. I have ample time to my hands but still I am not living. 

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For the nth time I did NOT go home last night. But I woke up next to reason I still get to put on a smile on my face at this time, the reason I get excited to wake up in the morning. And with this I am feel at home. I feel safe.

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Went back home after noon.

I did laundry today and it drained all the energy out of me.

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Had a FIGHT with my mom. I just can’t help it the rebellious teen in me is alive and it ain’t dying down anytime soon. :(