burning out

I don't wanna take a step back, but I'm running on emptiness. We're just no longer on the same track and it's killing me in every way.

You take me in; shut me out, you're breaking me down. Tell me that I'm the one but I see through your lies. It's all misleading, you keep me bleeding, it's like I'm burning out, burning out.

You're making me feel so alone. Baby just let me let go cause I just can't escape your ghost. The fire you started once is now burning out, burning out.

I'm burning out, burning out
I just fade away
We're burning out, burning out
We keep for burning out, burning out

I can't find myself leaving. And it hurts with every breath I take that I will never know the feeling of you loving me the same way.

Have you ever even noticed all the pain when you look into my eyes? Tell me, have you ever even thought about that I'm burning, I'm burning out

You're making me feel so alone. Baby just let me let go cause I just can't escape your ghost

The fire you started once is now burning out

Burning out; Tata Young

Make me stop listening to this song!

dearest alex

(Alexander McQueen Fall 08)

(Alexander Mc Queen 10-inch high heels)

Dearest Alexander,

Once upon a time, I loved you.

When you spun dreams of tulle not tragedy.

Where hast my Indian princesses donning ball gowns in winter gone?

What happened to their bejeweled feet?

Now all I am left with are elephant feet and wistful memories

With a broken heart, i bid thee farewell

in hopes that spring/summer shall ressurect my love for you.


in the mean time, yours truly is smitten with another Alexander
with the same initials as fall/winter.

word vomit

harsh words
and negative gossips
are like vomit
you can never swallow it back

disco.nnection.no.tice

Maybe its the sound of the rain softly pelting against the window.
Maybe its the way the chandelier bathed everything in a warm glow,
sharply contrasting against the chill brought by the weather.
Or maybe, its cause of something I saw which I just wish I didn't
coupled with this stupid song I have on repeat.


The grass withers

and the tears of the sky turn to ice

as our paths intertwine.


I tread carefully upon the floe,

Careful not to disrupt its fragile surface.

Underneath, the river's water rage.


On tipped toes, I danced around you.

A ballerina's routine.

Calm, composed, calculated.


The music mutes the audience

that comprises only of you

One drop and the spell is broken



Sometimes I want to just do as I please just to spite you.
But the thing is, I love you too much for that.

golden honey

Everybody knows that girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice.

But once upon a time,there was a spice shortage in girly land. So they had to make do and just added more everything nice and a jar of honey for that batch.

And out of that batch, came one little girl named Gold.

And no other name could've suited her more.

This Gold is not the luxurious kind of gold, encrusting precious stones and gems.This Gold is more like honey, all rich and warm.

The kind of honey you put on your tea or drizzle generously on your pancakes on bright, sunshine-y mornings. The kind of Gold no sweet tooth like me can ever resist.

So when she asked for my help to pick out a dress for her brother's wedding I was only too happy to oblige. :)

Don't fret, precious: "Am i really wearing this?"

Meet Gold, or Goldie, to me and Dalton.She really wanted to be pretty for her brother's wedding. So we opted for a dress :)

"My first dress in a long while"

Receiving gratitude from another person is always a wonderful reward.But getting to see her eyes light up when we found the perfect dress was another high all together.

Gold with her now sister - in - law
getting prepped up for the wedding.
photo credits: Shaira Luna

Having the opportunity of helping a genuinely nice person like Gold gave me a glimpse of what it must feel like to be a fairy godmother.