tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73557860533421350602026-05-31T13:20:24.763+04:00. . . a quick break from realityJohn Ahmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04129491784744635059noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7355786053342135060.post-22457705915142255442025-07-23T10:07:00.001+04:002025-07-23T10:07:08.587+04:00

 It’s been a while since I last wrote here. I’ve been meaning to come back—with something meaningful, something intentional—but life had other plans. A few weeks ago, everything just… stopped. It started on the day of an event. A big one. I was managing, running around, smiling, cueing people, making things happen like I always do. But somewhere in the middle of it all, my stomach started

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There's an intimacy in writing that sometimes is lost in the hustle of life. But here I am, diving deep into that vulnerability once more. It's been a long while, hasn't it?You know, they say it may not always rain, but when it does, it pours. And hasn't that been the tale of my recent journey? Moments of stillness, juxtaposed with torrential downpours of emotion, doubt, and introspection. Life

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Today I'm celebrating my 40th trip around the sun. As I reflect on my journey so far, I realize it's the little things that have meant the most. Here are 40 simple joys that have brightened my days, making me eager to embrace the next 40 years. A cup of tea on a cold day.Feeling the warmth of the sun and recalling similar sunny days in the homeland.Dancing like nobody's watching.Finding a

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 Hayst. Yes, It’s still you.I miss you.

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After allI still love you.

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Everything is a mess.I understand it really is not possible right now.I just love the thought of being loved and cared of, just that and nothing else more.one must learn to love oneself before one can learn to love others.I realize that letting you go is proper. Not because I am giving up on how I feel about you.For now I’m choosing to love you from afar to save myself from further pain.I

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i miss youthere’s nothing elsei could sayi just miss you

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I want to write something about you but I don't know where or how to start. Maybe I just want to say Thank You for everything...That's it.

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Looking back, this decade has been the most challenging one, yet. I was forced so many times to step out of the zone that offered me the comfort that I've relied on heavily for so many years.  Throughout this 10-year period, I have learned innumerable "valuable lessons" professionally and otherwise. The most important one, and this I will carry until my last breath: protect yourself at

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…is growing when every time you were hurt the more you become determined to love,  despite imperfections,  you accepted it with your whole heart – in trials,  together you survive,  in sufferings,  defeated or not, both of you will fight back and at the end of the day when you almost want to give up,  you cannot,  because you know it will torn you

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At the moment I have little thing to say, but this little means a lot. Everything I feel now means nothing else that I am missing you. I wish I could be with you, Feel your breath close to mine, See the sunshine through your eyes, Feel the heat of your hand in my hand, Hold your hands with the intertwined fingers, I am longing for your skin and your sweet way of looking at

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This is a post that my brain tickling to write for months. Just to break the confusions of what I am writing here in my blog. No Kiss and Tell. I don't do that even if you are my best friend. It's a private thingy.  Red flag when you are in a relationship... for me. Sharing it briefly. Spontaneously. No erasures. No proofread. Just Stray thoughts. Genuinely. ...That I've finally

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Haven’t met you yet and knowing you by social media for several months is not easy. It just likes a full moon drawing near the ocean to its highest tide level. I wholeheartedly admit that I affectionately and passionately attracted to you. So please listen, I sincerely, really, really, really mean this. It gives me joy every time I'm thinking of our phone conversations and

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Hey You, You will always be in my heart. Love. AMR

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Why is it so hard to say I love you? for the first time.

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It feels like any other time travel. You get back on your feet. Feel your limbs get back to work, your body warming up and wonder where you are. And where your clothes are. And then, you feel the rush of cold wind greet your face. You clasp both your arms because the cold is too much. A tear traces it's way to your cheek down to the side of your lips. Your eyesight clouded. The more fear you

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Like a leaf floating on the waters,I found myself in the middle of nowhereLost, rattled, fearfulEven though the waters cradled me in its calmness,Still, I'm searching for the placewhere I once belonged...where I should really be till eternity..

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Hey You, I still can't stop thinking about you. Love, AMR

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Simon and The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli I was planning to post this right after I watch the movie adaptation #LoveSimon but I can’t wait and help myself sharing it… This book was amazing! It is quirky, endearing, funny, and better yet, honest and real to how it feels to be gay. All I can say is that this is not a book to miss, and I honestly loved it. No matter your sexual

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my blinded eyes failed to see the essence of your love for me my closed heart didn't bother to feel the sweetness of your touch so real my ears didn't find time to hear your melody so lovely and sincere for my eyes were fixed on the false beauty I adored my heart was beating for the mask of silver and gold my ears only listened to deceitful words that settled my mood and left your

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I never thought what to expect It was humid gloomy night I was scared and excited Out of the darkness I saw you standing You smiled and said hello Your fair skin shined Your warmed welcome had calmed me I just can't keep my eyes off you Like I want to get to know you During our warm up I heard your banters with your friend I'm so glad to hear that you had three past relationship To which we

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I want to cry on your shoulders I want to shed all my tears I want to cry my heart out Knowing that I’m only just your maybe Why do we have to start over When yesterday’s seem alright Wish we could do those things again Please let’s keep our love alive Why do you have to keep it for so long You hurt me most in my lowest times Yet nothing I can do but sigh and let you go even if I cry I miss

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Paano ko nga ba sisimulan Paano ko nga ba matatanggap Na hindi na tayo nag-uusap Gusto pa kitang mayakap Gusto pa kitang makausap Gusto pa kitang makasama Pero ang sakit… Ang sakit na wala akong magawa Ang sakit na wala na akong halaga Ang sakit na naghihintay lang ako At umaasa … Umaasa na baka sakaling meron pa Umaasa na baka sakaling makayap pa Umaasa na baka sakaling

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Two months ago while listening to M’s Poland trip over Skype, I was lying in bed wondering why the place was so familiar. I was like experiencing déjà vu of a place or situation I have never encountered. It gave me the chills when M showed me the pictures. Then I remembered The Storyteller. Reading books can really take you places you have never been. This is one of those books that will stick

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SADNESS the sun slowly drifted away the moon proudly ruled and stayed BROKEN the sand castle's beauty alluring as it can be conquered by huge waves GOODBYES leaves are turning dry yet to the tree they cling still not wanting to fall

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