...crying like a church on a monday...

I'm here staring at my computer and just got back yesterday from our trip to Vigan. Somehow, the trip didn't turn out as well as i planned. Much to my dismay, I did not have the chance to meet Mr. Ilocos Norte or have some semblance of a relationship as I have predicted before I packed my things for the long and uneventful 12 hour trip.

I guess the quote serves true, "You can't always bake your cake and eat it too."..So much for wishful thinking and hoping for the best.

The trip has given me good memories of radiant sunshine hitting the historic pavement of Colonial houses, star-laden skies and silver lined beaches..but sadly, the Vigan trip has given me so much confusion that I did not expect. I feel kinda lost in the confines of my own skin.

Maybe I weaved my stories too soon...

p.s (I'm just thankful there's so much work to distract me most of the time this month. Maybe I should heed the heavens..)

ho hum.