Red Flags.

“Be careful, darling
of them who are scared of intimacy,
of them who only yearns lust,
of a fellow who does not welcome you,
into his own blissful wasteland,
for that, darling,
are simple red flags.”

But mother,
after eluding

even the slightest
spectrum of vermilion,
of ruby and carmine,
of scarlet and crimson,

Love has eluded me.

Because mother,

I now understand.
—— I am a red flag.

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PERSONALIZED WOODEN SIGNS

Hi! Along with working and studying, I also have a bit of a personal business on the side.. and that’s making personalized / customized wooden signages for events.

I have been running this for a year now, and I have a constant stream of orders, although not a lot (which is actually a good thing, because working 8 hours a day plus a 6-hour school schedule tends to become overwhelming and exhausting if you include doing the wooden signs), but it is enough for me to keep going 🙂

So if you want to order, you can message me in these links:

  • Facebook  (I have yet to make a Facebook page for it, so my personal account would have to do in the mean time, but I will in the near future)
  • Instagram  – I post my orders on here too, and messages are always welcome.

wooden sign  This is the first order that I have ever done, early this year.  My best friend got married, and she was thinking of having a wooden sign as her entrance before she walks down the aisle, and ordering online would be too expensive, she said.  I think that was her way of saying I could do it for her (lmao) so I told her I’d try, and I did!

I made it as a wedding present, best thing I have ever done! 🙂

Dimensions: 18 x 24 in

 

 

I made her two signs : One for entrance and one for the reception area. Click on each photo for better quality.

 

 

Next order was the wedding of my workmate, who ordered this huge customized wooden sign for their wedding last August. Took me one whole month to work on it, but absolutely worth it!

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Left signage dimensions: 6×6 ft tall (taller than me! LOL) – this signage was used as a photobooth backdrop for the night.

Right signage dimension: 30x30inches (Entrance signage)

Here’s how big it is:

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Here they are during the event: (click to see full photos)

 

 

One small order that I found particularly sweet, was of Mr. Erick Acu’s order for his first-wedding anniversary with his wife. It was a surprise, so we were very keen and careful on messaging each other about the details of it.

Here’s his order: (grabbed photo from him. Look how he surrounded it with so many bouquets! Sweetest thing ever!)

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Here’s the picture when he first surprised his wife with it. Look how the baby smiled too!

 

 

It makes me happy how I have been a part of these people’s lives. How, in a small way, I have been a part of these people’s special memories.

So hey, if you want one, please do not hesitate to message me in the links mentioned earlier. Again, size, type of wood, design and colors would all depend on you!

For any kind of event. Message me and let’s talk about how to make your requests a reality 🙂

Not Anymore.

The day I changed my contact number was the day I knew there was no way he’s ever going to find me again.

Hello,
If one day you might remember,
the promises you’ve told me so.
You may go ahead and find me,
I’ll serve you tea and scones.

That was the only thing you have left of me,
— Rather, what I have left of you.
A telephone line that connected us together.
Five years of waiting,
has it really been that long?

You never dialed.
— never called.
Mere hopes of a girl,
all crushed hearing a dial tone.

You knew where I lived,
but that was years ago.
You may go ahead and ask the neighbors,
they’d tell you where I am.
You may contact my friends,
Sure, they’d try to help you out.
Though they’ll tell you not to,
for I am happy now.
‘She met a man,’ they’ll say.
‘She’s getting married today.’

But all of this is just mere speculation,
that you will soon call and hear that it’s now gone,
it’s not like I am waiting.

For I am not.

Not anymore.

Reel of Us.

“You are a lot of things that you don’t want to say, Allison. It’s seeping out of you,” he stared at me, and I stopped breathing, afraid to keep the string tight. But he keeps going. Please.

“Do you think you could further explain what you said?” His breath tickled my face, a caress of unexplained interest.

“What about it?” I said it so softly, my mouth barely moving.

“Why do you think color changes everything? Why does it have to be verbatim? Nothing more and nothing less. Just black and white all throughout?”

The invisible string reels; loosens and tightens, like it’s just there, waiting for the right words for it to snap.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Because I couldn’t think of any reason, couldn’t literally think of anything. I took a deep breath, trying to explain myself with his blue eyes staring right at me, looking and watching and just breaking through my hidden thoughts and I just can’t explain–

He leaned in and the night sky started to close in on us. His breath smells like mint and chocolates. I didn’t know how long we stared at each other, our eyes searching for answers we cannot say out loud, trying to grasp what made us so acutely attracted to each other. We stared and stared and stared some more; our breathing intertwined; He exhales, I inhale. It seemed to relieve me, to quench the aching emptiness that threatens to overcome. Just to be there and feeling contented like everything is right in the world.

“Your eyes are the color of the ocean,” I mumbled, mesmerized.

He laughed his breathy laugh.

There goes his dimple. “Your eyes look like golden sunsets and orange oceans.”

“What are you talking about? My eyes are brown,” I rolled my eyes, unbelieving.

“I thought so too. But have you ever looked at yourself so long so closely?  So trust me when I say they are. It has flecks of gold around. Like shimmering glass balls.”

I chuckled, it sounded so foolish.

“If I tell you what I think your eyes look like, you’d run away from me because it would be too dreamy,” I countered.

He grinned, and his gaze fell on my lips. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Not really.”

A beat.

A pause.

A lifetime.

“Okay.”

And he did.

Hasten.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She promised herself that she would try to stop from spacing out often. The never-ceasing pain in her heart clawing ever harder, trying to claw its way wider until there would be nothing left of her than pain, memories and tears.

Clutching the fourth sheet of paper, she tried to start again.

 

I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself knowing it was our memories that I’d be living. It would be unfair for you. And I

 

She stopped midway through finishing a sentence. Her head was pounding again. She gripped the pen tighter, her knuckles pink with the exertion. It didn’t matter, then. It would be better that way.

 

With that thought as her final decision, she crumpled the paper and threw it carelessly on the bin just below her bed. It missed the bin, along with three other crumpled, unfinished letters that suffered the same fate.

▲△▲△

“Bree, come on. What’re you doing just sitting there? Your plane is leaving,” Ben, her best friend since 6th grade, pulled her suitcase upright and stared at her as if she has gone bollocks.

 

“I was, um, thinking.” She looked up, shaken out of her reverie. “Sorry,” she cringed inwardly as she saw the pity in her best friend’s eyes. She grinned, “Come here, Ben.” Brianna stood up and tried to hug him despite her left hand wrapped in a cast. “I really do love you.”

 

“Remember what we talked about. You can’t be tied down by promises that are no longer there. You have to let yourself go. You have to. Forgive yourself. There was nothing you could have done to stop it from happening. It was his choice, and he told you that himself, did he not? After everything. You have to. You have to help yourself. Because I love you and we all love you and we don’t want to see you slowly crumbling away. You don’t need to do it for us, but we can’t do the healing for you. You need to do it for yourself and you’ll get there eventually. Got that?”

 

“I told you a dozen times, Ben. I’m okay. See?” she shrugged and smiled, doing a 360-degree turn for Ben’s disapproving assessment of her current state.

 

“Yep,” he shook his head as he bit his lower lip in mock approval. “Very convincing, Bree. Like really.” He rolled his eyes and pushed her towards the departure area.

 

Ben placed his hand inside pocket, feeling the folded letter with his hands. It felt so heavy, knowing if Brianna read it she would be hurt all over again, back to square one. He’s not going to give the letter. What she doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt her any longer. Letters of explanations aren’t justifiable after everything. He supposed it would be unfair, and that it wasn’t his right to hide it from her. But it doesn’t matter now. She finally chose to let go. And that was the right thing to do.

 

He looked up just in time as she looked back at him and waved. “Be happy, Brianna Allison Hayes!” He yelled, giving his pocket one last tap.

 

Taking a deep breath, she looked back at the people milling about and wondered if these people are the same people that they were years ago. No one ever is. No one is ever the same person that they were before.

 

Taking a deep breath, she plastered her best smile on her face and nodded at Ben, never mind that he wouldn’t be able to see it from this distance.

 

Be happy.

 

 

 

An Open Letter to the Guy I Couldn’t Love

“I didn’t mean to give you all of those things that you had been looking for long before you met me. I didn’t mean to be unkind or to let you down and I of course didn’t think that you’d fall as hard as you did.

But I also know that I wasn’t ready to give you what you wanted, long term.

It really wasn’t you at all.

You never did anything thing wrong but I knew two months into it that it would end with me walking away, without any scars and I’m sorry that when you finally gave up and let go, you had more than a few.

You were never unkind, in fact you may have been the sweetest and most honest guy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. But that doesn’t change the timing or the circumstance.

The truth is, I didn’t and still don’t want anything serious.

I need to pay attention to myself and as hard as that is to shallow for you, I need you to know that just because it wasn’t me, doesn’t mean that there is no hope for you.

In fact, someday you will meet a girl who will be able to give you all of the things that I never could and believe me when I say that I can’t wait until you get to love her in the way that she deserves, and I can’t wait until you get that same love in return.

I know that you blame me for a lot of what happened and with good reason. I wish I could give you some other explanation other than we are just different people but I can’t.

I’m not what you need, I can’t be that kind of girl, and as sorry as I am for hurting you, for giving you another reason not to trust, I’m not sorry that I left.

Because it was a better choice than me leading you on when my heart just wasn’t in it.

I could say get over it, but that takes time and I know better than anyone that you are the most patient person, and that with this time you will come to know all of these things, the things I never had the courage to say when I say goodbye.

I’m sorry that you still care. I really am because it sadly will not change the way that I feel.

I need someone to challenge me, to spark creativity and to make me feel six different things at once and you need someone who wants to be saved, who needs to be taken care of.

I told you from the start that’s not me. And I know that you know that I’ll be fine on my own.

I’m sorry that I let you half way in and then ran away.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t forgive myself enough to love you in the ways that we both you know you deserve.

If you’ve taught me anything it’s that life is short and in a flash, years will pass and I didn’t want to be the one that you wasted your time on.

I’m not your person and you are not mine and while I have accepted that, I’m not so sure that you have.

I will always miss you, and if we met in another time and place, maybe I could love you deeply and fully and not take shortcuts and not fall short but we met one another in this time, in this place, and I couldn’t invest and care like you could.

You are far better than me in so many ways and so I just want you to know that while I know that I broke you a little more, I also know that I won’t be the one to fix you and I never was.

I wish you all the best, all of the happiness. I know that you will find joy soon and stop being so mad at everyone, for everything they have ever done.

I don’t expect forgiveness or kindness, I just needed you to understand that I get it.

I’m sorry that it didn’t work out but in some ways, I’m happy because I know that I was just a speed bump and that sometime soon, you will meet the love of your life and it won’t feel like work. It won’t make you frustrated and it will put you at peace.

So thank you. For loving me all at once so that I could figure out how to walk away rather than forcing something that would never be right.

Thank for you showing me what it’s like to be wanted, but also for showing me what it looks like when the pieces don’t fit. And for showing me what a relationship should be, and not just what I have gotten, what I could settle for.

Love,

The Girl Whose So Sorry She Couldn’t Love You.”


Blogger’s Note:

This is not my work. I was surfing and just lurking around the internet when I read this. It’s my first time coming across that website and it still has a lot of interesting reads in there.

I just really, really want this on my blog.

I, for one, have experienced first hand going into a relationship that I was not ready for and reading this made me think about what I’ve done and nonetheless, I hope he can read this. This is my way of saying I’m sorry.

This is by Jonny33 (as indicated in the website) and this is the original link in Puckermob: click here. Photo Credit is from Tumblr. I hope you guys enjoyed this wonderful read as much as I did and feel free to share your thoughts down on the comments box. 🙂

All the love,

Christine.

Linger.

Somewhere between the haunting silence of 3 AM and the graceful rise of dawn, when the world is asleep and the sad minds wander, I received a message from you.

Three words that had me staring up at the ceiling, arousing forcefully forgotten memories back up the surface that had me clutching my sheets at night, willing myself not to break again for you, willing myself not to respond, willing myself to forget.

I longed to be your first choice. I longed to be someone you would’ve fought for. I longed for so long for any sign of you. I longed for any sign within the confines of this rain-drenched city that would bring me back to you. Us. Together. How silly it is that I still visit the blog you made for me, for us, every single day, for the past 730 days?

But two years was enough of a wait. I’ve had broken hearts in the process of trying to forget you, of trying to fix myself, and that was something I would never forgive myself for. I broke people just because I cannot fix myself, for how could one fix herself up with her missing pieces still clutched within your hands? I am not asking you to give those back to me. Deep wounds always leave scars. And my dad used to tell me that it’s okay to have scars. For scars are the stars of the universe. And like the stars, I guess you’ll forever be here in mine. A whole universe of you.

“Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it’s true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn’t fade and the scars don’t heal, and it’s too damned late.”
― Jonathan Tropper, The Book of Joe