The Old Dreamer on the Other Side ♥

Under the great heavens, someone waits for you. It doesn't matter if you are from afar. It doesn't matter if you journey slowly. Just see me soon. And we'll share such love that will never last.

There were times when I can't just help it but to pity myself for I feel so ugly to have no serious relationship since birth. I am talking about relationship with an opposite sex here-- a boyfriend. I admit that I had lots of guys before, when everything seems to worth a try, I tried to have a boyfriend. I tried to have more than a dozen of boyfriends. However, as an impatient kind of girlfriend I was, only one passed the three-month rule, I had a relationship with him for four months, it holds the record for the longest commitment with someone as of today. All through time, I thought I was pretty cool to have such ability to change a boyfriend in a short period of time. Now, thinking about it makes me condemn my stupidity back when I was in my worse of my immaturity.It was an experience though it makes me regret that I haven't given importance to such feelings I offered someone. At the very least, I am grateful that I realized it eventually.

I was very single and very ready to mingle when I entered college since I wasn't able to have such love life for almost two years because I was so busy heading the student government back when I was in my junior and senior years. All the while, I thought it would be easy for me to catch a fish in such new sea. I thought it would be easy for me to have that someone whom I can engage myself into for a lasting relationship, longer than four months. I had lots of crushes in the campus now. I have sighted and admired guys again. I tried to get someone. Yet all the while, I was wrong. It was never easy to fish, especially when you want something in demand and the sea has shortage of it.

I had been rejected by most of them.

I was hurt.

I tried to cursed them.

Until I learned the lesson.

It's Final: Savor Savours.

From "I am L.A." to "Sweet Stilettos" to "Sweeter Stilettos" to the newest "Savor Savours," I found myself in contentment with my present blog title. It is funny because just like my loads of unfinished diaries, I still carry the habit of being dissatisfied about my written works here in the web. However, the passion of sharing my ideas to the world never let me stop and feel dissatisfied in making the new name for L.A. Octavio's life story and start all over again. Hence, this is the Savor Savours.

I change the name for a reason: I just want my audience to realize easily that life is about exploration and growing up because of experiences. I'll turn 18 from a month now. With all the years I have been living, life never failed to amuse me. And the idea of shouting every fascinating involvement that I have in this earthly life urges me to let everyone know how grateful I am by blogging.

You just have to find them.

I did try to be different for others to like me. I kept my weird thoughts to myself. I dressed on what's on trend. I did what they do. I acted as if I belong. Eventually, I realized it wasn't "I" anymore. Eventually, I had been putting "somebody else" through the time. Then yes, I wasn't really happy all along.

I was chaotic until I changed the path I took. I went back to my "own self" --- I shouted out all my weird thoughts, I dressed the way I wanted to dress myself, I did whatever I wanted to do. Eventually, I met people who appreciated my best and still stayed with me when I'm in my worst. They are the ones who never tells me "they got turned off" rather "they got turned on" because I know how to be true to myself. They are the reason why I am happy to be me. I call them friends.

If you're one of them, then thank you. Thank you for letting me get crazy and still tolerate me. Thank you for letting me feel I belong. Thank you for the support. Thank you for correcting my flaws. Thank you for staying  beside me. Thank you for making me happy.

You do not need to be so trendy to feel that you're one with the people around. You do not need to pretend you're someone else just to be liked by others. Being "the real you" will make you beyond happy. Being "the real you" is amazing. Yes, there will be people who will not like you however, there will always be people who can appreciate your uniqueness. You just have to find them.

And eventually, you'll call them great friends.

Mama, Happy Birthday!

Dear Mama,

It has been seventeen years since you have raised me up. It has been long seventeen years that you have given your best just to be a great mother to me. It has been a great seventeen years that you and I shared such friendship.

There are maybe times that you and I won't get along. We tend to annoy each other about things which cannot be explained thoroughly by us. We sometimes doubt our actions towards each other and ask ourselves if we are doing the right things. We hide some things because we are afraid that we might not get accepted and any of us might judge us the wrong way. We tend to have fights. We have bad days. We have misunderstandings. However, with all of such messy instances between us, you are still the strongest, most loving, most charismatic, and the best lady I idolize.

I love how we shop together. I love how you watch me every time I have my performances. I love our text conversations. I love how you put trust on me. I love how you teach me to be humble and God-fearing. I love how you stand strong with your decisions. I love how you make me proud of you. I love your practicality. I love your big sexy body. I love your elegance and poise. I love your guts. I love the way you carry yourself. I love idolizing you.

Today is your 52nd birthday. I just want to tell you that I love you so much. I want to tell you that I was hurt when you told me once that you do not want me to tell you I love you and I just have to show it to you. Though, I know what you mean now. I just want to tell you that I am so blessed to have such a mother like you. I want to tell you that I am so proud of you. I want to tell you I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused you. I am sorry for all the worries and doubts. Thank you for all the years you spend raising me up. Thank you for all the patience that you have given to us. Thank you for such great love you showered to us.

Ma, we are the luckiest kids and Papa is the luckiest man because we have such great YOU in our lives.
Thank you for not giving up.
I love you.
Happy birthday!

I love you again,
Day Sweet

I Still Got These Amazing People

Dad. Maica. Aico. JP. Padit. Malik. Raymund. Aaron. Momma Booby (Resa). Chelsea. Mark Erdie. Rheabels.
These are great people. My amazing friends.

My recent posts would tell you that I have been heartbroken and living miserably. Until I realized that I have lots of people to ask sympathy with, I really was. They are the ones who were gifted with such enormous patience to understand how my psychotic self would act towards chaos. They are the ones who listens to my endless thoughts about the world. They are the ones whom, I know, will never let me fall apart alone. I call them my "true friends."

I admit that I really do not have the ability to effectively socialize and hook up to people easily unless they got my positive impression when we first meet. Psychotic and weird as I really am, I think I have the ability to predict some of the characteristic of a person at first glance. And yes, once I like your aura, there's more to go with me and you rather than acquaintances.

There's this saying which says, "It doesn't matter if you only got few friends as long as they are genuine." And yes, I believe in that principle. They are maybe few but I am rest assured that we belong to each other. These are few of the people who can understand me and who never dared to stab me at my back. These are my treasured ones who never get tired of how silly and weird and bossy and maarte and persistent I am. These are my special folks who helped me live my life well.

I love them so much I would dare sacrifice my happiness just to see them smiling. Because, now, that you think I am shattered, which maybe I am, they never failed in letting me smile. And I guess, that is what true friendship is for, to love such annoying brats and never let anyone of them feel unloved.