dear friend,
I'm thinking of something to say to you,
but i can't seem to find any word that would describe how i feel.
There are so many things i wanted to tell you but i cant seem to verbalize them. So many things has happened that often times i find myself desperately wanting to tell you my side of the story but i just don't get the chance. i tell myself i don't care, i won't care, whatever..... But then again all those memories come back and it all comes back full circle. Funny, i always say "not anymore" but look at me... Still the same... A lot like the song buses and trains, know that?
i walked under a bus. i got hit by a train. i keep falling in love which is kind of the same. i sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane and it felt so good i wanna do it again.
writing is not easy, but this is not writing => scribblings more like it... enjoy my blog!!!
Followers
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
salt and pepper
salt and pepper...
too different but always a perfect match.
so different that it's better having them together.
what is with salt and pepper that even if they differ in so many ways we cant seem to find them separated.
salt and pepper...
a perfect match.
salt and pepper...
can't do without each other.
salt and, where are you my dear pepper?...
Saturday, October 3, 2009
that's shakespeare in love ;>
"He's fought and he's fallen
He's on his knees before he's on his feet
A sinister romantic
Oh, he's about to be and she's about to see
Teachin' torches to burn bright
She's hanging on the cheek of night
A snowy dove trooping with crows
He never saw true beauty till tonight"
A few lines from the song SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE
I have loved this song since the first time i heard it
And i can say that every time i hear it i keep falling in love like it was the first time.
I have wished and dreamed for so long that when i find "him" it would feel like this.
I would fall in love more every time.
Like wine that grows sweeter through time.
Like a cliff withstanding the test of time, wind and water.
For us, people who are far from the league of artists such as Shakespeare,
How do we fall in love??
Is it that remarkable?
Does it seem that the world stops when you realize that you too have fallen in love?
Do you feel the the beating of you heart? And i mean literally.
Is it true that sometimes you feel like your walking on a cloud?
And is it true that you'll only know that you have fallen when it starts to hurt?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
She Got Shot

She can still see it clearly, it was in the middle of the afternoon, the heat was stifling but she didn't mind because there was a cool breeze kissing her face. She was walking on her way home, a bit weary and tired but she doesn't know why. Maybe because of the heat. As she was walking she was staring at the road, counting pebbles on the ground, got nothing better to do. All of a sudden she had this feeling of something weird but familiar, she looked up and there she saw this oh so familiar face. The face that she keeps looking for every week at church, the face that always seems to pop out of nowhere and just gives that crooked smile that always makes her tummy do somersaults.
She see's him once a week at church, she doesn't even know his name but when their eyes meet they both give that smile, simple and shy but it never fails to complete her day. He has this magnetic affect on her and she couldn't tell why, he's this mysterious guy that intrigues the hell out of her. Unluckily they never got formally introduced.
When she saw him look up she smiled and waved, internally struggling how to talk to him when she doesn't even know his name. She opted for the over friendly approach and asked him what he was doing there (in her school). They had a short conversation about it beside a big tree that she would have gladly leaned on because her knees suddenly turned weak, the kind that strangers would have in an attempt to be comfortable with someone they do not interact with regularly.
After the chat she said goodbye and went on her way. She absently looked at the trees she was passing noting her heart beating loudly against her chest. she hoped he didn't hear. Well actually she secretly hoped he did. She had a couple of stops before heading straight home. She was walking towards the parking lot where her ride would be (a public vehicle) when she saw that face again. Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to smile and as she sat down beside him she was awfully aware of every sensation she felt when her arm touched his accidentally. He was friendly and talked to her, she tried her best to keep up with the conversation but she couldn't concentrate. when she thought he asked something and she didn't hear it clearly she just gave him that dumb smile that could be an excuse for anything.
Then it was her stop, it was all so fast. As she was stepping out of the vehicle her mind seemed stuck. All she could see was his crooked smile and for the first time she realized she was shot through the heart.
Thursday, August 27, 2009

she was walking along the beach, thinking of the past.
quietly reminiscing what had been...
thinking about so many things yet longing only for that one moment to be given to her again. to be given the chance to go back in time and take it all back.
she sat down on the sand hugging her knees and placing her head bowed between them.
she wants to shield her face from the sea, she doesn't want her to see that she's hurt. she's covering her face from the sand, she does not want them to witness her moment of weakness. she's trying to be strong, to tell the world she can make it, to prove to them that they cannot break her.
she tried to hold it in, to stop he tears.
she wanted to keep it all to herself, wanted nobody else to share her hurt.
she cried silently, she couldn't hold it any more.
she took a small stone and with all her might threw it across the water and with all her might wished that, like that stone she could just throw away all her pain.
she sat there not minding time,
she sat there not thinking what will happen next.
she just sat there.
waiting..
and she waited....
for that one thing to wake her up,
for that something to save her...
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