Chatroulette and Omegle. Amazing.
Met a girl from Melbourne, Austraila named Loan. :)
Met a girl in Melbourne, Australia named Michelle
Met a girl in North Carolina named Emmalee :D
Met a girl in Illinois named Kenzie :)
Met a girl in Flagstaff, Arizona named Megan
Met a guy in Alberta, Canada named Henry XD
Met a guy in Sweden named Alex
Met a guy in Japan named Hiro
Met a very sweet, sad girl in France... :( I hope she's okay.
Met a guy in Seoul, South Korea named Jyuun Lee.
Met a bloke from England. :D
Met a girl from England, helped her fulfill her darkest fantasy. xD! intense. she's happy now.
Met a guy from Kentucky named Jake
Met a girl from India named Seerat. :D
Met an old man from Canada. Made me laugh. :)
Met a girl from the Appalachian Mountains named Robin. xD!
Met a sophisticated lady in the US. Hard time keeping up with her pessimism.
Met a girl named Andre' from Paris, France. Showed me the Eiffel Tower from her window. xD! Merci.
Met a guy named Austin in Tennesse. :D
Met a man named Philippe from France. :) I appreciate his awesomeness. xD!
Met a girl named Megan from Washington D.C. :)
Met a girl from Sweden named Iris.
Met a guy from Sweden named Pontus
Met a girl from California named Swee
Met a girl from Turkey named Begüm! :)
Met a couple from Canada named Roger and Alice. ;) Good one, eh?
Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
100%
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street neighborhood, I walked past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near twenties, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"
"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Strange."
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say?
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% perfect boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm twenty-six, and that's what growing older is all about.
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.
Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl fifteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
They were too bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was twenty-six, the girl twenty-three.
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the neighborhood. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of eight years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?
Yes, that's it,that is what I should have said to her.
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near twenties, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own particular favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the next table to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no one can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"
"I don't know. I can't seem to remember anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Strange."
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock build when peace filled the world.
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woody Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say?
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% perfect boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm twenty-six, and that's what growing older is all about.
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.
Oh, well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl fifteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you're the 100% perfect girl for me."
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. When they awoke, their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
They were too bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was twenty-six, the girl twenty-three.
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the neighborhood. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of eight years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?
Yes, that's it,that is what I should have said to her.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Road Talk
In US history, a group of friends and I were talking.. XD! serious conv. xD!
Whenever you drive on a trip, there's always these type of signs..As you come to a halt, there's a route going Left and there's one on going right. Where's your destination? Short or Long? Are you hoping for to make it through the other side?
Plain and Simple, it could also symbolize a greater value to us.. some friends and I were discussing about this in US History awhile back and I just wanted to share it with you.
Shelby: Life- Life has its ups and downs. "Road Wise" It's like a speed bump. Every speed bump has its troubles.
Paolo: True, but you know.. some people tend to find another route to get over those bumps.
Connor: Fuck this man, I don't even know.. I'd rather jump those bumps just I could continue on with my life. Why are we talkinga bout this anyways?
Sarah: It's a good topic!
Shelby: Well then, they're a bunch of maniacs. People tend to find an easier way to get rid of the problem other than attacking it full on. Sometimes, Life has its way of showing you what you can do and how you manage to solve it... What's your opinion about life, anyone?
Paolo: Ooh.. -stares at the board for a moment-.. Life? Chances. We're all here by chance. We're born to experience living. live.. Breathing, finding love, stress.. these? It's always like that.. Once we lived our lives, the next one comes along and follows your actions. let them experince life through their own eyes.. You know what I mean?
Shelby: I don't believe that those words are yours. Just saying!
Connor: He's Asian, he's like Buddha.
Sarah: Hahaha
Paolo: LOL..I know.. Mind-boggling.. I know you guys know me as a pervert and all, but come on.. dig deeper, I'm really just.. blargh. xD!
Shelby: MOVING ON!! Okay, Relationship wise..
Paolo: -wince- fuck.. not THAT! D:
Shelby: Why? I think this fork on the road talk fits perfectly. You know what I can't stand. Girls who think they're all shit and can get whatever they want..
Paolo: That's you.. :l
Shelby: -grabs a book and slaps with it- Fuck you! D:< As I was saying... Well, I don't really know what to say.. Do you guys have any?
Connor: Shoot, My girlfriend and I would walk the same path. I wouldn't want to seperate with her.
Sarah: I think it's best to stay together..
Paolo: I don't think so.. Let them go..
Shelby: Why would you say that..
ARE YOU READERS READY! THIS WAS HELLA LONG! D: XD! IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY! :l
"Sometimes, I don't think that you should stay together. Sometimes it's best to leave a little gap for them to breathe too. You know how parents always say that they want the best for their kids and that they're placing them in a safe path for their culture.. Along the way, LIFE can just barge in and set the child off course.. putting it this way, relationship is based on communication and trust, right? Without those it's over... Walk together, be with each other... but as time goes, there's going to be the walk when there'll be a fork in the road.. She wants to go left, You want to go right.. No matter how much you try and decide where, she or he will be against it because they want to see what's there... Are you all following me?"
Connor: Somewhat..
Sarah: But why seperate?
Paolo: Because they want to give off chance.. You realize that they may be right about something, and as you let them go.. they'll smile and tell you, "everything will be alright" You take your mind off of things, you go right and they go left.. hoping that the road you'll be taking will meet with theirs soon... someday..
Shelby: Wait, so.. you're saying that you let them go because you want to make sure that they'll meet with you halfway in the future and pick up from where you left off? Wow. That's a bit crucial.. What's on your mind..
Connor: Damn.. Sounds a bit risky. Well either way, i wouldn't want to let go.
Sarah: Paolo may be right.. You might not want to, but you wouldn't know about their decision.
Mr. Rosenbalm: I've been listening to your conversation for the last 10 minutes, and I don't think this is anything to do with the Roaring 20s.
Us: We're doing it! Yeah! We're on it.. What page was it again!?
THERE YA GO... :l xD!
What do you think though.. what's your thing about Forks in the road? Care to share? XD!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Transcendentalist
Something I came up during my Transcendentalism project...
Clouds. I was in my backyard, laying down and I looked up and saw clouds. A cloud is a visible mass of droplets, right? Well. I saw this tiny cloud passing by, then it hit me... is it possible to see this cloud somewhere else? I mean.. someone far, a different city or country. will they be able to see the same cloud that I'm seeing? I suppose that it's possible, but... I get the feeling that as the wind blows, the shape of it changes and it moves along with the rest of the wave..
Alone. Being alone has its ups and downs.
Ups- You tend to think a lot just by being alone. I work better when I'm alone.
Downs- Ohh man.. XD!
I confined myself in my room for 5 days, all the lights are off.. Since, my parents supported this, I didn't eat at all. The routine was School then Room. They leave work really early, so I have the house to myself till 2 AM. I can walk around the house, and just sat around. It's very quiet, and eerie.. Then, I started to get REALLY, REALLY, REALLY depressed. It's normal when you're alone. It just happens... I sat around and think, Positive feedbacks became negative. I wrote everything down on my spiral..
here's two:
I don't want to be happy anymore. People are smiling at you, you force yourself to smile just so they won't see that broken look on your face. Amazing, right? <--that feeling just popped up. I laughed so hard. XD!
"I kind of tend to talk to myself when I feel down. weird..." MOVE ON.. MOVE ON... XD!
I still think that turning off the electricity for a month makes it a reasonable way and proper way to show Earth Day, but who's willing to listen? People tend to be more selfish and focus more on the materialistic things. Are Phones really that important? No. But Mobile phones now became a necessity for life. We use it to keep in touch of people, better way to communicate. :)
When I heard about this project and simplicity. HELL YAH! I jumped and focused on being alone, and not using any electronic gadgets. (though it's fucking hypocritical of me.. i'm using a computer to post in on a blog. XD!)
What else.. was there... =/ i had so many things.. I was thinking like Thoreau and Emerson. XD! i was on a roll...
A thought came up to me.. lol.. imagine if we walked around talking in opera? haha that's silly..
LOL. I had a lot of alone thoughts. They were very strong, then my nose started bleeding. it was a sign to shut me up. XD!
I walked around the neighborhood for hours. Noon till Night. I looked up and saw stars. I stopped for a moment, and just gaze up..though, i'm in a suburban area.. the night sky was full of stars. Big and small stars glittering, then a slow plane came flying by. I smiled at this... Nature is good, huh? XD! THOUGH, I could've lived in the forest in Oyster Creek Park! The woods. :l BUT I get to spend time just walking around, it felt cool...
This project made me realize a lot of things. I learned something from it, and it makes me happy. This was a great opportunity for me. I won't forget the experience...
Though, I can just put out that Emerson and Thoreau would be very displeased to find out that our society hasn't really encourage Transcendentalism, we more tend to be... materialistic and you know, society has its ways to conform you in a way. It's never ending. Change happens.
Change... An old story has it that as we go through life, we really dont change. We just become more of the same. If you look around you as the years go by and it seems a very valid premise. People dont change. As a matter of fact, most of us resist change very strongly. Yet change is a sure thing, the only variable is rate. Slow we read as 'Evolution', and fast as 'Revolution'.
Kudos. :)
Clouds. I was in my backyard, laying down and I looked up and saw clouds. A cloud is a visible mass of droplets, right? Well. I saw this tiny cloud passing by, then it hit me... is it possible to see this cloud somewhere else? I mean.. someone far, a different city or country. will they be able to see the same cloud that I'm seeing? I suppose that it's possible, but... I get the feeling that as the wind blows, the shape of it changes and it moves along with the rest of the wave..
Alone. Being alone has its ups and downs.
Ups- You tend to think a lot just by being alone. I work better when I'm alone.
Downs- Ohh man.. XD!
I confined myself in my room for 5 days, all the lights are off.. Since, my parents supported this, I didn't eat at all. The routine was School then Room. They leave work really early, so I have the house to myself till 2 AM. I can walk around the house, and just sat around. It's very quiet, and eerie.. Then, I started to get REALLY, REALLY, REALLY depressed. It's normal when you're alone. It just happens... I sat around and think, Positive feedbacks became negative. I wrote everything down on my spiral..
here's two:
I don't want to be happy anymore. People are smiling at you, you force yourself to smile just so they won't see that broken look on your face. Amazing, right? <--that feeling just popped up. I laughed so hard. XD!
"I kind of tend to talk to myself when I feel down. weird..." MOVE ON.. MOVE ON... XD!
I still think that turning off the electricity for a month makes it a reasonable way and proper way to show Earth Day, but who's willing to listen? People tend to be more selfish and focus more on the materialistic things. Are Phones really that important? No. But Mobile phones now became a necessity for life. We use it to keep in touch of people, better way to communicate. :)
When I heard about this project and simplicity. HELL YAH! I jumped and focused on being alone, and not using any electronic gadgets. (though it's fucking hypocritical of me.. i'm using a computer to post in on a blog. XD!)
What else.. was there... =/ i had so many things.. I was thinking like Thoreau and Emerson. XD! i was on a roll...
A thought came up to me.. lol.. imagine if we walked around talking in opera? haha that's silly..
LOL. I had a lot of alone thoughts. They were very strong, then my nose started bleeding. it was a sign to shut me up. XD!
I walked around the neighborhood for hours. Noon till Night. I looked up and saw stars. I stopped for a moment, and just gaze up..though, i'm in a suburban area.. the night sky was full of stars. Big and small stars glittering, then a slow plane came flying by. I smiled at this... Nature is good, huh? XD! THOUGH, I could've lived in the forest in Oyster Creek Park! The woods. :l BUT I get to spend time just walking around, it felt cool...
This project made me realize a lot of things. I learned something from it, and it makes me happy. This was a great opportunity for me. I won't forget the experience...
Though, I can just put out that Emerson and Thoreau would be very displeased to find out that our society hasn't really encourage Transcendentalism, we more tend to be... materialistic and you know, society has its ways to conform you in a way. It's never ending. Change happens.
Change... An old story has it that as we go through life, we really dont change. We just become more of the same. If you look around you as the years go by and it seems a very valid premise. People dont change. As a matter of fact, most of us resist change very strongly. Yet change is a sure thing, the only variable is rate. Slow we read as 'Evolution', and fast as 'Revolution'.
Kudos. :)
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
English Writing. DRAFT.
I wrote something a long time ago in English Class.. I forgot what this was.. :l sad.
He threw with all his might, but as the third stone came skipping back he sighed as he watches it sink below the cold, tempting water. He settles himself onto the grass and watches idly at his surroundings. The sound of the living creatures within the river, and the flowing waters trickling down from the open lake; the birds chirping upon the tree branches, the soft murmur of the wind whispering through his ears. Everything around him was too perfect.
“Hello, Are you alone,” A girl’s voice interrupted the boy’s thoughts. He turns around and gasps, he blushes. She smiles tenderly at him, gripping tightly on to the teddy bear in her arms, hugging it tightly, as if it was a newborn baby. Though he remains quiet, she continues to smile at him.
“Mary!” A woman’s voice calls out to the forest. The girl gasps and looks behind her and looks at the boy awkwardly.
“I have to go.” Her face comes into a frown and looks at him. She waves weakly at him, and slowly walks out of the forest. The boy looks at where she stood and finds a locket on the ground. He stands up, picks it and smiles.
As many years went by, he found her again. He courted her and asked her to be his wife. Happily married for thirty years, the grandchildren huddled around their grandparents and one of them said, “Tell us a story of you and grandfather met.”
The old woman smiles and looked at her husband, tightly squeezed his hand in hers and said, “It was a strange day in July…”
He threw with all his might, but as the third stone came skipping back he sighed as he watches it sink below the cold, tempting water. He settles himself onto the grass and watches idly at his surroundings. The sound of the living creatures within the river, and the flowing waters trickling down from the open lake; the birds chirping upon the tree branches, the soft murmur of the wind whispering through his ears. Everything around him was too perfect.
“Hello, Are you alone,” A girl’s voice interrupted the boy’s thoughts. He turns around and gasps, he blushes. She smiles tenderly at him, gripping tightly on to the teddy bear in her arms, hugging it tightly, as if it was a newborn baby. Though he remains quiet, she continues to smile at him.
“Mary!” A woman’s voice calls out to the forest. The girl gasps and looks behind her and looks at the boy awkwardly.
“I have to go.” Her face comes into a frown and looks at him. She waves weakly at him, and slowly walks out of the forest. The boy looks at where she stood and finds a locket on the ground. He stands up, picks it and smiles.
As many years went by, he found her again. He courted her and asked her to be his wife. Happily married for thirty years, the grandchildren huddled around their grandparents and one of them said, “Tell us a story of you and grandfather met.”
The old woman smiles and looked at her husband, tightly squeezed his hand in hers and said, “It was a strange day in July…”
Friday, November 12, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
A Solemn Premise
The fact that life moves on and it's never ending, like the never ending of clouds or the breath that you take, the pump of a heart.. it's never ending, never ends. until...something from an outside force stops us. Life may move on, but Life may end. Confusing, well take it to consideration everything is so confusing.
(was I high?)
(was I high?)
Monday, November 1, 2010
November
Here's to you..
Death Anniversaries to my Grandparents, my family.. my brother. I wish I was there to light candles for you.
Here's to you..
to everyone..
Death Anniversaries to my Grandparents, my family.. my brother. I wish I was there to light candles for you.
Here's to you..
to everyone..
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
just writing...
Have you ever felt so trapped? You just can't hold on any longer and you feel like you want to let something go? It's inevitable.
I'm trapped. I'm in my forest. Yes, it's a forest. I'm surrounded by my own problems. Uncertainities. Just everyday bull shit. I'm alone. This is just something that I get to have and have to face. This forest consist of the natural beauties of the world. Wild flowers that shows my existance. Trees that have been in Earth for millions of years, standing proudly and strong. I'm trapped in it because I can't find my own way out. It may be my forest, but I'm just so lost. I'm lost without someone to guide me...
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Have you imagined yourself somewhere? somewhere where people least expect you to be? I wanted so many places. One time, I imagined myself among the stars. What does that mean? No, i'm not dead. I just wanted to lay in space..floating into the vast, never ending expansion of space with those tiny speckles of light, miles and miles away from you...What about the moon? No, The moon has been tampered with. Though there are times when you look at the moon, You can't help but smile at it because it exist. Did you know that the moon is moving away from the Earth 1/8 every year? That's not cool...
Oh I remembered, A friend and I were discussing about if you died, how and where do you want to be buried.
I told him. I want to be cremated and be sent to the moon. He looked at me funny and asked why would you want to be sent to the moon.
You know how when you're dead, some people can sense that YOU still exist subconsciously. But you have no beating heart. A remnant of people's thoughts...
That's how the moon is. Every morning..probably like around 4-6 o'clock in the morning, you look up. you see the sun shining from the East and..somewhere you can still see the moon, but visible enough? That's why... I want to be in the moon too...it makes no sense, but..it seems logical to me..
Where do you want to be?? AND IF you were to die, how and where would you want to be buried?
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You don't have to worry about the things that happening around you because really no one gives a fuck about you. lol. you should keep that in mind.. I remember a friend of mine saying that to me, and it's stuck in me. Hardest opinion ever.. But afterwards, he found his happiness and went all hypcritical. XD!
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Waking up isn't as fun now. XD! it's just wake up and then realize something isn't as right. that's kind of lame.
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say i love you. :)
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I can't write anymore.. lol...i'll try and add some more on here.
What you think? eh? eh? eh? No?! oh.. okay. D:< XD!
I'm trapped. I'm in my forest. Yes, it's a forest. I'm surrounded by my own problems. Uncertainities. Just everyday bull shit. I'm alone. This is just something that I get to have and have to face. This forest consist of the natural beauties of the world. Wild flowers that shows my existance. Trees that have been in Earth for millions of years, standing proudly and strong. I'm trapped in it because I can't find my own way out. It may be my forest, but I'm just so lost. I'm lost without someone to guide me...
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Have you imagined yourself somewhere? somewhere where people least expect you to be? I wanted so many places. One time, I imagined myself among the stars. What does that mean? No, i'm not dead. I just wanted to lay in space..floating into the vast, never ending expansion of space with those tiny speckles of light, miles and miles away from you...What about the moon? No, The moon has been tampered with. Though there are times when you look at the moon, You can't help but smile at it because it exist. Did you know that the moon is moving away from the Earth 1/8 every year? That's not cool...
Oh I remembered, A friend and I were discussing about if you died, how and where do you want to be buried.
I told him. I want to be cremated and be sent to the moon. He looked at me funny and asked why would you want to be sent to the moon.
You know how when you're dead, some people can sense that YOU still exist subconsciously. But you have no beating heart. A remnant of people's thoughts...
That's how the moon is. Every morning..probably like around 4-6 o'clock in the morning, you look up. you see the sun shining from the East and..somewhere you can still see the moon, but visible enough? That's why... I want to be in the moon too...it makes no sense, but..it seems logical to me..
Where do you want to be?? AND IF you were to die, how and where would you want to be buried?
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You don't have to worry about the things that happening around you because really no one gives a fuck about you. lol. you should keep that in mind.. I remember a friend of mine saying that to me, and it's stuck in me. Hardest opinion ever.. But afterwards, he found his happiness and went all hypcritical. XD!
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Waking up isn't as fun now. XD! it's just wake up and then realize something isn't as right. that's kind of lame.
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say i love you. :)
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I can't write anymore.. lol...i'll try and add some more on here.
What you think? eh? eh? eh? No?! oh.. okay. D:< XD!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Dear Me
Dear me,
you really fucked up this year, huh. You're so full of shit. I hope you have enough time to just really fuck yourself over. :DDDD
Love, Me
PS. I think you should die, asshole. :)
you really fucked up this year, huh. You're so full of shit. I hope you have enough time to just really fuck yourself over. :DDDD
Love, Me
PS. I think you should die, asshole. :)
Monday, August 16, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Soon...
A couple sat under the starry sky, the boyfriend suddenly held the girlfriend's face and smiled at her.The boyfriend gave a challenge to his girlfriend to live a day without him. No communications at all and said if she passed it, He'll love her forever. The girlfriend was confused but she agreed to do so..
The next day, the girlfriend did not text or call him the whole day. Without
knowing that her boyfriend has only twenty-four hours to live because he's suffering from a form cancer.....
The girlfriend excitedly went to her boyfriend's house the next day, hoping to see him and tell him that she did a wonderful job.
Tears fell as she saw her boyfriend laying in a coffin with a note attached to the side saying, "You did it baby, can you do it everyday? I love you"
.....
The next day, the girlfriend did not text or call him the whole day. Without
knowing that her boyfriend has only twenty-four hours to live because he's suffering from a form cancer.....
The girlfriend excitedly went to her boyfriend's house the next day, hoping to see him and tell him that she did a wonderful job.
Tears fell as she saw her boyfriend laying in a coffin with a note attached to the side saying, "You did it baby, can you do it everyday? I love you"
.....
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Cafe
I'm going to make a story using the soundtracks on the right hand corner. I hope it goes well. I'll give it a try, okay? The story is going to be based by the sounds. Comment. :3 thank you.
"We delight in the promise of falling for love.
We crumble in the dread of falling from love.
Everyone falls. Everything falls"
1.Morning Waltz (The traveler)
He was a loner. A wondering traveler. He had too much in his mind and wanted to settle to what was bothering him.he needed time to think about what's going. He sees a nearby cafe and walks inside.
He settled himself on a booth and quietly observed the place. such ambience. he scanned around the faces inside. he sees people smiling and laughing, others mopey and in their own world. He sees couples kissing and holding, a man on his phone. Realizing at how beautiful it was to see this types of behavior towards one another, it brings him pain that these people would never know that he existed, and that he was there for a moment. He doesn't want to anyway... "excuse me sir..- his thoughts were broken. he looked and met eyes with her...
2. Disquieted (her Story)
She's the waitress in the cafe. It's always the same old routine for her. she serves to whoever in there needed something. She loves her job. seeing how the people around her smiles and laughs, the people she meets. She loved everything about it. She didnt want change. She wanted to be free from it. She didn't know that her daily routine would change today after seeing him walking into a booth. She placed a smile on her lips and walked to him. "excuse me sir.." his green eyes met with hers. her heart stopped.
3. Our Moments Together (together)
He looked at her and flashed her a quiet smile. She smiled back brightly and looks at him. She couldn't help but blush at how he looked. She fiddled with her pen, and asked again.
"may I take your order...?"
"Coffee, please." he smiled.
She nodded and walked away. Her smile didn't move away from that face.
4. Beneath the Rain (feelings)
She watches him go and take a sip. The way his eyes glisten when he's in deep thought. She couldn't help but stare at him. She knew it was wrong, but her heart told her so. The laughter around her began to murmur; she was in her own world.
5. Prelude to Departure (Thinking)
For minutes he just eyed the coffee. He couldn't stop thinking about the things that are bothering him. He closed his eyes and listened to the people around him. the laughs, the whispers. he couldn't help but smile. But he knew the feeling will end once he decides to accept his decision. A lot of things are bothering him, and he just couldn't figure out on what to do.
6. Lingering, Letting (Passion)
Her mind has started to take its toll on her. All she could ever think of is him. The way he smiled at her, the way he moves and holds his cup. Although so little movements, she knows who he was. he was a loner, a wanderer. She couldn't stand it. She frowned that knowing that he wasn't going to stay...
7. When she left (Realizing)
He doesn't want to let go. He knew that if he did. he'll start anew. change, attitude and charisma. He will become someone else. He looked at the coffee and took a sip. it's almost empty. his time was coming.
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She was off time. The orders came coming and coming. she served from left to right. she was on a grave yard shift. She still seems fine. her smile reaches out to everyone.
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His averted and stared at the waitress from awhile back. He couldn't help but smile at her. The way she talks and smile to the other customers. He shaked his head. He grabbed his pack and stood.
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She turned around and finds him standing infront of her. She smiles and looks at him.
He looks at her and smiles.
"Thank you for the coffee."
"you're welcome."
he nodded and left...
8. At Musing's End
She cleaned up his table when he left. She watched as he went to a corner and disappeared. she smiled at him and continued her job..
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well..i don't know. XD! what do you think? :3
"We delight in the promise of falling for love.
We crumble in the dread of falling from love.
Everyone falls. Everything falls"
1.Morning Waltz (The traveler)
He was a loner. A wondering traveler. He had too much in his mind and wanted to settle to what was bothering him.he needed time to think about what's going. He sees a nearby cafe and walks inside.
He settled himself on a booth and quietly observed the place. such ambience. he scanned around the faces inside. he sees people smiling and laughing, others mopey and in their own world. He sees couples kissing and holding, a man on his phone. Realizing at how beautiful it was to see this types of behavior towards one another, it brings him pain that these people would never know that he existed, and that he was there for a moment. He doesn't want to anyway... "excuse me sir..- his thoughts were broken. he looked and met eyes with her...
2. Disquieted (her Story)
She's the waitress in the cafe. It's always the same old routine for her. she serves to whoever in there needed something. She loves her job. seeing how the people around her smiles and laughs, the people she meets. She loved everything about it. She didnt want change. She wanted to be free from it. She didn't know that her daily routine would change today after seeing him walking into a booth. She placed a smile on her lips and walked to him. "excuse me sir.." his green eyes met with hers. her heart stopped.
3. Our Moments Together (together)
He looked at her and flashed her a quiet smile. She smiled back brightly and looks at him. She couldn't help but blush at how he looked. She fiddled with her pen, and asked again.
"may I take your order...?"
"Coffee, please." he smiled.
She nodded and walked away. Her smile didn't move away from that face.
4. Beneath the Rain (feelings)
She watches him go and take a sip. The way his eyes glisten when he's in deep thought. She couldn't help but stare at him. She knew it was wrong, but her heart told her so. The laughter around her began to murmur; she was in her own world.
5. Prelude to Departure (Thinking)
For minutes he just eyed the coffee. He couldn't stop thinking about the things that are bothering him. He closed his eyes and listened to the people around him. the laughs, the whispers. he couldn't help but smile. But he knew the feeling will end once he decides to accept his decision. A lot of things are bothering him, and he just couldn't figure out on what to do.
6. Lingering, Letting (Passion)
Her mind has started to take its toll on her. All she could ever think of is him. The way he smiled at her, the way he moves and holds his cup. Although so little movements, she knows who he was. he was a loner, a wanderer. She couldn't stand it. She frowned that knowing that he wasn't going to stay...
7. When she left (Realizing)
He doesn't want to let go. He knew that if he did. he'll start anew. change, attitude and charisma. He will become someone else. He looked at the coffee and took a sip. it's almost empty. his time was coming.
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She was off time. The orders came coming and coming. she served from left to right. she was on a grave yard shift. She still seems fine. her smile reaches out to everyone.
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His averted and stared at the waitress from awhile back. He couldn't help but smile at her. The way she talks and smile to the other customers. He shaked his head. He grabbed his pack and stood.
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She turned around and finds him standing infront of her. She smiles and looks at him.
He looks at her and smiles.
"Thank you for the coffee."
"you're welcome."
he nodded and left...
8. At Musing's End
She cleaned up his table when he left. She watched as he went to a corner and disappeared. she smiled at him and continued her job..
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well..i don't know. XD! what do you think? :3
Saturday, July 10, 2010
a little longer
"A little longer..."
"just a bit more, right?"
"When exactly?"
"I don't care! I can wait for it. When you're with me
it doesn't matter.
"..promise?"
"Did I ever break a promise?"
"numerous times, yes, but i'm always giving you a lot of chances.."
"you're too kind.."
"just for you.."
The boy laughed, the girl giggled....
HEY!
I don't want to go. don't push me away...I WILL keep my promises! that would just fuck up if I ever leave without doing something right, right? I don't want to hurt you anymore. so let me stay, okay?
I don't want those promises to be unententional. I don't want to break them. I don't.
So just a bit longer. hold on. :3
"just a bit more, right?"
"When exactly?"
"I don't care! I can wait for it. When you're with me
it doesn't matter.
"..promise?"
"Did I ever break a promise?"
"numerous times, yes, but i'm always giving you a lot of chances.."
"you're too kind.."
"just for you.."
The boy laughed, the girl giggled....
HEY!
I don't want to go. don't push me away...I WILL keep my promises! that would just fuck up if I ever leave without doing something right, right? I don't want to hurt you anymore. so let me stay, okay?
I don't want those promises to be unententional. I don't want to break them. I don't.
So just a bit longer. hold on. :3
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
see?
it's so comfy being in bed, but annoying because you're in the hospital. xD!
I wonder when I'll be it...mm...it's cold.
I wonder when I'll be it...mm...it's cold.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
:S =/
tiring....lol. i'm always getting sick. it's annoying. D: lol. i have nothing to write. it's so baaad..oh wait! i gots one..hang on..
A couple are laying in bed giggling and laughing. The covers tightly on their flesh, they breath with the same sync of air. The guy smiles and stares at the girl, panting. She smiles back at him.
She touches his cheeks, smiling.
"you're the best!"
He looks at her, wrapping his arms around her waist laughing.
"what did i do?"
She smiles, shaking her head. pulling him into a kiss. He replies back, pulling her close to him. she kisses his cheek, and buries her head onto his chest, tightly clutching onto his shirt.
He strokes her back and lays his head on top of her head.
"..I love you.." he says to the girl. The girl tightly shakes her head, closing her eyes. tightly holding onto his shirt.
"don't go.." she pleaded, whimpering.
"I...I have to.." he whispers back, stroking her hair
"...but..but...I-"
"wake up.." he smiles
The girl sits up from the bed, gasping for air. She looks at the picture from her bed side. her face turns to a frown. covering her face...the time reads 7:30. School starts in an hour.
She gets ready.
although the painful, yet memorable moments they have together still lingers in her mind. she knew she had to move on..and start fresh.
yah. well..i don't know...sorry for that! story! I didn't mean to have it like that, i couldn't write it as I wanted it to be...but..ya! xD
A couple are laying in bed giggling and laughing. The covers tightly on their flesh, they breath with the same sync of air. The guy smiles and stares at the girl, panting. She smiles back at him.
She touches his cheeks, smiling.
"you're the best!"
He looks at her, wrapping his arms around her waist laughing.
"what did i do?"
She smiles, shaking her head. pulling him into a kiss. He replies back, pulling her close to him. she kisses his cheek, and buries her head onto his chest, tightly clutching onto his shirt.
He strokes her back and lays his head on top of her head.
"..I love you.." he says to the girl. The girl tightly shakes her head, closing her eyes. tightly holding onto his shirt.
"don't go.." she pleaded, whimpering.
"I...I have to.." he whispers back, stroking her hair
"...but..but...I-"
"wake up.." he smiles
The girl sits up from the bed, gasping for air. She looks at the picture from her bed side. her face turns to a frown. covering her face...the time reads 7:30. School starts in an hour.
She gets ready.
although the painful, yet memorable moments they have together still lingers in her mind. she knew she had to move on..and start fresh.
yah. well..i don't know...sorry for that! story! I didn't mean to have it like that, i couldn't write it as I wanted it to be...but..ya! xD
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Passage
I make you worry and sick. I make you depressed and down, and do you deserve it? No. You don't. It's all my fault. Because of me, you were like that...don't deny it because I know it's my fault.
Be happy, you need to be happy. it's always the best for everyone. with or without me. you're going to be happy. face it, that's just how the world really is. people are just like that, and it's the truth.
I know you will be happy because the only way for you to go is UP. Another will come and take you by the hand and swoop you off with their thoughts and feelings, and you will fall in love.
I will be okay.
Everything will be okay. Promise. Smile and be happy..
Be happy, you need to be happy. it's always the best for everyone. with or without me. you're going to be happy. face it, that's just how the world really is. people are just like that, and it's the truth.
I know you will be happy because the only way for you to go is UP. Another will come and take you by the hand and swoop you off with their thoughts and feelings, and you will fall in love.
I will be okay.
Everything will be okay. Promise. Smile and be happy..
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The Amazing-Mind Boggling Thought
What happened. Was there amiss? Did time just really hit us in the face, and actually moved to a year and things just came crashing down from there.
I'm delusional, afraid, worried, excited, discouraged, anxious. mixed feelings. The whole shit and everything just makes me want to wonder.
WHY?
What happened to those friends that said, "we'll be always there for you." and then you see them, they completely just ignore you and walk off to the other direction. breathless as they step away from the memories that they have been with..
What happened those days where everything was so carefree, and people didn't care about the things that don't matter to them and now, everything is just messed up because it wasn't as great as it was.
What ever happened to those promises. Are we just going to ignore it and move on with our lives and continue as if we're not even there anymore?
What ever happened to..EVERYTHING. It's completely messed up.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I don't know about the rest of thw world, but personally me, I'm afraid of this change. I wasn't expecting to see this. I didn't want this. I'm like a fucking kid for pete's sake. I look at everything from a child's perspective.....
Change is something we'll just have to do and I guess I didn't REALLY expect this to happen. everything has its time for something great. Change can be a good thing, or not. but it has its times when it could benefit...I just didn't expect it to be this fast.
What happened..what happened to us?
I'm delusional, afraid, worried, excited, discouraged, anxious. mixed feelings. The whole shit and everything just makes me want to wonder.
WHY?
What happened to those friends that said, "we'll be always there for you." and then you see them, they completely just ignore you and walk off to the other direction. breathless as they step away from the memories that they have been with..
What happened those days where everything was so carefree, and people didn't care about the things that don't matter to them and now, everything is just messed up because it wasn't as great as it was.
What ever happened to those promises. Are we just going to ignore it and move on with our lives and continue as if we're not even there anymore?
What ever happened to..EVERYTHING. It's completely messed up.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I don't know about the rest of thw world, but personally me, I'm afraid of this change. I wasn't expecting to see this. I didn't want this. I'm like a fucking kid for pete's sake. I look at everything from a child's perspective.....
Change is something we'll just have to do and I guess I didn't REALLY expect this to happen. everything has its time for something great. Change can be a good thing, or not. but it has its times when it could benefit...I just didn't expect it to be this fast.
What happened..what happened to us?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
....
I want to write something so crazy that i'll start babbling about it. i don't know. just anything out of the particular, and i wouldn't have to deal with this stupid feeling that i keep having.
i'm sick and tired of it. i'm not too creative. leave it be and just shut the fuck up, you know?
i'm sick and tired of it. i'm not too creative. leave it be and just shut the fuck up, you know?
Saturday, June 5, 2010
What to say...
What do you say when someone says, "I don't feel it anymore". that's a question that runs through me everyday because it's all downhill for me. i can't stop it. i don't want to think about it, but...what are the odds.
if it happens. it happens. that's life.
if it happens. it happens. that's life.
500 days of drama
I've watched 500 days of Summer. it's a really good movie. it's an indie film, it's sweet, dramatic and breath-taking.
Tom, the protagonist, believes in the whole fate, soul mate sort of divine intervention being. I mean seriously, watching the movie and how it was clearly proven that this man, this lonesome man, needed love. he works at this Greeting Card facility 3 to 4 years of his life, regretting not becoming a Architect. in fact, he didn't want to become one..because he was lonely.
Summer, the other protagonist, believes that there is no such thing as love and that's its so cliche, and things happen for a reason. miracles are over-rated. there's no point in being so caught up with everything. LIFE moves on as it is..
BUT the funny thing is that, for some old fashioned reason...these two got tangled up on each other. two opposite knuckleheads met and began to start having tiny feelings with each other. although, Tom, he wanted Summer. He "loved" Summer...Summer didn't partake in any of it because she's doubtful and wasn't really hoping to get in a relationship...yet.
I don't know. the movie was all too good to imagine.
love. what is there to say about it? Love has it's own meaning, people tend to show it in different ways, and you recieve it in another manner. but because that's how it's suppose to be...the outcome is always a predicament on whether it is worth it or not.
you can't put labels on people because of who they are. it's not the way it works, but people are just too closed minded to be themselves that they judge people because of their appearances.
i don't know why...i don't know why i'm writing this..it just came to me while i watching this, and i really wanted to write something...the feeling is gone. like most feelings are, you know?
the funny thing is that..although...although summer said she wasn't ready to fall in love. it's amazingly ironic that she got married in the end. and tom is just like, "i don't understand..."
just a train of thought. :)
Tom, the protagonist, believes in the whole fate, soul mate sort of divine intervention being. I mean seriously, watching the movie and how it was clearly proven that this man, this lonesome man, needed love. he works at this Greeting Card facility 3 to 4 years of his life, regretting not becoming a Architect. in fact, he didn't want to become one..because he was lonely.
Summer, the other protagonist, believes that there is no such thing as love and that's its so cliche, and things happen for a reason. miracles are over-rated. there's no point in being so caught up with everything. LIFE moves on as it is..
BUT the funny thing is that, for some old fashioned reason...these two got tangled up on each other. two opposite knuckleheads met and began to start having tiny feelings with each other. although, Tom, he wanted Summer. He "loved" Summer...Summer didn't partake in any of it because she's doubtful and wasn't really hoping to get in a relationship...yet.
I don't know. the movie was all too good to imagine.
love. what is there to say about it? Love has it's own meaning, people tend to show it in different ways, and you recieve it in another manner. but because that's how it's suppose to be...the outcome is always a predicament on whether it is worth it or not.
you can't put labels on people because of who they are. it's not the way it works, but people are just too closed minded to be themselves that they judge people because of their appearances.
i don't know why...i don't know why i'm writing this..it just came to me while i watching this, and i really wanted to write something...the feeling is gone. like most feelings are, you know?
the funny thing is that..although...although summer said she wasn't ready to fall in love. it's amazingly ironic that she got married in the end. and tom is just like, "i don't understand..."
just a train of thought. :)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
laugh out loud
no seriously just laugh out loud because i don't know. there's no point to be happy at times. you go down like the rest of the people. every millisecond, someone dies, someone gives birth, a couple gets married, soemone falls in love..etc. the whole wonderfuckland. it's amazing. purely amazing.
lol. i've lost my train of thought. but you know. just laugh out loud. don't worry. everything is okay. just take a sip and smile...smile for the world to know, that hell it's okay. really, no one would know.
:DDDDDDDDDD
lol. i've lost my train of thought. but you know. just laugh out loud. don't worry. everything is okay. just take a sip and smile...smile for the world to know, that hell it's okay. really, no one would know.
:DDDDDDDDDD
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Summer
Almost summmer. the warm breeze from the gulf hitting us. the tempreture rises to a scorching hot, sweaty day. but it's okay. that's the beauty of summer. she's back to let us feel her, smell her. just being around her makes everyone smile. the perfect season to just get away from it all. everyone has their own time for themselves to be free from work, school and even family. everything is yours for the taking.
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Summer is pretty much the season where students, working people have a break on thier own before going back to work and start from scratch all over again. I mean, being a teenager, summer is the only season that understands that BREAK comes first and that everything esle doesn't matter! Summer makes everyone come together!
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two lovers plan on going on an adventure together. after a long and excruciating pain of working, they can finally just relax and spend some time together. alone. a romantic getaway to a beach, perhaps? how about around the world? How about camping? nothing beats that!
I don't know. Summer is mostly my getaway from everything. just forgetting about school and just being blaah. I like sleep and wake up everyday and smile knowing that school wouldn't be starting two months from summer and that everyday I can sleep and be lazy for two months without anyone knowing. I would love to go somewhere and visit places, but...i'm too lazy! hopefully soon! I'd like to work out and do exercises! I want to get a bit swoll and taller that way i'll be okay. :D!
Summer, i love you. don't leave us again, okay? stay.
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Summer is pretty much the season where students, working people have a break on thier own before going back to work and start from scratch all over again. I mean, being a teenager, summer is the only season that understands that BREAK comes first and that everything esle doesn't matter! Summer makes everyone come together!--------------------------------------------------------------------
two lovers plan on going on an adventure together. after a long and excruciating pain of working, they can finally just relax and spend some time together. alone. a romantic getaway to a beach, perhaps? how about around the world? How about camping? nothing beats that!
I don't know. Summer is mostly my getaway from everything. just forgetting about school and just being blaah. I like sleep and wake up everyday and smile knowing that school wouldn't be starting two months from summer and that everyday I can sleep and be lazy for two months without anyone knowing. I would love to go somewhere and visit places, but...i'm too lazy! hopefully soon! I'd like to work out and do exercises! I want to get a bit swoll and taller that way i'll be okay. :D!
Summer, i love you. don't leave us again, okay? stay.
reflections of a skyline
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I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want want you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really dont' want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I wish and want.,.
I want to climb the tallest mountain. I want to dance all night. I want to stay up the whole day and still be hyper the next. I want to sleep in the rain. I want to go somwehere far. I want to watch the stars all night and watch the moon move as the clock reaches a specific time. I want to know everyone in the world. I want to cast shadows in the light. I want to fly an airplane. I want to drive a car. I want to scare little kids. I want to race an olympian. I want to chase the bees and them chasing me. I want to swim (but i can't). I wish to breathe underwater. I want to search for buried treasure. I want to travel under the depths of the ocean. I want to travel to the moon. I want to travel space. I wish I can fly. I wish I was superman. I want to be fat. I want to be thin. I want to super thin. I want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to get high. I want to get sober. I want to be excited. I want to have a house. I want to have a family. I want the things she wants. I want the things he wants. I want the world. I want peace. I wish for peace. I want to be the rain. I want to be the snow. I want to be the sun's ray. I want to be someone's smile. I want to be that mole on your face. I want to be that annoying hair that's always sticking up. I want to be somebody else. I want to be the sun. I wish for the world to be clean. I want to be a baby. I want to be old. I want to be a boyfriend. I want to be a best friend. I want to be a lover. I want to be a husband. I want to be a dad. I want three kids. I want that someone to have a perfect wedding. I want a romantic honeymoon. I want to go on trips. I want to travel the world in 80 days. I want to go to different places. I want to taste exotic foods. I want to eat durian without gagging on the smell. I wish I was 5'11. I want to be tall. I want to be short. I wish I was disabled. I want to be mute. I want to be blind. I want to be left-handed. I wish Ambidextrous. I want to see the world. I want to feel the world's pain. I wish world hunger would stop. I want to get AIDS. I want to have cancer. I want to sneeze. I wish to be successful, no..I want to be succesful. I want to be smart. I want to be dumb. I want to be a genius. I wish I was the one to find the cure for cancer. I want to hold a baby. I want to hug a depressed man or woman. I want to change someone. I want to prove somsone wrong. I wish I can win on something. I want to leave. I want to stay. I want to re-live the moment. I want to to live 300 years and see the world change and watch my love ones grow. I want to travel to time. I want to see emily. I wish emily was here. I want to love her. I want to hold her. I want everything she wants. I wish I was me. I wish I was her.....I want to be hers. :)
Wants and Wishes. they're not different. You can obtain things. It's never possible. nothing is impossible. if you are determined to do so, you can accomplish anything. anything in this world. you can. have faith and be happy.
Wants and Wishes. they're not different. You can obtain things. It's never possible. nothing is impossible. if you are determined to do so, you can accomplish anything. anything in this world. you can. have faith and be happy.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Emily
How long was it. 5 years? Where? GaiaOnline. I pulled a tab and logged on to my old account, and smiled at how many messages I have with "Sweet". I remembered she was trying to find a suitable name for her band. finally they named it band Winky's Willy, and how..she was watching a movie in surround sound and scared her completely and also waking up her mom up...she told me about her boyfriend, her cookies and her the jokes that she and I used to do together..
She's a friend, a best friend, she's someone you can trust. You can always count on her, although she forgets, she tries her best to do things her way. You can laugh, cry and even just do whatever you want with her. She's truly amazing...When you need tips about girls, she's there to give some out. When a guy has trouble, she's there...you have a problem, she has a solution. her friends call her crazy, but truly...she's that friend you can always lean on and someone you can always be yourself and not be judge because that's who she is...
She's a lover. She smiles sweetly at you and makes things too bright. She's ordinary, plain and simple...but with dreams of beooming someone. She takes you by the hand and lays in bed with you and listens to you sleeping. She whispers comforting words when troubled and laughs when you say something awkward. she's trusting, she's loving, she's emily.
She's not perfect. She's nothing special. She's just like the rest of us in this world, yet...she's one in a million that makes everyone happy for the way she is, and nothing makes it more better than her. through thick and thin, she's always there.
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her ideals, her passion, her mind, how great it is to listen to her think and wonder about everything that comes to her mind. I want what she wants.
though..there are some problems. I love what she hates, I worry when she's hurt. She worries, I push her away. when she's sad, I worry and cheer her up. When i'm sad, i leave. complete opposites, and yet..working together because our feelings are mutual.
Muruwa became Paolo, Sweet became Emily. :)
Do what you want and I will support you.
Be strong. if you can't be strong, i'll bere to make you stronger
If you want love, I'll give you ALL my love
I respect you. I do.
I love you.
Happy Birthday. :D
She's a friend, a best friend, she's someone you can trust. You can always count on her, although she forgets, she tries her best to do things her way. You can laugh, cry and even just do whatever you want with her. She's truly amazing...When you need tips about girls, she's there to give some out. When a guy has trouble, she's there...you have a problem, she has a solution. her friends call her crazy, but truly...she's that friend you can always lean on and someone you can always be yourself and not be judge because that's who she is...
She's a lover. She smiles sweetly at you and makes things too bright. She's ordinary, plain and simple...but with dreams of beooming someone. She takes you by the hand and lays in bed with you and listens to you sleeping. She whispers comforting words when troubled and laughs when you say something awkward. she's trusting, she's loving, she's emily.
She's not perfect. She's nothing special. She's just like the rest of us in this world, yet...she's one in a million that makes everyone happy for the way she is, and nothing makes it more better than her. through thick and thin, she's always there.
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her ideals, her passion, her mind, how great it is to listen to her think and wonder about everything that comes to her mind. I want what she wants.
though..there are some problems. I love what she hates, I worry when she's hurt. She worries, I push her away. when she's sad, I worry and cheer her up. When i'm sad, i leave. complete opposites, and yet..working together because our feelings are mutual.
Muruwa became Paolo, Sweet became Emily. :)
Do what you want and I will support you.
Be strong. if you can't be strong, i'll bere to make you stronger
If you want love, I'll give you ALL my love
I respect you. I do.
I love you.
Happy Birthday. :D
Monday, May 3, 2010
what comes to mind...
a little perhaps? XD! I'm going to lay off for a bit. things come and go. left and right. party out of sight ppppaaarrrty! XD lol...
what comes to my mind right now. I don't know! it's funny...it's your body, and yourself and yet..you kind of thinking who am I? it just makes me want to laugh because it's true an everyday it amazes me at how something inside of you is practically moving everyday. like you heart, for example, it will not stop beating until the day you die. when you sleep, it'll keep on beating. without it, your cheeks wouldn't blush, you wouldn't bleed...I'm getting off topic, but THIS is what comes to mind. XD
Do I overthink? A lot. Why? Who doesn't...everyone does, but sometimes..sometimes others try and shake it and make a fool of themselves and tell others that it's not worth their time at all...there's so many things that you could think about. ANYTHING!
Relationships..it's not important to some people. they don't need it. they don't care about it. that's why people tend to play around and wheel..god knows how many they are. I'LL BE HONEST..I'm too playful. REALLY playful..and it's not going too good, considering my girlfriend is like reading this at the moment. Ohh boy, i hope she's not like vein popping and clench gripping mode at the moment. I'll talk to her. I will. She trusts me. does she? No, I'll still have to prove to her that I can be trusted...little by little...
I love her.
Everyday she's just like right there on my mind and she's smiling and and..and..i can't stop. I don't want it to stop. let her play in my mind all day because she's really there...sometimes I overthink of the future: What's going to happen? Will it still be us? How will she think of me then? She's not getting tired of this, isn't she...there's more to it than that. we're working on it..
Somtimes..I worry if she'll ever accept the other side of me. I'm too afraid of that. She told me, "I don't deserve you if I don't like the worst of you..." but really, I don't. I really don't deserve this kind of love from her. she's just too amazing and she has dreams that she wants to do, and what am I...I want her to reach those because and I know she'll make it. She will. I know she will...I don't want her to see the worst of me, I try and give her the best of me because really, she wouldn't want that. I'll hurt her...
Mind
The Mind. The brain, the subconcious of you and the little being inside of you heard that talks to you when you're bored. Hahaha. I created a little dialogue in my head. it's about this couple. want to hear?!
Girl:.....
Boy: What's the matter?
Girl: I..I don't know. it's fine. don't worry.
Boy: Liar
Girl: ....
Boy: What are you thinking about?
Girl: ...i'm scared..
Boy: of..?
Girl: I don't want to lose you and it's been in my head for so long, and I can't. I don't want it.
Boy:....
HOLD IT! THIS IS TOO LONG! D:< MY LEFT HAND HURTS. LET ME JUST SAY THIS NOW IN PROPER ENGRISH~ XD!
"Baby, I don't know why you're doing this to yourself. I know the future is scaring us now. we control our future. we mak things happen today, so that way we have a future. Feelings change, yes...I'm afraid too. You have no idea. but please..let me..let me say that I'm not going to leave you. I will prove you wrong, we can do this..."
"Don't leave me..."
and then I see them hugging in the night and the poor girl holding tightly on the guy's chest and the guy's trying not to cry because he's a man. he doesn't cry...I beg to differ, it's okay to cry. XD
it's 12:30 now. I should've been asleep. That lesbian better not read this. she's going to be soo pissed. ms.worrywart...lol. ohh man.
I just wish that god, or whoever people tend to believe in, could just allow others to know how you really feel. even for just once...I mean wouldn't that really help a bit of our time. I want to feel what others feel, i don't care how strong it is. I want to be there! I want to laugh with someone, I'll cry with someone and even get anrgy with someone...I mean no matter how much you aant you to. I'm willing to see it.
...i'm starting to overthink again, and this time it's really bothering me. Maybe I should go and rest and come back later. plus, my left hand is hurting. my right is sort of taking a break. hahaha. i can raise it up a litte, but then it's like..ohh my god...i'll be back.
what comes to my mind right now. I don't know! it's funny...it's your body, and yourself and yet..you kind of thinking who am I? it just makes me want to laugh because it's true an everyday it amazes me at how something inside of you is practically moving everyday. like you heart, for example, it will not stop beating until the day you die. when you sleep, it'll keep on beating. without it, your cheeks wouldn't blush, you wouldn't bleed...I'm getting off topic, but THIS is what comes to mind. XD
Do I overthink? A lot. Why? Who doesn't...everyone does, but sometimes..sometimes others try and shake it and make a fool of themselves and tell others that it's not worth their time at all...there's so many things that you could think about. ANYTHING!
Relationships..it's not important to some people. they don't need it. they don't care about it. that's why people tend to play around and wheel..god knows how many they are. I'LL BE HONEST..I'm too playful. REALLY playful..and it's not going too good, considering my girlfriend is like reading this at the moment. Ohh boy, i hope she's not like vein popping and clench gripping mode at the moment. I'll talk to her. I will. She trusts me. does she? No, I'll still have to prove to her that I can be trusted...little by little...
I love her.
Everyday she's just like right there on my mind and she's smiling and and..and..i can't stop. I don't want it to stop. let her play in my mind all day because she's really there...sometimes I overthink of the future: What's going to happen? Will it still be us? How will she think of me then? She's not getting tired of this, isn't she...there's more to it than that. we're working on it..
Somtimes..I worry if she'll ever accept the other side of me. I'm too afraid of that. She told me, "I don't deserve you if I don't like the worst of you..." but really, I don't. I really don't deserve this kind of love from her. she's just too amazing and she has dreams that she wants to do, and what am I...I want her to reach those because and I know she'll make it. She will. I know she will...I don't want her to see the worst of me, I try and give her the best of me because really, she wouldn't want that. I'll hurt her...
Mind
The Mind. The brain, the subconcious of you and the little being inside of you heard that talks to you when you're bored. Hahaha. I created a little dialogue in my head. it's about this couple. want to hear?!
Girl:.....
Boy: What's the matter?
Girl: I..I don't know. it's fine. don't worry.
Boy: Liar
Girl: ....
Boy: What are you thinking about?
Girl: ...i'm scared..
Boy: of..?
Girl: I don't want to lose you and it's been in my head for so long, and I can't. I don't want it.
Boy:....
HOLD IT! THIS IS TOO LONG! D:< MY LEFT HAND HURTS. LET ME JUST SAY THIS NOW IN PROPER ENGRISH~ XD!
"Baby, I don't know why you're doing this to yourself. I know the future is scaring us now. we control our future. we mak things happen today, so that way we have a future. Feelings change, yes...I'm afraid too. You have no idea. but please..let me..let me say that I'm not going to leave you. I will prove you wrong, we can do this..."
"Don't leave me..."
and then I see them hugging in the night and the poor girl holding tightly on the guy's chest and the guy's trying not to cry because he's a man. he doesn't cry...I beg to differ, it's okay to cry. XD
it's 12:30 now. I should've been asleep. That lesbian better not read this. she's going to be soo pissed. ms.worrywart...lol. ohh man.
I just wish that god, or whoever people tend to believe in, could just allow others to know how you really feel. even for just once...I mean wouldn't that really help a bit of our time. I want to feel what others feel, i don't care how strong it is. I want to be there! I want to laugh with someone, I'll cry with someone and even get anrgy with someone...I mean no matter how much you aant you to. I'm willing to see it.
...i'm starting to overthink again, and this time it's really bothering me. Maybe I should go and rest and come back later. plus, my left hand is hurting. my right is sort of taking a break. hahaha. i can raise it up a litte, but then it's like..ohh my god...i'll be back.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Does he love her?
He follows along and listens to her telling him her day.
Does he love her?
She argues and makes a scene, yet he agrees that he's wrong and say she's right.
Does he love her?
He kisses her and holds her.
Does he love her?
He greets her everyday and tells her sweet dreams at night.
Does he love her?
He pushes her away when he's not feeling well and tells her that he's okay so she wouldn't worry.
Does he love her?
He pulls her close when she's down and keeps her there and doesn't make a sound.
Does he love her?
He tells her that she's only one for him.
Does he love her?
He whispers to her ears and kisses her neck, holding her cheeks and smother in the night.
Does he love her?
He sighs when she's away.
Does he love her?
He looks and stares at his phone to see she texts back.
Does he love her?
Does he love her?
She argues and makes a scene, yet he agrees that he's wrong and say she's right.
Does he love her?
He kisses her and holds her.
Does he love her?
He greets her everyday and tells her sweet dreams at night.
Does he love her?
He pushes her away when he's not feeling well and tells her that he's okay so she wouldn't worry.
Does he love her?
He pulls her close when she's down and keeps her there and doesn't make a sound.
Does he love her?
He tells her that she's only one for him.
Does he love her?
He whispers to her ears and kisses her neck, holding her cheeks and smother in the night.
Does he love her?
He sighs when she's away.
Does he love her?
He looks and stares at his phone to see she texts back.
Does he love her?
Friday, April 30, 2010
Remember
He sits on the rocking chair, smacking his lips together. the weary black eyes of his, lingers on, scanning the surroundings around him. he smiles just rocking himself away.
"Hello stranger," A woman's voice appeared from behind "Aren't you cold?" She walks beside of him and settles a hand on the man's shoulders. he turns his head and looks at the woman. the woman who has stood by him for 40 years. He smiles at her and takes her hand, leads her to her own seat.
"I'm not cold. I'm fine." He sneezes, the woman frowns.
"I don't believe you."
"you never do.." he lets out a chuckle and stares into her eyes, he grabs her hands again and kisses them, rubbing them to his, he sees her lips turn to a smile and looks back to the lawn and smiles....
"Do you remember when we were young and everything we could ever think about was just ourselves and we didn't care about anyone else?" the man lets out a chuckle
"Do you remember when I told you we wouldn't make it and yet you proved me wrong?" the lady smiles back, tightly sqeezing his hands.
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"I'm still proving it to you." he says, he turns around and holds her face, carressing her cheeks "I'm not stopping."
"All these years..you really stayed. I doubted you. I'm so ashamed." She rests her head on his hands, holding his hands to her cheek, closing her eyes. "I love you.."
"You don't have to be ashamed. We made it, didn't we? I love you very much. We have three wonderful children who are succcessful. It was the hardest trial of our lives, we made it. we pulled through. We had a lot problems, I wasn't too fatherly around them, I was so worked up about work. I was aiming for the best because I needed to support this family...BUT really, you deserve everything. All these years you've put up with me, you still amaze me withe evrything you do. though we're old and weary now, you're still the same girl that I was with since back. You're still my best friend today, my lover everyday, and a wife throughout...you didn't stop believing me, you supported me. you tutored me to grow."
He stops for a moment and looks at her, she smiles warmly at him, tears streaks down her face. he wipes rgem away and smiles at her. She stands up, she leads him back to the door, with the cane in hand, he stands and follows suit. Into the house they went...
"Hello stranger," A woman's voice appeared from behind "Aren't you cold?" She walks beside of him and settles a hand on the man's shoulders. he turns his head and looks at the woman. the woman who has stood by him for 40 years. He smiles at her and takes her hand, leads her to her own seat.
"I'm not cold. I'm fine." He sneezes, the woman frowns.
"I don't believe you."
"you never do.." he lets out a chuckle and stares into her eyes, he grabs her hands again and kisses them, rubbing them to his, he sees her lips turn to a smile and looks back to the lawn and smiles....
"Do you remember when we were young and everything we could ever think about was just ourselves and we didn't care about anyone else?" the man lets out a chuckle
"Do you remember when I told you we wouldn't make it and yet you proved me wrong?" the lady smiles back, tightly sqeezing his hands.
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"I'm still proving it to you." he says, he turns around and holds her face, carressing her cheeks "I'm not stopping."
"All these years..you really stayed. I doubted you. I'm so ashamed." She rests her head on his hands, holding his hands to her cheek, closing her eyes. "I love you.."
"You don't have to be ashamed. We made it, didn't we? I love you very much. We have three wonderful children who are succcessful. It was the hardest trial of our lives, we made it. we pulled through. We had a lot problems, I wasn't too fatherly around them, I was so worked up about work. I was aiming for the best because I needed to support this family...BUT really, you deserve everything. All these years you've put up with me, you still amaze me withe evrything you do. though we're old and weary now, you're still the same girl that I was with since back. You're still my best friend today, my lover everyday, and a wife throughout...you didn't stop believing me, you supported me. you tutored me to grow."
He stops for a moment and looks at her, she smiles warmly at him, tears streaks down her face. he wipes rgem away and smiles at her. She stands up, she leads him back to the door, with the cane in hand, he stands and follows suit. Into the house they went...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Staying
Will you stay with me?
Carressing my cheek, looking up at me, I look at her and nod, her cold hands with mine. I smile and let out a sigh, kissing her hands, kissing her cheek
She lets out a giggle, and looks at me. She bites her lip and she looks at me again and asks
Will you..please?
I rest my forehead against hers, i look at her deeply...I remained silent, our breathings in sync. I closed my eyes and I whispered soft, loving words to her that she may only hear.
Yet my answers are plain, she still worries about me leaving. I fear the same. She has no idea how important she is to me. I love her with all my heart. I worry, I go insane without her..
I love you. Stay.
I squeezed her hands tightly and pulled her into a loving kiss. I pulled away for a moment, I see her eyes twinkling. I wiped away the small tears and reassured her. I let out a smile, and she smiles warmly at me.
"Marry me.." I looked at her
She shakes her head and held my head to her chest. I let out a chuckle.
I'm staying. I am. Just hold on to me.
Hold-James Maginadaw
Carressing my cheek, looking up at me, I look at her and nod, her cold hands with mine. I smile and let out a sigh, kissing her hands, kissing her cheek
She lets out a giggle, and looks at me. She bites her lip and she looks at me again and asks
Will you..please?
I rest my forehead against hers, i look at her deeply...I remained silent, our breathings in sync. I closed my eyes and I whispered soft, loving words to her that she may only hear.
Yet my answers are plain, she still worries about me leaving. I fear the same. She has no idea how important she is to me. I love her with all my heart. I worry, I go insane without her..
I love you. Stay.
I squeezed her hands tightly and pulled her into a loving kiss. I pulled away for a moment, I see her eyes twinkling. I wiped away the small tears and reassured her. I let out a smile, and she smiles warmly at me.
"Marry me.." I looked at her
She shakes her head and held my head to her chest. I let out a chuckle.
I'm staying. I am. Just hold on to me.
Hold-James Maginadaw
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Her
A Boy's perspective towards the love his life as he progresses to be a man and as he gets older, he begins to realize the love and undying support from her and how at how many years have passed, he still holds on to her
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There she is. damn she's beautiful. look at her. her smile, her body, her tits. mmm..i can't just believe that girl is mine. i swear, i'm the luckiest guy in the world to have her with me. she's always there for me, and no matter what...i don't know what I would do without her. I'm not sure if i'm the right boyfriend for her, she's so smart and talented. She has a lot of dreams that would go to waste if she's with me..how am I going to have that...yet, she says she loves me and wants me to stay with her. I will hold on to that promise, baby..I will...
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Wow, she's so beautiful...her white dress. she's walking my way, I want to hug her and kiss her over and over, she stayed. she really did. we made it...i love her..
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There she is again, look at her, beautiful as always. her loving smile plasteered on her face, her eyes glistening with love. I know she's tired from last night with the kids, and I know she's ready to fall. After all these years of being together, the same girl that I met 20 years ago is here with me. Though weary and old, i can say, I am the luckiest man in this world to have such a loving and wonderful wife by his wide. I really owe it to her. I love her very much, and now..our love bore us 3 loving and hyper active children.
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The kids are gone, they're off to face their own lives. I smiled sweetly beside me as I watched the woman who's been with me for nearly 30 years, her once black hair now gray and shrivled, she's still the most beautiful woman in my life. She smiles at me and thanks me for everything that I've done for our family, I should be the one thanking her for staying with me all these years, putting up with me..being the divine being, a mother, a lover and a wife....and now, it's time for us to rest...I will always love this woman..
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Mom and Dad passed away 2 years ago. Who knew Dad kept a journal about Mom all this time. it's kind of funny at how he writes his journal, yet romantic of him to do so. Mom really loved Dad, he was always sweet and kind to her, always supporting her and holding her...Dad's really quiet when something is wrong, but Mom always has her ways of him to open up. Those two are always a couple..and you're right Dad, you DO love Mom.
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Always
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There she is. damn she's beautiful. look at her. her smile, her body, her tits. mmm..i can't just believe that girl is mine. i swear, i'm the luckiest guy in the world to have her with me. she's always there for me, and no matter what...i don't know what I would do without her. I'm not sure if i'm the right boyfriend for her, she's so smart and talented. She has a lot of dreams that would go to waste if she's with me..how am I going to have that...yet, she says she loves me and wants me to stay with her. I will hold on to that promise, baby..I will...
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Wow, she's so beautiful...her white dress. she's walking my way, I want to hug her and kiss her over and over, she stayed. she really did. we made it...i love her..
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There she is again, look at her, beautiful as always. her loving smile plasteered on her face, her eyes glistening with love. I know she's tired from last night with the kids, and I know she's ready to fall. After all these years of being together, the same girl that I met 20 years ago is here with me. Though weary and old, i can say, I am the luckiest man in this world to have such a loving and wonderful wife by his wide. I really owe it to her. I love her very much, and now..our love bore us 3 loving and hyper active children.
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The kids are gone, they're off to face their own lives. I smiled sweetly beside me as I watched the woman who's been with me for nearly 30 years, her once black hair now gray and shrivled, she's still the most beautiful woman in my life. She smiles at me and thanks me for everything that I've done for our family, I should be the one thanking her for staying with me all these years, putting up with me..being the divine being, a mother, a lover and a wife....and now, it's time for us to rest...I will always love this woman..
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Mom and Dad passed away 2 years ago. Who knew Dad kept a journal about Mom all this time. it's kind of funny at how he writes his journal, yet romantic of him to do so. Mom really loved Dad, he was always sweet and kind to her, always supporting her and holding her...Dad's really quiet when something is wrong, but Mom always has her ways of him to open up. Those two are always a couple..and you're right Dad, you DO love Mom.
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Always
Monday, April 26, 2010
.....
what's stopping someone from everything that they hope for and dream about. i mean in this world, people are straight out selfish and opinionated. truth. life is nothing without the real value of accepting defeat. false...love, what is love? it's not those corny, "oh it's a never ending river..." ohh how nice, how nice. it's truly a beutiful feeling to be loved, to know that somsone accepts you for you and won't resent you because of it. BUT why? why? why with the possibilities and doubts. though young and old it doesn't matter, we're facing the same deal.
"would you leave me?"
"I won't..."
"Will you let me stay with you?"
"Can I keep you forever..?"
Those. those quotes, loving, unconditional quotes that i'm holding on because I, too. love someone. saying it could mean obselete. proving it can do something about it, and do you think i'm going to stop then and there? absolutely not. Yes, we fall. we stand, we learn from those mistakes and try to make a better recover, so that you will not encounter the same problem. it's just the truth.
the doubts, i don't know. it's life, we think. we over think the POSSIBILITIES that that life gives us. it's not just one because a probability could mean like 900 combinanations, and each and every combinations consist an outcome that can change a bit, a little or BIIIIG in the future. our future. we're here, in the present, tomorrow is just there...we're only building a foundation...
"would you leave me?"
"I won't..."
"Will you let me stay with you?"
"Can I keep you forever..?"
Those. those quotes, loving, unconditional quotes that i'm holding on because I, too. love someone. saying it could mean obselete. proving it can do something about it, and do you think i'm going to stop then and there? absolutely not. Yes, we fall. we stand, we learn from those mistakes and try to make a better recover, so that you will not encounter the same problem. it's just the truth.
the doubts, i don't know. it's life, we think. we over think the POSSIBILITIES that that life gives us. it's not just one because a probability could mean like 900 combinanations, and each and every combinations consist an outcome that can change a bit, a little or BIIIIG in the future. our future. we're here, in the present, tomorrow is just there...we're only building a foundation...
I love you
"I love you.."
"do you really?"
"Yes, yes I do.."
"Prove it.."
"How?"
"Just prove it.."
"I really don't understand why I have to. you can't prove love."
"Yes, yes you can. prove to me that you love me."
"I can't prove it, but I can show it.."
"then show it to me."
"I can't show it, you have to feel it."
"make me feel it."
"you make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me cry and you make me weak. I show fear when you're with some other guy, and when you're with them, I hope that you're okay. I worry when you're sick, I cry when you cry, I love what you love, I hate what you hate...NOT really. haha..I feel when you're angry and you hold my arm. you look at me when you want something. I smile when you frown, not because I smile at your sadness, it's because I want you to smile...you love what I love, you hate what I love. we're opposite, but that doesn't stop me. I love you...I can't prove you that I love you, I can only prove to you that I am here for you and only you...."
".....I don't...do you really love me?"
"baby, you're my life.."
"..I love you..I love you so much.. _____"
"I'll love you forever.."
"do you really?"
"Yes, yes I do.."
"Prove it.."
"How?"
"Just prove it.."
"I really don't understand why I have to. you can't prove love."
"Yes, yes you can. prove to me that you love me."
"I can't prove it, but I can show it.."
"then show it to me."
"I can't show it, you have to feel it."
"make me feel it."
"you make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me cry and you make me weak. I show fear when you're with some other guy, and when you're with them, I hope that you're okay. I worry when you're sick, I cry when you cry, I love what you love, I hate what you hate...NOT really. haha..I feel when you're angry and you hold my arm. you look at me when you want something. I smile when you frown, not because I smile at your sadness, it's because I want you to smile...you love what I love, you hate what I love. we're opposite, but that doesn't stop me. I love you...I can't prove you that I love you, I can only prove to you that I am here for you and only you...."
".....I don't...do you really love me?"
"baby, you're my life.."
"..I love you..I love you so much.. _____"
"I'll love you forever.."
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Music
Music. music is the key to everything, a baby's cry is C natural or sharp, a lady's cry is always a flat or sharp, or everyone is..
I mean..study shows that letting an unborn child listen to music while the baby is still within the womb can show they're probability of becoming successful. it's music, and it's a never, on-going passion for it.
Now, have you wondered if music can also influence the why you are? I mean i can give out examples. when i was only 13 or so, I used to listen to Japanese Rock and Pop, I wore anime clothes, acted nerdy and dressed awkwardly. I was always talking about anime, and whenever it revolves around it, furthermore, i came to realize that my life revolved around being asian and my pride for being one made it impossible for me to be socially active to other race. it was a stupid outcome, and i managed to limit it. XD!
Now, as I became more and more transfixed outside of that. i became to be hyperactive and sorrounded with thousands of loving people. friends and family. surprisingly, i'm always up to listen anything that comes out of a radion, or a friend introducing me to newer bands.
I think Music can influence you by the way you are and shape up your points. don't you think?
I mean..study shows that letting an unborn child listen to music while the baby is still within the womb can show they're probability of becoming successful. it's music, and it's a never, on-going passion for it.
Now, have you wondered if music can also influence the why you are? I mean i can give out examples. when i was only 13 or so, I used to listen to Japanese Rock and Pop, I wore anime clothes, acted nerdy and dressed awkwardly. I was always talking about anime, and whenever it revolves around it, furthermore, i came to realize that my life revolved around being asian and my pride for being one made it impossible for me to be socially active to other race. it was a stupid outcome, and i managed to limit it. XD!
Now, as I became more and more transfixed outside of that. i became to be hyperactive and sorrounded with thousands of loving people. friends and family. surprisingly, i'm always up to listen anything that comes out of a radion, or a friend introducing me to newer bands.
I think Music can influence you by the way you are and shape up your points. don't you think?
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Promise
"Will you be there...?"
"Yes, I'll be there. I promise."
Never ever say I promise if you don't really mean it because REALLY you're trying to make it worse. especially to your special someone..
"Yes, I'll be there. I promise."
Never ever say I promise if you don't really mean it because REALLY you're trying to make it worse. especially to your special someone..
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Alone
I looked at the photos that I've kept. Our smiles plastered on the piece of paper, her eyes full of enthusiasm. I sighed, throwing it away. holding my head, i let out a tremndous sigh....
how could you?
I didn't know what I did...I..don't know what I've done to deserve this..
what was this about?
A rusted blade appears before my eyes, it lays there, calling out to me. I looks at the my wrists. it has been so long....
I loved you soo..
I grabbed the blade, and placed it onto my flesh...the memories of you play in my head, our laughter, our smiles, our cries. those unbearable moments with you...I slit the blade onto me, letting out a grunt. I watched as blood starts trickling down my arms.
I waited for my eternal slumber....
how could you?
I didn't know what I did...I..don't know what I've done to deserve this..
what was this about?
A rusted blade appears before my eyes, it lays there, calling out to me. I looks at the my wrists. it has been so long....
I loved you soo..
I grabbed the blade, and placed it onto my flesh...the memories of you play in my head, our laughter, our smiles, our cries. those unbearable moments with you...I slit the blade onto me, letting out a grunt. I watched as blood starts trickling down my arms.
I waited for my eternal slumber....
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Dreams
Have you ever dreamed about something, just anything! out of the ordinary, and all of a sudden..you see people, people you don't know and just appear in your dreams? It's like..well, my theory is that..we're all linked! :) no, i'm serious. it's like..you dream about something unique, like an event of a lifetime, then all of a sudden..you meet these people..you don't know them, not one bit.
of course, our brain is the most sensitive and the most con of all. it creates images and tricks that are too hard to pick on, but listen...
we're all link. i mean what if someone from another place is dreaming the same dream as you? it's like wi-fi! XD! like playing a game, our minds are link through each and individual. call me crazy, but it's really nice to think about it...
for example, i was dreaming about going to Canada and meeting two wonderful girls that are so important to me, and then the next day, i was told one of the girls was dreaming the exact same thing! :) through their own point of view...isn't it nice?
i'll leave it up to you!
of course, our brain is the most sensitive and the most con of all. it creates images and tricks that are too hard to pick on, but listen...
we're all link. i mean what if someone from another place is dreaming the same dream as you? it's like wi-fi! XD! like playing a game, our minds are link through each and individual. call me crazy, but it's really nice to think about it...
for example, i was dreaming about going to Canada and meeting two wonderful girls that are so important to me, and then the next day, i was told one of the girls was dreaming the exact same thing! :) through their own point of view...isn't it nice?
i'll leave it up to you!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
5 centimeters per second
"Have you ever longed for someone"
"did you ever dream about someone?"
"touched a sparked?"
"reminsce the connection?"
Have you ever fell in love with such passion that no matter what you're willing to do the best of your ability to keep that spark at bay?
Are you willing to share yourself to the other half and show effort to be with that someone? Though how far he or she may be, would you? These questions come and go.
[I'll be loving you....]
"did you ever dream about someone?"
"touched a sparked?"
"reminsce the connection?"
Have you ever fell in love with such passion that no matter what you're willing to do the best of your ability to keep that spark at bay?
Are you willing to share yourself to the other half and show effort to be with that someone? Though how far he or she may be, would you? These questions come and go.
[I'll be loving you....]
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I wouldn't think so
A lot of things have been happening lately. Oh so sudden, and I really can't help but watch and ponder at how much this world has changed. I didn't expect myself to get into this situation.
Living in a world that is so full of hate and resentment that, nobody in this world has the damn mind to open up their opinions and let what everything they thing is right. it's completely gone. not to the extent that it's extinct, but it's rare. Nowadays, we tend to follow what others are saying. I'm a hypocrite. yes, I can say so honestly. I don't really like to open up. It's hard for me to think that I'll be a burden to everyone. I'd only abuse people's feelings...
I try to make the best on out of the my situation, but highly I doubt that I can, and it's hard. it is. I don't say much, i'm so damn plain. If you know the real me, you'd laugh and go...everyone has to act fake to be noticed. I certainly did. I'm tired of it.
It's cold..it's hard..
Living in a world that is so full of hate and resentment that, nobody in this world has the damn mind to open up their opinions and let what everything they thing is right. it's completely gone. not to the extent that it's extinct, but it's rare. Nowadays, we tend to follow what others are saying. I'm a hypocrite. yes, I can say so honestly. I don't really like to open up. It's hard for me to think that I'll be a burden to everyone. I'd only abuse people's feelings...
I try to make the best on out of the my situation, but highly I doubt that I can, and it's hard. it is. I don't say much, i'm so damn plain. If you know the real me, you'd laugh and go...everyone has to act fake to be noticed. I certainly did. I'm tired of it.
It's cold..it's hard..
My heart and Soul
She whispers to my ear, giggling her heart out to me. I smile at her with love in my eyes as I hold her in my arms. She looks at me with hers and we knew from the start we were meant to be...Or so I thought...
DX
DX
Saturday, February 13, 2010
What if...
I don't know what to say, I've been thinking about her for so long. I really can't get her off of my mind.
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5:00 AM August 2, 2010
I groaned as I have just woken up from my annoying alarm, the music blaring to my ears. I squinted my eyes and rub them, yawning in the process.
Another dream.. I sighed and shook my head. It's been like this ever since, ever since she came into my life. Michelle.
It was the beginning of Sophomore year, I actually couldn't believe that I made it this far in my life. I was in Geometry class when our teacher announced that a new student body will be joining us, the class perked their heads towards the door. I mumbled and crossed my arms, knowing that I wouldn't be too interested with this scene. I was wrong.
Michelle. her name lingers into my tongue. her black hair, in her short wavy length hair flow through her back, her soft red lips, her beautiful chocolate eyes, her thin body hugging to her clothes, the boys in the class were now focused to her. Her smile brightened the whole room, the girls scoffed at this...
I was totally mesmerized by her beauty.
" Hey folks!" she said, waving her hand to us. smiling even brightly...I *knock* "James, it's dinner time!"..crap..i'll continue later.
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5:00 AM August 2, 2010
I groaned as I have just woken up from my annoying alarm, the music blaring to my ears. I squinted my eyes and rub them, yawning in the process.
Another dream.. I sighed and shook my head. It's been like this ever since, ever since she came into my life. Michelle.
It was the beginning of Sophomore year, I actually couldn't believe that I made it this far in my life. I was in Geometry class when our teacher announced that a new student body will be joining us, the class perked their heads towards the door. I mumbled and crossed my arms, knowing that I wouldn't be too interested with this scene. I was wrong.
Michelle. her name lingers into my tongue. her black hair, in her short wavy length hair flow through her back, her soft red lips, her beautiful chocolate eyes, her thin body hugging to her clothes, the boys in the class were now focused to her. Her smile brightened the whole room, the girls scoffed at this...
I was totally mesmerized by her beauty.
" Hey folks!" she said, waving her hand to us. smiling even brightly...I *knock* "James, it's dinner time!"..crap..i'll continue later.
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