April 2011
14 posts
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Brick
resilience is one thing, but recovering is another. bottling everything up is chivalrous. heroic, even. it makes you hurt nobody other than yourself. but sometimes the water in the dam gets too high up you find yourself drowning. you flail your arms around, thrash your legs—your own version of swimming. but just the same you tire out. and you discover that floating on the surface is better....
i didn’t know it was such a bad idea..
..to actually read one day first before sundays at tiffany’s.
seriously. i am now finding james patterson mediocre when it comes to romantic novels (barring of course suzanne’s diary for nicholas which was just heartbreaking if not a total tear-jerker TT)
it didn’t help that i’ve read honeymoon (another romantic novel of his mingled with some thriller— or lack thereof) months ago and just ...
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Trigonometry
I really should just stop being depressed and get a grip of myself. I have trigo finals coming up tomorrow and I haven’t exactly got even a glimpse of my notes or the horrifying book itself. Absolutely did nothing productive today. Read a book that is totally unrelated to the subjects I should actually be concentrating on. Got my eyes glued on the television for a couple of hours, saw how...
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Glace
It’s cold.
The rain happily splashes away on the roof making sounds that dutifully disturbs your sleep.
You wake up; sleep in your eyes.
You open your eyes to darkness, and you struggle for sight.
It’s cold.
Silence.
That is all you ever hear.
And beneath the dark backdrop, the thoughts, without warning, come unbidden.
You try to stop it. Freeze it over time; tuck it away in the deepest...
“And before I knew what was going on. Before I had the chance to retaliate; I...”
– Sai
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break into the habit
maybe there are just people who thrive with routines. and i guess i’m not one of them. i embrace change not necessarily with open arms, but rather with an accepting and hopeful heart.
i cannot always hope for life to give me sunny days and the summer sky. what it can offer me though are three more seasons to enjoy, to suffer, to cry out, to be angry, to love. to get out of the routines i ...
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Of Coincidences, Comfort and Text Messages
“Death is not the end Death can never be the end.
Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide
Our mind thinks of death. Our heart thinks of life Our soul thinks of Immortality.”
It’s weird.
Not too long ago, I had been crying over missing Lola.
For everything there is a season,
Then suddenly, I got this text message from a friend saying that her Lolo whom she was close to...
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Of Alice, Missing and Sweet Honesty
Its 5:30pm.
I just had a real good dose of crying and apparently it still isn’t stopping. I even had to rush out of the room and keep myself busy so as to keep the tears from falling—- dramatic as it may seem. I don’t really know how and when this started but I have a feeling that jeepney ride had something to do with it.
You see, I was seated between two old ladies who were the same age as ...
“Would it be too selfish to need being needed?”
– Sai
SUMMER doesn’t END with SUNNY days being OVER
Just before turning 23, I’d very much LOVE to take a tour to these places. And by tour I meant walkathones, food trips and pictures galore! ;p Of course it’s not like I haven’t been to some of these places. It’s just that it’d be wonderful to walk down their pavements again without worrying over the next bus to ride, next ship to board or the next plane to catch. It’d be amazing to relive...
“I am like a falcon with its game in its line of vision but its wings incapable...”
– Sai
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A Life in the Works
Way back in high school the only thing that comes to mind when you hear the word college is maturity. And I guess, in ways more than one, I had never been so right. Prior to entering college, I could say that I was well aware of what was happening in our society, in our nation… in our country. I knew to a certain degree that I am here to be with and for others and more importantly to do more...
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Downhill
should i change my life or miss my flight?
well i guess, i already did. i had missed my flight and there’s no way i could run to catch it again. it’s never coming back, no refunds, no rescheduling. it was a one time affair and i missed it. wretchedly missed it.
i want get out of the city without offering anybody of my whereabouts. without having to explain the why’s, without having to ...
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His Circumstances
It was the half-eaten pizza that did it.
You ask her what’s wrong and she merely blankly looks at you and smiles thereafter. Normally, she’d chat away just like that slice of pizza to be entirely devoured. It worries you more and you ask again.
She hesitates, opens her mouth to talk but no words come out. She closes her mouth, sighs and simply looks away.
Knowing her, you wait. Patiently.
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