What's the date?

Have to finish the book before watching it. Demmit it's Eric Bana! It's a date!

SWEETEST

"And I can't believe that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything."

- Everything, Michael Bublé

:)

Yeah yeah yeah

Kahit ano pang mangyari,
kahit gaano pa tayo kapangit.
LOVE YOU 'TE!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Sorry kinailangan kong mag-crop at mag-censor hahahahaha.

LastToNight

When the bells swing and sing their lovely old song
And the yellow lights glow fiery in the cold

She steps out to the faint-lighted darkness
And warms herself with her chaffing hands

She realizes there is nothing else to read
Nothing else to see
But the life she is about to weave

And she walks down the street, almost empty
Bathing in the light of the street lamp
Then drowning in the darkness
With the next step

She stops and goes
Checking for a message
Lighting her path with her own ego
Her pride slowly humbling to its knees

She forgets
The weight on her back
The movement of her feet
Her sanity
But

She keeps a mask on
Not knowing how much it could deceive
Or how much it could reveal

And people pass
And she knew somehow
Her eyes would give her away
If they just stopped and looked
Closely
Deeply

She hopes
She prays
For their obliviosity
She could only pray
She could only hope

And she looks away before someone could look in too deep
She knows there is an awful lot they could give away.

But she goes on
As Boyd tells her she is stellar
And Mayer telling her of his wonderland
And Drake, his northern sky

And she goes on
Drifting away

And she knew it would be different
If she listened not to her playlist
Or if she was keeping pace with someone there
Or if there was a stick, a light, a pack, and smoke
Or if she was from some place else tonight

She smiles
And realizes
That walks
Make her desperate
Make her write
Make her think
Over analyze

And the street lights begin
To look like vivid little suns
They blur everything she sees
Except for the life she saw as a possibility.

Baby, Please Come Home

I took a day-off today. People know I am sick and having stomach pains. To some, I said that I just needed a mental health day (thank you, Nick, for giving me an idea on what to call it). Well, all of the above is true. But to be honest, I just needed a talk with someone (anyone, actually). After all, for the past few days I've bottled up too much emotion that I could use some breathing space now.

And I thank you, Bip, for being such a good listener today. From Katipunan to Espana. From MU, to Bip, to Baby Love. From Nene Days, to B days, to P days, to K&J days. From first year high school, to forever. Haha. High school friends are friends you keep :)

This is my favorite picture of you. Ha :P

Makes the World Go 'Round

You love,
you
        anticipate
        believe
        cry
        defy
        elaborate
        fight
        give
        hold on
        inspire
        justify
        keep faith
        lie
        manipulate
        neglect
        overdo
        protect
        question
        simplify
        try
        understand
        value
        wander
        forget X
        yearn
Love is
the zenith


3 sweet love stories yesterday, and here's what you get.

Her name's Sara Thomas

Jonathan: So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what?
Sara: No, I think he's out probably doing what you're doing.
Jonathan: Getting a crush on somebody else's girlfriend? No, I'm sorry, I just meant I had a really nice time. You know, maybe you should give me your phone number. Just in case.
Sara: In case of what?
Jonathan: In case of life. I just had a really great time and for all we know I wouldn't be able to find you again.
Sara: Well, if we're meant to meet again, we'll meet again. it's just not the right time now.
Jonathan: Maybe we're supposed to meet on British time and we're five hours too early.



Serendipity (2001)

Basic Reasons Why We Can't See Some/ Any/ Everything

1. There is no light.
2. There is too much light.
3. Something is in the way.
4. We are not looking.
5. Our eyes are closed.
6. There is nothing to see.

Better Together

Because my hair doesn't look short here. HA. Sorry Andang and Dnis.

It's good to know that I've got such people in my life. It is relieving that no matter how long we've been apart, no matter how far the oceans distance us, no matter how much we ridicule each others' universities, exes/ boyfriends/ would-have-beens, and favorite movies, we can still come together, just be ourselves and have one grand time--even without getting intoxicated. We've been through ups and downs, and we've seen each other change and grow--from silly blog-writing high schoolers to beautiful ladies (biased, I am)-- and that just makes us so interesting altogether. I may have cursed high school and say it's so petty, but hey, it's where I found friends worth keeping. They say nothing lasts forever, but I really wish we would :)

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart,
our dreams, and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepia-toned loving...

Mmmm, it's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah it's always better when we're together ♫

Whispering

IT IS A DECISION, NOT A CHOICE.

A Kiss to Send Us Off

Tomorrow's gonna be the start of another semester. And I could not put to words how embarrassingly and unexpectedly scared I am as it approaches. I'm not quite sure why, but I'm guessing it's because I am intimidated by the subjects and the professors I got (3 majors hello!). But before I start blabbering about the coming sem and bid the break farewell, I just wanna take a look back to how things were.

I had painfully finished a 50-page paper for my first sem major subject (FLCD 101), and I must say that was one astounding accomplishment for me! BIG HOORAY! I have never crammed such a paper and in such a way before. Here's a glimpse of how I managed to squeeze out all the juices from my already-dry mind to create 50 pages of narrations and analysis: Yes, that is our dining table. Ha. For this, I give myself, and all my classmates, a pat on the back. Good good!

Now on to other sembreak things, I was actually disappointed by how I couldn't go out-of-town--major thanks to Ondoy, to Pepeng, to Santi, to Tino, to Comelec, and to long lines everywhere (that includes mall cashiers and transport terminals). They made early morning to late night drives, stop-overs, and reunions out of the sembreak equation. Di ko man lang nalanghap ang katiting ng beach, o ng probinsya. Ha. How sad.

But that didn't mean I had to let myself mope around at home and spend all the days (and nights) in front of the laptop doing shiz in Facebook, or which ever networking site there is. Thanks to friends, telephone lines, videos, and wanderlust, I let myself out there-- city sembreak style.

This city sembreak was quite exhausting, for, as I have just realized, there are actually a lot of things you could still try to do in the city, aside from whole-day mall walks, or snoozing for 30 hours straight at home. There are still a lot of things in the city that is to be explored--that I haven't been to and experienced yet. For example, staying inside my favorite bookstore shuffling through different books for half a day, or taking photos of random people and things that pass me by, or being friends with strangers I never knew I could like, or visiting historical places I've never been to before (even though they're just a couple of jeepneys away), or being extremely vain with someone dear in a completely awkward setting, like this:

Sembreak, thank you for such a realization. And thank you for bringing in the wanderlust, too. Sadly, you had to end before I could start fulfilling the desire. There will be a time, I need not worry. And next time, it must be remembered to look around for options, or alternatives. Better to do something else, than to mope around and do nothing of worth at all.

So now, here's to a new semester. Good luck!

---

Wanderlust.from here.

And for my future reference, here is guide to minimalist travel. And note, never forget Charlie.

This Just In

I'm actually at the verge of tears.

October 25, we received news that one of our lolos in Camarines Sur died. He was really sick and old, so we kinda accepted that quite easily. Less than 5 minutes ago, we received a message saying that our lola, that lolo's wife (ah yes), just died this morning. Two months ago, almost the same thing happened to another couple we knew. Guy dies first, and a few days/ weeks, girl follows suit.

Lovely couples, they were. And how lucky they are to cherish a love that stays with them. Wala lang. We (meaning Carla and I) just found it sweet. But if it were me, I want to die first. Haha. I hope that their love continues to grow in their heaven--in the life I believe exists after the one we spend here on this worldly dimension we call Earth. Lord, kayo na po ang bahala :')

"If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you."

-Winnie the Pooh

Wanna go home to CamSur.

If You're Wondering

Weezard! Haha.

Come Back to Manila

Manila, Queen City of the Pacific (1938)

Got this from pinoytumblr. Rare find. Kalesa, cars, TRAM, beautiful dresses. What happened to us?

And I never knew we had a tram network before. In Avenida and Escolta(credit). Must go to the Meralco Museum.

It's always raining in my head

I've been desperately trying to write. But no words seem to come together. I'm so sorry dear blog. It seems I have a much too cluttered mind to keep you properly-kept. I will. Soon. Words will. Soon.

For now, here's something that left me speechless. Must: http://www.flickr.com/photos/twincitiesbrightest/3907701783/

Just ForSafe-Keeping

I am an ENFJ.

EDCO 101 under Ma'am Vinluan :)

We Oughta Know By Now

That breath
And breathe
Are two different things.

You can never breathe
If you don't have breath.

But having a breath
Doesn't necessarily mean
That you are breathing.

I'll Never Ask For Anyone But

Thank You, Lord, for giving me a brother.

I know I've always ranted about being the first born, and never having a kuya. I know I've always tried to fill up that spot by adding some machismo into who I am, which was a disaster. I know I've asked You so many times to let me die, and then resurect me and make me belong in another family just so I could have a kuya. And I know that I've been so ungrateful for not appreciating for what, or who rather, You've given me.

Pero. Thank You po talaga. Kahit na magalit ako sa kanya ng bonggang-bongga, oo pa rin siya na mag-pose para sa'kin. HAHA.

It was a lazy afternoon so we went up the roof and took pictures. It was funny 'cause we both looked like shit, with our tambay-sa-kanto pambahay. Walang hiya-hiya.

Are You

We all wanna be told that we are WORTH IT.

A Message to Self

While all the world is telling me to keep focus and just get this sem over and done with, my eccentric mind pushed me to "write". Cosmic powers, unite! Ha.

---

Not all things point to

YOU

A million people
A thousand stories
Can be compared to

YOU

Not all signs point to

YOU

Selfish
Dreaming
Blissful

YOU

Careful, love.

---

Now, I must get back to the world of blank papers and (supposedly) prolific minds.

I've Been Wondering

INDIVIDUALITY

Why do we make our words like this?

Should've known you'd bring me heartache

Almost lovers always do ♫



Just because I can't get it out of my head. It's been playing in there since Friday.

It's Gonna Be A Lovely Day

As I am typing these words in the silence of our home, a thousand Filipino families are grieving for the loss of their own homes, or even worse, of loved ones. While my lazy ass sits comfortably on this couch, a lot of Filipinos, here in Metro Manila and somewhere up North, are sleeping in make-shift beds in severely congested evacuation centers. Why then, am I spending my time here, while all the world tells me to get up and do something? I dunno. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere out there, someday, someone lazily surfing the net would be stumble upon my blog and read what I am about to say write type. And maybe, they'd stretch out their legs and get off their fat asses and eventually do something themselves. Inspired.

I can't finish. I need to act.

Hoppipolla

And there are a thousand things you can Love,
Despite your Disaster and your Disappointments.

In this single moment

Hold your heart out.
At its best it is
still vulnerable,
though true.

Open yourself
To everything.

Your vulnerability makes you fearful

But it is fear that keeps you faithful.
When faith wavers for doubt's sake,
Continue holding your heart out.
At its best

It may Vulnerable,
But still it is True.

And then, all that you have to do is

Love
A thousand things
In this single moment.
Just Love.

---

Is it fear that keeps me faithful?
And, why Hoppipolla?

BAYANIHAN

GO HELP.

1
2
3

Deep Down Your Treasure Chest

I write down words
My lips dare not speak
'Cause I am afraid
They'll just cause more uncertainty
'Cause I am afraid I'll stutter
And I'll just fall down
And maybe you'll laugh
Or maybe you won't understand
Everything's at risk now
There is the need to stop.

One of the fragmented lines/ verses of could-be songs I wrote some time ago on a teared notebook leaf, which I found earlier today while I was tidying all my things. It's an interesting collection of high school-ish verses, which I wrote down one sunny afternoon last semester in a winter-cold library. I might throw up reading. Ha. I edited a few parts so as not to make it sound so... uh... cheesy? HA.

Shake of the jitters
Throw down the guards
Let's surrender to this call, love
Cause ahead there is
A life time waiting
For us to waste.
Together.

Is there meaning beyond them?
Or am I looking too far beyond?
For all I know I deceive myself,
        they are just what they are.
Nothing more,
               less.


Ugh. Nausea. Must find new things to write about.

OVERWHELM

For the past days/ weeks, I could just say I am so overwhelmed with emotions and thoughts--both good and bad. I could probably write a 10000000000-word entry about all the hooplas. But since I am sleepy, and, I guess, am still at lost for words, I will end with this. And hope that it could do justice.

THANKYOUSOMUCHILOVEYOUSOMUCHCONGRATSTOEVERYONEIAMSO
GRATEFULHAPPYOVERWHELMEDCRUSHLOVEFRIENDSFAMILYGOD>:D<

I can't hide always. You can probably see through me now :P

---

At my most beautiful
I count your eyelashes, secretly.
With every one, whisper I love you.
I let you sleep.
I know you're closed eye watching me,
Listening.
I thought I saw a smile.

I must thank Cedes for reminding me of this song :)

No Time To Waste

No matter what I do, I can't concentrate. I feel so BAAAAAAAAAAAD. I am so bad.

Must
Get
Over
It.

You're A Mystery, You're From Outer Space

It's irritating how I sometimes couldn't stop myself from thinking about the questions I am faced with. I guess it's because I'd always like to give the best answer possible. It's like, in the end, how people would remember me would be based on what I've blurted out. Ha. I know, and I do not contest it, that actions speak louder than words. But I still believe in the power of words (especially when actions are pointing to very opposite directions, tsktsk. Okay, nevermind) :P

Well anyways, here's what's bothering me as of the moment: What/ who is your greatest treasure?

There were a lot of things to choose from. My options included money, music, Charlie, art, food, education, Lolo, Mom, my best friend, my high school friends, my YFC family, *bleep* (CHOZ. JOKING 'bout that one :P), and this something I couldn't put to a single word/ phrase/ sentence. Thanks to time, and my morning state of mind, I chose to go with Charlie and my high school friends. Charlie, because I've always wanted him. And high school friends since no matter what, no matter how far/ hard/ crazy, we always just fit right in with each other.


But I was thinking about a better answer I knew I could have given. That something I couldn't find the word/ phrase/ sentence for. Now, I know. My greatest treasure would be the possibilities (my current favorite word/ concept) presented to me, and the freedom and ability to choose which of these possibilities would be my reality. I don't think I'll find a word for it right now. Free will won't do it justice. Opportunities, hmm, close. It's either my vocabulary is too limited, or the world just doesn't have a need for such a word.

For every day that I live, I am faced with these possibilities--to go to school or just swim in bed all day, to go on with my readings or have lunch with a missed friend, to shut inside all my cheesiness and mushiness or let people know how much I truly appreciate them, to keep my pride or let my guard down, to stop or to go, to eat ice cream or have turon. Possibilities. It's funny how right now I am faced with so many of them, and I acknowledge the fact that they actually exist and that they could be, someday, my realities. It's an overwhelming sensation, especially since when I was young I've always known myself to be so one-sided, so closed-minded, so boxed up.

Before, all I wanted was to be rich and famous, have a fancy house, drive a fancy car, and own nice clothes. Though I shifted from wanting to be a doctor, to becoming a superstar/ singer, that was my ultimate goal. Ask me right now and I'd give you a thousand things I'd like to be in the future. Funny, 'cause I don't really see me being rich and famous anymore. Everything I'd want to be would possibly point to a life of simplicity and lightness--maybe, even, detachment. Slow living. The kind of life you'd live somewhere faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from the city, where you could just sit on a hammock all-day, with a good book or any form of music. Haha. My dad would probably call it a life for the lazy. Eh, why not? Ha. Now now, they're still just possibilities that I'm currently leaning towards, maybe I'd change my mind if I ever face other possibilities. We'll never know.

The hardest part would be choosing which possibilities I'd fulfill. I wish there would be some way that I could make all my possibilities real. Someday, hopefully, little by little. Here I am, in one of the moments I made a possibility my reality.



To let go of possibilities. Possible? I dunno. Hahaha. Is it really possible to let go of possibilities? Another question to ponder on. AND! Am I a possibility? AND! Could someone be your possibility? YEHES. AMPF. My mushy side is showing, it's not nice :)))

I'm going to sleep. That would be better. I'll finish this some other time :P

PS. Happy birthday greetings to: Riza, Nikki, and, my sister, Marian! :D

Feel Me, Fill Me

I am starting a blog post for the nth time in two weeks. I am so frustrated by how much I pressure myself with coming up with decent entries. I am trying here, but it seems this is a major writer's block (that is if I could consider myself a writer). Well anyways, I'll just rattle away with these:

• Someday, someone will be lucky to have you :)
• Sunday Morning, The Way You Look Tonight, Shy That Way, Everything, Almost Lover
  
• High school High school High school
• RG
• Living far far faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away from the city
• When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
• Org work
• Bargains
• You have to decide what’s most important to you. Keeping your pride and getting nothing or taking a risk and maybe, maybe having everything.
• Dates
• Cutting
• Dropping
• Singing
• McDonald's AAAAHMAZING ads
• Burnout issues
  

Time for coffee. Good night.

Can't Sleep On This Tonight

"See once in a while when it's good
It'll feel like it should
And they're all still around
And you're still safe and sound
And you don't miss a thing
'Til you cry when you're driving away in the dark.
Singing stop this train
I want to get off and go home again
I can't take this speed it's moving in
I know I can't
Cause now I see I'll never stop this train"

- John Mayer (Stop This Train)

I Was The One Worth Leaving

I took time to look for Postal Service videos. I found this. Ne-depress ako. HAHA.

I Am Drizzle, You Are Hurricane

"Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."

- Looking for Alaska, John Green

To read. Thanks, Gi.

OVER

expect
think              think
analyze                     analyze
act                            act
react                                   react
whelm                                          whelm
react                                   react
act                            act
analyze                     analyze
think              think
expect

Under Cold Water

Do you start to love
Do you get distracted
Do you stop carrying on
Do you continue expecting


When everything is a blur
When lines lose their points


Do you break


   d
    o
     w
      n
       ?


I shouldn't. I must not.

Read of the Love that I Love

There's this urgency to write. But to write what and how I feel just seems too hard right now. I guess I'm too overwhelmed that I can't grasp the words to express myself. But to put it simply...

Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
A thousand times over.

18 years. O-bla-di, o-bla-da life goes on!

Downpour Send Its Love

I've always enjoyed the rain. It sets me in the mood for book-reading on a comfy sofa, with a cup of coffee or hot cocoa in hand. The rain makes it possible to lie in bed all-day: stare up the ceiling, sleep, look at old photographs, stretch out, curl-up in a ball, write, wrestle with pillows, call-up friends, go online, sleep again, with relaxing music playing in the background. Ah, lazy days. Ah, blessing.

But rain fell a little too much last night. Too bad I wasn't able to enjoy it at home. Instead, I had to endure at least an hour under the rain, contemplating on ways how to cross the Black Sea (which was prepared by poor drainage systems, by poor waste management, and by nature's will) to finally get home. Cars were stuck too, and pedicabs are of no use as well, so there wasn't any other way but to wait for drainage to suck at least a third of the flood up. Thank God for a borrowed umbrella, my cellphone-slash-camera-slash-music-player, and a euphoric weekend with friends old and new, I was able to keep a happy disposition under the relentlessly pouring rain. After all, there is still beauty in downpours like it. Another blessing.

So after singing under my (borrowed) umbrella, crossing the Black Sea with the help of a pedicab and a friendly pedicab driver, staying over and cleaning myself up in a long-lost friends' house while waiting for the Mariana Trench (Baesa version) to dry up, and spending half of my remaining cellphone load on calling up Mom who was somewhere else in Quezon City with the whole family, I was able to get a good night's sleep. Life's been overly-demanding since Tuesday that I've never had a decent amount of rest. So to be able to sleep after all of these is just a blessing. Ah, blessingsss :)


Talk about more blessings.


I've got 6 days to left before I turn 18. I know this'll be a major turning point in my life. But I don't know why I just can't let go of being 17. I guess it's that I believe I haven't had my fair share of seductively sexy 17, and excitingly epic 18 seems still too big to handle. Hello, bigger expectations! Welcome, larger responsibilities! But nonetheless, I am grateful for everything and everyone I've had (and am still having!) in my life. Before I turn this to a premature thank-God-and-everyone-birthday-slash-coming-of-age entry, there is one thing, a blessing in disguise as I see it right now, that I'd like to thank the whole world, and God of course (for He set the world to make me be in it), for.

I haven't slept well Friday night, for I caught up with my cousins to watch Half-Blood-Prince (which was a potion not brewed enough but still enjoyable, I believe). I woke up late Saturday morning all disoriented and panicky. I hurriedly packed up things for a YFC meeting, and a Chapter Heads Overnight right after, and went off. I left everything hanging--school work, my messy room--and went out there to face what fate has prepared for the weekend.

I cannot put to words just how much I am grateful for this Overnight. It's like God's preparing me to handle excitingly epic 18, like the world's just handing me the tools I've failed to pick up during the past 17 years, like I'm given a prep course to a responsible adulthood, and like, after the major pitfalls of 17, I'm being given the recharge for a big big BIIIG break for 18. Ah, it seems someone's excited to turn 18 now :P

For believing I could handle bigger responsibilities, and for believing in me than I do myself, and for guiding me through, thank you, YFC family. Here with my YFC upper household, MD, Miguel, Ate Karla, and Ai, who added much fun and company through out Saturday and Sunday (Aly is missed much indeed):


And here, with more YFC friends! See how happy we are! Super enjoyed Big West CHO!HAHA. Grabbed from Ai.


And thank you, world. And thank You, God.

I hope I could maximize the last days of 17. I don't know how, but I'm quite sure it'll be a good time with friends and family. Note to self: it ain't too late. 6 days = long time.


PS. I never thought I could blog with so many words again. Haha.

What If?

What if everything

is planned?
is an illusion?
is a trap?

Don't you ever feel

like you're being watched?
anxious about who you are becoming?
scared?

But

what can you do?
don't you like who you are?
what if it's not?

Labo 'te.

Control

You hunger for control.
You love to control.
You love control.

Bad.

I lack self-control.
I need self-control.

Is that good?

We need balance.

Blanks

Tick
Tock

"Fill me in."

And I say,

"Sorry, these are all I have to could say."

Wish#2: Dance

This time, I have to thank Desa. I wish I could dance. Ha.

Wish#1: Sing

I have to thank Abbey for letting me know about this cover. Better than The Postal Service's original and Iron & Wine's cover. Just thought I'd keep it here.

I'd like to sing like this haha. I'd learn piano too. So I'd be cool that way :P

Confession#2: Speaking

I talk
a lot
when I tell stories.

I speak
little
when it's about the thoughts in my mind.

There are a lot
of people
I talk to.

But rarely do I find
people
I speak with.

(My eccentricities, my technicalities,
my difficulties, my insecurities,
my confusions.)

Rarely do I find people
Who are eager to hear
what's really inside my head.

Rarely do I find people
Who make me speak a lot,
and make me think a lot,
and make me consider loads
of other things.

Rarely do I find people
Whose minds are intriguing
And who keep me interested
with what they have to say.

(Yesterday, I could probably blame
the intoxication,
with beer, and then with coffee,
its miracles.
But nevertheless...)

There are only three
(and maybe an extra half)
as of the moment.

Thank you, God, for such people.

They add gusto
to the heart,
to the mind,
to the life of the heart and mind,
and to life itself.

Confession#1: Words

I am

not
a big fan

of exaggerated phrases
and complicated sentences.
Of incomprehensible
indigestible
wordswordswords.

I like Words.

On their own.

In couples.
In thr
ees
.
Maybe even up to tens.

And Words
woven in with
Rhythm and Harmony

to make

good Music.

Keeping a Mystery
in their Simplicity,

and a

Fascination

whentheyare
puttogether.

Secret #1: My Biggest Distraction

I haven't done my assignments. It's not that I'm lazy. It's just that I'm too busy waiting for that moment you go online and appear in my contacts list, even though I know there is a very slim chance of you pm-ing me.

Ah, high school days? :P

Quoted: Song

" I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you. "

- Marching Bands Of Manhattan, Death Cab for Cutie

Find: HAPPINESS

Look for it.

It's there, inside of you.

Take time.

Have clarity :)

Lines: YOU

I check up on you every now&then
AndIanticipate
Wishing

      that you've come
    a
      r
       o
      u
     n
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Define: LOVE

I think love is this over-flowing, passionate emotion you have within you just waiting to get out there to the world. To whom(or to what) you direct it is something that you consciously do, though sometimes you try to deny it. Most of the time--if not always--you direct it to someone(or something) that attracts you, to those that intrigue you, or to subjects/ objects that simply make you feel good or, sometimes, bizarre.

Love, I believe, could never be wrong, for love is a moral feeling. Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to say it is misdirected, for it is the things you love that aren't always moral. Misdirected love is common, but it could always be redirected. And then, it would be true and pure. Try to have that kind of love--the love that is good, ethical, acceptable, and doesn't harm.

Remember, in this single moment, there are a thousand things you could love. Do not be afraid to try to direct your love towards what is unknown to you. Do not be afraid to make mistakes, after all, you could try again. It's part of the process of finding that subject/ object of your true and pure love. You are presented with a lot of options, you just have to make the right choices. Don't rush. Take time to know the people and the things most worthy of your love.

Love never leaves. It's always there within you. Direct love towards yourself, it isn't prohibited. So try to love yourself, but do not be selfish. Give your love a chance to touch others as well. That way, your love will make more meaning.

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Found this:

Here I Go Again

This is new. Oh no, it's not. I've been here before.

I've been to Multiply, to LJ, to Tumblr, to Twitter, to Facebook. But I guess nothing beats Blogger when its blogging we're talking about.

Blogging at its purest form. It's been a while since I last blogged--you know, blog and just blog.
Blog-- the original concept of it.


Thanks to a friend who just told me he made an anonymous blog. I found his profile, but haven't read anything from his blog (he asked me not to and I'm a good person who has respect for "privacy" HA :P). Because of him, I'm starting this anonymous blog too, though I'm not quite sure if it'll remain that way til the end. Haha we'll see.

Thank you too, Jason Mraz and To Do:, for keeping Blogger interesting.


So here's to blogging again. But this time, I guess I'll be blogging sensible stuff. I guess I got over blogging about each day's senseless details. Poetry might find its place in here ;)


Hmm, is this me growing up?
Hope so.

Another blogger found home again :)


P.S.
Sounds like I'm talking to myself. Cheers to anonimity! :P