my romantic side

I didn’t know I was quite good in words in expressing my feelings. It felt such a long time ago it seemed as if it was another person who wrote these rather than me.

(in one of my senti nights…)

“only, even though everything cannot grasp your presence in a way, my heart, you brought a slice of it with you. don’t you know that? huh? ok then, i packed a slice for you to take. i sent it over the air. actually, in my dreams. so basically, it’s with you now. and as long as it knows you love me, it will always send back clouds from heaven to soothe me when you’re gone, and make me feel your with me in my loneliest nights. and as long as you have it, you will know, that i love you more than ever”

(on our 4th monthsary…)

I was afraid
of letting you go
for whatever reason why,
i really don’t know

all i know
is that i love you so
i’ve come this far
all because of you

you made me a happy person
my life a more fulfilling one
and i want to live a life like this
forever in your arms

but i did let you go,
so now your miles from me
but one thing did i realize
we were never really far away

you stayed in my heart
in my mind, in my soul
the whole of the days and the nights
you fill me entirely of you

you were beside me
when i woke up in the dawn
and in all the places
we’ve been before

but it still hurts to think
i can no longer see your face
i can’t stare at your eyes
neither at your kissable lips…

but i will always remember
the times when i had
i’ll always remember
the times that we had

and right now
i just want to lie in my bed
and stare at the pointless ceiling once again

because only when im alone
will i realize you are with me
and with me
you will always be

I love you babe
l love you with all of me

And though I may not get to see you as often as I like.
I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.
But deep in my heart I truly know,
you’re the one that I love, and I can’t let you go…

not now,not ever.

in this graduation day

Duties. Responsibilities. Travails. Agonies. They don’t seem to end, do they? That’s probably why there are such things as small successes, so we may bear all the hardships without losing our hearts

thinking out loud ’bout regrets

I learned my lesson the hard way and it took me an old reader’s digest read to consummate what I already know. All this time, the forefront of the war I’m raging against the world and perhaps against my self is simply and embarassingly a matter of inconvienience. All the things that happened to me this year were the worst I had ever gone through. I am not talking about anything gruesome or anything deathly, I’m simply talking about wasted time, wasted relationships, wasted opportunities. All the while I was seeing problems but all that while I was blinded by my own stubborness. In my attempt to stray away from everything I didn’t like, I was pushing myself off from what could be good for me. And now it was only in the nick of time that I finally got hold of myself. Really in the nick of time. But a lot things have yet to be cleaned up and I hope the mess is still reparable. Just thinking out loud

People

Some people are blatantly pretentious, ambitious, and overflowing with bragadoccio when all they really have are half-filled hands and air-bloated heads. They are aware of it but they still parade themselves as if on a grand masquerade, when oh, their shining hypocrisy is outightly unmistakeable. Do they even know what modesty is? They have good intentions, sure they say, but no matter how much they try to keep it, safelocked, and creatively hidden, they just can’t help spilling the mud out, like gluttons vommitting after a gulp of a yearful of meal, first by drops, and suddenly in heavy pours, usually behind closed doors, and yet they do so with open hearts and in resounding sentiments as if to hail the heavens of their supposedly magnanimous inititiative. Dirty theatrics! I thought I’d never see one again in bright daylight, but here it is, rivaling even the best of the classical Elizabethan tragedies and the worst of Philippine politics. And am I supposed to clap, to kneel in praise, or to cry in exclamation of awe? It is absurd and annoying especially when it is all too obvious that they’re putting up a virtually nonsensical war grounded on their own hallucinations. I don’t care though whether it’s their karma on earth, I only plead that they be consistent. At least, be consistent! First, they’re your friends, on another second, they turn into your lifesuckers. They feed on schadenfreude as if its their lifeblood and indulge in flamed slander as if its in their genes, and I never really until now figured out why it could be such a feat. I almost pity them, but it’s a pity cursed in hate for making me feel miserable instead. Am I too engrossly infamous that I have to be brought down just so they could be seen as the better fit? Such ideology! And I hate myself for giving in, for actually feeling miserable now when all I really want is to be at peace. Come on, there’s enough going on around the world to still leach out idiocy. Give me a break!

just moved

I’ve been thinking about moving to wordpress for weeks now and only recently did I manage to do it. Thanks to the new import feature I didn’t have to read across a multitude of technically drowning steps that some sites have painstakingly devoted themselves into just so the beloved blogger posts will still be intact after the migration. I was expecting some glitches in the transfer, but surprisingly, all is well, I have not detected any defects so far.

This is my first post made in wordpress and it’s easier than I’ve expected. I’ve spent a dose of my time browsing through the preset templates and I recognized some that I’ve used in my blogger blog before. The templates are all cool, I guess I’d be sticking with them for long. The interface is simple and site navigation is easy, but I did take some time to familiarize myself with the many links going wherever. I’ve not fully experimented with the customization stuff but I’m not positive I’ll be needing to for now.