I’m dearly missin’ my car.
I’m dearly missin’ my car.
It's a Saturday! The last day of work ^_^
Slowly, my senses are reverting back to normal. Sleep is a lot better, and the princess in me is a bit happier.
Been missing a lot of blogs lately. I'm off grid with my juices, the Star Wars Marathon, soap operas, and matters of my silly heart had gotten the creative faculty evaporating elsewhere.
So it all ends here.
It's so nice to get my heart back.
I must have been too silly staying up late 'till 3am on a Monday morning. I know that the lack of sleep on a week starter rewards employees with a degenerating productivity with every tick of the clock. I am no exemption.
Solitude has been my constant companion for the past few nights. It must have been the stillness of the surroundings, and the emptiness in my heart that has been gnawing at my soul when the dark settles in.
I am void of the comforts of the cold and rainy summer nights. Void of the pleasures of a company, and of the noise that I would love to hear so that I may silence the echoes of my weeping heart.
I speak to no one, and no one speaks to me.
Sometimes, they don't coexist.
I had my one great love for a wink.
Now, where's that one true love?
The night was absolutely great indeed after talking to my Kuya Melvin. I really missed him a lot and even though millions of seconds had passed between us, that great same feeling remains for someone whom i have loved so dearly. I remember the times we spent together, the banters and chuckles we exchanged, his wacky and out-of-this world guidance for my stupid lovelife, his silly and demeaning encouragements (lol!), the blessings he shared with me, the strikes he threw at the pins, the yucky novelty songs he'd sing while driving, the flowers he'd gave to me, the seriousness of the talks we had, the in-the-wee-hours of the night birthday call, the chocolates, packages, the monickers he'd call me, the surprises! I am very blessed to have a friend like him i will treasure him for the rest of my life.
I love you my Kuya. If you can read this, send me dozens of boxes of yummy Snickers. Hahaha!
At ang tanging sandata upang ito ay maibsan ay ang malayang pagpatak ng mga luha
Hinahamon ng paglimot ang puso at isipan
Upang muling bigyang buhay ang darating na kinabukasan
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The sky was made brighter by the moon, the Milky Way was beautifully landscaped in the greatest canvass above, splashed in full display across the sky, and several twinkling stars stretched across the heaven.
The night reminds me of my sweetest days on earth.
I could live in this night forever.
Think of life as a crossbow lois. The tighter the string is stretched, the farther the arrow will be shot when it is released. If you think you have been stretched out so tightly, think of how far and high your success will be. Always be happy lois.
I wonder why it's very difficult to step out of that trap.
I wish time had frozen way back when technotron spells excitement. Or when Hardees is a craving, and when magic is for believers. I wish chikka is an everyday happiness alarm, and when friendship is an oasis in a desert of hullabaloo. Most of the times, i am guilty of self-inflicted pain brought by too much retrospection.
I thought i had gotten over that as things have fallen into places some time and another. All is well between that trap, ironing things out for my own life and for the life of that goddamned shadowmaster. All is well ending well, and those around picking hues of contentment and freedom. I had the best of my life, opening up windows for ambassadors of passion.
I suddenly snapped out of place because of one selfish deed i had committed. But i barely had regrets, if not for the thought of being carelessly stupid, and mindlessly foolish. A mutual desire for an incessant want. A captivity of my own pleasures, for a heart that doesn't even beat. So selfish of me.
Too much retrospection is an electrifying jolt of reality. I could never have what i wanted before, but I could always come back to reminisce the moment when i am so full of everything. I could lurk in this place for some time; extend to an extent of self absorbability, only to be scarred upon returning to my real empty world. Too much pain, too much hurt, too much troubles.