***While cleaning the house***

Jome: Ang love parang electric fan...
Jimah: Yun 'yon!

O, ha! Sobrang cheesy, pwedeng mousetrap!

A writing in honor of an exalted echelon of people and now we profess love to this time of our lives. Moments spent in absolute abandon and worrisome happiness, trustful in the endurance of our choices and in the abundance of the perfect chance.

One less question. One less drama. And one more love to have.

So, I am more than just happy now. In the ( Read more... )

We forget what we want to remember and we remember what we want to forget.
-- The Road, by Cormac McCarthy

Are the beautiful things in my life worth forgetting then? Is pain all that is left cherishing?
-- J., 0815h, 092109

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Quoted that line more times than I would care to remember. Now I have the other side of the question. Ha! You got owned, ( Read more... )

Too scared because it's too soon. Everything seems too soon. But then too guilty when it's too late. And everything always seems to happen too late.

A mind as fickle as the froth of this beer I hold in my hand. A heart so fragile like the smoke rings that escape my lungs. Words that hold no ground like the lamp that sways above me. Questions that ( Read more... )

( And words are the sanctuary we never really use. )

Melancholic music-tripping and realized that the few words that I've always been taking for granted are the ones that could exact the very things I dare not say nor reveal. Presenting, the taken-for-granted mindfuck:

And now I've tried to see the truth
But I close my eyes
And you were there for me
And I was there for you
-- Don't Say Goodbye, Say Good ( Read more... )

And now you have to ask yourself...

When it's out, when the words have been said, when every single thing you should and could say have been said--and a smile and a short affirmation is all that she could muster--where does it lead us?

No, it's not about the mistakes. I don't feel anything for you because of the mistakes. I feel this --whatever this ( Read more... )

When someone else's tears--their sadness, their damage, their imperfection--are the reasons for this war you wage on brittle and arid soil, when will you ever find this happiness that everyone's touting as a choice ( Read more... )

A random five-in-the-morning thought:

Sometimes, when I'm drenched in rain, I talk to God and I ask him, "Is this the best you can do?" Then the rain worsens and I feel good because He really might be there. And if ever He's not, then I just find comfort in the thought that if even heaven can't drown your soul, then there's nothing on this world ( Read more... )

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