Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I think both Valentines Day and the Christmas season are the only two
occasions when you take a look at your life and wonder if you're happy.
i TO-tally agree... but then again, i never need an excuse to go senti
and muse why happiness escapes me.
the weird thing is i know why i'm not happy.
(kindly ignore the inconsistency)
i realize i'm actually scared of being happy. cause if i'm happy...
seriously, constant bliss is boring. call the perspective what you want
- but it's true.
and yes, ally mcbeal said that too.
i sooo miss that series...
so for the non-warped sane individuals who don't shun happiness...
HAPPY YEAR OF THE OX!!! hehe:P
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
OMG. inday is getting married.
and i am grappling with mixed emotions.
happiness, nostalgia, pensive melancholy
and a rather misplaced sense of maternal
well, i was always telling inday off when
it comes to guys... it has always been kind
of her weakness (hehe. sowi day)
i feel a little helpless owing to the fact na
wala pa nako na kilatis ang keru, and suddenly
finding out that they have plotted down marriage
as a definite possibility come april.
i am still happy nonetheless. bums will always be
happy for other bums when heaven grants them a
delicious someone to love, to hold and to cherish.
this better be the real thing, though.
(love you day!!! i expect to be informed of all
the details, or else. haha)
here's a warped compliment, i offered him. i think you're
smarter than me. cause if you weren't,
i'd be bored by now.
but honestly, we're both feeling a little lukewarm.
i think we hyped up this thing too much. now we're suffering
from the aftermath of "great expectations".
but then again, i am a pathological optimist when it comes
to relationships. there hasn't been anything we can't talk
through so far... i think.
most days though, i miss my best friend more than my boyfriend,
even if they are one and the same.
does it really have to be either-or?
Monday, December 8, 2008
minutes burn into seconds
in a blink
the winding road is long
always i am pressed for time
as if through a sift,
time flows through my hands like water
The hands on my watch
Whir themselves to a blur
As everyone rush past
But I am left on a standstill
everyone, it seems
has somewhere else
i am on a standstill
life passing me by
disclaimer: this is NOT a relapse to my emo stage,
never mind the defensiveness. hehe. this
is simply a manifestation of my impatience
to get the hell out of iligan already, which
is still like, 8 months from now. more or less.