Kiss me in the Morning

Slits of lights enter through the blinds.

it's 6am.

the smell of dew and fresh grass fill the air.

it's cold and you could have used some more snoozing and curlin' up.

we all are but strangers in the night.

and mere lost souls in the morning.

when will that moment show itself once more?

'cause you are my forever and a day. Always.

*Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide. In a Champagne Supernova in the sky*

On Disappointments

i am like so dead.

i'm sorry. :(

TB 3: Now i remember why my blog is entitled this way

Save the sanity for me.

Almost a year ago, i remember that i created this blogspot because i felt once more that my sanity was hanging by a thread for the nth time. this happens every so often and voila, here it is again.

i guess i'm just tired, inspired and exhausted all at the same time.

this is that time of one's life when you feel like you can't seem to put your feet on the ground. you cannot breathe and something holds you tight by the neck.

JUST like the Dashboard, an important part of blogger.com, i will put into heart what the Dashboard Confessionals said: Remember to Breathe. Maybe i am just forgetting it again.

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Breathe. Inhale. Exhale.

i want to pull off whatever's left on my head

i can't shrug this bad feeling.

i want to scream at the top of my lungs and get punched like there's no tomorrow.

i wish i could jump up and down and send emails anonymously.
i just want to be a little less upsetting.

when the time comes that if i decide to get married and settle down, those who need to interview couples can count on me and my spouse.

life can suck at 19.

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i want to pull my hair and leave nothing.
even the 14th of November dictated that stubble be left.

022410

I want to break rules

shattered glasses before dawn breaks.

but now that its 12noon, pick them up one by one.
don't mind the splinters.
even the blisters.

YOU HAVE NO CHOICE...

but to bleed.

The Greatest Dilemma of 022110

I love buying toothbrushes

and that's a fact.

and this afternoon at the grocery, i cannot choose between the Green and Purple toothbrush.

Never had i experienced such a dilemma in my entire toothbrush-lover life.

I chose to compromise

so I chose both.

However, it is not always that you can choose both when you are in such a situation.

Indecisiveness is not always healthy.

So is compromise.

I can see that I see you everywhere

I see you in the falling leaves.

I see you in strawberries.

I see you in chocolates and popsicles.

I hear you in song

but i see you more--

in the lyrics and in the musicality.

I smell your scent

and take it all in

and then I see you in it.

I see you in my drink

and I see you in my faith.

I see you in everything.

I see everything in you.

I see everything but you.

TB Entry 2: On Openness and Friends and Gender

For this tiny blog entry, I wanted to talk about how sometimes people of opposite genders vary significantly. This fact is very apparent in terms of physical and emotional capabilities of men and women.

My closest friends in college are guys and i really understood that as our friendship ages, i learned more and more that they are different in terms of personality and character (Read: How they get attracted or how they talk about the people they like). Boys seem to be physical and i now agree that girls are emotional.

While boys value physicality, girls on the other hand cherish moments of togetherness more than what meets the eye. But I don't claim that this is bad or that boys are better or girls for that matter. Simply, BOYS are different from GIRLS. no fuss whatsoever. they are just plain different.

I had my share of moments when my guy friends and I go out (this is a 5 vs. 1 scenario usually), discussions and topics about people we like usually (although there are exceptions to this) uhm, turns too physical. I am thankful for the few times when i get disturbed or awkward, one of these five friends blurts and says: Babae kase siya (She's a girl). Then they start to comprehend that i am not as sexual or physical as they are. :| Thus, i feel weird when they talk about porn sites or sex :(

But i still believe that in order to survive in this world a girl should:

Look like a girl
Act like a girl
Think like a man.

I got this from a text message. Although i don't want to think sexually the way my guy friends does (HAHAHA!!), i think that there are drawbacks to being emotional (Read: females).

Last Wednesday during a very important event in school, a close friend who hosted the thing mispronounced my name. I got so upset that he had apologize after and i just can't shake it off. But when he said "Let it go," ...voila! the Mantra Think like a man hit me.

What is it with us girls that we usually cling onto these things? It's so hard to get over trivial stuff like this and oftentimes, i just blame it on my hypothalamus. Gah. Ugh.

Poor hypothalamus. :(
I'm sorry. I'll try my best.

So petty.

And to myself: Let it go.

Tiny Blog Entry 1

So this will be the first entry of the series of blogs that i'll be making for the next few days or weeks.

why tiny blogs?

well, my last blog entry was so last year. HAHA. literally. a lot has transpired from that day and i guess, due to the rollercoaster ride that was 2009 and the preoccupation that accompanied it, i wasn't able to actually blog about many, many things.

Yesterday, Manuel L. Quezon III was the speaker of the Council of Organizations of the Ateneo's "Why not Blog?" talk.

We asked how one keeps blogging in the absence of the Muse and where does the sustenance of that burning blogging passion come from or at least where can one find it?

He said that sometimes you do have to push yourself in order to write. However, he also believes that there are so many things in this planet that one can write about. Different interests, different fields, different issues. Although if one feels that everything starts caving in, he or she should step back and pull away. Maybe breathe.

Some food for thought though.

teehee.