in the world that waits for no one

in the fortune of others around

in the festive laughter of good company

in the songs of bitter happiness and sweet misery

in ghosts of convivial tales of past lives

in old memories slowly fading away

in castrated prayers and pleas

in hopeless wishes on incinerated specs of dust that enter the night sky

in blissful dreams ( Read more... )

I had one of those soulmate dreams again , the last one and the very first happened in highschool, some eight years ago. I can't remember much of this guy, just that he was not so tall and very lanky, he wore khaki cargo shorts, a blue t-shirt and brown birks. They said his name in the dream, and I knew it when I woke up. But right before I was ( Read more... )

Your worst critics other than yourself are your parents. Seriously.

This isn't a constant, regular thing, just so you know, but they do have their moments.

My dad supports me in every way possible. School, career, finances, social and family drama, sometimes even with boys. But there those rare moments when he strays away from the supportive and ( Read more... )

"...yung mga friends mong hanggang panaginip nalang namin ni Kiks..."

My cousin Koyk said that to me just a couple months ago. He was talking about two of my good friends who are of a very wealthy family and  I guess way up in the social heirarchy. I thought that didn't matter, and in my ideal world, it shouldn't. So I could never understand why ( Read more... )

I feel like crying and I don't want to tell anybody, because if I do, I probably will and they're going to ask why. Then if I tell them, it becomes real. It becomes be harder to pretend.

When we were kids, we were all told that we had to be good all year round so that Santa would give us gifts come Christmas time. Then the time comes when the gifts stop coming, not because you've been bad, but because you're getting too old for Santa, and we all know he's not real, he's just really mom and dad on a spy game, trying to figure out ( Read more... )

Boys don't seem to fit in the equation of our lives ( Read more... )

"... oh yeah, when we used to be happy?..."

The perfect relationship, I've come to strongly believe, is that of Henry Roth and Lucy Whitmore in the movie, 50 First Dates, where each day, each new day, is like the beginning of a new relationship, the "honeymoon" stage.

One way or another, whether it's from first hand experience or through the ( Read more... )

How do you cope with losing the greatest love of your life?

Slow death that's what it is. A pack of Marlboro Lights.

I wish you guys were here. The silence is too loud... deafening.

I lied. Worse, I lied to myself. I am scared to be alone.

It's too quiet, I can hear the cigarette paper burning with every breath I take out of my life source...