In need of Cough syrup. asap.
It's the weekend again. time to let loose, time to let it all out, all the laughs and all the tears. time to be one with myself.
It had been a very eventful week if I may say. I was busy with work and then some. There were days in the beginning that I was envious of those people who got not much to do but sulk in their seats til they burn a hole and click away surfing on the internet til their mouse stops clicking and Yet still get paid. Times now are different and I'm proud of this change that came about. Too much Idle time is not at all good. When being idle makes one uneasy to do something productive. When idle time becomes the tiring activity, if you can call that activity - than the actual working time itself. Nakakapagod din ang masyadong mahabang pahinga.
I'm worried though, it must be the summer scorching heat or the computer glare when I'm less than a ruler length kissing my monitor. My head hurts and I think it affects my eyes too. I need anti-glare glasses, even if just while working.hmmm. I should visit my parents' eye specialist. *blinks*
and my irritating throat itches like mad, i'll have a sudden major cough attack til my eyes water *cough* and slight colds *sniff* >< demmit, who gets sick on the middle of Summer?!!
hmmm, might as well contemplate..
The day is fast approaching and I can't even write a single line. Truly, words fail when it comes to the one you like most. If I could just somehow write anything concrete now rather than just babbling here like some love sick woman then we could have gotten somewhere. I don't know what's wrong with me, is my vocabulary or choice of words lacking? how come I can't think of a possible theme or style? and now that I have doubts, I wonder If I would still be able to give my best whenever that time comes that I have a piece of work to share.
I'm really trying to think of even a line of thought, a phrase, a feeling, but I always lose it. I must be preoccupied with other things, work or sleeplessness or whatever. I can't have a moment where I'm so enflamed to write what's on my mind. Been wanting to write something that could be similar to your style so that at least you'd be able to appreciate or you'll be inspired because that's the actual purpose of it. Maybe I am lacking confidence because you might not like what I write or not even bat an eyelash on it.
The everyday practice of technicalities and precise computations could also be another reason that I don't imagine and bend reality anymore. I remember, before I can write something in just about twenty minutes when the emotion is there. Am I lacking the emotion? the inspiration? Then inspire me in a way that my heart would burst with feelings and words. Inspire me like what you always like to do. I cannot do this alone. Push my buttons, irritate me, make me weap, make me laugh, make me fall in love, and then maybe I can come up with a masterpiece.
Take me far, in a distant land cold and misty, or by the shore with the crashing of waves, on a busy street where we can cross paths and be just like the two remaining people on earth.
This will be the first time so I want it to be special. It is another reason to be thankful for when the season of rain comes. I want it to be something I will remember even when the time of waning had come.
Be my new reason to start expressing what I feel again. Be my source of emotion, my source of pain, my source of happiness. Teach me how to be like you courageous and transparent. You show what you feel, you write what you feel, you sing what you feel.
I hope it will not be too late, but if ever it will be, I know I have something to keep.
"... I need you like you need me..." There, maybe I can play around with that..
See? you inspired me already..
Get well soon <3
It had been a very eventful week if I may say. I was busy with work and then some. There were days in the beginning that I was envious of those people who got not much to do but sulk in their seats til they burn a hole and click away surfing on the internet til their mouse stops clicking and Yet still get paid. Times now are different and I'm proud of this change that came about. Too much Idle time is not at all good. When being idle makes one uneasy to do something productive. When idle time becomes the tiring activity, if you can call that activity - than the actual working time itself. Nakakapagod din ang masyadong mahabang pahinga.
I'm worried though, it must be the summer scorching heat or the computer glare when I'm less than a ruler length kissing my monitor. My head hurts and I think it affects my eyes too. I need anti-glare glasses, even if just while working.hmmm. I should visit my parents' eye specialist. *blinks*
and my irritating throat itches like mad, i'll have a sudden major cough attack til my eyes water *cough* and slight colds *sniff* >< demmit, who gets sick on the middle of Summer?!!
hmmm, might as well contemplate..
The day is fast approaching and I can't even write a single line. Truly, words fail when it comes to the one you like most. If I could just somehow write anything concrete now rather than just babbling here like some love sick woman then we could have gotten somewhere. I don't know what's wrong with me, is my vocabulary or choice of words lacking? how come I can't think of a possible theme or style? and now that I have doubts, I wonder If I would still be able to give my best whenever that time comes that I have a piece of work to share.
I'm really trying to think of even a line of thought, a phrase, a feeling, but I always lose it. I must be preoccupied with other things, work or sleeplessness or whatever. I can't have a moment where I'm so enflamed to write what's on my mind. Been wanting to write something that could be similar to your style so that at least you'd be able to appreciate or you'll be inspired because that's the actual purpose of it. Maybe I am lacking confidence because you might not like what I write or not even bat an eyelash on it.
The everyday practice of technicalities and precise computations could also be another reason that I don't imagine and bend reality anymore. I remember, before I can write something in just about twenty minutes when the emotion is there. Am I lacking the emotion? the inspiration? Then inspire me in a way that my heart would burst with feelings and words. Inspire me like what you always like to do. I cannot do this alone. Push my buttons, irritate me, make me weap, make me laugh, make me fall in love, and then maybe I can come up with a masterpiece.
Take me far, in a distant land cold and misty, or by the shore with the crashing of waves, on a busy street where we can cross paths and be just like the two remaining people on earth.
This will be the first time so I want it to be special. It is another reason to be thankful for when the season of rain comes. I want it to be something I will remember even when the time of waning had come.
Be my new reason to start expressing what I feel again. Be my source of emotion, my source of pain, my source of happiness. Teach me how to be like you courageous and transparent. You show what you feel, you write what you feel, you sing what you feel.
I hope it will not be too late, but if ever it will be, I know I have something to keep.
"... I need you like you need me..." There, maybe I can play around with that..
See? you inspired me already..
Get well soon <3