one tiny fragment of time

a distinct presence

that made you feel different

for the first time

a soft breeze

a brief glimpse

a lingering sigh

and a stolen smile

was all there is

when green petals floated with the wind

that tiny fragment of time

will remain

and change everything

031811

embracing headaches with a string of words

there is a difference between being truly clever and being clever from stepping on other people’s toes

031511

fangs

We had a thing at school where we needed to accomplish some requirements for us to reach our goal (which maybe you wouldn’t really understand and it might need another lengthy write-up). I woke up really early to get to the hospital where we needed some forms to be signed. It wasn’t easy as it sounds.

I figured being early wouldn’t help you get it done. Because in some way, other people have already had a friend reserve them in the line because they were late. Because in some way, they would keep flashing smiles while inserting themselves in the line. Because in some way, they would have skirted in the crowd and clawed off their inconsiderate way where they shouldn’t ever be.

I’m so calm today. I don’t even know what I looked like just watching how things are going through. I can feel my pseudo-fangs. I thought, Why do these people have to make me feel that life is more unfair than it used to?

Anyway, as the day progressed, a friend of mine taught me how to be reallycalm. (the real type of calm that doesn’t come with gritted teeth). I sighed more today. She was really calm with everything telling me that it doesn’t matter who comes first or who come last. The point is, all of us will signed sooner or later. 

And she was right.The tiring day ended up with me being glad again because I was able to go through another test for my patience and accomplish the forms. I was calm.

(The fangs I’m talking about were the canine teeth we have that seemed to be more prominent today while I was waiting in the long line.)

Sometimes, it doesn’t matter who comes first and who comes last in line. What matters is HOW you came in it.

something out of bus rides

I sit by the window
watch the amazing view
green rice fields
towering trees
bluer skies
and more
my mind would just wander off
then I’d think and think some more
I’d always get caught
just staring out the the window
loving the wind and colors
feeling it pass through my face
allowing it to mess up my hair
then I see people the bus passes by
I see a glimpse of their picture
I see them do what they always do
laugh with their friends under a shade
do some of their daily chores
play and watch tv in their own homes
and stare back like I do
during this time
I just don’t have a piece of paper
to write on every single goo
then when I do try to write it all
it’s also has wandered off
^__^

Secret. 

“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.” — E. E. Cummings

Youngblood

One of the books I loved so much way back. 

It is composed of well-written essays of people twenty something below who has something to say about the world. It has something about learnings of growing up, about loving life, learning from mistakes and taking hold of it and being aware of the happenings of the society. Its a book about being a youth. 

This is one of the reasons why I loved writing. I actually wrote for this 4 years ago because it has a column on a newspaper and they publish one work per week. I didn’t get published. gehe. ^__^

Anyway, it’s worth reading! I used to have this book but someone borrowed it and never returned. Makes me sad remembering it. :( 

Lesson: Take note of people who can’t return anything borrowed.  T_T

how to paste brain to paper. >_<

To Someone

You are my poem

A rhyme that never gets old

You are stuck on me on every word

You were.

dear sky,

please, oh please don’t cry… :’(

<rain>

realizations

I think I still haven’t figured out what I really want to be. There’s this long list of what I want to do but there are also things that hinder me from doing any of it.

I haven’t made a sensible realization so far. I think some of my realizations are just forced out or made up just to fit for a realization. I wonder what I’ll need to go through just to grab that thought that will set things straight. It makes me confused.

Right now, I’m stuck with searching for it. I will search for it. Even if it means doing almost anything on my list.

Modern Family

Late night, I watch this show through my laptop and laugh really hard on silent mode! It’s pretty hard when you’re trying not to make a sound in the middle of the night when the series kept bringing really funny misfits one after the other. Don’t get me started on the punch lines. It’s so heartwarming altogether how the family in this show makes it through a day.

This is a new addition to the list of my favorite TV series. The people who made this is just brilliant!!!

before the inevitable graduation day

i kept receiving random hugs from my dear batchmates for reasons untold

awh... :)