Monday, September 17, 2012

september 18

i checked my school balance and i felt depressed about it. i still have to pay a huge amount and my mom  doesn't have any idea about it. so you know, i have to tell this to her before it's too late. 
earlier, i was celebrating how good my life is, no cares no worrying shits, but now that i am actually connecting myself to the world, i am welcomed by piles of shits again. i cannot contain this so i have to tell this to the whole world. and so that the burden will become less depressing.

not everyone will read this, at least someone will know that a girl from the other side of the world is feeling so shitty this moment. everyone feels shitty ones in a while, and i think i have it this time. as much as i want to defecate this, i already did this morning. at least i am relieved by the tangible shits. 

 

Saturday, June 23, 2012

gazebo idea 2

you know the feeling when you want to write something and you play this very serene mellow music and it feels so good you started writing so fast..... the lyrics. that's how good music are.

gazebo ideas

eternal peace, internal violence, i am succumbed by immoral decadence. this is not about the age of acceptance, but about the outward struggle to be ... to be. to be everything you and i desires to be. it is not even the tears we shed before, and the way we look at them now, in our minds, as they stream on our youthful cheeks. this is not even about the rusted chains that ties us both in the poles of our past. this is my violence within that i want to suppress, the violence to walk across you naked.

free my silence unto the unknown space, and there i will sing the lyrics of my affection.


Friday, May 4, 2012

plain anything


i don't know how long i can hold and idea on my head. it is like holding water inside my mouth, not letting a single drop spill out. struggling to find a container where i can place it.

i thought of something this morning, that statement above. do you know how it feels when you're too desperate to write on what is in your head yet you do not have the means to write it? that is why i alwasy bring my phone with me, or a note pad and my pen at hand. for emergency sake.                                                     _______________

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                          unfathomable       __________________________        distance.

is there a person i truly loved? to whom i can confide my weaknesses without the fear of prejudice.


i want to write something tonight. however, i cannot persuade my self. and i cannot move my stubborn author within. impossible and immaterial. why the sudden barreness of feelings and inspirations? a languid soul was resting inside me and it has now deserted me, perhaps, taking a walk outside. and me, i'll just be here, and my laptop. with closed eyes i'll wait for your coming, for you to be written in beautiful symbols and so i can make sense of your form, and appreciate your beauty. knock on my door tonight and disturb me, and shook me till i wake  up. and tell me your story. languid.


morning outlet


good morning sun, though i haven't seen you rise this morning cause i was sprawling on my bed while watching the ceiling and thinking about first, (what i did i thought first anyway, i can barely remember it) my burden in my heart. yes, it is becoming such a burden to me now that i do not really open myself up. so unusual, so not me isn't it? but i do not want to be a confrontative and assertive to them now. as what i have said and what i alwasy try to achieve, there should be a proper and perfect timing for everything. i know i am always thinking about it, the timing. i plan things on my head many days before i would actually do my performance, but the thing is, even if things were meticupoiusly planne, script already memorized by heart, i cannot seem to perform it well when i am in the actual stage already. i all of my plans suddenly blows away because i still have that impulsive and compulsive nature in me, that is ruining everything. hate it sometimes though. that is why i hate planning and trying to set things as how it should be and must be.
and if you are confused as to what i am planning, since i haven't presented in the introduction because i was busy defending myself first, well, anyway, it is about my plan with regards to talking and confronting someone. because i think if i won't talk things over, it will be very dofficult for me most specially because i always think a lot and i crowd my mind with these guilty thoughts on my head. in which, i know myself, the more i think the more i convince myself to be guuilty of a crime i have never done. yes, that's me. and that is what i get from overthing even the most mundane of thoughts or events, or people whatsoever. i do wish i have the power the turn this mind off sometimes, cause i just want to be at peace and totally forget things that are supposed to not bother me but since i am such a bitch to myself and that is why thoughts and constantly thinking keeps on bothering my mind.
i want to clear myself out, i have this strong urge to clear my name though i really haven't done anything very mean or very wrong that is worth a lifetime imprisonment or lethal injection. i just feel like asking for an apology. becasue i think, despite me reasoning my out of this mess, i know i did something mean. i cannot point that out yet, but perhaps when i will realize my faults already (which is very rare.) i know i myself will sway off the dark clouds on my mind. and things will be fine, i am hopeful, i am always hopeful deep inside, despite my constant pessimism.
i just hope that when i talk things over already, the people i amadressing to will open their close minds and comprehend me, not miscontrued me because of my past faults, if i have done some to them. all along i am thinking, how mean am i. these are good people surrounding me and yet look what i am doing, shoving them away from me. however, i believe that there is a good reason for everything, i am convinced of that, of my own logical reasoning. perhaps i am dwelling more upon the guilty thought of actually isolating myself from them, of the facade rather than the back of it. that is why, perhaps i really do think myself somehow of having the fault. but well, if i am going to dissect it, disintegrate and analyze the sets of evets and actions made...well, i am rightful to be acquited, somehow i am. that is why, i will take efforts of clearing myself from an offence that shouldn't be construeded as an offence, not at all.
did i asked myself what would i feel after this? perhaps, i will be relieved at last from the burden of understanding immaturity and the ways of the immature persons.
buut let me write something about my current feelings now, i do feel down and neglected, and misunderstood and scorned at...and let me say a bit lonely. for a lot of reasons i guess: family, a friend who left for a job in a very distant place, anxiety, my current situation with my coworkers at the school i am currently working. but i guess, the reason that really distracts me most is the last one, because i can see these people everyday, and it really saddens me to see them close and painfully far from me. i mean they are really good people, why cannot i see it now? or is it my fault all along? they, making this distance? i don't know, that is why i would like to ask them. they really good to me, esepecially that guy, though he has also his faults. or so i just thought he is all this good kind person. am i right when i see him the saintly? am i not wrong or insufficient at some point when i said that? am i mistaken? i don't know. perhaps, he really is a good person. well he has done something good to me many times, and i want to emphasize and dwell on those. but why am i so duboius now of his motives, now that i am currently not in good tides with him. is it because this person wants something from me, and that is why he showed me all those good deeds? why am i such a cynical person. because it is! i really trust my reasoning, but on the other hand i shouldn't judge a person arbitrarily, i know that, i should have evidences to prove my claims, to streghthen my theory.i need facts that will substantiate my ideas. for now i don not know how will i squeeze that out from them, i need planning, thought in planning i am not good, though sometimes it is futile to plan things detail by detail for i know i t won't work out, as it should be and will be.
i really have to write to calm myself, to ease the burden. i need an outlet.

imaginary



i might not write like you, and i don't have intentions writing in a similar light as you do. because i really think that originality should come first; let that be an idea or your writing styles. anyway, staring this day on, i have decided to write something about my ideal lover who is just a ride away from my place, yet a universe away from me. i have been reading his blog and i can consider myself to be his secret and invisible fan. clapping my heart. and crying over his oh-so-bitter-sweet-romantic entries. i never wish i can write like him. i wish he will write for me, or he wrote those for me. in which the former can be a lot possible since i always have this undying will to let the universe conspire with me. haha.

the idea came two nights ago, it was one cold night and i was reading his old blog posts just before i bump the sack. it has been a habit now, and instead of making me sleep, it just made me think of him and the possibilities of "us" together, writing letters to each other. hehehe. so there i was, imagining that this guy is a distant lover. and me, writing letters for him as a reply. this is a very stupid an idea that's why i don't let anyone know about this. it will just cement their perception of me... lunatic. hahaha!

but would it sound unfair if i say that i am in love with the writings and not with the author? that it is not to him that i fell in love first but the beautiful play of words. nonsense!



empty words


my days starts with thoughts of you.
but will you say that you love me and show me that you care....
my love will always be with you..

above is an excerpt from a song currently playin on the radio. this should not be the flow of this essay, but somehow the lyrics of the song catched my attention and now i'm writing this one. i am writing this for someone far away from me. that someone i am loving from a distance. when i think of you i am thinking how can i ever show you my affection and prove you my love. how can i ever prove myself worthy?
sometimes when i ask myself this questions, i get to think if are you pondering the same questions, or, if does matter to you anyway. i want to think of the good times so that i can continue my feelings, but how weak am i and how untrue are these feelings. when i admire you only for the good times, and detest the bad. i pondered upon these thoughts and i prove it wrong, immaterial to the growth of my love for you. i love you, for who you are, bad or good as they may be. i love you for your past, present and future.

fate or destiny? choice? why it should be you? of all people. perhaps because God has his own reasons, and i hope these reasons are also my reasons. because i believe i cannot love a person for no reason, whatever they maybe, even how shallow they can be. all i need to do is to accept these reasons and let my reasons will also be yours. :)

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but tell me, why am i writing with no soul in my words. like an empty shell loaded to a gun. why can't i feel anything from this?

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