2.23.2011

reader's participation

as usual i had no time getting all creative and write about one long paragraph.  my notes are accumulating again so i might as well post them.  as it is.  the thing is, i have asked friends to give me titles to my different notes (doesn’t have to match with the story though).
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“mendeleevium”


you know what’s great about singlehood? your rocking/rollercoaster/everchanging schedule.  i love it and i hate it.  i have always loved order, but this is too much fun.  my routine’s always shaken.  and it compliments my lifestyle, hooray to freespirits! hmn, i wonder if i could ever let this go.





“indigo”


and so, you’re looking for a good shirt.  a good shirt that compliments almost all of your other outfit.  and that it has to be in great fit and in a particular color.  after weeks of looking for it you finally found one, but you suddenly wondered, maybe there’s a better shirt in a different store.  you decided not to buy it.  months have passed by and you’re still looking for that better shirt.  and as with the first shirt you found - it ran out of stock.
kids, please bear this in mind: it’s okay to be choosy, you deserve someone who fits you perfectly.  there may be a lot of fishes in the ocean, but you are not the only one searching.  do not think the options are unlimited.  if you see what you’re looking for, you just go get it.  try it out or else, it’ll pass you by.





“sunburn”


Ally McBeal reruns cause chestpain.  see below.
“Ally, you are someone who desperately wants love but doesn’t believe in it.”





“shock absorber”


it’s sad that when everyone thinks of you as a fortress, you cannot show yourself weak around them.  it’s like they’re getting their strength from you and if they see you give up they’d get more disappointed more than you would.  it’s like taking away their hope for the second time.
so this is a lesson learned: when I want to go all vulnerable, i go crazy on my BFF, whom I trust, someone I’m comfortable enough to share all my frustrations.  she listens more, and that’s the great part about it.
‘pader lang ako, kailangan ko pa rin ng poste na masasandigan ko.’




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famous last words:
“sometimes i get to think that writing is not talent - it is a raving disease - curable only when i literally write it down.”

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