life is a cliché

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. -- The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

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Monday, May 23, 2016
Getting By

Sometimes I don't see the grand scheme of things... or maybe this happens most of the time. I am merely getting along with time as it goes. I still don't know what I am really living for. True, I have passions and I do like with that. But living your passions doesn't really give you that feeling that you have it made or you can say this is what I've been living for. Often, it is just something that gets you by.

Posted at 12:56 am by surrealife
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Friday, January 22, 2016
Hello, Sleepless Nights

The lull of the sea lapping on and kissing the shore and its sparse landscape of weather-beaten rocks couldn't even make her sleep. It wasn't the bad singing and crooning of other resort guests that kept her awake. She just couldn't sleep as her mind endlessly meandered through random thoughts that vary from superficial, pensive, and nostalgic. Just a mix of everything. #throwback to November 2015

Posted at 01:14 am by surrealife
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Face to face,
Each trying to avoid each other's gaze but failed.
Inhale, exhale.
They struggle to grasp the right words to say.
The growing silence brings an air of unease and tension.

Her eyes speak of agony and spite.
She despises seeing him again.
She despises the way her heart beats.
She despises that he remains silent,
As if waiting for her to say something.

And he answered her with a pleading look.
Pleading for understanding...
For forgiveness.
He hates his inarticulateness,
his cowardice, and his indecisiveness.

Written years ago; and it's only now that I looked for it. An afternoon listening to Backstreet Boys somehow made me looked for it. Somehow, BSB makes me nostalgic... and makes me look back to days when I had super crush on Nick Carter and would save up for a BSB cassette tape.

Those days when afternoons mean going home from a seemingly long day at school and then still have time to go on bike trips at Thaddeus or catching up with the neighborhood kids... or rushing to be home in time for the afternoon cartoons shown on TV.

And your only heartbreaks would be missing the cartoon show you want or the fact that you didn't see your crush at school... or you didn't get a good score in a pop quiz or your PE teacher made all of you do those grueling calisthenic routines in your tacky PE uniform or your squad was asked to 100 pushups, squats, and jumping jacks under the scorching sun.

Posted at 06:35 pm by surrealife
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