I've been thinking more like losing grip now. I've been through too much at these times and basically, I do want to relax. I wanted to get a grip on things that' been keeping me away from the world. I wanted to spend the last drop of money on omething that would make me happy. But this just has to stop.
I'm going to Davao next week. I need to get a grip on things and I want things to turn out well. I miss my life.
Me-unmasked
- kisses
- the underworld, Philippines
- I love sunsets, reading books, sleeping, listening to secondhand serenade, listening to Tigerlily, watching sunsets, drinking coke, messing with photoshop, daydreaming, perking up the class, internet cafes, beaches, cafes in davao, Coke floats in McdO, cappucino at Zagu, writing poems, fighting the people in charge, defending human rights, eating noodles, it when pipol smile back, francis kong and bob ong books, talking to people, doing things for others, annoying others, writing before going to sleep sleeping late, playin spider solitaire
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
One Special Gift
True Love can be in actions instead of words
By Ma. Glaiza Lee
(Manila Bulletin, November 28, 2008)
“How long have we been friends?”
That question broke the silence. He had been sitting in the sofa for the past hour or so. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his presence. I don’t know why or how, but I just knew when he was around.
He had not made any sound because he knew that it was forbidden to make any noise when I’m reading a book, especially now that I’m just learning how to read in Braille.
I am partially blind. My blindness wasn’t congenital. It was cause by an accident almost two years ago. My family and I were on our way to Baguio when a delivery truck hit our vehicle. The truck driver was drunk and he lost control of the steering wheel.
Splinters from the window shield pierced my eyes and damaged the cornea. We consulted several doctors, and they recommended a cornea transplant. Just a few days ago, we received some good news. My doctor found a donor whose eyes perfectly matched mine, and the operation was scheduled a week from now.
I turned my head to where Daniel was sitting. “What’s wrong with you? Lately, you’re becoming very mushy,” I joked.
I’d noticed it, but didn’t pay much attention. I was busy with school and the coming holidays. But, Daniel wasn’t himself these past few days. His voice was not its usual cheerful tone. He sounded exhausted.
These past weeks, he failed to fetch me after my classes ended, which was really unusual. Ever since we became friends, he hadn’t missed a day. We were friends ever since “we were conceived” as our parents put it.
I didn’t see it, but I knew he smiled at my joke. He sat beside me, and I felt him look me in the eyes as if I would be able to see his face.
“Elisha, if there will be a time when I won’t be there for you… it isn’t my intention,” he whispered. With a quizzical look, I ask him why he was telling me these things, but he didn’t answer and just hugged me tight.
***
A few days before Christmas, I was lying on the hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and getting psyched up for the operation. I had waited for this time, but I was so scared. My family and I were hoping the operation would go smoothly.
“I can’t wait to see your face again,” I told Daniel who was sitting by my bedside, holding my hand. Sometimes, he would squeeze it as if telling me that everything would be all right. He took my right hand, and brushed his lips on it.
“I can’t wait for you to see the world as I see it,” he whispered in my ears and dropped a kiss on my forehead before I was whisked to the operating room.
It had been a week since the operation. I was able to see again, all the colors, lights, shapes, and everything around me. It was like leaving the darkness which has enveloped me the past two years, and finally dwelling in the light again.
It was Christmas. Strangely, Daniel wasn’t around when I first opened my eyes after the operation. I asked my parents, even called his house, asking if they knew where he was. But they couldn’t give me a straight answer.
I couldn’t wait to see Daniel. Maybe, he was just preparing a surprise for me. It was typical of him to do that, I thought. And I couldn’t wait to see what it was.
When the doorbell rang, I was ecstatic. I was pretty sure it would be Daniel and his family. I kissed Daniel’s parents as they entered. I looked behind them to see Daniel, but he wasn’t with them.
I peeped outside the gate, maybe he was just around somewhere. But no, he was nowhere. I looked at his parents who were standing beside my parents at the patio. Why did it seem there was sadness in their eyes?
Before I could open my mouth to ask them where Daniel was, his mother handed me a gift wrapped in silver paper with a red ribbon. When I opened it, it revealed the cashmere dress I’d always wanted. Only Daniel knew about it.
A card fell when I pulled the dress from the box. My name was scribbled on the envelope. I knew that handwriting. It was Daniel’s.
“Dear Elisha,” the letter began. “If you are reading this, then I will be very happy because it means the operation was successful. I just wish I was there to witness it, and share that special moment with you. But I won’t be there. Not because I don’t want to, but because fate won’t permit it.
“Remember that summer we spent in Baguio? You looked very lovely in that pink dress and yet you were crying because you couldn’t go out and play in the rain. It pained me to see you crying so I did everything to stop you from crying and wipe the tears away. I promised from that day I would do everything to make you happy. I would protect you and shield you. No one and nothing would hurt you, if I could help it.
“We’ve known each other since we were born. And you’re my best friend. We’ve shared everything and anything. My days are not complete without seeing you. I’m always anticipating those cute smiles and I love hearing those hearty laughs. They brighten up my days. I always wanted to be the one to put those smiles on your face and be the reason why you laugh.
“Yes, Elisha, I’ve been in love with you since that summer…” Tears started to fall. I didn’t know. I have no idea. How could I not notice it?
Don’t blame yourself. I did everything to keep it a secret. Don’t get mad. I know we promised that we shouldn’t keep any secrets from each other. I’m afraid of rejection and that you might not feel the same way and soon, I would lose even our friendship. I couldn’t take that so I kept it.
“This was hard for me, not to be there to share the milestones of your life, hold you when you’re afraid and pick you up when you stumble. But my time is up. I can’t stay much longer, even if I want to.
“Three years ago, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. It was already on its final stage. The doctors couldn’t do anything. They gave me just a year to live. I lasted for another year because of you. The thought that I would leave you alone strengthened my will to survive, if not prolong my days.
But he was already calling me. He had given me much more than I hoped for. It’s time I go back to him, and stay with Him. This is not goodbye. This is just a temporary separation. We’ll see each other again… in another time and place. Take care of my eyes. I’m sure they look lovely on you… Love, Daniel.”
By Ma. Glaiza Lee
(Manila Bulletin, November 28, 2008)
“How long have we been friends?”
That question broke the silence. He had been sitting in the sofa for the past hour or so. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his presence. I don’t know why or how, but I just knew when he was around.
He had not made any sound because he knew that it was forbidden to make any noise when I’m reading a book, especially now that I’m just learning how to read in Braille.
I am partially blind. My blindness wasn’t congenital. It was cause by an accident almost two years ago. My family and I were on our way to Baguio when a delivery truck hit our vehicle. The truck driver was drunk and he lost control of the steering wheel.
Splinters from the window shield pierced my eyes and damaged the cornea. We consulted several doctors, and they recommended a cornea transplant. Just a few days ago, we received some good news. My doctor found a donor whose eyes perfectly matched mine, and the operation was scheduled a week from now.
I turned my head to where Daniel was sitting. “What’s wrong with you? Lately, you’re becoming very mushy,” I joked.
I’d noticed it, but didn’t pay much attention. I was busy with school and the coming holidays. But, Daniel wasn’t himself these past few days. His voice was not its usual cheerful tone. He sounded exhausted.
These past weeks, he failed to fetch me after my classes ended, which was really unusual. Ever since we became friends, he hadn’t missed a day. We were friends ever since “we were conceived” as our parents put it.
I didn’t see it, but I knew he smiled at my joke. He sat beside me, and I felt him look me in the eyes as if I would be able to see his face.
“Elisha, if there will be a time when I won’t be there for you… it isn’t my intention,” he whispered. With a quizzical look, I ask him why he was telling me these things, but he didn’t answer and just hugged me tight.
***
A few days before Christmas, I was lying on the hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown and getting psyched up for the operation. I had waited for this time, but I was so scared. My family and I were hoping the operation would go smoothly.
“I can’t wait to see your face again,” I told Daniel who was sitting by my bedside, holding my hand. Sometimes, he would squeeze it as if telling me that everything would be all right. He took my right hand, and brushed his lips on it.
“I can’t wait for you to see the world as I see it,” he whispered in my ears and dropped a kiss on my forehead before I was whisked to the operating room.
It had been a week since the operation. I was able to see again, all the colors, lights, shapes, and everything around me. It was like leaving the darkness which has enveloped me the past two years, and finally dwelling in the light again.
It was Christmas. Strangely, Daniel wasn’t around when I first opened my eyes after the operation. I asked my parents, even called his house, asking if they knew where he was. But they couldn’t give me a straight answer.
I couldn’t wait to see Daniel. Maybe, he was just preparing a surprise for me. It was typical of him to do that, I thought. And I couldn’t wait to see what it was.
When the doorbell rang, I was ecstatic. I was pretty sure it would be Daniel and his family. I kissed Daniel’s parents as they entered. I looked behind them to see Daniel, but he wasn’t with them.
I peeped outside the gate, maybe he was just around somewhere. But no, he was nowhere. I looked at his parents who were standing beside my parents at the patio. Why did it seem there was sadness in their eyes?
Before I could open my mouth to ask them where Daniel was, his mother handed me a gift wrapped in silver paper with a red ribbon. When I opened it, it revealed the cashmere dress I’d always wanted. Only Daniel knew about it.
A card fell when I pulled the dress from the box. My name was scribbled on the envelope. I knew that handwriting. It was Daniel’s.
“Dear Elisha,” the letter began. “If you are reading this, then I will be very happy because it means the operation was successful. I just wish I was there to witness it, and share that special moment with you. But I won’t be there. Not because I don’t want to, but because fate won’t permit it.
“Remember that summer we spent in Baguio? You looked very lovely in that pink dress and yet you were crying because you couldn’t go out and play in the rain. It pained me to see you crying so I did everything to stop you from crying and wipe the tears away. I promised from that day I would do everything to make you happy. I would protect you and shield you. No one and nothing would hurt you, if I could help it.
“We’ve known each other since we were born. And you’re my best friend. We’ve shared everything and anything. My days are not complete without seeing you. I’m always anticipating those cute smiles and I love hearing those hearty laughs. They brighten up my days. I always wanted to be the one to put those smiles on your face and be the reason why you laugh.
“Yes, Elisha, I’ve been in love with you since that summer…” Tears started to fall. I didn’t know. I have no idea. How could I not notice it?
Don’t blame yourself. I did everything to keep it a secret. Don’t get mad. I know we promised that we shouldn’t keep any secrets from each other. I’m afraid of rejection and that you might not feel the same way and soon, I would lose even our friendship. I couldn’t take that so I kept it.
“This was hard for me, not to be there to share the milestones of your life, hold you when you’re afraid and pick you up when you stumble. But my time is up. I can’t stay much longer, even if I want to.
“Three years ago, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. It was already on its final stage. The doctors couldn’t do anything. They gave me just a year to live. I lasted for another year because of you. The thought that I would leave you alone strengthened my will to survive, if not prolong my days.
But he was already calling me. He had given me much more than I hoped for. It’s time I go back to him, and stay with Him. This is not goodbye. This is just a temporary separation. We’ll see each other again… in another time and place. Take care of my eyes. I’m sure they look lovely on you… Love, Daniel.”
Monday, November 24, 2008
Why I quit extra-curricular activities
Sometimes, I think it would be better if I give myself time to rest. I've done much last semester and probably, it's better to give myself a time for change. I've neglected all responsibilities that they gave me this semester... and they're all asking me why?!
I'm just tired.
Does that answer the question?! I don't want any heated arguments with my parents anymore about my coming home late or about me neglecting my studies. (They don't really do that often) I want to spend TV time in my parents' crib, I want to read, text or probably go somewhere else without never having to worry about meetings, major activities or people looking for me. I'm still in school and I really want to make good use of my learning time here. I'm about to graduate next year (2010), and perhaps, I would want to learn something here that makes sense, instead of just writing letters and organizing excursions.
I also want to achieve something this semester. I'd like to (at least) finish off the rubix cube, beautify my blogs, eat ice cream and improve my GPA. My grades are just fine I just wanted improvement. That's all. I don't like to see another 3.54 again. I'm tired of it and I don't want to fail.
Well, I also want a stress-free life. Probably, I'm just craving for happiness that's why I wanted this. I hope they understand.
I'm just tired.
Does that answer the question?! I don't want any heated arguments with my parents anymore about my coming home late or about me neglecting my studies. (They don't really do that often) I want to spend TV time in my parents' crib, I want to read, text or probably go somewhere else without never having to worry about meetings, major activities or people looking for me. I'm still in school and I really want to make good use of my learning time here. I'm about to graduate next year (2010), and perhaps, I would want to learn something here that makes sense, instead of just writing letters and organizing excursions.
I also want to achieve something this semester. I'd like to (at least) finish off the rubix cube, beautify my blogs, eat ice cream and improve my GPA. My grades are just fine I just wanted improvement. That's all. I don't like to see another 3.54 again. I'm tired of it and I don't want to fail.
Well, I also want a stress-free life. Probably, I'm just craving for happiness that's why I wanted this. I hope they understand.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
snooopin!
I should be at the high school building this time but here I am, punching the keys of this damn keyboard. I am bored. I admit it. What (the hell?) am I going to do with just 3 hours left of my precious time to think about myself? This evening, I would be pre-occupied of the SA (don't have a choice) and well, maybe have much time for my FS. I still don't have a topic for my thesis and it's due on sunday!!! Well, bloggers, its my mom's birthday on sunday and I don't even have time to attend to the party. I guess I'm just too tired to think things over and probably breathe fresh air.
Another thing, I'm terribly sick. I've been coughing for (like) 2 weeks now and I haven't even recovered yet. I wish I'd just crawl up to my bedand lie there thinking about...nothing. I'm too tired to work on my stuff. I wish I had more time.
Another thing, I'm terribly sick. I've been coughing for (like) 2 weeks now and I haven't even recovered yet. I wish I'd just crawl up to my bedand lie there thinking about...nothing. I'm too tired to work on my stuff. I wish I had more time.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
It just went away. I felt all alone as I'm trying to think of reasons why i couldn't reach him. Was his phone lost? stolen? Was his battery low? Why was he out of reach?! I started calling him since 10pm last night but I just couldn't reach him. I'm beginning to freak out. What if I'd never reach him again? DAMN! Why can't he see how much I need him right now? I wished i should just have dosed much on pills to make him worry for me. I wasn't turning cold! I was just letting him enjoy his friends' company. How I wish he'd care enough to leave me a comment on this.
I wish this isn't giving up. I've waited long enough to make this work. I'm not throwing it away just because they don't like him. Damn! Damn! Damn! I hope he realizes how much this means to me. I can't just give this up! Why can't he see that I need him more than anything else? Why would he try to end this?! He has to answer my call tonight if he doesn't want me dead. I'm so tired of this break-up stuff. I will grow up. He'll see!
I wish this isn't giving up. I've waited long enough to make this work. I'm not throwing it away just because they don't like him. Damn! Damn! Damn! I hope he realizes how much this means to me. I can't just give this up! Why can't he see that I need him more than anything else? Why would he try to end this?! He has to answer my call tonight if he doesn't want me dead. I'm so tired of this break-up stuff. I will grow up. He'll see!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The Last Time
This is the last time
that i'm ever giving in.
Sunday, Nov.9:
I sit here tapping my fingers trying to think of things I want to share. Probably, I just don't know what to think about. i want to cry. I've lost my only reason to smile.
I'll probably move on. i hope i can.
that i'm ever giving in.
Sunday, Nov.9:
I sit here tapping my fingers trying to think of things I want to share. Probably, I just don't know what to think about. i want to cry. I've lost my only reason to smile.
I'll probably move on. i hope i can.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Trips!
Happy aqng sembreak! yeah!
hehehe!
Well, we went to pindasan with the clan..had a barbecue cookout, went snorkeling..(gnda ng fishes...!), tpos boating round the island... I also went to the teacher's day out at MergRande resort.. kakainis lng cuz an lau ng ploadn.. huhuhu! pro, the resort's nice.. as in really nice..specially pg gabi... daming cottages.. hehe! and mga small hauses.. (can i stay there for a week?!) sarap pa ng food! Aie, nq! At list, i got to unwind and do some stuff which I hadn't done for like a year.. Obviously, this is really fun for me... although, kmi-kmi lng with the clan.. Hay, unfortunately, ncra cp q. huhuhu! can i get a new one?! hay.. sna, soon..
Anyway, I'm staying at digos for this week, at kht, di pa q nkapag-enrol..i think, i'm gonna enjoy nxt sem..(with new pipz to work with., I hope my last ish gets published.. )
Well, think that's done for now. I'm goin to the beach tmorow.. see yah guyz! til' nxt week! I'm posting pix nxt tym pg nfinish na ug edit..
hehehe!
Well, we went to pindasan with the clan..had a barbecue cookout, went snorkeling..(gnda ng fishes...!), tpos boating round the island... I also went to the teacher's day out at MergRande resort.. kakainis lng cuz an lau ng ploadn.. huhuhu! pro, the resort's nice.. as in really nice..specially pg gabi... daming cottages.. hehe! and mga small hauses.. (can i stay there for a week?!) sarap pa ng food! Aie, nq! At list, i got to unwind and do some stuff which I hadn't done for like a year.. Obviously, this is really fun for me... although, kmi-kmi lng with the clan.. Hay, unfortunately, ncra cp q. huhuhu! can i get a new one?! hay.. sna, soon..
Anyway, I'm staying at digos for this week, at kht, di pa q nkapag-enrol..i think, i'm gonna enjoy nxt sem..(with new pipz to work with., I hope my last ish gets published.. )
Well, think that's done for now. I'm goin to the beach tmorow.. see yah guyz! til' nxt week! I'm posting pix nxt tym pg nfinish na ug edit..
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
October 14, 2008: My 19th Birthday
Anyway, my birthday exactly started at 12 am, when my really thoughtful mahal called me up to sing for me. Admittingly, I was still sleepy by then. I slept at around 11 because I still had to put up with the spaghetti and the flower bread (I’ll show the pictures, so you won’t be quizzical about it).
So, I tried to go to sleep. Apparently, it was unsuccessful. I really wanted to cry. My roommates were already snoring but I stayed wide awake. Eventually, my batchmates came along for a sip of hot milo and some slightly freezing spaghetti. My mentors, Ma’am Karel and Sir Tata came too (I bet Sir Tata slept for like 5 minutes while waiting for the food to be served). Anyway, they went there and got scolded by my killjoy neighbor. The incident proved to be insignificant anyway. I don’t exactly know for Orval because he was the one who talked to the curly dunno-what-to-call-her. After a few rounds of picture-perfect moments, they agreed to go back to sleep which proved a little helpful for me. They left at 2am.
Then, while I thought everything was to be perfect, another group made of slightly off-key singers came along. They were really a bit off-key. At least I’m being honest. Hehe! My BSBA bros and sissies came along with Jela… What’s funny with these people is that I was really thinking that the came here for the food. Well, it was really the food that they consumed. Imagine wasted raisins on the floor plus catsup-splotched jackets. They looked really funny. Hahaha! They never left til around 6 which gave me enough time to prepare for school. For the first few moments, I was just happy that I wasn’t late for class. It was an achievement.
Anyway, the batchmates with Ma’am Karel went out to Banok’s for lunch. I have the pictures in my friendster profile. We were really very full and I was like going to vomit but I had to consume the last quart of Pepsi plus a half-eaten plate of Bihon Guisado. My stomach was really aching and we still had guts to remind Ma’am Karel of her promised ice cream. Eight of us had to finish off a gallon and all of us were really very full. I swear I really wanted to be in a CR that time. I was late for my afternoon class because I was very sleepy when we got back to the school. Anyway, I went back to Digos at around 6. This time, I was with my housemates. I ate chicken AGAIN…plus a liter of pepsi just for me. I was very, very full that I slept right ahead when I got back in my room. Lej wanted to call me but I was sound asleep. I’m sorry… Hehe! Anyway, it was the thought that counted.
Now, for the list, here it is!
I want to thank:
Mama, papa and te joann – for the food, the good cooking and the hospitability
Chau – for doing nothing but irritate me.
Jam Arni Khyle – for my 20 kisses.
Isah, Evange, Manoi, Orval, Erika, Shyne, Gabby and Edward – for keeping me company.
Ma’am Karel – for the ice cream… Happy Birthday too!
Te sweet, Darlene, jan2, te rose, daz, dawn, master, jela and Baby Ralph – for my flowers.
That cute guy who gave us the menu – for being so patient with my kakulitan.
Banok’s Digos – for the food entertainment
Jaacen and Kya Vivan – for singing to me.
SA – for my expected card…You’re all so sweet.
Sis Beam – for my monkey… It’s better than chocolates!
Nai Bem – for my real birthday kiss
Ian Kevin – for EJ’s pic. Hehe! And for the imagined birthday kisses nrin.
Ma’am Nery and Ma’am Credo – for my birthday money. You’re very sweet!
Krissete and Joy – for remembering.
Lej – for the unanswered call. It’s the thought that counts.
Sheena – for putting up with my noise and grown-up immaturity.
Geoff – for the text message
Jam’s Sis [karla] – for the friendster comment.
Ayana Jean – who cared to greet me although a day late.
aYet – for that lick. I hate it!
God – for yesterday, today, tomorrow and all the rest of my days.
Everyone – who loved me, cared for me, understood me and adored me. I exist because of you. Thanks a lot.
My Wish:
I wish happiness would be forever and I wouldn’t cry anymore. I wish for inner peace and deeper commitment. I wish for sweet dreams and good memories. I wish for love and understanding. I wish to see Jam for even just one day. I wish for maturity and childlike innocence. I wish for rainbows and pillows and teddy bears and lots of chocolates. I wish for happiness.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
When Angels Choose To Walk
When Angels Choose to Walk
-Sue Me
(taken from Collage 2nd ish 2007-2008: Cheating)
I used to throw old coins into the sea to make a wish come true. I would stand on the edge of an abandoned dock, toss my coin into the lapping waves, and whisper my wish to the wind. I knew my little hope of having an angel of my own would soon come true.
I had always dreamt of having a real angel who would come to my rescue, cover me with his silvery-white feathered wings and release me when I get tangled in webs of confusion, fear or tragedy. Yes, I prayed to the sea to send me my angel and it finally gave me my share of real fairy tales and miracles.
Just as I had imagined, I saw my angel on the shore walking to my direction just after I threw a fifty-cent coin into the dark water and whispered my aspiration to the breeze. The sun was setting down and the fiery colors in the skies created a silhouette of the angel. He walked slowly to me as if he owned Time. His wings were folded closely behind him; his face, concealed with the long locks of his hair, was slightly turned to the right. He just looked so much an angel that I forgot he was supposed to be looking at me.
The moment his bare feet left the warm sand and shared my wooden floor, I felt like he brought heaven to my god-forsaken place. My feet managed to walk a few steps to meet him.
“Did the sea send you?” I whispered, trying to conceal my amazement.
“Yes, it did.” He sighed and turned to look away to his right again.
I smiled in ecstasy.
“Then miracles do happen,” I whispered to the sea, the breeze and the skies. Without turning his gaze back to me, he said, “but not forever.”
I wanted to ask him what he meant because I did not fully understand what he had just said. But, I did not. I diverted my thoughts to his wings instead. For some fleeting moments, I savored the precious moments of being with an angel. I ran my hand over the soft down of his wings an wondered how a million of delicate feathers could carry someone to the person he is destined to be with.
I noticed the stray strands of his hair down his face again. I reached gently to tuck them behind his ear. Suddenly, he caught my hand, looked at me straight in the eye and said in an angry but hushed tone, “I know you didn’t understand when I told you miracles are not forever. Honestly, no miracles happen! Fairy tales are just an imagination!
He slowly released my hand.
“I am not staying here with you forever.” He confessed.
“You’re not? Why? I asked, stricken with confusion. I could never understand why he should go away. I fairy tales and miracles were not real; his confession sounded that way, too.
I walked to the edge of the dock and wrapped my arms across my body. The wind felt like a bucket of cold water against me and seemed to tell something I really ought to know. I looked back at the angel and he walked toward me. Then, he broke off his wings and thrust them into my unexpecting arms. Without his silver wings, he looked more like a stranger.
“I quit being your angel.” He sounded as if he knew I could find all the answers to my questions in that statement.
Without saying goodbye, he walked away to where his gaze had always been fixed from the start: On Stella – another girl on the edge of the dock, holding a brand new pair of wings in her outstretched hands.
I held the wings in my arms and wished that if miracles and fairy tales never come true, losing my angel never did, too.
Sue Me is one of those writers who have stories that reveal a part of me. I had taken a special interest in this story, When Angels Choose to walk, because it’s something I can always relate to. Every scene in the story had a similarity in one event of my life when I met the angel.
I also loved throwing coins to the sea to make my wishes come true. The sea and the sunset reminded me of wonderful things that I just took for granted. One day, the sea did grant my wish. He gave me my angel. He was too perfect to be real – even too perfect for words. For some fleeting moments, I cherished being able to have him… To touch him… To wonder if he’s really real. For a few moments, I thought I love him. But for some unknown reason, he left; leaving me to deal with a rejected love and a broken heart. He was mine, but not really.
A devil came along and turned my life around. I am happy now. But, I still think of my angel and wonder how he’s doing without me. He left me confused and hurting. I wonder if I hurt him too when I took him for granted. Maybe, he really wasn’t meant for me. I won’t wish for anything else anymore.
I hope he’ll also be happy.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Call
Sleep was almost dripping from my eyelids as I struggle for one last look outside the window. It's one in the morning and I'm so tired. I wanted to sleep, honestly. But, how ca I when all the forces tell me no?
I breathed deep and pulled the pillow over my head. How I wanted to sleep! I got up again, tossed the pillow to one side and moved the curtain. Everything was peaceful, perhaps wanting rest from the cares that the day brought. All was still save for the wind whistling and the water dripping from the bathroom.
Then I heard voices.
At first I thought, they weren't real. After all, its unusual for anyone to be walking around at dawn. I looked out. Everything was dark. Light was waving from a distance. Just then., my phone beeped. They were waiting outside. I almost fell of the upper deck of the bed, eager to get out. I quickly changed into a pair of pants and a shirt.
I walked out, feeling a lot more comfortable. I'm a lot better now. Sleep had gone.
I breathed deep and pulled the pillow over my head. How I wanted to sleep! I got up again, tossed the pillow to one side and moved the curtain. Everything was peaceful, perhaps wanting rest from the cares that the day brought. All was still save for the wind whistling and the water dripping from the bathroom.
Then I heard voices.
At first I thought, they weren't real. After all, its unusual for anyone to be walking around at dawn. I looked out. Everything was dark. Light was waving from a distance. Just then., my phone beeped. They were waiting outside. I almost fell of the upper deck of the bed, eager to get out. I quickly changed into a pair of pants and a shirt.
I walked out, feeling a lot more comfortable. I'm a lot better now. Sleep had gone.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Starting out
For all who followed teardrops, here's another blog from me. I'm posting pictures here next time. Anyway, this would probably be monthly since I have so many things to do or the moment. This hiatus (pause) really meas something for me. Who doesn't want a break anyway?
For a few acknowledgments, I want to thank:
-te' grace: for teaching me how to make another one.
-sunbeam: for reading my posts.
-rex: for bugging me.
-neo: for the "secondhand laptop" (if u know what i mean)
-all of you: for reading this.
Bear with me. Blogging isn't easy but I have to put up with it. I hope this gets better compared to my other blog. I'll have networking on this, by the way. So, in case people will have to check me up, follow this blog.
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"BIRTHDAY NEWS"
My birthday's next tuesday. email me: kez091207@yahoo.com; kez091207@mail.com or check my friendster.
HAppy birthday to:
*Ate poy: 10
*Ma'am Karel: 9
*Ate jena: 8
*khylekez: 12
*te kris: 13
*geoff: 24
I miss you guys!
Take care!
For a few acknowledgments, I want to thank:
-te' grace: for teaching me how to make another one.
-sunbeam: for reading my posts.
-rex: for bugging me.
-neo: for the "secondhand laptop" (if u know what i mean)
-all of you: for reading this.
Bear with me. Blogging isn't easy but I have to put up with it. I hope this gets better compared to my other blog. I'll have networking on this, by the way. So, in case people will have to check me up, follow this blog.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"BIRTHDAY NEWS"
My birthday's next tuesday. email me: kez091207@yahoo.com; kez091207@mail.com or check my friendster.
HAppy birthday to:
*Ate poy: 10
*Ma'am Karel: 9
*Ate jena: 8
*khylekez: 12
*te kris: 13
*geoff: 24
I miss you guys!
Take care!
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