hiram April 13, 2011

Bakit ba kahit anong tanggi ay pilit pa rin na bumabalik ang mga alaala mo na minsang hiniram lamang sa panahon?

Nais ko mang ibalik ang kahapon na ika’y nasa piling ko, hindi na maari. Hindi ko na magawa.

Ang hirap. Minsan na kong sumubok na ibalik ka ngunit hindi na ganun kadali ang lahat.

Sabi mo nga, “gusto ko pero hindi ko magawa”

Bakit?

Ang hiram intindihin. Sarado ba ang utak ko, o sayo?

Ayoko na ding sagutin kung sino ba sating dalawa…

Gusto ko lang ipaalala ang mga panahon na ating pinagdamayan.

Ipapaalala ko…

Ipapaalala ko…

Ipapaalala ko sa’yo.

Napakasaya… sayang.

stop April 11, 2011

This would be one of the endless lines that we usually hear… “I wish i could stop the world from turning.”

… and I like to echo it. I really wish that I could stop the time so I could rest my heart from pain and hurting… over and over again. Thinking about you makes me feel that you are getting far and far away… ’til you are unreachable… ’til you don’t know me at all.

 

I don’t want it. I fear it.

Damn.

…ing April 7, 2011

I am still here…

 

waiting

longing

cherishing

clinging

holding

praying

asking

dreaming

hoping

believing…

 

that we will again treasure the number eight… together.

 

until when… April 5, 2011

I will always be here, waiting for us to be together again.

until you see…

until you learn…

until you live…

until you breathe…

until you BELIEVE.

Fate separated us. True Love will bind us together again.

Have FAITH.

Intro April 2, 2011

For the past months I’ve been half-hearted to subscribe to this site. This is my third blogsite. What in the hell is wrong and i always bloghop? There are NEW reasons why I am writing again. With new reasons I want new surroundings, new ambiance, and new beginning.

So why I started doing this again?

My only reason is You.

Every word that’s printed, post that i will devote my time with, topics that I want to discuss with, feelings that i want to say to the world & words that were never spoken were dedicated to you.

It’s a diary, it’s OUR DIARY.

This is the story of life.

This is me.

This is you.

This is us.

 

This is me….

… waiting to become US again.