fidelityandbetrayal

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really now? :))

I DID RECEIVE A MESSAGE. =))

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(via apoldolor)

It’s been a while since I felt the need to write. I don’t know where to start, though.

I’m too afraid to write my heart out for it is well possible that by doing so, I step on toes and further cause undue hurt. Too afraid that I may imply something and that something triggers a whole gumball of buried feelings. It’ll be ugly to see those emotions shooting up the air. Until now, I have to stop myself from saying things which may mean many things to other people.

Such a big pussy for caring about what other people think and feel, this is my blog after all, yeah yeah, I know.There’s just too many bridges burned, too much disappointment, too plenty of bad blood to go around that I don’t wanna add to the slaughter no more (excuse the double negation). It is so frustrating to be feeling something and not be able to shout it out loud. Thus, even this pussified blog post, followed by too few a people, was posted at this ungodly hour.

And I swear, if someone tries to tell me what to do and not do again, Imma punch that dude/tte in the mouth. I just want a break. :| /wrist

Love unrequited, love unmatched

For the longest time was our story

Love ignored, love untouched

Regret in not wanting it early

Not more than a year has passed

Not even a quarter at that,

Unsure of ‘til when this will last

Yet resolute, unyielding gut

‘Parting is such sweet sorrow’

Yes, Capulet got it right

Sweet thru a hundred tomorrows

Sorrow in distance’s plights

To know you’ll be leaving soon

Two months ‘til I see you again

Triggers an unflinching gloom

A wish that time, I may bend

Bring with you my hugs and kisses

Mundane conversations, too

In our routine and daily pieces,

Remember that I love you

For now that you’re here and I still can

Tenderness I’ll relentlessly show

In two days I’ll be longing, sorrow-laden

In ways and levels you’ll never know

(Santos,2010)

17th

Seventeen proved to be a very significant number in the recently concluded, craptastic 2009.

Feb.17, Nov. 17, Dec, 17.

Three dates that have given me my happiest, most nerve-wracking and life-changing moments, all forever engraved on my very existence. The three dates that marked the last days of my fairytale, dates that triggered the necessity for urgent, illogical and yet invigorating changes.

Di man inaasahan, ngayo’y kinakailangan.

The significant things that happened on those dates made me rethink and reconsider my choices, my path. I do not claim, never claimed that I fit in where people think I do(which is exactly where I am now. Ironic, yes.). I have always felt hollow, like every inch of me is dying to break free, but from what? That I did not know. And so thesoul-searching began.

Mundane as some task seemed, they pushed me towards, not to greater heights just yet, but to a whole new launch pad. A promise of a new high, a promise to defy gravity, a promise to fly like , be an eagle. I now know what I want, it’s just a matter of how hard I am willing to fight myself for it.

Closer-to-dream-day is slated on th first 17th of 2010. Yes, on January 17, 2010, not only will I be excited to dress up for a close friend’s debut, I will also be spending the day’s first 8 hours focusing on not effing up what may be the first and last chance I’ll ever have to a whole new adventure. Wish me luck, people. I’ll be needing it.

Seventeen, please be significant just when I need you to be.

And tonight, she dies

For the prince she never loved

King, forever loved

He’s more than a prince

Not much difference,

Fidelity, betrayal

Rings a solo tune

Can anyone finish this for me? ._.

He smiled and I knew

He no longer miss a piece

He found it in you

First attempt, trite in every angle.

Too lazy to answer formspring questions, Facebook feels tedious, Tumblr’s surprisingly unsurprising, news feels more right read on paper.

Hold me captive, primitivity, take me under any rock you find cozy. Who shares me techno-anguish? Talk about boring yourself through overexposure.

Techno-diet? Perfect timing.

Or maybe, for the first time, my alter ego doesn’t seem as happy. :)

I’m running out of words,

running out of ideas

and all at once it blurs;

everything I let pass

and now it’s too late

thoughts running ahead of me

blank mind, clean slate

can’t bring back clarity

talked too much

knew too little

memories grasped, clutched

to own self, a riddle

May namumuong love story between two of my friends. :)))))

After 11 years, ngayon kayo lumalanding dalawa. =))))))))))