hiatus

off to Daanbantayan to visit Lola

oohhh lala

sweet caresses
insatiable hunger for each other's skin
union of lips
and the
beautiful collision of tongues
embellished by impassioned domains


let us be..
like lovers,
master the art
of pickpocketing
in the dark

all made legal by age.
by being 18.

thus,
i am not anymore known as kimari.
i am now your inday stimulator.

stimulating
everything
and
anything in between.

oOooOo

writing is confessional

sometimes, we tell the truth out of weakness. we choose not to lie because we accept the fact that we are not strong enough to defend for what we have just created. some choose to write- to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance- because along with the strokes of their pen come their confessions. comes the truth. and nothing more.

all love stories are the same

" if i choose to play the bitch, i could ruin hearts, complicate things, twist love and the life it claims to have. but if i choose to play martyr, many are spared but then, i'd be handing to myself my own guillotine. "

kisses under the moonlight
chained phalanges on long walks
silent hearts during routes on wheels
lol's and fixed gazes aboard 6cs

join with me as i say bye to everything we once called ours.
and to everything we thought we had.

dated: 09.18.07

sometimes, we cling to someone that much because we think that no one great will ever come up to us again. but it is not in holding back that we win.. it is in letting go. men are not supposed to be recycled. once thrown, once freed, they are to stay in the bins reclusion perpetua. killing all hopes of the possible resuscitation of feelings.
a thousand and one times, i wanted to pick up from where we left-- but a thousand and one times, i stopped myself.
goodbye, mister triangle. you can now go back forming hearts with her again.

Raindrops bang like rocks
On my windowpane
I thought they'd never stop
Never see the sun again

And I've been sleeping in
For way too long
Mmm, wake up, enough's enough
Yeah, those days are gone

I'm gonna throw out my raincoat
Mmm, I hope it's all right
Gonna go find me a rainbow
And hang it up in the sky
Blues pass me by

You left me a wreck
Just like a rusty trombone
But some things, they just sting
Enough to move you along, hey

I'm gonna throw out my raincoat
Mmm, I hope it's all right
Gonna go find me a rainbow
And hang it up in the sky
Blues pass me by
Gonna go find me a rainbow
And hang it up in the sky
Blues, oh

I'm not gonna wait around
I'm throwin' this old thing out, mmm, oh

I'm gonna throw out my raincoat
Mmm, I hope it's all right
Gonna go find me a rainbow
And hang it up in the sky
Blues, blues, blues pass me by

Mmm, I don't need those blues hanging around

litanya

" Drinking they say is the haven of the weak. We forge a persona that we only have the courage to

show when we're drunk enough. We escape reality even if it would risk our health. But i tell you

this, the most honest individuals are those who drink to drown.. coz they lose their social mask.

No pretentions.

No limits.

No lies.

That is not weakness, that is being fearless.

And i guess what they can never fathom is that because of intoxication, we become pure. "

-to em, keith, and orlee.. cheers to that night.

afterparty after effect

after doses of margarita, beer and tequila... i am on to blogging.
:)

heart anthem

I gotta say what’s on my mind.
Something about us, doesn’t seem right... these days.
Life keeps getting in the way.Whenever we try,
somehow the plan is always rearranged.

It’s so hard to say,
but I gotta do what’s best for me.
You’ll be okay...

I’ve got to move on, and be who I am.
I just don’t belong here,
I hope you understand.
We might find our place in this world someday,
but at least for now,
I gotta go my own way.

Don’t wanna leave it all behind.
But I get my hopes up and I watch them fall every time.
Another color turns to grey.
And it’s just too hard... to watch it all... slowly fade away.

I'm leaving today
cause I gotta do what’s best for me.
You’ll be okay...

I’ve got to move on, and be who I am.
I just don’t belong here,
I hope you understand.
We might find our place in this world someday,
but at least for now,
I gotta go my own way.


TROY:
What about us?
What about everything we’ve been through?


GABRIELLA:
What about trust?


TROY:
You know I never wanted to hurt you.


GABRIELLA:
What about me?


TROY:
What am I supposed to do.......

GABRIELLA:
I gotta leave but I’ll miss you

TROY:
...miss you.

GABRIELLA LEAD, TROY AD-LIBS
So I’ve got to move on, and be who I am.
(Troy: why do you have to go)
I just don’t belong here,
I hope you understand.
(Troy: trying to understand)
We might find our place in this world someday,
but at least for now,
(Troy: I want you to stay)
I gotta go my own way.

I’ve got to move on, and be who I am.
(Troy: what about us?)
I just don’t belong here,
I hope you understand.
(Troy: trying to understand)
We might find our place in this world someday.
but at least for now,
I gotta go my own way.

I've gotta go my own way,
I've gotta go my own way

how hard is it for someone to bounce back from something that has never ended?

-=-
hard, i guess.

THE TENSION OF OPPOSITES
--An excerpt from Tuesdays with Morrie


"Have I told you about the tension of opposites?" he says.

The tension of opposites?

"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted..

"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."

---0o0---
that explains me.