always, when i feel down and low, i return to blogger. where i can be my own self, without embellishment, without regrets. always i turn to the power of words, to channel my feelings, and unload the burden, of being sad, defeated. always it has borne witness to my wails, in school, in love, in life. it has documented who i am, how i am, and perhaps, how i will always be.
and now, i write again. in here. allowing this space, once more, to record who i am, to remind me of what i am, and how i have always conquered. layers and layers of myself i have bared, and layers and layers left to be bared. i am me. here. now. but sad, with sorrow, defeated. humbled and sad.
i long for that escape. i yearn for that call.
and it may never come.
defeat.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
state of suspension
it's raining, drops of water from the sky nourishing the thirsty from underneath. i wish it could reach me, way inside the four corners of this room.
where i wait.
and wait.
and wait.
where i wait.
and wait.
and wait.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
on commuting
i absolutely abhor public transport in this freaking country. i so hate it.
from the mrt to the two lrt lines, to the bloody jeepneys and buses, i curse them and all the sweaty and stinking people riding in them.
argh.
p.s.: apologies to all, i just had a really really REALLY horrible experience commuting yesterday. ;p
Saturday, October 6, 2007
home
in a few hours, i'd be heading back to my hometown. after many many monhts, i'd be spending time again in the place where i grew up, in that place that first taught me the things that i need to learn in life. it's amazing how i miss my home; how, now that i think about it, i miss the chirping of the birds every morning that i wake up; how i miss the soothing rays of the early morning sun as they peek through my window in the room that i have always considered mine. yes, i'm heading back. i'm returning not only to the place that will always occupy a part of my heart, but also to the childhood memories that i have always always cherished.
i'm coming home.
i'm coming home.
i'm coming home.
i'm coming home.
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