love.

An excerpt from Brida, by Paulo Coelho.

Talbo looked at his wife. Her eyes were growing dull, and yet she still retained the same peculiar charm that had first drawn him to her. He had never told her certain things, about the women he received as part of the booty of battle, the women he met while traveling the world, the women who were expecting him to return one day. He hadn't told her this because he was certain that she knew everything anyway and forgave him because he was her great love, and a great love is above the things of this world.

But there was something else he had never told her, and which she would possibly never know: that she, with her affection and her gaiety, had been largely responsible for him having rediscovered the meaning of life, that her love had driven him to the far corners of the Earth, because he needed to be rich enough to buy some land and live in peace with her for the rest of his days. It was his utter confidence in this fragile creature, whose life was now fading fast, that had made him fight with honor, because he knew that after the battle he could forget all the horrors of war in her arms, and that, despite all the women he had known, only there in her arms could he close his eyes and sleep like a child.

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how i wish i'll find this girl soon.

the girl:
who'll be there to support me.
who'll be there to remind me that life is beautiful.
who'll be there to make my day the best.
who'll be there to guarantee that i'll never be alone.
who'll be there with me in my ups and downs.
who'll be there accept and understand me.

who'll love me for who i am.

*Sigh

Carry me away
From the dark I fear
When the storm is near
From the endless night
From my blinded sight
To a sky of light

Free me to fly away
Salva me
         -Libera (Salva Me- Libera)


I miss this freedom. I miss saying my feelings. I miss voicing out my pent-up emotions.


My whole Second Semester is soooo stressful.
This week has been the most stressful, so far.
I'm bombarded with all sorts of emotions- fear, anger, sadness, a little relief, apprehension, excitement.
When I wake up, the room's dirty and I see ants walking around. I do not have enough time, enough cash.
It gets really frustrating, you know. I have become so irritable and people easily notice that I'm not in the mood.
I try to strive and excel but I fail. I really need to do something. 


I'm actually online in twitter and facebook right now, listening to Libera to calm myself.


What should I get myself for christmas? 
I'm excited to drive again. I hope my dad buys me a car already. I actually NEED it. (true)
Forgive me if I'm babbling, I just love the thrill of expressing right now :D


I envy many.

Prologue

I was reading the novel of Paulo Coelho, Brida. I just started reading, to be exact. Maybe a few pages off already, and I must say, it is interesting. Anyway, I read the Prologue and there was this part where I really liked it and it made me ponder on things.

This is how it goes:

“That’s a risk we’re now going to take together, Brida. An anonymous text from the Tradition says that, in life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. The builders might take years over their tasks, but one day, they finish what they’re doing. Then they find they’re hemmed in by their own walls. Life loses its meaning when the building stops.

Then there are those who plant.They endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener’s constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.”

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i posted this originally at my tumblr account:

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Early Christmas Wish

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the second poem is dedicated for my mom who i miss so much.

EARLY CHRISTMAS WISH

Sitting down
Trying to think
Music flooding my ears
Merry little christmas

I miss you
I miss your smile
I miss your warm hug
Merry little christmas

The twinkle of your eyes,
before I sleep on christmas eve
The dainty smell of your hair as I kiss you goodnight
Merry little christmas

I want you here
As i open my gifts
I want you here
Hugging me with love
Merry Little Christmas

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All is Beautiful

ALL IS BEAUTIFUL :)

I looked up and saw the green sky of leaves
I stood straight and felt the cool, roaring wind
I walked a few steps and sat at the lush expanse of grass
All is beautiful with nature

The towering trees stood with boldness, without fear
Their leaves rhythmically dancing to the music of time
Their flowers falling off, showering over me, as if it was winter
All is beautiful with nature


Silence enveloped as I only hear faint tones of human voice
Green leaves lay on the grass, here and there
Silently tiptoing across the field, as if aware of my peaceful retreat
All is beautiful with nature

Raindrops blotting over my words, stand as my witness
That without doubt and hesitation
That with all admiration and thanksgiving
All is beautiful with nature

Screaming Out

I cry out to you my heed
of desperation and longing.

I scream out the anger I feel,

emotions I let out,

leaving nothing unperturbed.

I may seem nonchalant

but inside this seemingly cool figure

lies clumps of distress and woe

I wish I wish we all could ,

take under one's wing,

the perplexity of the predicament.

Open your eyes,

and see the truth

Open your ears,

and hear the truth.

Save our souls

at the break of a new beginning,

we feed our appetite for victory,

hands clasped together

through an unbreakable bond 

we stand.

Stay firm and true 

to thy credo we claim,

to thy sense of duty and honor.

Exclaim the strength. 

Show the aptitude.

Use the the brilliance.

Because we are who we are.

Be Who You Are.

As I looked at the window in front of me, plants sad idly. When I glanced leftward, leaves were dancing to the wind's beat. Weird, I said to myself. I looked around the room and stared at the plain white walls-empty walls accentuated by the tiny glow of light.

It was silent, eerily silent to be exact. I hear the faint buzz of silence. Its as if a bee is flying over your ears. zzzzzzzz. I sat down and thought what to write. I want something good and interesting. I have published 3 blogs already but I want to fascinate the readers more about my life, my thoughts, my emotions.


A million times maybe, i have tried to write. Well, attempted to write. Words, ideas and thought gushed within my mind like a newly opened spring. However, when I start to write it down....MY! There must be draught. How come my ideas don't come out the way I want them to be? They seem boring. It doesn't seem to be a beautiful work of art- a masterpiece. It doesn't appear to be my masterpiece.

Oh well, thinking about it. I said to myself, JUST BE WHO YOU ARE. Your emotions would not translate we if it's not you your trying to portray. yeah?

I know it's so hard to be yourself. Sometimes we actually force ourselves to wear masks just to be accepted. In the end, however, we get rejected because our masks aren't foolproof after all.

Is this love?

"He got his heart broken, had himself hurt for so many times because of that sole girl but it did not stop him from loving her."


I kinda like this girl. The problem is...well, she got a boyfriend. I don't know how long they have been or how much they love each other. All i'm sure about is that i like this goddess.


I'm not really THAT good at courting or expressing how much i like her. I suck at that. If it were something like leading, i think i would excel. Let's just say I'm a failure at that. A friend said, "I'm like a baby boy."


How do I see a baby boy? Sitting at a corner, contented by just holding his toy, a bib hung on his shirt, waiting for someone to assist him.


I guess I'm a baby boy after all. I'm contented with just seeing her, or at least hugging her for split seconds (HOW I WISH i could whisper to her ears, "I would love to hug you longer"). Oh yeah, I need to wear a bib too. Just to prevent mistakes from staining my life. Maybe I'm not ready to be a man yet. Not just yet.


This girl is....oh my god, i can't explain how much i like her. Her eyes, her smile-it makes me die inside. I could just feel her hands, her touch-i could run throughout the ENTIRE campus. Her hair reflects the sun's light, she simply brightens up my day. I never thought I could go up to her and say "hi." She seemed very insignificant at first. So unexpected. Why did we have to belong to the same political party? 


Anyways, We have been together quite a few times already. We conversed, laughed, and just sat there in silence. I told you    I'm no good at it. I told you! I don't think it's enough. I want to tell her how i feel, however, fear pents up. I get cowardly by the thought. You know what possibly could happen next.


1. She could not talk to me again.
2. Or she could....nah, i shouldn't even think about it. 


Anyways, I don't know,for now. I'll keep you posted. yeah?


I gotta decide where to take her for lunch.. suggestions? :)


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A Comparison of Beauty

Look! Look at the serene feeling the flowers give.
The beauty that reflects in my eyes, doubles the joy that resounds in my heart. Oh what a wonderful feeling love is.

Feel! Feel the smoothness of petals that grows like  butterfly's wings, adorned with colors. The crowning glory of man. The crowning glory.

Without doubt, flowers are perfect. You are perfect for me, as well.  :)

Little Steps

I woke up,
sun shining on my face.

I stood up,
clothes falling to the floor
leaving my body
exposed to the winter air.

I walked a few steps
and saw, standing before me
the picturesque body
of the lady of my dreams

I led her back
and cuddled with her
to the last of my days.