Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Lost in Beautiful Insanity*

Memory is a bitch.

That fickle feeling nostalgia brings is an unwelcoming omen,
forever tarnishing my day with splats of gray ink.
How do you continually disturb me?
The flashes of your images, stolen from the facets of a time long gone
are the culprits that steal my numbness.

Your watercolor fingers splatter the sky
and the gloom of purple clouds cry out rain
that drench my soul with melancholia.

Memory is a bitch and the lashes on my heart are not healing.
Continually, the blood that loves you overflow
and the drowning of thoughts continue.


*Disclaimer: The title is from a blog I bumped into while Googling for a fitting title for this post. 

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

I've Gone Primitive


Seriously, thunderbolts should be a little more careful and make a U-turn every time they see telecommunication towers or broadband wires ahead. A careful drive won't hurt right? 

Anyway, I'm back from a three day hiatus after losing access to the world when both phone signals in our town and our internet connection jammed after an unprecedented thunderstorm last Sunday. Our internet's a bit lucky; it got fixed by a professional today since my efforts at hurdling wires and looping them all over weren't exactly helpful. But the unfortunate phone signals were still unfortunate. 

Being cut off from the fast lane made me realize that the life I had really was fast. Tweets to take note of, FB statuses to like, GM's to send; time literally takes a back seat every time I'm facing the computer. The last three days provided a breather that I realized I needed most.

It wasn't an easy road of course and I still am haunted with thoughts of living those past three days but one thing I'm thankful of is the focus it provided me. My chores at home were done with a bit more passion-if you consider humming tunes while doing it passion; it gave me time to read books thereby satisfying the literary thirst, and it gave me time to take care of Cousin Deb while she was in the hospital-which was both pain and pleasure.

Boredom well spent and a few learned lessons later, our internet's back with a vengeance that I'm too willing to satisfy. Now if only that phone signal starts catching up. Hoho. 


Saturday, April 14, 2012

Rumor Has It

*A semi-Gossip Girl rampant from the boy who loves the show.

Spotted: The Princely Pauper finally losing his stupidity. Looks like he stopped living with lies. How's the slap R? Did it hurt? The truth always does.

And as a word of advice to my Upper East Siders, it's never wise to brew bitterness unless of course, if its the early morning coffee.

XOXO
Gossip Girl

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Goodbye March


March had been very dreadful to me. I watched love open and close its doors, salvaged myself through a worthless "I Want You Back" campaign-which actually did nothing since I was too enclosed mending some wounds, hurt a person for trying to be in a relationship when I knew I wasn't ready, and experienced torture through our lovely Accounting examinations which added another set of eyebags to the already dark circles in my eyes-which reminds me that I have to check my grades since I hear that they're already available. Fingers-crossed that I'll reach the minimum mark for continuing as an Accountancy student. I wouldn't like it if I fail. >.<

I'm currently single,and though I have daydreams of him, I'm reminded by something-or someone or by myself-that I'm doing fine being alone. I have more "me" time minus the dramas of a relationship, and though I'm not completely happy, this is as happy as I could get.

Contentment they say is the key to happiness. Eto pa, don't be bitter, be better! Chos.

I hope my April will be better. But I guess you can never really get rid of all the grays in a lifeline. And besides, life is a rainbow, the more colorful, the more beautiful.

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I missed these posts. The honest ones where you just let your head do most of the talking and just letting yourself be lulled by the wind of writing. And oh yeah, I know it's a bit late but yesterday I began reading the Hunger Games trilogy. Finally had the urge to do so. And I must say, it's a must read.

Happy April guys :)


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Peeling Off


Because yellow is mellow
and everybody loves lemonade.
Say hello to skin burn. :)


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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Rico and the Leather Cases


He fingers the leather wallet and let his hands caress the contours of the python skin. He opened it and removed the green entrails, careful not to make as much noise as possible. He counts the cash. One. Two. Three. Five hundred. He thinks of Rico and the torso he longed to touched. It's been weeks since and the stirring in his pants is more then he could bear.

He fingers the suede wallet-the red one from the fat lady.Opened it and once again counted the insides. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Seventy. He thinks of Rico whom he hadn't seen in weeks. He thinks of his member and the juices he never hesitated to swallow.

He fingers the purse. He couldn't remember where he got this piece, but the thickness of the embroidered case pushed  these unnecessary thoughts away. He unlatched the lock and retrieved the goodies with anticipation. Papers. Receipts. Visa's. Passport. He was disappointed 'til he saw a silver ring. I wonder how much this costs. He then remembers Rico and the warm feeling when he inserts it,  the way he plows his back, and the way he moans in between thrusts. 

He fingers the last one. Crocodile. From an aged priest he bumped into this morning. He opened it and pouted his lips when he saw the crumpled hundred peso bill. He was frustrated. If he'd never reach ten thousand, he won't be able to take Rico home.

He grabbed the leather jacket and strolled silently on the streets. Holding the ring on his fingers, he walked, hurriedly to the nearest pawnshop.

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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Irony of Decay


Amnesia is not always a disease.
Sometimes the decay of memory
brings solace to a dying soul.
So plunge into Lethe
and relive the life you've always breathed for.
Because Cupid is a tease
and decay could only be sweeter.

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