Hmmm... interesting. Calculating but with a good heart? Oh, well.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Over the Weekend
Over the weekend, I realized that
sometimes we need to take that trip down memory lane and remember the steps we took
that led us to appreciate the beauty of the present.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Nobody
Addictive melody. Amusing choreography. Alluring singers.
I simply cannot listen to this just once. Here's the same song with their official music video.
Now, excuse me as I perfect my dance moves for this song.
P.S. Hey you, no, not you but you. I want nobody, nobody but you. ;)
I simply cannot listen to this just once. Here's the same song with their official music video.
Now, excuse me as I perfect my dance moves for this song.
P.S. Hey you, no, not you but you. I want nobody, nobody but you. ;)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Loneliness of Two
A tap on the back. A nudge on the shoulder.
A smile with no reason. A thought with no inhibitions.
A conversation easy to decipher. Another one too cryptic to ponder.
Laid on the field just like that.
Feasted by the cold summer wind of the night.
An invitation to go out. An intention not once questioned.
An opportunity to initiate. An analogy simple yet too rigid to take.
An idea blossomed. Another one turned to bubbles.
Laid on the field just like that.
Feasted by the cold night wind of the summer.
No one wants to make the first move.
No one wants to lose.
They both strategies to win.
But in the process they both lose.
One game. Two players. No winner.
A smile with no reason. A thought with no inhibitions.
A conversation easy to decipher. Another one too cryptic to ponder.
Laid on the field just like that.
Feasted by the cold summer wind of the night.
An invitation to go out. An intention not once questioned.
An opportunity to initiate. An analogy simple yet too rigid to take.
An idea blossomed. Another one turned to bubbles.
Laid on the field just like that.
Feasted by the cold night wind of the summer.
No one wants to make the first move.
No one wants to lose.
They both strategies to win.
But in the process they both lose.
One game. Two players. No winner.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Love Notes For You
You are a dream that I wish for before I sleep.
A hope that my heart longs for every morning.
You are that Saturday that I always look forward to.
A Sunday that I always look back on a weekday.
You are the cause of a happy heart evident on sincere smiles.
A cause to bring me down when you have moments to frown.
You are a gift that I have always wanted.
A gem that I would want to always keep.
You are still there lost in the crowd of anonymity.
A lover I will find in the dictate of destiny.
A hope that my heart longs for every morning.
You are that Saturday that I always look forward to.
A Sunday that I always look back on a weekday.
You are the cause of a happy heart evident on sincere smiles.
A cause to bring me down when you have moments to frown.
You are a gift that I have always wanted.
A gem that I would want to always keep.
You are still there lost in the crowd of anonymity.
A lover I will find in the dictate of destiny.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Another Color Turns to Gray
I can’t help but smile when I see beads of sweat trickle down your creased forehead as you intently focus your attention to the set in front of you. You changed your sitting position five times in the last couple of minutes and it excites me to know the reason why.
“Do I make you nervous?”
Your face suddenly lightens up with that big smile you flashed as a response. You did not say a word but I do not need them to know an affirmation to my inquiry. I let out a big sigh as I mockingly tap my fingers one by one on the glass table like a well rehearsed pianist.
“You can pass.”
You straightened up from your seat then leaned back and let out an impish laughter. Once more, you flashed that big toothy smile with a subtle head jerk. Your restlessness proceeded with interlocking your fingers as you placed them on the back of your head without taking your eyes away on the pieces in front of you.
“Just say pass.”
“Pass!”
Just like that you stood up and walked away. I stood up as well and went the opposite direction. You looked back and so did I allowing our eyes to meet. With a sudden rush I feel the defeat that weighs you down and you feel my disappointment over your abandonment.
Then it hit us, we turned another color to gray.
“Do I make you nervous?”
Your face suddenly lightens up with that big smile you flashed as a response. You did not say a word but I do not need them to know an affirmation to my inquiry. I let out a big sigh as I mockingly tap my fingers one by one on the glass table like a well rehearsed pianist.
“You can pass.”
You straightened up from your seat then leaned back and let out an impish laughter. Once more, you flashed that big toothy smile with a subtle head jerk. Your restlessness proceeded with interlocking your fingers as you placed them on the back of your head without taking your eyes away on the pieces in front of you.
“Just say pass.”
“Pass!”
Just like that you stood up and walked away. I stood up as well and went the opposite direction. You looked back and so did I allowing our eyes to meet. With a sudden rush I feel the defeat that weighs you down and you feel my disappointment over your abandonment.
Then it hit us, we turned another color to gray.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Life/Love
Life is simple.
Living is hard.
Love is basic.
Loving is complicated.
There are some things easier said than done.
Living is hard.
Love is basic.
Loving is complicated.
There are some things easier said than done.
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