Thursday, January 29, 2009


A word
An email
A call
A message
A laugh
A joke
A pep talk
A glance
A tear
A smirk
A wink
A look
A sentence
A smile
A frown
An action
A song
A sound
A voice
A scene
A smell

Can make me:

Files and Folders...

I wanted to blog about things.
Many many things.
But instead I am sorting out my files and folders
and FB-ing *hehehe*
There are so many files and folders...
I want to go home.

Friday, January 23, 2009

That lingering feeling

The relentless lingering feeling I have been experiencing, of not being able to write or create stems ffrom the fact that I am older, harder,
more bitter, more melanchoic and more tainted.
Its like a bad dose of constipation... emotional constipation.
A bad case of writers block. A dam to whatever creative flow I had in me.
Its a horrible accumalation of feelings and experiences best forgotten.
Suddenly to articulate the words,
to pen down my thoughts on paper is a task so great
that at times I wonder if I can just do it...
Write and write and write.
Create and paint and draw.
But there seem to be layers upon layers of emotion surrounding everything.
Yet there, in all the self-confusion and self-inflicted layers ,
the fact remains that with the knowledge that you are loved,
it is possible to work your way out of the gloom, the insecurities, the confusion
and the muddy waters you have placed around and in yourself.
Love truly is like a beacon,
a ray of hope that shines intoxicatingly.
It beckons you to come closer, to let go, to be free of it all...
I am letting go...
but will you be there to catch me?

I fear

I fear that I can't write nor speak proper anymore.
The words are lopsided, haphazard, a jumble of thoughts colliding out of sight.
Its just the words and actions that don't seem to come out right.
It seems that everything I say is wrong.
I have lost the meaning...
forgotten the lyrics to my inner song.
I miss writing.
I miss speaking.
I miss the words that were always my companion.
I miss you my best friend,my supporter, my champion.
I fear that I can't write nor speak proper anymore.
I fear I am losing you
as I did before.
I don't want to lose you.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

What the heart knows

What the heart knows
Cannot be described
Cannot be explained
Cannot be expressed
It’s just a feeling
It’s just a knowing
It wonders if it is all just a game.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Go Foward

Somtimes in order to go forward,
You need to take a few steps back.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

~ Kiss Me ~

I turn to mush everytime you kiss me *grin*

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Scraping the surface

There should be more that I am doing…
I feel like I am barely scraping the surface of what I can do.
At times like this, I feel like I am a kite that is blown about by the wind
Letting the tides and the people around me dictate what I do.
Things have got to change.
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