A twenty-four-year-old damsel trapped in a body that seems to be younger and a mentality even younger than that. Destined to be a little mutant since birth (the unripe, tiny, burnt-coffee baby in the incubator that stared up at her parents being proof); blossomed into a full on weirdo geek hood of freak mutation and into a gargantuan anime, social networking, flick and literature junkie with the combination of being addicted to the superficial dictates of taste and fashion.
Arrrgh..
Tonight, I’ve said more words than needed: the words coated with poisoned darts aimed to tear into the ears of the intended victims. Sometimes, the things that hurt most are not the curse words or the loud yells. The things that hurt us most are whispered with certainty; uttered with dead silence. Words like marriage of convenience, or I can’t stand the sight of you. Words like Good luck with finding someone else, or what’s wrong with you? Words that should have never been born. Words that should have been killed on the tongues.
But then, sometimes, the soundless words are the worst. The roll of the eyes, the audible sigh, the faraway look, the distance between two bodies, the unnatural quietness. They all scream help us; we are drifting apart into the open sea without a sail. Things that are worth saving will require more than carefully chosen words, but the right words at the right time with the right looks might be a good start. To get to the destination, two sides have to meet in the middle.
Love never gives up
“Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have. Love doesn’t strut, Doesn’t have a swelled head, Doesn’t force itself on others, Isn’t always “me first,” Doesn’t fly off the handle, Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others, Doesn’t revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end….”
I believe the phrase above describes a mission statement that I have tried to live out. Not just in our relationship, but in all aspects of my life. Sure, I have broken all of them.. I’ve been selfish, greedy, prideful, angry, and rude. I’ve lied and hurt… But, to the best of my ability, I have tried to love
“There is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is on how beautiful sad songs can be. So dont think being sad is to be avoided. It is apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling, feeling anything is good, even if that feeling is sadness” -Joseph Gordon Levitt
If you think you can walk into a showing of Cloud Atlas without being well-rested and ready to pay attention, think again. The basic premise isn’t too hard to grasp, but once we are thrust into the bowels of this film, there are many layers that have to be peeled away. A simple plot…
Tentative Release Date: Nov 28 (Philippines)
ODE TO TIREDNESS
Beneath her curling lashes,
Beneath her fake smile,
Beneath her twinkling eyes,
is a feeling of sadness
waiting to burst out
of her very skin.
And every day is a struggle
for her to
pretend being euphoric
pretend being ecstatic
pretend being elated
and whatever corrupted
feeling she thinks people
expect from her.
And more than anything else,
she wanted to rest.
for she was beyond tired,
really tired.
