Unrequited

Countless words unspoken

Deepest of feelings hidden

Endless waves hindering

My heart whispers, haunting

Your voice droves me smitten

While my heart hankers to open

For every sound of you cuts me

And inevitable the wounds it left

My thirsty lips are sealed

Stitched by your thread of naivety

Your eyes speak so vague

Speaking obscure

Night of shatter falls

Your body silhouetted by the moon afar

My hands bare and cold

Lingering for you to hold

Take your heart out

Don’t let it wander in labyrinth

Take me, consume me and love me

I abhor every sound of me, the sound of me breaking

The Kind of Morning

Nope! I haven’t died  yet.

I was gone for a long time, hell of a long time and I’m absolutely sorry my dear friends for being M.I.A.

So how have you been? I’ve been gone for a couple of months and why? I wasn’t in myself, yes,  the spirit of procrastination took over my body which wasn’t good, but I’m back now.

I’m up way so early this morning because I need to help my siblings get ready for school, I made breakfast, turned on my laptop and turn up some music to start the day good. I maybe still drowsy because I was up past eleven last night because of my annoying cousins, but that drowsiness made me become thrilled, weird isn’t it? But it did good to me this morning, because my imagination started to gobble up my brain. This past few days, I came to this website about working in Ireland, I read about it and became interested, saw the apartments that you could possibly rent or ‘let’ (as what they call it) while you are working there. But as I read further my hopes went down, it’s only applicable for students, I am a student but an inactive student, and I don’t know when I’ll go back to school.

I got really excited about Ireland and it kept me from daydreaming every time I’m drinking my coffee and stare at my computer. Sometimes I ask myself, when will I ever set foot to London? What about in Paris? And in Ireland too? There are so many things I want to do and explore but when? I’m really getting impatient about this :) Pardon me.

But right now, I will just need to keep my hopes up and dream for a little while that I am in these places, having a nice cup of coffee in the balcony, with my beautiful breakfast on the table and having selfies in my phone, saying “My kind of morning” :D hashtag London or Paris or Ireland :) But back to reality, I’m having breakfast with my laptop, drinking nothing and I’m not in a balcony, I’m in the living room listening to Alanis Morissette .

I really wish to have this kind of mornings someday, but I hope that you’re having your kind of morning right now :) Good morning and have a nice day!

 

kisses,

Ann

 

Witness.

Originally posted on Makola:

Write about the city you know. Write about the people who you know are not the way the newspapers paint them to be. Write about the way the city is changing, growing older and strengthening itself. Of course, it doesn’t want you to write on its behalf – you’re not writing for this city. No, you’re writing about the city. Your pen skids across the paper and here you’ve drawn this amazing city – strong, beautiful and brave.

Write the truth. Don’t censor it. Don’t worry about the consequences of telling the truth. Everyone knows that the city has been on the receiving end of bullets, booted kicks and never-empty threats. Everyone can hear each night that it is this city that cries itself to sleep. Each morning, its this city which washes itself of the grime that covers it with the help of the Indus that is eternally heading southward.

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Amour

Now isn’t this nice, I’ve been fishing up for my brain to come up to something really nice for my man. Nah! not really fishing, I just don’t wanna write things I’ve already written before, besides, there were a lot of things that happened to us that are worth writing.

I really love to tell how colorful my love story is, there are the brighter shades of indescribable happiness, and there are the darker shades of morose, brought by the frenzy of circumstances testing us. There is some time when I thought of writing a book walled with our stories, but then I thought that it can’t be done now, for I know that there are more things that await us.

Okay, no more beating around the bush. We met unexpectedly and we always tell to each other that we didn’t find each other, we didn’t wish for each other to come, we both just popped out of nowhere and voila! Three years have passed and we’re still together, making more stories to add up on our book.

Okay, so we met at a dance competition one night where my cousins and friends will compete, and then I saw him, the man whom until now makes my heart to pound and make the butterflies to flutter vigorously in my stomach. My cousin named Gem introduced him to me, because they were classmates in high school and was close to each other, I didn’t shake hands with him for I was so shy and I know that he was too, before we’re introduced, I already noticed him, and yes, I was enthralled. He’s robust, and seems like a bad boy which I really like. That night when I met him ended without anything, like him asking for my number or my full name for him to search on Facebook so he could add me, nothing happened.

Two months passed and I was so mirthful and astonished when I opened my phone after a beep, and it was him, the long wait is finally over, and he didn’t know how utterly mirthful I was. We really didn’t talk every day since the day he texted me, because he only tops up his phone in the weekends, after weeks of exchanging messages with him, we finally saw each other in the flesh. My cousin invited us to go to her school because she was a participant in a pageant and she wanted us to watch her and have some support. And there, we talked a lot. I am a very talkative and open person, and I know exactly that I drove his mind crazy, mad! I mean. Then there, we only talked the whole night, we didn’t watch the show because we became ‘bag watchers’, but it was all fun, talking to him and everything.

Months passed and same routine went, until December of year 2010 we became one. And that was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me, just right before my birthday. It was the best gift God have given me. And that is what I’m always thankful for, every day, that I still have this crazy man with me.

Months after months and after more months things are getting different, change it is, and we are no exception. We got into series of plights coming our way, misunderstandings and worst of all, break up. We broke up one time and then one time again, and then back again. Things became difficult and I became difficult for him to understand but he never gave up on me, and then here I am, making it all up to him, trying our best to have the ‘Clean slate’ relationship we once had. You see, we are on the darker shades now, but as these all go by it’s getting brighter. Maybe we are on our third relationship, but it’s all getting better and better, we both learned from our past, from the mistakes we did to unintentionally hurt each other, we are recuperating from the damage and we are growing up, and not apart. I learned how to speak whenever I feel bad even though not all the time because it’s not really easy for me to talk my feelings out when I’m mad or upset, I am meek, but then, bit by bit I could speak up, I learned not to be selfish anymore, where I don’t have to only think of my feelings but his too, especially when we’re having a row, and mostly, I learned that you can’t get everything handed to you on a platter, you need to work for it, and that was something I suck at before.

Years really changed us and the flow of our lives, and I could never be more blessed having this man in my life, who thought me a lot of things, opened my eyes and made me realize everything, he changed me. Before he always tells me that I changed him and became a better person he could ever be, and yes I saw that too, he is a changed man, and that started from the very beginning of our chapter. He always tells me that it was I why he became better, and now I’m going to tell that to him that very same thing when I became better, just like him.

There are still so many things that will come ahead of us, more changes, and even though I hate changes I know that I could get use it, because he’s with me and we too, are going to making changes. There will still be storms that will shake our ground and drive the both of us mad, but I know, and I’m so faithful that if fall down, we’ll just get back up, together, just like what we always do. There are still more things I need to learn and there he is, my man, my friend, my enemy, my teacher, and my love. I know God knows how much I really love and adore this man, and that’s why he let him stay with me and be mine.

xAnn

Gone too long but I’m back and I’m ready to roll!

Hello there everyone! It’s just so nice to be back, I apologize for being M.I.A for the last couple of, I don’t know, maybe months? Weeks? I’m not exactly sure, but I’ve been gone seriously for ages. I’m up all night for weeks because I’m helping Earvin to get up at three o’clock in the morning, for he suck at waking up to the alarm clock and he’ll go to his job on past four o’clock. For a couple of weeks I stayed up all night, thinking about what to write, read a bit, and think of what I’m going to prepare for him for breakfast. Then I’ll hit the sack on six in the morning because I don’t fell asleep that easily, then wake up by past twelve in the afternoon and after I got some lunch, I’ll be washing my man’s laundry. I don’t do the laundry in the house because we have our nanny, but I made it to washing some clothes because of Earv, though not so well because I don’t really know how to. So much for a wife eh? Ha-ha! Nah! Just doing my part as his girlfriend, I don’t even know if I’m a ‘wife-material’.

So that’s just one of what’s going on with my life lately. And another for not being able to write more, more for being stuck up…… All the time, and what’s that called? Writer’s block? Is that the right one? I guess not, mine’s I guess is called ‘Procrastination’. Nothing uncanny about it right? I’ve got imagining working up inside me all day, seeing things, people I’ve never met before, and being in places I wanted to be in someday, and words are talking that my hand and lips can’t speak of. It’s all taking place.

I would like to share some to you.

I’ve met the most beautiful girl, her eyes have captured me the way I did to her

                                Eyes that could guise through beyond everything and one’s deepest soul

I closed my doors but she permeated through it and opened it

  She summoned the light in and I never saw the beauty gone with the wind again.

So there, I really feel like it’s still kind of unfinished and nothing more words have come yet to get it done, but I feel like there’s still more coming, don’t worry guys, I’ll keep you posted when something got in to me.

My boyfriend’s already gone for work and I now am ready for bed. Though not sleep yet, I still got a movie and coffee to finish. Bye! And I’ll come back for more. That is for sure. Have a great day everyone!

xA

FUN FUN FUN……What’s that again?

Source: Google

 

I read a tweet just a minute ago, saying;

‘You never realize how boring your life is until someone asks what you like to do for fun.’

And it suddenly hit me, what is the meaning of fun? For me what’s the meaning of it? And for others?

Some people, fun for them is going to the club, dancing, drinking, and partying until they all got wasted. Well, actually that really sounds FUN. While for others, fun is going to museums, drinking tea and seeing passersby, eating, reading your favorite book, writing, drawing or painting, and just having a little drink with someone and talking. And that’s FUN too, and it doesn’t require a maximum level of your energy and you’re not going to get wasted. And I think I belong to this type of people……I guess.

For me FUN means doing what you love to do and you’re having a good time doing it, even if you’re just at home, I don’t usually go out and go partying. When I go out, I could say that I’m having fun in checking out for new books to buy, purchasing books, pens, notebooks, and eating. That simple. And sometimes we’ll take a walk, meander around with a humongous cup of Ice-cream in my hand (one more thing is I barely go out alone) then sometimes we’ll go to museums and art galleries, and if we still got the time, we’ll go to historical places, and at the end of day, I’d say that my day is absolutely complete and FUN :)

I remember when I was still in school, my friends would ask me to come to this certain bar, I’d say yes but I would ditch them on the day we’re going to the bar, and then the next morning I’d see their pictures and obviously they had fun, and I missed it. Then I would tell myself that I’ll come next time, and then again, I would not because I just wanted to stay home, lie on my cozy bed, have a coffee, read a book and write, and then my day will be FUN and I’m satisfied.

Just like what my boyfriend always tell me, we are absolutely opposite.

He’s an adrenaline junkie and I’m not, although I’d like to try skydiving and air gliding someday, but I already imagine that I would faint. He likes being out and I don’t, when I’m tired of going to the mall and he would ask me to go to the mall, I would not come and he’ll get mad. I love outdoors, going to the beach, going to different places and not mall. I remember one time when he ranted about us being just at home and told me ‘You surely can survive and live with boredom’ and  I just shrugged and said that I’m not bored, and he said that he is bored to death, and he wanted to go out, then I’d say that I don’t like and then he’ll be pissed off and go to bed and sleep :P

We’re totally opposite, like how I like classic and vintage , and him modern.

I guess I am contented with just being at home. But don’t get me wrong, I don’t always ditch my friends on night-outs, and turn my boyfriend down with his wanting to go out, I’m not a big spoiler, sometimes I come with them too :P If I feel like coming and when I feel that I need some air and do some new things, I’m still sappy and full of fun sometimes :)

When I was younger I’m always out of the house and I spend more time with my friends than being at home, we drank  like there’s no tomorrow, have sleepovers, go other places and have the so called fun. And when I get older, I’m doing things that I supposedly have done when I was younger. Because before, I’m not allowed to do all those things, but I’m not a very-law-abiding person, I break rules, have fun and do whatever I want as long as I’m not at home. But now is different, I’m on the right age to do all these things and I opt not to do it :P

Anyway, FUN is always there and it’s up with the person on how he’ll have the FUN in his life :) and whatever would that be the most important thing is that you’re happy and you’re living your life to the fullest, that’s all that matters, because life is too short to know, and all you’ve got to do is live it while you still have it…..And be happy :)

So What about you? What is fun for you? I’d love to hear them, so that maybe one time, I’d try ‘em too :)

To the fullest life :) xx