May saysay pa ba ang aking paglaban?

Laro pa rin ang lahat para sa akin
Kailan nga ba ako matututong magseryoso?
Kailan nga ba aayusin ang kinabukasan ko?
Iyan ang tanong ng guro ko
Ako'y napaisip
Kailan nga ba?
Darating pa nga kaya ang pagkakataong matutunan kong harapin ang buhay
Ng tulad sa isang mandirigma
Pero paano?
Hindi na kita makita
Hinahanap ka
Ngunit wala sa dulo ng tinatahak kong daan
Natatakot ako,
Nalulumpo
Patuloy tayong naglalayo at pinaglalayo
Unti-unti na ngang sumusuko
Sumusuko
Bago pa man magsimula
Ang tunay na laban

baliw na naman ako... oh ****

Thought(s) of the day...

We spent an hour's worth of drive to Mall of Asia, another hour and a half to select from
the food choices, another 30 minutes walking and selecting the most desirable
place that can be found nearest to where the fireworks would be held, and another 30 minutes of waiting time. After the first pyro olympic show, another hour was spent waiting for
the next country's show, waiting which was not that fruitful because we left before it started. But we were still able to see it while on the road. Anyway, my point is that teh waitin time and all the idle time were spent thinking while dropping a line or two as a comment to my friends.

...It's a long train of thought which would include a lot of names but since space is limited and since this blog is prohibited from the display of people's names, I guess I'll just summarize..

When you move around different societies,
you learn to mingle and fit in;
but it gives you the feeling of loneliness,
of not really belonging to any of them,
that it comes to the point that you merely become who you're with,
and you can no longer identify yourself.

When your heart desires to be in another place and with another person,
you never enjoy the moment at hand
so that you miss the opportunity of having great pleasure with the people around.
You forget to enjoy the present!
You forget to seize the moment!

A LETTER TO MY FRIENDS

Dir Sir/Madam,

It has come to my knowledge that though I now speak and give my opinions on certain things, I am still found to be a quiet person by most of you. And more than that, that I am so secretive, it seems that I could not trust any of you with the things that happen in my life. But that surely is not the case. My stand is merely that certain things that for me are insignificant will most likely be of least importance to you, and that such men and women that may come into my life merely as a friend or someone more special than that but has remained in utter silence will not be mentioned in our personal meetings.

Indeed, I've had much acquaintances and some admirations from them and of my own. But that's where everything ends. Nothing more than a simple appreciation of the physical or the mental beauty that our Creator has created. But such a story is, for me, not worth talking about when such more grave and serious matters could be discussed. In fact, I think it better to be in silence when only such a trifling emotion is the subject of our discussion.

But don't get me wrong. I love to hear your stories of love, affection and romance. I learn from it and it gets me going each day as I hear inspirational stories of the magical feeling that may have been thought of as existing only in fantasy world.

The point I would like to make in this letter is that you should not take it against me or yourself that I don't speak of any man, woman, or love in my life when such can be read and implied in my posts in this blog. Rather that be assured that such feelings are only of modest affection and does not in any way tantamount to an engagement to any person at all.

This is also to assure you that when the time comes that a man be so brave enough to set his foot upon my territory and profess his feelings for me, I shall hold a meeting and discuss the matter with you. And when such a man has been so persuasive and serious that I could hardly deny that his feelings for me are true and unwavering, I shall not neglect to include you as an adressee of such a news.

But as long as their feelings and my feelings are still sailing on a sea so full of unpredictable waves, I shall not speak of hopes and dreams that may never be fulfilled.

As you may have noticed, when I write, I can make the simplest kind of affection turn into something so romantic as to call everyone else's attention and and make them think I have a lover. And thus emerges your unanswered questions.

Indeed there are times when I can derive an inspiration from my feelings towards one person which helps me create poems and essays and compose songs. But as you see, these are just amateur works, fairly reflective of my feelings for them.

So now, let the mystery that envelops me be not a source of a dispute among us. For when the time has finally come, things shall no longer be kept as a secret.

Adios!

Yours Truly,
crazy_kris

--lakas ng trip!! ü--

Dangerous Love

"There's a danger in loving somebody too much..." so does the song go...


Indeed!

Sometimes when we love someone too much, we want to enclose ourselves in a small world where there is but little space for us to grow. We don't want that someone to get hurt, experience pain and feel the same bruises we've had. But it's then that we surround that someone with walls and barriers that obscures his(her) individuality.

Sometimes when we love someone too much, we hug him(her) with such tightness, it kills. We never intended to hurt them but we do in the process of showing our love.

Sometime we fear, sometimes we push harder than normal.
Sometimes we love so much that we become the very source of the other person's weaknesses and failures...