Just Doors, no locks.

The Secret Door to the past,

Unlocked. Out of place.

Knowing that neither last,

Will the last be the last?

Will the unknown come back and resurface?

And try to get back its original place?

 Will the past reflect what has happened?

And choose to try again?

Will the subject tell or be silent,

To the qualms and worries hidden?

Will it leave or stay?

I assume, but it is too early to say.

Will the third be content?

Of the door outside full of torment.

She will try, can she handle though?

the overwhelming feelings unknown.

Nevertheless, the past is the past,

Focus on now and the present.

Make things work so it will last,

Be gracious of what's sent.

The rain has been rough yesterday,

And I'm afraid it continued today.

Release that baggage behind,

Say what you have to say.

So things won't go silent,

And the tense aura will go away.

Make things easy,

And just say you're sorry.

Shoots. And Breaking Dawn.

Definitely, a tiresome--worthy weekend.

          Three years ago, I hated books. Especially educational books. eeewww. Boring :p But then, a best friend of mine (who probably thought I was bored) told me to read a particular book. To keep looking like I'm cool, I agreed. Little did I know, that was a decision in my life that defined me.

          Now, I am an avid reader. I usually, back then, just watch series and movies and just pass the bookstore every so often. But now, I love books, I love how the authors create a new world, it's like looking at another perspective. I love the movies. I love how they can compile every scene, I love how they can make their visions into reality. I love TV. Basically, I'm not the girl who checks her FB or twitter account every minute of the day. I want to catch up with what's up. See how imagination can still take you to new heights, new possibilities, new worlds.

          And so, to end my relationship with the first book that I've ever read (not mandatory), we watched the last part of its story- Breaking Dawn Part II. It was fun, the overwhelming part was I watched how it grew, how it was still a mere story, now, part of history in the industry. Although before we watched it, we had to wait 1 week after its debut. But it was worth the wait. Or rather, I guess the day was worth the wait.;)

          Anyways, shooting baskets?? Hmm, I'm not a sporty type of girl but I definitely can shoot. :D

         Shoot baskets? where's the fun in that? I guess its that one point in that moment where you can actually think you can shoot it--and you did. And the rewards? That depends :)

Shoot baskets as much as you can, take a risk. If I didn't read the book, I wouldn't be able to put something in an autograph book. I wouldn't discover what I like. Shoot baskets. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Try as much as you can, after all, you never know which basket you belong to, if you don't try it.

Letter to Cupid: Answered.

BEFORE: Posted: February, 2012

It's February. Mostly known as Love Month. The month where the sweetest chocolates are made, the beautiful aroma of flowers are smelled and different shapes and shades of red hearts. It is as festive as Christmas and Halloween. It is as most prepared for as an Independence Day of a certain country.

The ones who are most excited for this month are those who are in a relationship. Those who found the other half of their hearts. Although it might be cliche but at this time they would might as well renew their promises of love and affection.

For those who are single. Well, this is not the month to worry  and be sad that you don't have a partner. This is the perfect time for us to see our whole population. To find out who are taken and who are not. This is the time for us to be hopeful.

Though I am still single I am hoping that with the following moments to come I would find my other half. And when that moment comes I'm counting on cupids arrow to struck as both. But in the meantime, I'd like to send cupid a letter. . .

Dear Cupid,

Whether I have met the man I’m meant to be with or not, I hope that you would take care of him and let him stay away from all temptations. And when the moment does come, I hope that you would give me the eyes to recognize him, the feeling to acknowledge the feelings I might feel, the wisdom to know the difference between love and infatuation. And last but not the least, for that certain moment I hope that you would create a perfect setting for the perfect time for us to meet at the perfect place for me to find my perfectly imperfect man.

AFTER: Present:)

              There is nothing like it is there? Finally! Did cupid really shot us an arrow? I can hardly believe it. :) Did he really send this letter? :)
               Thank YOU for answering the letter. Though things aren't settled yet, and things aren't set as strong as a rock. I know You'll be our strength. Cliche much!.

Pssst: (You know who you are.) Funny. Thank you. Haha. I feel the same way. Though I'm not sure about the expression of the stick drawing.

And to Cupid,

Funny how you work in strange ways. I've got to hand it to you, you deliver fast. A letter of recommendation is really at hand.

Thank you for your arrows, I hope it won't break. Our friends are really happy. Which makes everything much more worthwhile.

The place was far from perfect, neither was the time, but you definitely shot the perfectly imperfect man right. (wink!)

P.S. Maybe I'll send a letter to Santa Claus next. :D

Fights

         I'm afraid things aren't working too well for my friend here in our house. Funny, the once happy place became so silent, so dull. It always makes me want to go out and just come back for sleep.
          People. Yes, so much people. So many attitudes, cultures, values -- all different from each other.

          We were on the next room, we were preparing to sleep, but then we heard noises. Our friends were fighting. They were shouting, and the ambiance of the room was intense. Everyone was hot, they were all standing ready to backfire each other, to throw those nasty words from their tongues. The tongues, which I could remember perfectly were the same tongues whom with laugh with, share jokes with everyone. But what happened?
          How different is one to the other? How challenging to be living in one place with people you never grew up with? It's hard. Frustrating. Annoying. But then again, you have to live with it, live with them. Though it's not easy, you just have to.
         Now, the fight is over. And everybody became quiet. Silence. The issues have been resolved, the matter has been concluded. And then? What happens next? Yes, you solved it. But the words that were sent is still piercing through those hearts. And the memory still lingers. If they did it before, what assurance do they have that it won't happen again?
         Everything is awkward now. Just silent paths and nods were given. How can you bring back what was before? Pray. Pray that you could. And if it won't, pray for the better.

Rain, Rain Go Away

Mad. Insanely mad.
Can't do anything about it.

         Pick things up and accept what things are.The weather isn't always nice. Usually you just have to endure the day. But enduring--that's just sad. Everyday is a blessing, too bad you have to endure it. The day is beautiful. The night is long. Don't make your frown last longer.

        I'm sorry I was mad. I'm sorry you were mad. But just like every rain, we'll just have to wait for it to pass. After all, a tree exists, not because of the sun alone, it also needs a little rain for it to fully grow.

Perfectly Secret

Secrets.

We all have them.

Tell me who doesn't.

So, what are your secrets? 

I have a tiny little secret that I'd like to share,

A secret, I've come to know of, 

too painful to bare.

This secret I know, shusssh! I'm not allowed to say,

For from the start, I was supposed to stay away,

Oh, but this hard head, it was hard not to sway.

Now, look where it end up,

A grumpy mood, and a broken heart,

It led me to fall, far too hard.

Poor old me, what have I done?

Now I'm hurting, but have nowhere to run.

The burden I have, it weighs like a ton,

But too late, yes, too late indeed, can't be undone.

Secrets can either make or break you. And most of the time, it breaks you.
A little advice, in the future, for me - - never unravel another secret if it's not ready to be heard.

So, what's YOUR secret? ;)