Month: August 2005





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    If I could change, I would change everything.

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    I don’t know why i get so mad sometimes, or rather, why i get so mad at you so often. Maybe I just want some attention here and there, to know that you’re there too. Unlike times likes this where I feel like we live two different lives that don’t even collide in any single way. And the distance just becames infinitely larger, infinitely deeper. It’s so hard to swim.

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    What’s so bad about being a simpleton sometimes.


     


     


     


     


     


  • Time past considerably slow today, but trust me, i would never complain about that. If only I could just hold time not like sifting sands, but a musical box that replays its’ own song. I finished the infamous The Da Vinci Code. Beautiful book, got a bit slow at the end, but all in all, intricately beautiful. Then I watched The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants. My God, the trailer and the preassumption of the movie that it was just a meaningless pre-adolescent chick flick was gunned right down by the fact that the movie touched aspects of adolescents lives like no other truths. I cried when Bridget didn’t have a mom to relate to. Everything just seems so empty. I cried when Lena wanted to love, yet she couldn’t.  It makes me so sad like people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything, could still be opened to love. while I who has lost nothing… cannot. It made me cry when Tibby realized there’s more to life than what is laid ahead. When I look at these stars, there has to be more. And I cried, when Carmen couldn’t grasp the man he called dad.


    I really didn’t expect that movie to touch me like the way it did. What Bailey said at the end wasn’t something to make it a good ending, but an ending with more meaning to it. “Being happy isn’t having everything be perfect, maybe it’s about stringing all the little things together… maybe we just get through it and that’s all we can ask for.”