Thursday, February 26, 2009

Exercise in semantics 12

Mornings are the hardest. The sudden rush of realization that you're alone once again is overwhelming. You want to retrace your steps and be at that exact spot right before you lost him.

Exercise in semantics 11

Making a choice is the easy part; Living each day, facing the consequences of your choice---that's the hardest thing to do.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Exercise in semantics 10

Paikot-ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot.
Nag-aantay.
Nagbabakasakali.




Inamag.



(wtf!)

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Exercise in semantics 09

What makes a woman number one? The One? Tell me. I am tired of being second best, of being number two.

For once, can't I be number one?

Exercise in semantics 08

I cannot go back and unbreak my heart.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Exercise in semantics 07

How do you know when to stop? I've seen him every single day for the past four years of my life. Is it really that easy to let him go?

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Exercise in semantics 06

Writing, like men, does not come easy to me. So I save every thought, every phrase, every paragraph that I produce. When it is lost, it almost feels like a breakup.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Exercise in semantics 05

When you profess your love for me, there will be no grand gestures, no orchestra playing our favourite song together, no crowds surrounding us as we slowly walk towards each other. There will be just you and I, and the sunset bursting in various shades of yellow and red. You will wrap your arms around me and look me in the eye, tightening your grip as seconds fly by unnoticed.

"I love you."

And then the world will dissolve in a flurry of swirling colors, just like in the movies. Tears will form in my eyes and as they threaten to spill over, you will brush them away using your thumbs.
"Be happy with me, love."

I will smile and wrap you in my arms because I know you're real, standing in front of me, loving me.

(how's this for cheese? hahaha!)

Exercise in semantics 04

When did I stop dancing to my own song?

Monday, February 16, 2009

Exercise in semantics 03

Sex has a way of making you feel like you're in Heaven. But amidst the heady pleasures, you forgot that it can also make you feel like Hell.

Exercise in semantics 02

Thinking of you is poison to my senses.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Exercise in semantics 01

+ We lose our religion because we're too lazy to keep it.