Yup, I usually take my time to write just like I take my time in drinking my tea. I allow events to take place once more - at least on my mind - and take my time before I write the next few words just like in between sips of tea wherein I savor its simple taste and relaxing aroma before taking another sip or filling my tea cup with more.
Why do I love to write amidst my busy schedule just like I don't mind relaxing over tea on my desk where a pile of papers are waiting for me to work on? Perhaps, in writing I find solace that is hard to find in today's world. Everything seems to be too fast to a point that most things are taken for granted. Through writing, I am able to reconnect to my own true self. When I ponder on different thoughts, it seems that time suddenly slows down or is even put to a halt to give me that chance to see myself the way I easily see others.
Writing also gives me the opportunity to live a better life each day. When thoughts, from one's learnings to daily experiences to frailties uncovered, turn into written words, they seem to be ingrained in one's mind.
More than than anything else, writing allows me to capture a single moment of time. While events and experiences seem to be transient, they become permanent through written pieces whose words breathe out the same emotions and feelings felt at that point in time which allow one to relive that moment again.
Why do I love to write amidst my busy schedule just like I don't mind relaxing over tea on my desk where a pile of papers are waiting for me to work on? Perhaps, in writing I find solace that is hard to find in today's world. Everything seems to be too fast to a point that most things are taken for granted. Through writing, I am able to reconnect to my own true self. When I ponder on different thoughts, it seems that time suddenly slows down or is even put to a halt to give me that chance to see myself the way I easily see others.
Writing also gives me the opportunity to live a better life each day. When thoughts, from one's learnings to daily experiences to frailties uncovered, turn into written words, they seem to be ingrained in one's mind.
More than than anything else, writing allows me to capture a single moment of time. While events and experiences seem to be transient, they become permanent through written pieces whose words breathe out the same emotions and feelings felt at that point in time which allow one to relive that moment again.
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ganda ng pagkakasulat! *palakpak* naway makabasa pa ko ng marami pang akdang tulad nito. <3
Hey Jigs.
I have a nasty habit of reading people's first few posts. I can't say that I stumbled upon your post on your being effeminate. But I wanted you give you a big hug.
*hug*
Before I go on, thanks for texting me about that Savage Garden song. I tried to remember what song that was, and I had to stop frying tortas to just allow myself get all kilig. Then I found out that he ym-ed me after what seemed to be an eternity that lasted, oh, 7 months.
anyway, anyway...
I've had the same crush on this one guy for about 7 years. Ria was even crazily-kind enough to leave the mall to the both of us (it was Christmas, and the other girl we were with wasn't exactly his cup of tea; btw, he loves tea).
I got over him about 2 years ago. And dig this. Up until I had feelings for him, the entire batch thought he was gay in spite of the fact that was crazy for this girl since 5th grade. I even thought he was gay. I even hated him in 7th grade. Ria knew him longer than I did, and she thought he was questionable as well.
And where is he? He's had 2 girlfriends (hah!), is actually one of Akafellas, and is still a great friend (pogi ng boses! -heard of "Harana" by akkafellas? cya un!). Sure, gay rumors about him would come from nowhere and reach me. But I don't care. He'd play gay just for the heck of it, but he's such a darling anyway.
However, let's just say, that I was the first girl to ever fall for him. Funny as it sounds. He's a great friend, and he still sings silly goofed-up versions of miss saigon to me, even if it's online.
All this goes to show that I admire men who admit to what they claim as weaknesses. They prove that they are real men, and know what it takes to be one.
And let me just say...kinilig si Christine sa Raoul niya *knidat*
wahahaha.
p.s.
inggit ako sa layout mo.
p.p.s.
update naman jan oh *ngiti*
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