SOMETIMES IT’S what I didn’t say
Sometimes it’s what I say
Sometimes it’s my silence
Sometimes it’s my loudness
Sometimes it’s my laughter Continue reading
BUT IF I’ll write about how it has been, there’s gotta be lots of writings and I’m gonna need some time to write those happenings coz there are lots and lots and lots.
So I decided.. I won’t tell you how it was.
Yet I really wanted to. So…. Here!
I FORGOT to forget. I cannot not to think of it. It’s bothering me..
I missed you so much. I never thought this such would happen to us. This is what I’m avoiding. This is what I hated. This is what hurting me the most.
I just wanted to cry. Continue reading
WHEN I was a child, I’m fond of airplanes. Not airplanes as it is but airplanes in the sky.
Like any other child, seeing an airplane hovering above is magical –atleast that’s what I thought.
I want to see airplanes. Neither did I know, it gives me a different feeling. As a toddler, I’m longing to see airplanes so I waited and waited. Nighttime is much more beautiful. The blinking light that they made, the way it passes by up above the night sky like a shooting star..
is was magical.. Before long, I realized; airplanes made me sad.
Airplanes made me sad because it gives me hope –a hope that’ll be forever as it is. Those moments– whenever I see an airplane, I will stretch my hand and pointed it. Not yet satisfied with that action, I’ll proudly cry;
there’s an airplane!
as if being the first one to see the airplane is something.
Airplanes made me think of someone. Seeing an airplane gives me the hope of seeing that someone who is special to me. Everytime I see an airplane, I assume that my SS (someone special) is in that plane and in a moment or two, I’ll be able to meet him. I know it’s not possible but for a child, there’s nothing impossible, right?
And it goes on. I can’t help myself from assuming that he is really there in that plane I’m seeing, that he’s just there right above me looking for me on the ground –I’m hoping that I’ll see him, expecting that I’ll have him with me all the time like what I saw in any other toddlers.
Yes this goes on til I grew up –and so does the hurting.
Seeing an airplane is magical.. yet dismal.
SOME SAYS it was alright. There’s nothing wrong with it. But there are some who don’t wanna hear it. They said that they don’t like it.
But to whom will I open my ears? I don’t know..
Maybe a friend of mine is right –everybody doesn’t need to know something. Continue reading
THIS BOX has been sitting at the bottom of our Christmas tree for days. There are three of these. We knew that the boxes are all empty. Our Tita just put it there to somehow look like there’s many gifts. Three empty boxes.
Then Christmas and New Year passed by. We removed our Christmas tree and put those three boxes back in Tita’s room.
Then this night, Tita came downstairs holding two boxes and told us; here’s my gift to you guys, why did you put it back?
My sister and I looked at each other, confused. I stood up and get the boxes while giving my sister the what-is-this-look. I gave my sister the other box and sit down. I’ve shaken the box and whispered to my sister that it’s empty.
So I was thinking… Tita’s pranking us right? Tita? Prank? –doesn’t sounds right. Haha. So I decided to open the box.
And I knew it’s empty! Right, my Tita’s pranking us!
–look what I found! Haha! A 500-pero bill. Okay, she got us there. And my sister wouldn’t open hers. I told her; no, it’s not empty! Open it!
Hahaha! Thanks Tita! (:
Happy New Year everyone!!