Numbers.

I have found myself running with my memories lately.

Some ghosts decided to join in as well.

Strange thing to realize is that these wisps of faded white no longer frighten me.

They are not the monsters I thought they were.

There is a strange feeling of comfort that comes with them.:)

Gazer Gazed At.

I have always felt this way.
_{Merely gazed at.}

Random As Random Can Get.^^

Got nothing to write down, really.

Just been feeling kinda guilty for "neglecting" my blog... baka tampo na sya. Heehee.^^

Well, school's almost out but what I can't wait for is that project with Jenny.;) And the trip I get to go on for it- literally and figuratively, I'm sure.^^

I miss dad. I miss the stage.

I can't wait to be singing again...

... just thinking. At a younger age, there were rules that I broke whose consequences I really wasn't able to take or better yet, take in. Then I decided to "follow" them. Now I think I should start breaking them again.

My line from that long-ago play is true: "Please God, please, don't let me be normal."

The last thing I want to be is that... No amount of self-imposed headstarts can make it fade into the background of my life.

Sigh... all over the place I am, eh?^^

_{Taking your advice, Jenny. Just write.}

Hung Up On Italian.

I don't know why I'm suddenly aching to go to a land I've never seen before. Whose face and moods I can only paint in my head with the help of the music that comes from its bosom.

I haven't felt like this in a very long time.

Something that is akin to sadness.

Music that is so visual. And all those visions- swallowed by the screaming of the sea and the heat of a day I have never experienced on its shore.

Kitchen Musings.

Each moment should be celebrated. (And) I have learned to make myself as the occasion... as vain as that may sound. Haha.

I have learned to decorate my valleys with brightly-colored banderitas. Though some of my alleys sometimes beg for sun and absent gloom.

I'm learning to mingle with the crowd... and not to stay in my solitary corners.

The Out-Of-Nowhere Blast.

I was just thinking of the things I have long-ago branded as my unshakable convictions...

Sigh... and I wondered if my "questioning" them now is a form of betrayal... but I have learned to stop feeling guilty over my (certain) feelings and thoughts.

Just an inevitable metamorphosis, I guess. .. but it's the same caterpillar.:)

Wooden Planks That I Love.

No, it isn't like that at all... at least not on the actual surface.

No look of despair nor indescribable anguish crosses over their faces. Voices do not really waver so. He does not really roughly take her into his arms and sigh as if it's the last time. No, he does not really suddenly leave her in a now-cold and absent embrace.

Sigh. Not really...

But if the mind can project its workings... this is how it will register on the white screen of reality.