Mouth: Take a look at yourself in a mirror who do you see looking back?
Haley: Is it the person you want to be?
Dan: Or is there someone else you were meant to be but fell short of?
Mia: Is someone telling you you can’t or won’t? Because you can.
Chase: Believe that love is out there.
Nathan: Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.
Peyton: Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money or fame or power. Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and the quiet nobility of leading a good life.
Julian: Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.
Brooke: Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.
Peyton: So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be. Believe that.
Lucas: And believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Talaga Ba?
I can still recall James saying this about me: "Sometimes you just over-do it . You assume, you EXPECT! TOO MUCH!"
Time Has A Way of Healing
Holy Week. Holy Crap. Those times when the hate and pain succumb me to endless despondency, felt like having burned wounds smashed open day in day out. It's not the best feeling in the world (unless you're a masochist which I'm not) so I try hard to consign everything to oblivion. But still, the pain is too much that even a breeze of the wind gives a sting.
I gave my mind a break, left everything to the gentle hands of time. Little did I know that those hands slyly crawl up to the scabs and chafe them until it felt like the healing process needs to start all over again. My wounds are exposed for all the world to see so once again, I need to put them out of the way, keep mum about things that makes my insides want to flare up, and maybe try for the nth time not to let the pain show. Sadly, it has become a cycle too familiar that I know it so well. Too well it seems that it keeps haunting my thoughts.
They say time has a way of healing but maybe my time hasn't arrived just yet.
I gave my mind a break, left everything to the gentle hands of time. Little did I know that those hands slyly crawl up to the scabs and chafe them until it felt like the healing process needs to start all over again. My wounds are exposed for all the world to see so once again, I need to put them out of the way, keep mum about things that makes my insides want to flare up, and maybe try for the nth time not to let the pain show. Sadly, it has become a cycle too familiar that I know it so well. Too well it seems that it keeps haunting my thoughts.
They say time has a way of healing but maybe my time hasn't arrived just yet.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Far From A Typical Monday
It was a Monday, the most manic day of the week. I rode the train on my way to work and I can't help but notice how people around me are either very elated or too pissed off. Then it dawned to me that it was Valentine's Day. I opted to stay neutral and stayed on my usual Monday mood - devastated at the fact that it's yet another workday; enraged at the thought that the weekend unfortunately came to an end. I tried hard not to let the Hearts' Day hype get into my system.
Shit. Valentine's Day. I've been denying it but I don't know how I can possibly spend that day in the most normal, socially acceptable, and remarkable way possible.
As I sat there, a thought popped into my head. I dug my phone out of the pile of mess inside my bag, let it rest on the center of my hand and thought things over. I pressed a few buttons and I saw your name. I took all the pride I'm nursing just to take that big step towards happiness.
That, so far, is the best impulsive decision I came up with which I didn't end up regretting the next day, not even after a month has passed. In fact, with how things are going I think regret will never cross my mind. NEVER. :-)
Loving Monday for the first time,
Shit. Valentine's Day. I've been denying it but I don't know how I can possibly spend that day in the most normal, socially acceptable, and remarkable way possible.
As I sat there, a thought popped into my head. I dug my phone out of the pile of mess inside my bag, let it rest on the center of my hand and thought things over. I pressed a few buttons and I saw your name. I took all the pride I'm nursing just to take that big step towards happiness.
That, so far, is the best impulsive decision I came up with which I didn't end up regretting the next day, not even after a month has passed. In fact, with how things are going I think regret will never cross my mind. NEVER. :-)
Loving Monday for the first time,
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Caught Up in Daydreams
Sitting on an unbelievably comfortable couch with a cup of coffee on my hand, thoughts of you suddenly crossed my mind. I sat there a little longer with my eyes fixed on the pantry doors. In a snap, it felt like the last quarter of 2009 all over again. It's like I'm anticipating you'll walk in any minute, sit beside me, then share your stories of how boring your day is/was/will be.
I had my entirety enveloped in that thought when the doors moved, and someone busted in. That unfamiliar person walked in with a face that is unbelievably cheery considering the fact that it's 3 in the afternoon. No one's supposed to be that alive during that dead hour of the day! I knew right then and there it's not you. It could never be you. You have this aura of ease, lax, and lethargy beaming all over you and it affects me somehow. He didn't have the same thing, I've never found someone else who does. So I stood up but I still had my eyes fixed on that stranger who dared to walk his way in my daydreams of you. It felt as though he invalidated your existence, like he's a giant hand trying to slap me with the reality that you're no longer around.
Hurriedly, I took off and brisk-walked my way back to my cubicle. Immediately, I opened my computer's monitor with the hopes of finding your name on my YM's list. Instead, I got more than what I hoped for. An instant-message, with the phrase I've been wanting to hear.
Then on, I knew I cannot be satisfied nor bothered by any more daydreams. One, two, ten, hundreds, or even thousands of people can try to get in the way of those daydreams but I could never care less. Reality's better anyway. :)
Believing dreams do come true,
I had my entirety enveloped in that thought when the doors moved, and someone busted in. That unfamiliar person walked in with a face that is unbelievably cheery considering the fact that it's 3 in the afternoon. No one's supposed to be that alive during that dead hour of the day! I knew right then and there it's not you. It could never be you. You have this aura of ease, lax, and lethargy beaming all over you and it affects me somehow. He didn't have the same thing, I've never found someone else who does. So I stood up but I still had my eyes fixed on that stranger who dared to walk his way in my daydreams of you. It felt as though he invalidated your existence, like he's a giant hand trying to slap me with the reality that you're no longer around.
Hurriedly, I took off and brisk-walked my way back to my cubicle. Immediately, I opened my computer's monitor with the hopes of finding your name on my YM's list. Instead, I got more than what I hoped for. An instant-message, with the phrase I've been wanting to hear.
Then on, I knew I cannot be satisfied nor bothered by any more daydreams. One, two, ten, hundreds, or even thousands of people can try to get in the way of those daydreams but I could never care less. Reality's better anyway. :)
Believing dreams do come true,