Work in Progress: This time, I'll make it right.
I am lost in my little world.
UP Diliman.
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I’m in love again
But this time it’s with the right person.
I’m in love again
And I know my heart won’t be forsaken.
I’m in love again
Because you showed me that with you it’s worth risking.
I’m in love because you drowned me in the sea of your affection.
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To someone who would dare to make me fall in love with him, sing this song to me.
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I hate you infinitely for making me think about so many things.
I hate you infinitely for making me feel so many emotions.
I hate you infinitely for letting me grow some roots on the ground.
I hate you infinitely for letting me float in the sky.
I hate you infinitely for letting me grow hatred in my heart.
I hate you infinitely for doing nothing about it.
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I think it’s really important to use your hands and get close to materials. To be up close to real things like rain and mud; to have contact with nature. {Robin Day} -
I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face. {Katherine Mansfield}
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It was one cold rainy evening. We were onboard, a cab. There was a traffic jam. The driver was busy trying to figure out a way on how to get us to the terminal the fastest.
They were busy chatting. I was quietly gazing outside the window. They did not notice my silence.
I could not hear the sound of the water when it hits the ground. I could not feel the hush of the wind nor could I feel a drop of rain on my skin. However, I saw the rain poured gently. There was something about the rain during that sundown. It just dawned on me. It was screaming inside my head. Stop staring from the window. Go outside and play in the rain. A tear had fallen and I brushed it away.
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Thank you for killing time with me while waiting for Prof. Tongson to end her discussion with some students concerning their thesis.
You made a mark to me Mr. Business Administration Graduate by saying that I look familiar. Am I that too old to be compared to your classmate whom you apparently failed to recall her name. Does she really exist? Or did you just made that up to get my attention (flattering my self, I know)? Anyway, thank you for your questions. It was a pleasure answering it.
Will I ever meet you in the future? I hope not. But there is a possibility. It’s a small world. And we’re all connected to each other come hell or high water.
