Current Chronicles: Three Word Stories

I don't know when I stopped writing in this blog. It's probably not THAT long, maybe a week or so. But whenever I skip to write, even for a day, I feel like I haven't blogged for years. I'm so sorry for not taking care of my little space. I'm still thinking of the best way to utilize my home site, but really. Enough of that for now. I just want to write.

Recently, I have been writing Three Word Stories in my FB, and I found it quite interesting how to put all those thoughts and words and feelings into just three words. Makes me think. A lot. It's quite fun! I've been doing it since Easter and I feel I sound sarcastic. Those three words tell everything, and I don't know if this is some direction I'd like to take with this blog.

What do you think?

Anyways, since I'm at that, let me tell you bits and pieces of me with just three words.

Tokyo Next Year. Yes, I have convinced myself to do it. I want to travel. I don't want to travel alone, but this one. I'm excited. I'm excited to use my not-so-polished Japanese to the locals. Bring it on. I'm thinking Spring season, but wait. I have NO LOVED ONE to enjoy it with. Summer is OK too.

Love Never Fails. I would like to post my inner monologue about Love when I have time.

Summer To Sauna.



Mukai Osamu Please.

A Dialogue: To me you are Moon.

I knew you were watching me. From the very beginning. I was irked at having your warm gaze all over me, like a hot sun on a full blast on a summer day. Whenever you are around, it makes me feel like my sacred loneliness is violated. It feels like all of my breath is taken away and my heart is pumping mad, angry and overwhelmed at the same time.

You were like a dog following me around. I hated that. And much more, I hated the way you looked at me, as if you were looking at my very soul. As if I didn't have any flesh or bones to hide my heart with. Your big, round eyes can see everything. I want to hide whenever you're around. But the strange thing is, I want you around.

I wanted you around.

A Dialogue: To me you are Night.

I'm still looking for the traces of your existence.
Inside my head, on my bed, in the shadows.
You were there. I know you were there.
The only thing I heard from you was half a beat, lips puckering to form a word. Eyes glinting under the moonlight, your jet black hair dancing under the night.

Night.

That's your name. To me you are night. The dark end of the day. Nothing about you is bright. Your countenance manifests deep sorrow, as painful as the number of times you allowed needles to pierce through your body. The result was beautiful: a healthy swivel of tattoos over your arm, in full color. The hues were fading now, but I wonder. Maybe at the beginning, everything was draped in one: bloody red.

The things I should be reminded to do...

Because things slowed down this Holy Week, I've got lots of time to think. Well, basically I can blame it on the summer heat and our uncooperative Internet connection. Philippines, c'mon.

The many things I wanted to say:

Love never fails.

Love never fails. At the end of the day, even if sometimes, I'm looking to slip into someone's arms and fall over that one dear hand who can physically assuage my broken soul, an invisible, constant love is enough. Human hands aren't always there. And sometimes, human hands can be careless. Human hands can hurt too.

Devodiary: A big bear hug

Last night, I had my "talk." It was one of those beautiful moments when I just come to God like a child running after finding out something bad, and hoping that His big, loving arms could comfort me. It did. It always has.

A Tuesday Story

I was born on a Tuesday. 1985.
In a pleasant afternoon where the next day
All of the world rejoices
New Year has come.
My birthday was something kind of a jubilee
There were fireworks, celebrations and laughter.
Round things, wine and families getting together.
That day was a Tuesday.