What I’m Actually Doing

When I say I’m doing my business in the comfort room.

• Sit
• Reading a book
• Sleep
• Make noises with water
• Listen to music on my phone
• Hide

So much for a crappy random post.

That Special Woman

I thank thee Lord for the second greatest thing you’ve ever given to me, You being the first, and letting me feel through her how much You love me. I know she’s safe with You now in a place where there is no pain nor sorrow. I wish her nothing else but eternal peace and happiness. It is what she deserves.

Like no other mother, she managed to teach me everything I needed to know in a short time. She put us before her. We had great times together. We talked about different things. She listened to my immature ideas without weary. Instead, she nurtured it and turned me into this being I am now.

I remember her telling me how much she loved me. No, she didn’t really tell me. She made me see it. She made it look so easy so I could remember it all throughout my lifetime and never forget what love means. She proved that love cannot be defined by a few couple of words. It is a notion no mind could grasp; a million act did out of pure passion no gesture could reciprocate.

One time I wondered why she never gave up on us when we were at our worst. She could just flee and invest on something worthwhile instead of wasting her time and money tending to our needs. She scolded me. She got mad. I’m sooo sorry. She told me, indirectly though and not the exact words, that we were her worthiest investment.

Ma, you deserve way more than just a spa or a makeover. How much to my desire to give you something that may somehow relieve you from the strain and hard work, all I could do now is pray you can hear me.

Finale

What am I getting from all these TV shows I can’t give up on?

Heartaches.

I guess I wasn’t being paid as much as necessary drama in my life so I got myself drugged with all these.

I just watched TVD’s season finale. All week I’ve been giddy for this one episode – of which for one absolute fact will keep me insomniac for the successive months – that will put an end to what I call ‘The Best Ever Season of TVD’.

I’m hating it. I can’t help myself. I hate that I can’t help myself. There’s just too much that I can no longer restrain.

This series spiced up my life. It was a routine for me. From the very beginning, I knew right then that I won’t be able to let go once I get myself into it. I was right.

Every week, I keep thinking about the cliffhanger, about what might come next, or occupy myself with a nice talk with Hannah (about TVD, of course).

Mostly, we discuss what we think about the episode, how we reacted to those emotion-stirring scenes, how we loathed the characters and loved them at the same time, who among the casts we ship, how funny Damon’s line was, and - I told you! There’s just too much!

Salvatore Brothers.

Who wouldn’t know them? Everything goes down to these two characters.

Damon. This wait-for-my-witty-remark I-look-sexy-when-I-smolder I’ll-compel-you-you-with-my-cold-grey-eyes I’ll-do-whatever-reckless-thing-I-want kind of guy who once was a villain never fails to amuse me. I hate him. I hate his selflessness. I hated how he was so selfish in not allowing himself a chance with her and compelled her instead. That’s what made him so selfless. ‘Coz even though he was the one who met her first, he never told her that when she said ‘maybe when I met you first’ and compelled her to forget. And again, he let her get away.

Stefan. It’s always gonna be Stefan. Don’t get me wrong. I love both of them. If only I was the writer, I’d spoil the story and let both of them stay. But that can’t be. Nevertheless, Stefan’s been the old fashioned gentleman who taught Elena life when she didn’t know how to live anymore.

I bet the pilot episode for the next season will be a bomb.

And I can’t wait.

Kevin Williamson, don’t you dare let me down.

get out of my head and fall into my arms instead

You know what I mean. You very well do.

There’s just so much in this world that you want to get a hold of; things that you desire. At the end of the day, we find ourselves wishing for it, craving even.

You know what? I’ve been there a thousand times. I know how it feels. How does it feel to be exhausted when the only thing that could quench your thirst, your craving, is merely a lingering notion in your head?

It’s far from frustrating. It’s way more than that. Not getting what you want, need. It’s just so, ugh! You get what I mean?

It’s like you want to say something. Only, it gets caught at the tip of your tongue.

It’s just plainly agonizing.