i havent been writing lately. though I may not be as great some of the people I blog-stalk or those that get published, for me writing is release. it s being able to blurt things out, sugar coat or make it a tad bit interesting with metaphors.
right now on the far south of the philippine map with pockets that have one big hole and hijacking my brother's room and his 24/7 connected pc. if only i can hostage this piece of beauty back to manila, then i can blog more regularly. sounds like a plan..ehehehe.
so here i am, letting the gush take me to find back my words.
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christmas day. today i was a boat ride away from where he was. from the top of that hill i glanced to the right hoping i could confirm it was kudat i could see from that point. pathetically thinking if he could be capable of brewing cheesy moments like this.
in the how many times i thought i was 101% sure that i could just walk away and let time take its course, i ended up eating those words. i could also end up eating this as well, but you are different and that makes it harder to just let it go. walking to bed in malate, i told Tag, that it would have been so much easier if you were just a pretty face and a chauvinistic prick. i want you to be that guy who called me stupid. i want to be able to find something wrong in order to let go. that's me. forever romantic. its gets difficult to handle but i've been getting used to it i guess.
