Pending Passions

This is how I #hugot. Also, this gives you an idea of what I'm really thinking about sometimes when I'm staring at my work but not actually working. Only sometimes. :) *** It was still early. We talked about meeting up today, but I didn't think he'd be here at this time. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and smiled at him as he came through the door. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning," I replied. "So early?" "I wanted to watch the sunrise with you." He hugged me. I went back to my room to change while he took his place on the living room couch. When I got ready, we walked to the beach. It was still dark. We held hands while walking. My other hand was tucked inside my jacket pocket, keeping it warm in the strong breeze of the sea. His other hand was in his jacket pocket, probably keeping it warm too. We were silent, happy with each other's presence. We found the rock that protruded from the small hill a ways from the shor...

Okay, way back in, I don't know, 2011, when I was still new to the world of social media and Tumblr, and when I was bored and extremely . . . wait, I think I was jobless when I wrote this. Anyway, way back then, I posted this on Tumblr. And I guess it really does still ring true today. The Twenty-First Time by Monk and Neagle Nowhere to live, nowhere to fall He used to have money, but he’s wasted it all. His face is a photograph burned in my mind, but I pretend not to see him for  the twenty-first time He sleeps under stars, that’s all he can afford His blanket’s an old coat he’s had since the war He stands on the corner of Carter and Vine But I pretend not to see him for  the twenty-first time He may be a drifter, he’s grown old and gray But what if he’s Jesus and I walk away? I say I’m the body and drink of the wine but I pretend not to see him for  the twenty-first time She’s twenty-nine but she feels forty-eight She can’t rai...

You don't even let the alarm wake you up. You're up before it hits the ringer, and you smile because you know you're wide awake now. You're glad you're awake now. It only means it's becoming real. You get yourself ready. You fix yourself up, iron out your best clothes, and spray on your signature perfume. You check yourself in the mirror. Again. You smile. You can't believe how giddy you are. It's like high school all over again. Only this will be better. You believe this will be better. You take a cab to the restaurant. You don't take your car with you. No use in looking for a convenient parking space at that time. And besides, you don't want to risk losing an opportunity to walk home, especially when it includes the possibility of walking with that special someone. The cab driver looks at you from the rear-view mirror. He smiles. He guesses that you're out on a date. You guess it's kind of hard to hide that fact when you've been...

Once upon a time, a man died for the woman he loves. Yes, sounds tragic, doesn’t it? Sounds like a Nicholas Sparks novel. But in this day and age, that’s what it means to love, isn’t it? To be willing to give up everything, including your life, for the one you love. Well, this man died. But first, he loved. He loved extraordinarily. It was almost insane. Normal people would likely choose who they love. Normal people would have standards that are more likely impossible to meet. Normal people do not easily give up everything for someone who doesn’t even seem to notice them. Normal people. But he wasn’t normal, no. He wasn’t normal at all. You see, he loved a woman, like men ought to do. You could say the lyrics “I knew I loved you before I met you” applied to him. He loved her way before they met, way before she even knew he existed. He loved her in the most profound way. What way is this? Well, have you ever tried loving someone who ignores you? Someone who intentiona...

(Note: Either you read it all the way through or read the last part only. Don't stop reading in the middle of it; you'll get the wrong picture . . . and we really wouldn't want that.) It took me years and years before I could say yes to you. And even when I finally agreed, I still told myself firmly that I wouldn't get hooked on you, that I'd remain loyal to my first. But that's probably just another one of those impulse promises we make from time to time, because as time passed, I grew almost addicted to you. True, it's only been about three years, but three years is a long time to spend together. All the messages we shared, all the late night moments under the pillow, trying hard not to be heard (please don't think wrong about this sentence). Being together for three years is like a lifetime, and for you, it is a lifetime. I remember when I first had you. Everybody congratulated me. "Finally," they all seemed to say. "It took you t...

A late post, obviously. But then again, celebrating love can be any day and every day of everyone's life! Valentines Day. Awh. The day when lovers are forced to find time for a date or to do something special. The day when the world stops and turns red in the face, making heart pumping, hormone inducing, brain squishing and tonsilitis causing motions we don't normally feel on any given day. Yep, Valentines Day. It may be obvious that I'm not one for that day but I am not against love. It just so happens that most of the Valentines days I've had went rather poorly and most of those days I've worn black indicating my apparent rebellion against the world. This year, I decided to finally succumb to the trend. Yep, I wore red...shoes! hehe as if I had a choice. That's my only pair of sneakers and I needed it for my Hearts day surprise. Okay, on to the real subject of this post. Having no one to spend the day with and nothing to do, I decided to make...

I've committed one of the most annoying sins a blogger may be able to make: forgetting to bring a camera. Seriously, if blogging is an all out form of media, then I should consider always carrying my Canon DSLR or just throw in my point and shoot one. And I do consider this, only I forget right when I step out of the door. When blogging is no longer in my head, everything else that connects to it hides in the background, until of course something comes up that is blog-worthy and picturesque...but you don't have anything to capture it with except your eyes. I. Sunsets I am a nature lover. That means I fall in love with scenes that are common but usually occur in nature. Sunrises and sunsets, flowers, greenery, mountains and valleys, lakes and oceans, the wide expanse we call the sky. These are creations that no human being can create. I mean, sure, you can chop off a mountain and forklift it to another location but it isn't really the same mountain. Somehow, it's b...

She/He broke up with you. You got a failing grade. Your parents don't appreciate your efforts. Your friends make fun of you. You make fun of you. You have no idea what else to do. You just want to die. Well, let me tell you something--if you want to die, you will sooner or later. My advice for you is to choose later. This post is a rant, a sympathy and a challenge to all those who have attempted, will attempt or will attempt to attempt suicide. You're painting a very pretty picture of what you want, dude. READ ME.

What is love? We’ve all been asked that question. We’ve all asked that question. And we all have tried to answer that question. This post has been taken from my other blog whose link can be found at the end of this article.   There is definitely no right or wrong answer because the answer to that question depends on the person answering.

What if we were to observe everything we pass by when we go home? What if we opened our eyes and actually saw the roads we tread? What if there was something much more to the road most often traveled than what meets the eye? This is an account of the road from Liceo to my RER house, dated last June 2011.