Showing posts with label reblog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reblog. Show all posts

Friday, November 13, 2009

And Here is Where You Will Find Me When I'm No Longer There.


"I will hold on until there is no more reason to.
And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun."


Whenever I run out of words to say... you help me out. Seems like you always have the right words to say at the right time. Keep on keeping on @Pleasefindthis =) You are truly inspiring a lot just so you know ;)


i'm now one of your biggest fans,

-tSin

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Zoom Vroom Kaboom. Go Away ONDOY!

Say, won't you stay; we can talk about nothing at all
We'll sit here and make up the words as we go along
~Scott Porter & the Glory Dogs, Pretend

09.26.09 | 23:43:59 | this is going to be quick

The title is such gobbledygook-iness because it's a Saturday night and I am stuck at home cuz of the storm Ondoy which has now wrecked the most of Manila - imagine, the flood has covered even three storey houses! That is sooo crazy! A number of people have died already and not to mention millions worth of possessions lost as well. But never mind the mundane stuff, what's important are the lives of the people who are out there still fighting the coldness of the very stormy night and the flooded streets.

I am just thankful to be sitting cozy here in front of the computer (despite the "flying-roof" sound that the rooftop is making whenever the wind howls!), keying my rants and delights, enjoying looklet (still!), and savoring the breeze of the electric fan. I couldn't watch the news at all... it's just very depressing really :( I wish the storm would stop already so that no more people would be suffering and no more lives would be lost. I'm really, really praying. Plus, my best friend's boyfriend, along with a hundred more people, is stranded in the NAIA airport -- I hope they will all be safe. I guess something must have seriously irked Mother Nature to be wrecking this part of the world this much... that even the popular artistas didn't escape her. Some of them are even stuck on their rooftops and begging on television via phone-patch for somebody to come rescue them. Lord, please also guide all those brave souls who will risk their lives for the lives of others!

In times like this nothing beats the power of prayers especially when we can't actually go out there to give out physical help. So can we take about five minutes to pray for those who are now suffering because of the typhoon?

Thanks!

On a lighter note, I was trying to kill time and boredom by www-hopping. I also tried to watch Ice Age 3, but I got really sleepy! It's not that the movie is bad or something, I'm just really lazy like this when it comes to watching movies most especially if they are not in my favorite genre. I had to find something else and voila! I stumbled upon this friend's, Kat, blog and found this very interesting and funny post of hers which I am automatically reblogging (obviously. heheh...) right now.

Chadan! Here it is: The Ten Top Trivia Tips About Tsin Joson =)

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Tsin Joson!

  1. Tsin Joson was invented in China in the eleventh century, but was only used for fireworks, never for weapons!
  2. The National Heart Foundation recommends eating Tsin Joson at least three times a week.
  3. Tsin Joson is the sacred animal of Thailand!
  4. It's bad luck for a flag to touch Tsin Joson!
  5. It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same Tsin Joson.
  6. American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating Tsin Joson from each salad served in first class.
  7. The difference between Tsin Joson and a village is that Tsin Joson does not have a church.
  8. Tsin Joson cannot jump.
  9. It is impossible to fold Tsin Joson more than seven times.
  10. Tsin Joson has little need for water and is capable of going for months without drinking at all!
I am interested in - do tell me about
It's funny how Trivia #10 seem to be real... Yes. I am not a fan of water and I don't know why up to now. I would rather drink juice than water.

So... Go ahead and try it! It's really fun and you'll know some out-of-this-world trivia about yourself that you've never actually heard of! Go go go! :)

i said it was gonna be quick,

-tSin


Saturday, August 22, 2009

And When I Write.

Let the meaning slip away
Lost my faith in another day,
Self deprication seems okay,
I never thought I'd make it anyway

08.22.09 | 07:20:33 | i'm my own worst enemy

So I was cleaning up my mailbox and stumbled upon some old writings of mine. I should say they were really crazy and very teenag-y. Hahah! Sure, I made that word up. =p Well, being an ugly duckling back then I couldn't help myself from suffering from a hundreds of heartbreaks. And yeah, it's crazier how I never seem to learn my lesson. Oh well, being the curious me? I'd rather really take risks than be stuck in some void and a series of what-if-sessions with myself. Here's a sample of one of the poems I've written when I was heartbroken.

Broken

His lips still fondle my ears,

His laughter still mimics the bluish sky,

His voice rings clear though distantly,

His hands I hold in vain.

My eyes wander through

Searching for that one face I know.

His name I scream so he could hear

But he remains oblivious.

How could I say I accept him?

How could I possibly love him?

I never really know him, only his face,

And the memories have been relinquished.

He lied and that couldn’t be denied.

He left and now I am bereft.

I know that I could never find again

The man who I once loved so much


I wonder who that was for. Haha! I swear, I couldn't really remember anymore. I guess that's because I've fallen in and out of love sooo many times in the past I've lost count of all the men whom I have passed by! *sniggers* One weird trivia about me: I could hardly write at all when I am very happy or when I'm really in love. And if you ask me why... err - I am so sorry. I really don't know why! :o

And here's another poem that I've found... (yet another crazy one!)

No one understands the language I use.

No one can decipher the codes that I give.

Interpretation of my works would only mean insult.

Misconception of it would be a curse to him who reads it.

He deems understanding, but he really doesn’t.

He triumphs over symbols inferred, but aware not of his error.

Many had failed and no one has yet succeed

To give the meaning to such works that even I cannot recognize.

The epithet could make you lose your interest.

The content could baffle your confounded mind.

The whole of it can make you lose your sanity.

But you will not be able to forget nor remember any of it.

For when I write, I write it for no one.

And when I write, I write it because of someone.

For when my desire to write overflows

I write - and write it for you to read.

Nobody knows why the milieu of my verses is such.

Nobody knows just why it’s there.

Remember how you laughed until you cried?

It was because you just felt like doing so.

Just like when I write and write it for no one.

Some are for and some are for not.

I write because I feel my pen grip the insides of my palm.

I write because I felt like doing so.

And when I write you’ll be frustrated.

And when I write you’ll swear to hate me.

And when I write you’ll never know

That the poem I wrote was for no one, but you.


That should be it for now. I've got to head home and get some sleep because I am going to have a very busy weekend! Busy as it was laid back the last. Btw, I'm gonna post some photos of my weekend vacay in Bohol here in my next entry. I promise! :D


I could be an expert on co-dependency,

~tSin

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Saddest of People Are Those Who Smile The Widest.

Your lipstick, his collar
Don't bother, angel.
~Taking Back Sunday, Cute Without The E

07.30.09 | 06:37:11 | recall


You can always try to fake it,
but you know you will never really make it.
The pain,
The hurt,
The secrets,
will eventually find its way into the surface.
And if you try one more time to hide it…
For sure, one way or the other,
you’re just gonna break down.
The pain,
The hurt,
The secrets,
will eventually pile up like the clothes in your laundry.
But hey, c’mon, be honest…
to yourself at least.
Just admit that sometimes you really do need
somebody else to make it through.
And remember, there really is a VERY thin line
between sanity and psychosis…
You really wouldn’t like to cross that line, do you?

copyrighted,

~tSin