crayoned thoughts

Hey, Crayoned Thoughts! I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about you lately. For certain, what am I going to write about for this joyful season! It’s December and it’s Christmas! Then there’s also the New Year coming (well it would about to happen this midnight!) and the thoughts of New Year’s resolution and all. There would be lots and lots of things and happenings to write about. But I was too busy to spare a silent and thoughtful time and dissolve myself into writing. I had – or rather, we (Y and M) had – come up a list for all of my (our) goals for the year 2012. Y and M insisted to have a hundred list of goals to accomplish for next year. But again I was too busy and a hundred is just too many to think about. I was being the realistic me again thinking that if ever I will think of something to accomplish just for a whole year, then it would be doable or achievable in just a year time. And doing a hundred is just too way too many. I was thinking a ten would do. But these

This is fun. Two of my close friends, Y and M, and I are having this daily chat. Recently, M pops a miss-universe-like-question to us just to stir up our minds. And I enjoyed every bit of it because I just love that type of conversations. And here’s M’s miss-U-question yesterday… “If You Could Do One Thing For Free For The Rest Of Your Life, What Would It Be?” Good question, right? And without a second, I already have my miss-U-answer in thoughts. “To be of service to the less fortunate people, to educate, to give home and care, ALL for free for the rest of my life”. Bang! But that sounds heavy and dramatic. And I have this tendency to stay away from those. Though, hearing the same answer from Y and M did not sound heavy and dramatic at all. Anyway, so I gave a different answer. Trying to be witty, I exclaimed, “free hugs!” and did a good laugh. But then as we talked, I realized that I did like my "free hugs" answer. Conceited much? Hehe. I like it because it’s

Meet In-in. Well, I don't know her and neither does she know me. Haha. I just saw her in facebook; thus know her name. Here she is… She’s a beauty, right? Those dreadlocks, the coolest I’ve seen. Super cool, I wanna have one!  I really find her pretty. The photo is good, I get that. Had this been captured in a low quality camera, the output would not be the same. Maybe. But beyond that, this captures that distinct charisma of her, that i-totally-rocked attitude which you will know by just staring at her.  I’ve read that she surfs too. Can I be like her, even just for a year? Minus the smoke. I’ve also read that she smokes. I don’t want that. Though I don't mind her or someone else smokes. We have to respect individual preferences and lifestyle, right? More of her here  http://tinyurl.com/6n927e3 This is just one of those passing times when you see someone so cool that you wish you'd be like him or her. Again, it’s j

Wish I could put these thoughts in rhymes and riddles. But metamorphic words seem to dissipate in space as well. Can I lose in space with you? Even in just a minute?  Though a second wouldn't hurt. I think a second in space is like a lifetime equivalent with you. And I wonder how it would feel then.  How it's gonna be... You… me… Now I’m lost.

“Lately, things have been confusing. You seem to be interested now. You seem to be showing me that somehow a little amount of light can spark something between us. Just when I decided that I would move on, move away from you, forget all of these illusions of me and you, you come flashing with all of those things that made me fall for you. Please don’t smile at me like you’ve won my heart. Please don’t look at me like you’ve known my soul. Please don’t talk to me like you’ve had me. Please... not anymore. I don’t want to let my heart be opened again. It hurts realizing that this may just be a byproduct of the gentle and kind you. This may just be a spin-off of your charm. Please, spare me now. I don’t want it. I don’t want you anymore.” ---- Speaking these thoughts in her behalf… But... the love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, feels the strongest, and sometimes having a hard time letting go of.

Everyday I love him. I love to see that childlike face. I love to be swept away by that childlike charm. From his looks, his dewy-eyed innocence, to his expressions. He is so child-alike. I love it that when I talk, he would just roll his eyes, looking everywhere as if not hearing anything. And when he does listen, he listens in round-eye wonder. Oh, I just love that. I love to smell him. I love his scent. It’s like a drug that soothes away tensions, takes away stress, and relaxes your being. Okay, that's super for a description -- just takes away my stress is enough (hehe). And I don't know how many times I would put my nose on him. He smells like a child and smells so manly at the same time (naks)! I love to hear him. He’s a good talker. He knows just something about anything. I have been observing this trait carefully, checking if he has a tendency to be a bighead, knew-it-all jerk; but no, he is not. This is the effect of the curious him. He is so curious, just

"Rain makes everything better..." Here comes the rain again Hurriedly, I rushed unto my windowpane Drops, drops, drops, Here comes the raindrops. Gently, I hear some pours Moved, my spirit soars Drops, drops, drops, I am hearing thee, raindrops. Slowly, I can see forms of water drops Wished, this magical moment unstops Drops, drops, drops, I am seeing thee, raindrops. Freely, my palms stretched out Touched, I can feel my heart's shout Drops, drops, drops, I am feeling thee, raindrops.

When i pass this stone... for you, from me, to you... :) Love is when I see my ma and pa laugh at the silliest jokes I've heard. They laugh at each others bloopers. They're like two teenagers having their first romance. Aww! :) In finding a partner, Ma always tells us to look for someone whom you can laugh with. And Pa says, "Marry your best friend". Sweet! They are my most important treasures in life. Their love is the greatest force in my universe. I am always at the best version of myself because of these two people. And I am very excited to pass this on to my offspring. I love you ma and pa! ♥

Everyone must have their life’s motto. I have mine, plenty of them. But the very motto I can relate to the most is “The less you worry, the better things will be, no matter what happens.” It’s a line I tell myself almost everyday. It’s a natural human emotion to worry, I know. But sometimes I feel that I worry too much – and much on petty things like... I worry about not having my nails cleaned for today; but they are clean anyway (says who? me :D). I worry if I left my hanky – how could I ever make it through the day without it! And the not-so-petty-things like… I worry that work-deadline is so close and that I couldn’t hit it. When I can’t even remember that I ever missed a deadline – except those emergency cases where I can’t push myself up from bed. I worry about seeing my pocket almost hitting the emptiness of zero-balance. When, in fact, I still have considerable money to withdraw from my bank account. I worry that I don’t save enough. And lately, I worry that I’m not

“Just like a box of crayons that contains a variety of different colors, this will contain a variety of thoughts... this is my crayoned thoughts! :)” That used to be my blog description, with a smile. But someone is keeping his colored thoughts busy today. When he read about the description, he didn’t like it. It’s too mushy-wordy with just the same rephrased phrase. And he didn’t like the word “that” in there too. “It’s a blocker”, he said (duh!). “I can reconstruct it in simple terms!” – “Let’s see”, I said. So I challenged him to reconstruct it. I told him it’s just not about having it simplified. It’d have to be as colorful as I’ve envisioned this blog to be. And now (tadaaa!), he pasted this on my chat box, “a box of crayons of different hues, as colorful and diverse as our thoughts... this is my crayoned thoughts! :)”. Hmm, not bad… hahaha! And still with a smile! :D Yeah, I admit. It’s much… nicer… He is colorful… :)

Cats and dogs outside, Lil ants and rats inside; I lay here hugging my pillow tight, As I think of you tonight. Can this rain course my thoughts to you, And make you think of me too. These cats and dogs will be over soon, And these thoughts of you will just be written in the moon.

"Ana Molly" - got the name from the title of a song by Incubus She had only been gone 30 minutes in the bright light. Yet, the rays of the excruciating sun already burned Ana Molly’s skin. She had to step out, had to be out, to show off her assumed beauty. There are a number of people, she saw. It’s a good crowd for a display, she thought.  She cursed the sun; yet there she is, eyeing the handsome man in his blue board-shorts. Ana Molly must get his attention. The handsome man is paying no attention to her at all. She must do something. She must get near him. Her skin is a skin that has been medically enhanced. She spent half her monthly earnings to maintain the acquired white and flawless complexion. Ana Molly is in panic. “My gad, my skin”, she groaned. She can’t afford to damage her skin, much more her face. Then, Ana Molly found a lone hat in the corner, resting upon an old branch. It’s sophisticatedly brown, beautiful -- classy. The hat has a lot of purpos

Again, this poem… i don’t know why i love this… ---- "just like you" one time, my pen got lost i've searched for it because it really cost unfortunately i did not find it so my temper burst out and i cried a bit sometimes things are like that you can't find it just when you needed it a lot just like you... just where are you.. on these days when i'm so blue... -originally written a decade and a year ago, during my second year in high school :)

Colorful as they are, i am inspired to have my first ever post about what i think about "Colors"... :) Whenever I say the word, relaxing Whenever I imagine the variation, refreshing Whenever I smell the scent, mesmerizing Whenever I touch it, nostalgic Some say people have different aura Like shades that illuminate from the whole human body And that they shade like colors Different, unique, special I wonder what’s mine Is it as fresh as blue, Serene as green, Lovely as pink? hmmm... If people are represented in different colors, can you imagine the art unity can create?