crayoned thoughts

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… :)