He was a book she read and pondered for three months. There were deep poetry in his tongue and riddles in the sunglasses he always wore, but somehow, she wondered and thought of the thousand ways she could break those mysteries and decipher them in a way a detective would do in every case and she succeeded.
Soon enough, she began to fall in love.
She fell in love with the question marks, the periods, the commas, the verbs and the objects. She fell in love with the exclamation points she hanged in her cabinet. His words were arrows to her, and slowly, very slowly, she plummeted from the cliff she always swore not to fall in. She became trapped.
Trapped with the questions he left with her. Trapped with the feelings he cruelly mixed. Trapped in love.
And it’s too late to turn back now.
flowers in your hair | a mix for clear, crisp morning skies; the smell of magnolias blooming on a branch; velvet peony petals; and the cool young grass between your bare toes.
1. The Lumineers Flowers in Your Hair
2. The Paper KitesBloom
3. The Head and the HeartRivers and Roads
4. Harper BlynnHigh End Melody
5. Mumford & SonsLover’s Eyes
6. The Oh Hello’sHello My Old Heart
7. The Cake SaleSome Surprise
8. Laura MarlingNew Romantic
9. Iron & WineLove and Some Verses
10. Matt CorbySongbird
11. Yann TiersenLe Matin
12. Ingrid MichaelsonMorning Lullabies
13. Carla BruniMa jeunesse
14. Acid House Kings The Saturday Train
15. Russian RedLoving Strangers
16. She & HimI Can Hear Music
(8tracks)
A lot has been happening lately to the point that I can’t blog every single one of them. Yes, I am busy having a life out of the world wide web. So here’s a post about the days that has been, in a nutshell.
- Overused mirror shot with Twinny during our interview at LG Electronics.
- Hassle and disorganized enrollment that made us waiting, running, waiting, filling up forms, waiting for 6 feakin’ hours. Skipped our interview at Entertainment Gateway group.
- My poor feet finally put to rest after all the tiring walk.
- Finally a delicious meal after all those hassle.
- Thankfully, EGG let us to re-schedule the interview so we made it the day after enrollment.
- Megamall chills.
- Discovered the awesome-est frap-slash-smoothies in town. A good substitute for Jamba Juice if you don’t want to stash your money that much.
- Random visit at The Collective to canvass for an instax polaroid at Lil Whims but unfortunately they are closed so we roamed around instead.
- BEST THRIFT BUY EVER. Scored the boots for 50 *icantgetover* bucks when we visited a thrift store in Makati.
- Assisted in Frosh Orientation. Met some new folks. Bonding with my peer family. Ate Jomel’s stories. Fun. Fun. Fun.
- Sumptuous meal for the gloomy weather. Little did I know I would be walking in a gutter deep flood after feasting through that meal.
- New read! Which I will be finishing later today.
- Additional infos which are not in photos: Senior Year has just started. Talk about me juggling for 3 responsibilities (Intern, Thesis Leader, Student). Started my internship yesterday at Manila Broadcasting Company.
Here’s to more thrills and new adventures!
Such a competitive lass when there’s no competition at all, she already got her trophy.
One of the saddest things about break ups is not the promises or the potentiality that could’ve prosper into a garden or the entire rain forest that could end global warming. It’s the information about the person that you collected within the span of time you’ve been together. In a matter of seconds, it all just become utterly useless. Whether it’s about what profession they’re pursuing, or what their favourite dish is, for all it’s worth, you could only use them on conversations with past friends about past memories. That’s just about it. They’re just a bunch of information for no such purpose but to torture you with the remnants of what used to exist. To keep them and always have that constant reminder is just insanely masochistic, but it’s not like we have a choice. Going through the pain is part of the process, and all we can do is feel it. We can’t just forget all those just because we declare that we want to forget them; they slowly slip away, and that’s just how it is. Every now and then, little things bring and trigger the long forgotten memory, and then it slips again. Based on my experience, I believe that you don’t completely let go and move on; we just cope and learn to live with the lost.
Of OJT hunt, long walks around Makati Central Business District under the scorching sun, never ending printing of resume and other OJT docs, sky high buildings, stomach churning elevators, jeepney rides, break and chill moments at Ayala Triangle.
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