http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/ Loveless Sun, 06 Jan 2008 02:45:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2008. Writing Travel Teens http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/208.html Sat, 05 Jan 2008 20:42:11 GMT At times we deviate from our norms in life, at times we became people we thought we wouldn't be or never would be... At moments like these, we usually forgot who we are, searching to escape the realism that binds us and our conscience... Lost in the translation of thoughts and emotions... Emancipated from the thorny grips of love... Enraptured by the rhetorical figure of incongruousness along an inebriated staid. I was mangled by the very temptation of thoughts itself... Along the masquarades of masks I see, are people crying out for effectual actions. Yet succoring them in their hour of... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=208 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/207.html Thu, 06 Dec 2007 15:11:35 GMT You raise it, feed it, shelter it, care for and love it. The family pet. And it becomes loyal, trusting and dependent upon you. Then one day you leave, move away or take it to the shelter. It howls and barks, whines and jumps up at every sound, thinking that you have returned to love it once more. It’s beyond the capacity of this pet to understand why you left it, that your leaving of it truly had nothing to do with it or anything it did. You just left for your own reasons without any consideration for the feelings or thoughts of this loyal loved one. You had to move on, had something better... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=207 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/206.html Mon, 12 Nov 2007 14:10:26 GMT How long has it been since I last sat at the window seat of a bus… The cold lonely corner… By my side is no longer her hand intertwining mine, no longer is her hair flowing down my shoulders, no longer will I be able to smell her scent and feel her warmth… All that I can lean upon is the cold hard plastic and glass beside me… Wandering around like a lost soul, I have lost interest in everything… I no longer want to eat anything, no longer want to do anything, I could even not sleep and yet won’t feel tired… Is this what they called lovesick? Friends came to my aid, to fill the void in me,... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=206 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/205.html Thu, 08 Nov 2007 01:08:21 GMT Love is... ...the brief moment between breathing in and breathing out. When you've drawn them in and taken them deep within yourself. When you're full of them and you just pause for that one beat. Totally sustained and happy and fulfilled. And then you let them go. They rush out of you and into memory. And you spend a while releasing them completely. And sometimes you spend too long. And then you breathe them in once more. Or you breathe in someone new. Or you never breathe again. http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=205 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/204.html Thu, 01 Feb 2007 04:15:44 GMT Behind the veil of darkness, we prowl and hunt for criminals. Like a poacher searching for a game, we get tip offs and ambush our prey… Perambulating districts and precincts, we also made our presence known to both the public and those with intentions to sin. Behind this uniform, we are also normal humans with compassion and humanity. But at many a times, we have to forsake such persona and become impartial whenever necessary. Many would say our country is a bed of roses, but beneath every nation, there are weeds of problem growing. Social problems, economic problems, leadership problems... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=204 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/203.html Fri, 19 Jan 2007 14:50:23 GMT In the myriads of events and occasions lined along the preordained, we plan and try to cater to the interests of everyone. But the reality of things seldom falls into the sphere of expectations. Along the chain of commands, we have been compelled to satisfy the majority. As much as we want to fulfill our job, the propagation of influence and fickle mindedness of humanity has always been a challenge… Change is what makes us come up with decisions, and what we decided upon is eventually the best that we thought would be for everyone. Be it a simple dinner or a grand masquerade, everyone... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=203 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/202.html Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:21:58 GMT Another year has passed since death has taken him from us, and it’s been another year since we last celebrated his birthday… Along our busy lives and schedules, we carry on with our existence, by being the slaves we are to this master of time and reality. We seldom get the chance to think about those that have left, about those whom chronicles of life has a part of us… That is until I saw his picture again today… Being back to his humble abode, I could still see him, shadows of him and the past memories. Times shared and spent together with. Though it has become but a distant... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=202 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/201.html Sat, 09 Dec 2006 11:31:58 GMT Things of interest, things of the past, things that go on in our daily lives, things that made us laugh or be afraid… We talk about them in one way or another, through words and signs, writings and conversations. At times it bores people, at times it interests them, but no matter the rejoinder, it is their attention that matters. Sentient beings are what we are, for we can never live in a world without others… We need to convey our thoughts, our feelings, our ideas and our opinions in one way or another. Through words we paint a permanent avowal, through conversation we leave a figment of... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=201 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/200.html Sun, 03 Dec 2006 09:39:03 GMT When I hold her I experience warmth, when I smell her I smell hope, when I touch her I felt happiness… It’s been so long since I experience such sensations, so long I seem to forget what they are called, but she reminds me of them once more. Time and again, she has broken my heart but somehow, my love for her just keeps rekindling… I wondered if she felt the same… After my ex left, I have been searching all the while for someone who could interest me in so many levels, I tried to find someone that looks like her or even has the same hobbies as her. But through the evanescence of time,... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=200 http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/archive/199.html Sun, 26 Nov 2006 13:52:56 GMT As I celebrated my year of independence, friends and relatives congratulated me. They gave me blessings and presents, customary words of greetings and the practicality of materialism. To me, it is the thought that counts… But a physical present is always much preferred, for it is not the extrinsic value of the item that counts, but how it reminds me of them… A present is not just an item of significance, it is a momento carved along the lines of memoirs. It brings me closer to that person at other points in future. It reminds me of them, and the relationships attached… It lets me see them... (more) http://spal2da.blogdrive.com/comments?id=199