January 2011
Happy New Year! ;D
Have a great year 2011 ahead, Sir! God Bless! :)
Happy New Year! ;D
Have a great year 2011 ahead, Sir! God Bless! :)
yourbebang:
pseudoperfection:
(MY FAVORITE...
December 2010
inkytakespictures asked: Glenn! We've been online buddies for around 3 to 4 years now and I wish to finally be able to see you soon! Thank you for 4 years of awesome virtual friendship. Baguio's waiting for you. I cannot wait. PS: No photos when we see each other, please. I am shy. Haha
Happy Almost New Year, Glenn! See you soon!
Happy Almost New Year, Glenn! See you soon!
THANK YOU
Save the best for last. And the best idea to do a year ender post is to extend gratitude to special people here. The ones in one way or another inspire, teach and influence me. Being very significant about who I became.
My friends, my heroes, my muse (in random)
Butterflydreaming, forever consistent in writing things of beauty.
Mel, VintageMemoir, indie, mainstream— you got the best of...
They already discovered the backalleys, so on...
An audio post and a thank you message as my year ender entry. That’s the best thing in my mind right now. ‘-‘
MEL, YOU ARE A GEM. '-'
ON REDDING HEARTS
ON REDDING HEARTS
When I color those hearts red, I do not only imply an admiration, a temporary high, an aroused sense or a mere “like”. When I do, I leave a part of my soul in those pieces, and my being that shouts of fascination. It has an effect, significance, one that influences, one that occupies my consciousness by the time I distance myself from the computer screen, from the touches of my...
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PLAYLIST 12-30-10 (VIVIEN)
Better Off- 1994
Have Faith in Me- A Day To Remember
Here We Stand- Amber Pacific
What About Today- American Hi-Fi
So Much Better- Aubrey Wood
Ends of the Ocean- Avalanche City
I Quit My Scene- Name Taken
Last Chance- Cartel
Lullaby- Chase Coy
Day Old Hate- City and Colours
Aware, Rust and Repair- Daphne Loves Derby
She’s a Lady, Forever the Sickest Kids
I’m No Mess,...
Breaking Open the Head: On art →
theunlocking:
Art is in everything. Music is art. Meditation is art. Living itself is art, or an art.
The artistic element is a core property of all there is—of unkempt fields, of an assassination, of the thick aroma of a hearty breakfast awaiting. The clutter of a desktop, and incessant mental chatter. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
What is art? For eons debated though it is, the...
pandorasboat-deactivated2011031 asked: I absolutely love the audio to my favourite dream. Is that your voice?
ifso.. your accent is beautiful, complete and utter beauty. I listen to those words more than i should, resighting the letter continuously.. i almost feel that you really are talking to me, but i dont think i could ever deserve so much enchantment.
ifso.. your accent is beautiful, complete and utter beauty. I listen to those words more than i should, resighting the letter continuously.. i almost feel that you really are talking to me, but i dont think i could ever deserve so much enchantment.
I PAINT YOU PICTURES ALL NIGHT LONG, AND TELL YOU...
Why I’m Home, Go Radio
YAIKS
Posted an audio post (probably be the last too). It depends on the outcome, my mood, your mood and some other consideration. And this sounds soft, too soft. I’ll try to make adjustments if ever.
Hey, Mel, you are being sweet. Thank you.
Hello Mitch, thank you for the question, and for igniting a cue.
At Poetdreamer, I deleted the first post, when I reposted it, you still read it. I hope...
(MY FAVORITE DREAM)
When we meet again, we will...
Didactic Nonscience: Tumblr is awesome. →
didacticnonscience:
I know this is old news, but I just have to say this myself. :)
What makes tumblr awesome?
It is free and is user friendly. It is packed with features other blogging sites don’t have. But the most important aspect of tumblr, is the community.
What’s with the tumblr community anyway?
Solely basing on my experience, I find the people very open. We get to express what we...
I DONT WANT YOU TO KNOW WHERE I AM, BECAUSE YOU'LL...
Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been, Relient K.
@ ANON
I don’t have the exact idea eh. But maybe try pasting the code in the text box. If you get it somewhere. Or if you made it, try uploading it first on hosting sites so you can get the code.
That’s all I know.
YOU SAID, THAT WE'RE ALL TIED UP AND WRAPPED...
Beauty in the Breakdown, The Scene Aesthetic
COUNT FERSEN, WAIT FOR MY WORDS
TURN IT OFF
Aware, rust and repair
Blank stares is all that’s left to gamble
I drank to the moment, confused
And you are baffled; seem to be corrupted by silence
Break it, speak it, I am waiting
I don’t care if there’s blood in your words, and regrets in your eyes
I swear, I’ll rip this heart out
If that’s all it takes, if you said you’ll be impressed
Wear out, give in; one...
IKAW NA.
NAKAKABADTRIP KAYABANGAN MO. MUKHA MO TOL.
MAYPA “TALK TO ME”, SABAY LAGAY HYPERLINK SA WORD NA “ASK”. TAS DI NAMAN MATINONG KAUSAP. IKAW NA FAMOUS (IF MERON NGANG GANUN), IKAW NA YUNG NASA SOSYAL NA SKWELAHAN (IF DI NGA NAMAN NAG KAKAUTANG PARENTS MO), IKAW NA MADAMING COOL NA SHIRT AT HOODIES (EWAN KO BAKA INARBOR MO LANG SA KAPATID MO). IKAW NAMAN MAY DSLR, (SIGE...
"I'VE BEEN UP LATE WRITING BOOKS, ALL ABOUT HEROES...
Sure Things Fall, Yellowcard
POLAR STATES
While it appears to be a trend for my Tumblr friends to live with their respective hiatus for the holidays, I am here rapturous and restless. My words seems to fly from all corners, they have infinity in them. In numbers and in spaces, with no end or beginning or no breathes in between. Words that flow much like water, with a powerful force but in a gentle way to cut through rocks, and hardened...
FULL THROTTLE and TOUCHDOWNS
Your words are cold, and so is the air that enveloped us. And I am searching for it, but the comfort in your voice is gone. Maybe we will settle for blank stares and gestures. Or be soft for a second and let me trace my fingers on your face, right in the corners of your beautiful eyes, in the bridge of your nose all the way to the contours of your lips, your soft red lips....
WRITE BECAUSE...
my-tortured-soul:
Don’t write for attention or reaction… Write because the words course through your blood with every beat of your heart… Write because the thoughts are contained in every breath you take filling your lungs… Write because the vision is behind closed eyes as if imprinted forever on your eye… Write because the emotion is so powerful you wake gasping from the sheer weight of it…...
I MISS YOU
Ekoh:
I miss you, not in the sense that you are gone. But in the sense that, I know you, you are my home, my warm bed and a fireplace, and I am homesick. I am faraway and I just want that familiar comfort, that safety and warmth. I want to be where I know, and that’s next to you. Not out here in the world that gives no answers and holds no shelter for me. Not out in the world that tells me I...
GOODNIGHT MOON, GOODNIGHT YOU
I love how the leaves’ sillhoutte obstructs my view of this December moon. I love how it suggests me not to blink. The leaves in constant sway, dancing in a graceful fashion, and I feel a fair share of the breeze that orchestrates their movements. I can climb at the rooftop, and for sure that will give me a better angle to muse over the moon. Untouched and undisturbed but solitary and melancholic....
You are the cool wind that frees my bones And I’m so reckless when you call to me But when you’re gone and I feel so alone I want to curse the spell you have on me I love and hate the way you make me feel I never know when you’re about to leave me. I can still remember that cold evening when we first met You had your mark on me you know you did And every note and word you sang to...
SURE THING FALLING
No words are good enough to define how bad I felt. Things fall, collapsing right before my eyes, in those instances I falter like a coward. And I was too complacent of the guards I deploy, they are not enough. I kept my grip tightly, and I felt it didn’t make you comfortable, and as seconds pass the distance grows. The tight grip is not so tight after all. The promises, I can’t take...
“Can we pretend for one second that we are together. What’s the point of keeping the feelings at bay? It takes a lot of me, to get the nerve and wake up, everyday. And what if I don’t would you even care.
Would you even care?”
New Found Glory’s Forget Everything
COMPROMISE, APPARENTLY
I can’t negate those trust issues, and I do not consider myself in the right place to tell you what and what not to believe. I am even a guilty suspect, readying any moment to break, I presume you have trust in me. We can never compromise on something, you teach me not to. Keeping feelings at bay will my best option. And I will stay in this place, watching you in a distance for the rest of...
lovelyasadream asked: I'm sending greetings to my special Tumblr peeps. You're one of them.
Happy Christmas, Pseudo! =D
Happy Christmas, Pseudo! =D
lovelyasadream asked: I'm sending greetings to my special Tumblr peeps. You're one of them.
Happy Christmas, Pseudo! =D
Happy Christmas, Pseudo! =D
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GLITCH, WORDS
I met a girl, vocal and free spirited girl. And her words flew in the air like butterflies, they are as colorful as the rainbow. It speaks of hope, and optimism. And she is confident about it— and that is, contagious in the sense. I can’t count the times, when I sat awkwardly on my place while my mind wandered trying to sense her words. And when I regained composure, I can hear my...
It’s foreign on this side, but I don’t think I’m scared.
Arkarna- So Little Time
My halcyon days were...
90 and 30
I’ll set my mind on 90 some, for days. I am thinking it’ll keep me posted and aware. And I’ll treasure the moment in between. Maybe it is too long, or just a perfect time perhaps. Will it be fine to hold my breath, or if I ever learn to skip days? Or if reveries will again be my best defence, and dreaming for that long takes second thoughts. Even my pseudo realities, they will...
I'M A NOOB. I KNOW.
micheruuyu:
Treats always taste ten times delicious.
First attempt, failed.
When we see each other in the future, I’m gonna have you as the professional photographer at my graduation.
(With one irrelevant photo deleted ‘O’). Meet up with Mitch, and I’ll be counting 3 months and some days from now. Oh thanks for the tutorials Sailormoon, the shuttercount and...
Anonymous asked: When will you get tired of writing?
Anonymous asked: When will you get tired of writing?