Meet My Partner In Life : TIFA

Reaching For It

this hand symbolizes me for freedom and hope. i took this picture ts'on late afternoon. almost sunset. i was dazed by the ambiance of the sky. and got a keen love for it... so i take this shot.kinda loving it!

The Refill

        Refill ~

 

this picture reminds me of the last year's Milo Fun Run(2010) held in Davao City.

and as i was running i managed to take a pic with my camera phone. :>

by the way... 2011 Milo Fun Run is coming this November. SEEYOUTHERE!

If you play acoustic guitar you're the depressed, sensitive guy. 
(my classmate here is playing this guitar and I was starstrucked by his voice. as well as the lyrics that he composed.) so i manage to Just pint the camera and click!

My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am.

  Dear blogspot.com i want you to meet my beloved Boyfriend. CHOCOLATEEEES ! <3 savoring my pass-time with these superb and scrumptious goody.

 For more info. chocolate have sugar which improves our mood and send some feel-good hormones to our brains. That's why we're always relieved when eating those ! <3

Why could my hope for someone be so futile?

It’s been a year... since that day, when he pledged not to leave me and at that very moment I was in ecstasy. My heart was filled with overlapping joy. The world turned upside down... his face, his smile, his hair that brushed through my skin & his breath still lingers in my soul. Every little moment with him is a complete happiness. He was the first human who hold my hand in a very special way. He was the first creature who touched my lips with his caress kiss. He was the first man who I ever introduced to the woman who gave birth to me. He was the first guy who brought me to heaven without doing anything. To laugh with him and to be with him all day is bliss. And I could just die after it. He was the biggest part of me.

        But where was he? It’s been a year now... since he broke my core. How could that happen? It was vogue to me until now. The flow of the things is in hurry. It’s the main reason why until now... I hadn’t and can’t move on. Every time phone rings I wish it was him calling me. I searched for strength to carry on. My every hope had seemed to die and my eyes had no more tears to cry. Does he even think about me? Does he ever cry himself to sleep, like I do? Does he even reminisce about me? I can’t believe I’m acting like this. I was crazy, how I still can feel his kiss.

        Every night I pray with bended knees that someday I could Photoshop our bad memories and rewind all the good ones. Now I think this is true, that relationship starts with a joy and ends in grief. Yes, there is a grief... the torment of stupidity... the love like woe... the misery of heartaches. Oh! I can’t brawl with this situation. How can I even survive? How did someone endure all that pain that I’m going through right now? Is it the “Love” thing that had caused me pain? Or is it me? My stupidity... my carelessness... and all that haste decision!? I admit I have nowhere to run. I am in the midst of nothing but myself...

                                                               ~(to be continued)