i've moved on to a better place... :)
click on http://liempo.com/ris/weblog.php
see you there!
“Mom I want to be a news writer.” So began her dream. Pieces of pad paper conspired to be the broadsheet of the day. The headlines would read different stories; happening in a world she hardly is acquainted with. School, her home, and the Church were her entire world.
The little princess built her dream castles in a few pages of Yasaka writing paper, sometimes Mead if and when mom would buy them. Local writing pads were much cheaper, though.
Actually, the little princess wanted something more. She wanted to be an artist just like her dad. But during those days being a doctor or a pilot would be a more appropriate ambition. Nevertheless, her dad bought her the Crayola 72-color set. For the meantime, these pieces will do. In time passing, these colors would be replaced by a new peculiar shade of red.
“I like him,” the princess said to her best friend. “He makes me smile.”
There you go... it took me quite a while to figure out why the links wouldn't show up.
I'm still wating for the mood to hit before I write the susunod na kabanata. :) No, it's not a love story, although I wanted to write it that way originally. Can you give me something to work on? :)
It was there I saw him. He had knelt in the dark, in the ignorance of the toxic feelings that surrounded him. I longed to be nearer.
I waited in the shadows and closed my eyes.
This is a story about a familiar place in my life, which could also be in yours. You see, I’m not really a writer, nor am I a story teller. But I have feelings and a pretty dramatic imagination, just like you, and I wanted to make it a little more interesting than simply writing down “I am depressed today” or “I am really happy today” on paper. And for the cynic in you, whatever it is you choose to loath, go and loath some more. I know, I’m a cynic myself. I hate clichés but what I’m about to write, which is actually a part of my life, is also one big formula.
Every little girl wants a Barbie. Maybe even a Lego set. I wanted the gold Toyota Camaro Matchbox from my brother’s collection. Then she wants a pretty dress to wear on Sundays, when they go home to pay a visit to Lola, when it’s her friend’s birthday party (who happens to be the only other little girl in the street), and every other special occasion in between.
Give or take a couple more years and she wants more coloring books with more drawings and figures to color in. Throw in a complete set of Crayola 72-color set. And maybe some paintbrushes and those Barbie coloring books that you only need water to color it.
Early in her life, the little princess got nearly everything she wanted. It was the pursuit of the desires that she came to know and soon, to love.
alright, it's valentine's day, and i choose the best day to start my own spot.
ahh finally, i just jumped into the bandwagon of my friendsters and blogger friends. it's amusing, really. how else do you waste someone's time and talk (or write) about just whatever you want? hehe.
isn't the world such a weird place? i mean, there's just so much love on valentine's day that makes you wonder, where does it all go the day after that?
