Just another daydream

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I never knew such beauty could exist.

The house she dreamt of was finally real,

as real as the maple wooden floor under her feet,

as real as the briny air filling her lungs.

She covers her eyes slightly as she looks out at the horizon,

a big change from the box she used to call home.

She steps out on the balcony, caged bird nervously crawling out for the first time.

Time to take her wings for a test drive.

She takes another step with purpose now,

standing on the edge of the cliff.

One....two....to hell with three, here I go.

Down she jumps like a seagull diving for fish.

She was diving for her freedom,

The view on the way down is to die for, so if I do, no regrets.

The wind violently blew her hair upwards

as she cut through it like razor sharp scissors through cloth.

Hands to her chest she felt the wild drummings of her heart.

She didn't know it could do that, she didn't even know if it was still there.

She points her feet downwards, in a moment she'll touch the ocean.

Three....two....to hell with one

SPLASH!

From my eyes

This is me in the mirror, well from my point of view. I admit the nose is a bit smaller than my actual nose :) .

daydream, I fell asleep beneath the flowers...

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It's doing it again, floating. every time I see a picture like this my mind goes on autopilot and imagines me on a secluded beach bathing in the sun with toes wiggling in the sand. The fact that I just got back from vacation (if you can call it that coz it was just for a day) makes it worse coz I can't stop wishing I was still on vacation. Yup, I've made up my mind. My future house is going to be on a cliff overlooking the sea so I can cliff-dive all the time, unless there are sharp rocks at the bottom. :)

Should I?

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Cold kisses hover around tiny hairs on my arms

Veiled damp breath of dawn.

Blinded I am to inner turmoils

No, blinded I wish I was.

Rumble mumble bungle bumble fumble jumble stumble tumble humbled 

nervous contemplation 

Heavy thoughts threaten to tear me asunder

Either that or they weigh me down on this rickety jetty.

Fall, fall into the icy dark.

Sink and never come back, they say.

Who am I to object?

The misty curtain won't lift to show me

if there's a light on the other side.

I shan't know.

I shan't know

unless these feet steady themselves.

Don't you dare, don't you dare give in.

Don't you dare give up.

Don't you dare jump.

Droplets

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This is 

what I see,

what we all see.

Nothing but fragile 

little droplets. Cling, grasp, 

barely hanging onto the thin, frail 

web that affixes all. Blissfully oblivious 

of the ominous. At any moment His finger 

shall send a quiver through brittle strings. At 

any moment one shall drop and shatter. 

This is what I am, what we all are. 

Nothing but fragile little 

droplets.

What happens when you squeeze a cloud

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What happens when you squeeze a wet cotton ball?

It drips.

What happens when you squeeze a cloud?

You get wet.
Drench me in your tears
I like stepping in your puddles.
Strike me with your angry light
It injects me with life.
I find comfort in your melancholy,
power in your defeat.
I don't cry that you're hurt.
I'm your shoulder,
the arm around your waist,
the sun upon your grey sky.
I'll squeeze the pain out of you my cloud.
Till all that's left is fluff floating light in the blue.
Finally feathery.
Damp spots shall dry soon
as long as I'm dancing with you.

And the winner is...

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Before I start let me tell you in advance that when it comes to physical appearance I am average. I'm not tall, I'm not short. I'm not skinny, I'm not fat. I'm not beautiful and I'm not ugly. I might be vain sometimes but who isn't?

So I recently entered a competition that does take into account physical appearances and I have no idea why. Tomorrow is the finals and I have nothing to wear because I never go anywhere so I never have to go hunting for outfits. Now I do and usually I'd look forward to it but now I don't. Secretly I'm hoping I don't win because I'm so self-conscious that I wouldn't be able to handle people looking up and down at me judging me by the way I look. But on the other hand everyone's telling me good luck and I really hope you win.

What could be the worst case scenario for someone doing a catwalk down the runway? Don't tell me coz I don't wanna think about it coz it's gonna haunt me until all this is over. toodles.

Gates & locks

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Steel.
Cold hard steel is all she feels.
Longing fingers cling onto merciless erect bars
"How did I get here?" she asks.
Not "how can I get out?"
or "why won't you let me out?"
Eyes full of wishes.
Heart full of hope.
Hands full of regret.
Feet chained to the ground.
The limitless sky spreads beyond the gates.
Fluffy floating cotton call out to her and she smiles.
"I can still see the sun from here".

3 posts in a day coz its my blog

IT RAINED TODAY!!!thank GOD!i was beginning to think i'd have to give up my long baths to conserve water.ok so we have to help conserve water anyway.i'll try to remember that next time.what was i talking about?oh yeah.it rained today!!!and what a beautiful rain it was,complete with lightning and thunder and fat drops of water pouring on the roof.the sound of it all is just so soothing i'd like nothing better than to sleep to it.after more than a week's drought i can finally feel moisture in the air again.i read in the paper it has something to do with tropical storms somewhere in asia and it's sucking every bit of moisture from here leaving it dry and HOT.anyway i hope it's over coz its already hot enough here even with rain.please gimme my moisture back.it did rain but it ended too soon.as for now,i'm going to enjoy the wet air while it lasts.toodles.
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Anywhere but here

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She's tired of this sky, this air, this thing that touches her stiff feet called land.

She's a flightless bird cursed to be forever land-bound.

What use are these flaps that hang limp against her sides, wings that cannot fly

All that wander are her eyes and her imagination.

Flickers of non-existing places with non-existing boundaries keep her wandering thoughts occupied

just enough to keep her sane.

Skin longing for a different breeze against it.

Feet long for a different ground to touch.

Ears long for the whispers of foreign lands.

Wings long for a wind beneath them.

She calls out to the planes gliding over the horizon "take me with you, take me anywhere.."

Anywhere but here.

Drag me to hell...if it'll make me skinny again

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Today began interestingly. For the first time ever I managed to wake my sister up at 7.30 a.m. to go jogging! I was kinda hoping she wouldn't so I'd get to continue my dream about God knows what (I can't seem to remember my dreams lately). But she did. Mama couldn't join coz she had to go to work so it was just the two of us. So we took one of the two set of house keys with us coz the joker is not programmed to wake up before 12 and set out jogging (more like walking). 

This 'jogging' thing was motivated by our jealousy of a certain someone that we hated that managed to lose a lot of weight looking gorgeous at her sister's wedding last night which we were invited to. This motivation was further fueled by the fact that we both had to squeeze into girdles in order to squeeze into our dress. That was the first time I ever had to wear a girdle and I pray it will be the last.

Back to this morning. We started from the house at 8 and our plan was to jog all the way down the hill to have breakfast and climb all the way back up again. I wasn't sure if my sister would approve but to my surprise again, she did! Going down of coures was easy and we enjoyed our breakfast even though the waiter mixed up our orders twice but he was nice so we didn't mind. Going back up was tough. I had to push my sis a few times and we stopped to catch our breaths, a lot.

Finally we made it back in one piece and I crashed for an hour or so. Then I crashed again, and again, until my mom came back from work and woke me and I realised it was evening. With aches all over I wonder how am I supposed to wake up for tomorrow morning's jog. I'll just picture that certain hated someone that lost weight laughing at me. toodles.

is it still morning?

good morning blog.is it still morning?that's the sort of question that pops into your mind when you wake up to the annoyingly loud sound of the phone ringing and pick up and try to sound like you didn't just get out of bed.it's mama as usual 'asking' me to hang the clothes and she laughs at me yelling at my grandma to stop stealing sugar cubes from the table where i can see her.if you're gonna steal don't do it on front of the warden.yes my title has been changed from careless neglected middle child to oldest and in charge to warden/baby sitter.anyway the reason why i get to enjoy this scenario of waking up late to catching my grandma stealing the goods is because i do not have any classes today.in fact i only have classes 2 days in a week and that's all because i couldn't register other subjects.and that means that i'm going to be exhausted,sleep-deprived and (hopefully) skinny next semester.yes, that's what too much studying does to you.either that or you completely lose it like i have a few times.it wasn't pretty.i shall try and post some poems soon,when i get to actually writing them instead of just monologuing in my head.gotta go hunt for food in the fridge.toodles.

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