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Closing in to midnight.
Its the best time there is in my lifetime, next to 3am.
Because i cant find the right words to suppress this feeling,
I'll say this as abstract as i can.
Because its closing in to midnight and my mind's in random dance.
When its at its point of not knowing where to go and how to think.
Not because its simply closing in to midnight but because it's filled with a longing that's inevitable.
Tonight I see the moon and it says "hello you didn't catch the sunset".
If it's all the more important to see the sunset before beginning a solitude night,
I wouldn't even bother walking around under the night sky for it'll just fill my heart with grief.
Its closing in to midnight, I can barely feel slumber rescuing me,
Now I feel like the colder the night gets, the nearer i get to be trapped to the only thing
I never want at the moment.
Its the moment of trying to get rid of you in my head but not wanting to.
It closing in to midnight and fairly scared of leaving myself alone.
I am alone, just as I want to, on this cold close to midnight scene.
It's the part of theater acting where the stars acted as my curtains and my heart,
my melodramatic mademoiselle.
Its closing to midnight and I guess Id continue on to 3am being like this.
I hated it for a while back then but i guess hating something truly does give a
hint of being the only you'd eventually love.
I used to hate 3 am for tearing up my heart with vivid memories that triggered the pain.
Gradually i come to terms with it.
I nearly surrendered in tears and just when i thought im defeated, there i was.
Triumphant in the sweet surrender and misery.
I'm closing in to midnight and although i'm calling on all distractions to accompany me
in this cold dreary night,I am all there is to deal myself with.
Goo Goo Dolls helped me through tonight though.
I'm closing in to midnight.
Halfway through to an early morning.
Yet the moon is still inviting.
Mocking and teasing.
Telling me how it could be so difficult yet its what life is made of.
Halfway around the world we are.
We will shoot for the moon and if we do miss it, we'll still be among the stars.
Labels: musings, random
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Made this earlier. I found the digital design on my Photobucket archive so I thought of enhancing it and show it off here where less people creep. lol. Just for record purposes. And you cant read my embedded message there. Truth is, I just cant make it any larger. hee hee. I have a newborn blog, I made the above art as my header. I'll promote the said blog soon when it grows a tiny bit of traffic. I'm on to a challenge that I wish I could maintain.
Its really not about these:
The eyeball of a human weighs approximately 28 grams. The eye of a human can distinguish 500 shades of the gray. The cornea is the only living tissue in the human body that does not contain any blood vessels. The conjunctiva is a membrane that covers the human eye. Sailors once thought that wearing a gold earring would improve their eyesight. Research has indicated that a tie that is on too tight cam increase the risk of glaucoma in men. People generally read 25% slower from a computer screen compared to paper. Men are able to read fine print better than women can.
Id say its more about this:
My eyes don't see those that are unpleasant to my heart,
For my heart is the only eye I know
which directs me to feel what should be seen.
In blindness we see what has come undone
In clear vision we are unaware of the illusions right before us.
So I say this once again, be truthful my precious eyes.
I want to see things that are real and honest to me.
But I don't blame you when you complain of how you're caught between
my bran and my heart leading you to a bitter Cataract.
Labels: poetic blahs..
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 I simply just have to blog about this lyrics that i found online - in my classical morning aura, that is. I thought of 'him' far away and could probably feel the same way as these lines. I know, I get mushy sometimes. Heck! I only fall in love once in a blue moon and when I do... I just do 'til where id end up again. Whether Id end up singing my fave break up song "Girl From The Gutter" or " Say A Little Prayer " for another miraculous transformation and enlightenment for what Ive been getting myself into. He's away. Rather faaar from innernetz-dom away, so there's only little chance that he could read this before it gets covered by recent posts... finding me in this state of abstract rants of my implied "what if s " - a character of me that he doesn't quite like. But I hope he still reads this and pick up my lines though. This is besides the normal communication line we have. He probably doesn't know I'm back to blogging. LOL. But still, pick up my lines? I do miss "the man". We've weathered the storms before he left and now I'm fighting my own outer and inner storms all by myself standing in the midst of the battlefield, feeling him by the benches cheering me sometimes. I'm used to this though. I never really needed a guy to help me push to my targets. Its just how I am. But when it comes to the heart, Id say Id love a team work with another heart.His heart of course. If things could've really been a teeny bit different than this. I mean the distance, but I'm sure in few months time, the distance will close in again. *wink.
And did I say I'll blog about the lyrics? :)
Losing.Train.Of.Thought.
Anyway, Happy Sunday!
And I say these lines from the streams of blood running thru my chest hoping to reach the farthest line to where you are. ("Say" because its so classic I don't know how to sing it.LOL)..Its the part where i'll write the book actually. Not the progression of the tricks. :)
"And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get too far
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks"
-Everyday I Write The Book by Elvis Costello-
Labels: Love
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I am. Well, not full-fledged yet because I've not really explored all her books but I intend to though.
A pseudonym used by Madeleine Wickham, Sophie Kinsella has just joined my list of favorite chick lit authors. Her honor? lol. I've not really watched the movie , "Confessions of a Shopaholic" , I'm just not the movie version type when it comes to novel based flicks. I'm quite the fickle type when it comes to sitting on the couch watching DVDs too because i tend not to concentrate on what I'm watching and one my of my heinous crime-forwarding to what i feel is the good part. I'm only good at watching in movie houses, where i wouldn't be tempted to leave my paid seat .
Since my friend's brother lent me the book "Remember Me", it felt like Ive discovered yet another anti-depressant. I mean, books for me are anti depressants,comedy ,romantic or not are my Nobel book pieces.
The Shopaholic series are no doubt a big hit. Materialized by Becky Bloomwood, the series is about a financial journalist (which is what the author does by the way) who cannot manage her own finances. The series focuses on the character's obsession with shopping and its resulting complications for her life. Who wouldn't love to be obsessed with shopping?Its every girl's crime I suppose.And this one, "Remember Me" is an absolute joy to come. How would you feel waking up one day with your memory 3 years backwards? Not the most novel idea but the catch is finding who you really are if after 3 years span of time you' wake up with a seemingly perfect life,perfect husband and perfect set of teeth, but then realized that you've also become such a bitch-boss-from-hell with all your friends hating you for how you have transformed from a selfish ambition. Will you ever remember who you are or better yet, would you want to remember who you are?Such a time-warped hilarity is what I got from this book.
Also, I thought Sophie Kinsella is American but nah, she's British, you'd never go wrong with her "Queen's English" . And just like her ,"My Best friend's Wedding" is one of my all time favorite movie and the mood sort of reflects in her book. Dramatically funny and ridiculous yet comforting in a way. Quite ironic how a financial journalist - who BA-ed with such practical fields as Politics, Philosophy and Economic - would opt to produce books of these genres.hmmm.
I dunno but her books are reasons to stay home from the mall,for someone who's a homebody instead of a mallrat such as me.
Labels: Book
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Closing in to midnight.
Its the best time there is in my lifetime, next to 3am.
Because i cant find the right words to suppress this feeling,
I'll say this as abstract as i can.
Because its closing in to midnight and my mind's in random dance.
When its at its point of not knowing where to go and how to think.
Not because its simply closing in to midnight but because it's filled with a longing that's inevitable.
Tonight I see the moon and it says "hello you didn't catch the sunset".
If it's all the more important to see the sunset before beginning a solitude night,
I wouldn't even bother walking around under the night sky for it'll just fill my heart with grief.
Its closing in to midnight, I can barely feel slumber rescuing me,
Now I feel like the colder the night gets, the nearer i get to be trapped to the only thing
I never want at the moment.
Its the moment of trying to get rid of you in my head but not wanting to.
It closing in to midnight and fairly scared of leaving myself alone.
I am alone, just as I want to, on this cold close to midnight scene.
It's the part of theater acting where the stars acted as my curtains and my heart,
my melodramatic mademoiselle.
Its closing to midnight and I guess Id continue on to 3am being like this.
I hated it for a while back then but i guess hating something truly does give a
hint of being the only you'd eventually love.
I used to hate 3 am for tearing up my heart with vivid memories that triggered the pain.
Gradually i come to terms with it.
I nearly surrendered in tears and just when i thought im defeated, there i was.
Triumphant in the sweet surrender and misery.
I'm closing in to midnight and although i'm calling on all distractions to accompany me
in this cold dreary night,I am all there is to deal myself with.
Goo Goo Dolls helped me through tonight though.
I'm closing in to midnight.
Halfway through to an early morning.
Yet the moon is still inviting.
Mocking and teasing.
Telling me how it could be so difficult yet its what life is made of.
Halfway around the world we are.
We will shoot for the moon and if we do miss it, we'll still be among the stars.
Labels: musings, random
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Made this earlier. I found the digital design on my Photobucket archive so I thought of enhancing it and show it off here where less people creep. lol. Just for record purposes. And you cant read my embedded message there. Truth is, I just cant make it any larger. hee hee. I have a newborn blog, I made the above art as my header. I'll promote the said blog soon when it grows a tiny bit of traffic. I'm on to a challenge that I wish I could maintain.
Its really not about these:
The eyeball of a human weighs approximately 28 grams. The eye of a human can distinguish 500 shades of the gray. The cornea is the only living tissue in the human body that does not contain any blood vessels. The conjunctiva is a membrane that covers the human eye. Sailors once thought that wearing a gold earring would improve their eyesight. Research has indicated that a tie that is on too tight cam increase the risk of glaucoma in men. People generally read 25% slower from a computer screen compared to paper. Men are able to read fine print better than women can.
Id say its more about this:
My eyes don't see those that are unpleasant to my heart,
For my heart is the only eye I know
which directs me to feel what should be seen.
In blindness we see what has come undone
In clear vision we are unaware of the illusions right before us.
So I say this once again, be truthful my precious eyes.
I want to see things that are real and honest to me.
But I don't blame you when you complain of how you're caught between
my bran and my heart leading you to a bitter Cataract.
Labels: poetic blahs..
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I simply just have to blog about this lyrics that i found online - in my classical morning aura, that is. I thought of 'him' far away and could probably feel the same way as these lines. I know, I get mushy sometimes. Heck! I only fall in love once in a blue moon and when I do... I just do 'til where id end up again. Whether Id end up singing my fave break up song "Girl From The Gutter" or " Say A Little Prayer " for another miraculous transformation and enlightenment for what Ive been getting myself into. He's away. Rather faaar from innernetz-dom away, so there's only little chance that he could read this before it gets covered by recent posts... finding me in this state of abstract rants of my implied "what if s " - a character of me that he doesn't quite like. But I hope he still reads this and pick up my lines though. This is besides the normal communication line we have. He probably doesn't know I'm back to blogging. LOL. But still, pick up my lines? I do miss "the man". We've weathered the storms before he left and now I'm fighting my own outer and inner storms all by myself standing in the midst of the battlefield, feeling him by the benches cheering me sometimes. I'm used to this though. I never really needed a guy to help me push to my targets. Its just how I am. But when it comes to the heart, Id say Id love a team work with another heart.His heart of course. If things could've really been a teeny bit different than this. I mean the distance, but I'm sure in few months time, the distance will close in again. *wink.
And did I say I'll blog about the lyrics? :)
Losing.Train.Of.Thought.
Anyway, Happy Sunday!
And I say these lines from the streams of blood running thru my chest hoping to reach the farthest line to where you are. ("Say" because its so classic I don't know how to sing it.LOL)..Its the part where i'll write the book actually. Not the progression of the tricks. :)
"And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get too far
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks"
-Everyday I Write The Book by Elvis Costello-
Labels: Love
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I am. Well, not full-fledged yet because I've not really explored all her books but I intend to though.
A pseudonym used by Madeleine Wickham, Sophie Kinsella has just joined my list of favorite chick lit authors. Her honor? lol. I've not really watched the movie , "Confessions of a Shopaholic" , I'm just not the movie version type when it comes to novel based flicks. I'm quite the fickle type when it comes to sitting on the couch watching DVDs too because i tend not to concentrate on what I'm watching and one my of my heinous crime-forwarding to what i feel is the good part. I'm only good at watching in movie houses, where i wouldn't be tempted to leave my paid seat .
Since my friend's brother lent me the book "Remember Me", it felt like Ive discovered yet another anti-depressant. I mean, books for me are anti depressants,comedy ,romantic or not are my Nobel book pieces.
The Shopaholic series are no doubt a big hit. Materialized by Becky Bloomwood, the series is about a financial journalist (which is what the author does by the way) who cannot manage her own finances. The series focuses on the character's obsession with shopping and its resulting complications for her life. Who wouldn't love to be obsessed with shopping?Its every girl's crime I suppose.And this one, "Remember Me" is an absolute joy to come. How would you feel waking up one day with your memory 3 years backwards? Not the most novel idea but the catch is finding who you really are if after 3 years span of time you' wake up with a seemingly perfect life,perfect husband and perfect set of teeth, but then realized that you've also become such a bitch-boss-from-hell with all your friends hating you for how you have transformed from a selfish ambition. Will you ever remember who you are or better yet, would you want to remember who you are?Such a time-warped hilarity is what I got from this book.
Also, I thought Sophie Kinsella is American but nah, she's British, you'd never go wrong with her "Queen's English" . And just like her ,"My Best friend's Wedding" is one of my all time favorite movie and the mood sort of reflects in her book. Dramatically funny and ridiculous yet comforting in a way. Quite ironic how a financial journalist - who BA-ed with such practical fields as Politics, Philosophy and Economic - would opt to produce books of these genres.hmmm.
I dunno but her books are reasons to stay home from the mall,for someone who's a homebody instead of a mallrat such as me.
Labels: Book
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Hi Its Joan :) I scribble a lot in the most impulsive way. I do it better when Im down and sad. I guess most of us do.
This is my way of escaping the real world and simply get away. Most of all, its a way of releasing pent-up emotions aside from crying things out.
So here is me saying " Hi and let's be blogmates!" :)
Email: jvromanos@gmail.com
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Joan
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