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Saturday, February 26, 2005
pleasure can take in many forms. pretending to be forbidden. pretending to be at a far.
listening brought in a different kind of high. a feeling not completely foreign but anyhow life changing.
the voice came with a warmth that cools. awakens. changes.
reading and watching never came near doing. though huge steps away, affirms nevertheless.
listening gave a different kind of freedom. freedom people never liked talking about.
with every sound, frankness flooded in.
easing hesitations,untying knots,unlocking chains
releasing anxiety.
vulnerable yet self-possesed.
weak yet brave enough to risk.
an experience never to be forgotten though lasted not longer than a night, not longer than a movie.
~~ februaries are remarkably memorable
~~~ funny how i can make meaning out of it.
~~~~ rationalization is shit. haha..
Posted at Saturday, February 26, 2005 by blanca
 | | | mharlon
March 1, 2005 06:58 PM PST
very profound. i wish i could write something like this that says much but not really giving away anything... galing:) | |
| | | gabgabgab
February 27, 2005 05:19 AM PST
i was about to leave a message on your tag board but considering the space that it could occupy, i decided to just leave it here.
i've been thinking about that invitation that you left on my tag board. i've given up studying law a long time ago but recently, that desire has been revived. first, through my current project and then your invitation. the thought of going to that symposium is exhilarating for me but i don't think i have the means to pursue this dream yet. what keeps me wondering though are the possible reasons that "law" has suddenly popped up right before my eyes. that, i still have to figure out. as of the moment, i can't see even the littlest hope that i could pursue a higher education. i'm wishing though that something magical would happen in the coming days.
to give justice to what this section is for, i.e. comments, i'll say something regarding your post and here it is:
i could hardly say anything. ahihi.
well, regarding your post i couldn't think of anything to say because you didn't let me (your readers) know what it was about. i have something to say though on the manner in which you have written about whatever that may be.
it reminded me how i used to write my entries before. well, i still write this way sometimes, you know, the blurry type, but not anymore lately. this has to be, i believe, when our thoughts are so preoccupied with things, which we're not sure we're ready to share in astounding detail, but we feel like sharing them nonetheless.
but inspite of your entry's opaqueness, i find myself wondering when the last time was that i had that kind of experience. that quality, where the readers can still relate to what you wrote about despite its abstractness, i don't think, i have been able to achieve. oh yes, i'm a writer-wanna-be too but the only thing i'm capable of doing right now is admiring great wanna-be-writers like you.
i so love reading your posts. please, keep on writing. =)
thanks again for leaving me that message. | |
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 read on, read on... and then would you please love me? sweetly, gently and unconditionally? kidding. pif @_@
ehem..
*breathes in and out*
*blanca sings*
love me, love me, say that you love me...
fool me, fool me, go on and fool me..
*sobs*
*breathes in and out*
*hiccups*
*grrrrrs??*++economicsmajor++19++ ++writer-singer-wanna-be++inlove with love++
++ independent++
++frustrated-artist++reads++idealistically-entangled++
++movie-goer-loner++saved++in touched++
++touched++real++friend++ ++want-need-someone-real++
My Japanese name is Fujiko Ajibana.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/shuichigami
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