journey on dark waters

running away proves that you've lost the battle raging inside you. and since, i ran away, it doesn't really prove that i've lost. instead i chose not commit the biggest mistake by staying. i see eyes that reflect anger. a twisted and sick lie that tells me that i have been staying at a room full of lies. if only i listened to another lie, then maybe, i wouldn't have tried to forgive myself for something i haven't done.

believing that i have moved on, i tread on a path, weakened by lies and pain. i see a reflection upon the river of a thousand longing. i see the eyes that long to see the eyes that gaze upon the constellations in the skies. a voice, i longed to hear, but is no longer there. i used to believe that i need not saving. that i do need a hero that would sweep me off my feet. i lied to myself when i said that i have forgotten those eyes, those lips, that voice. i long for the voice that would assure me of better years to come. like a woman of the desert, i wait on the return of a once lost soul upon the dunes of waiting. deception was the only key. i cannot bring myself to give my heart to someone i cannot love...

Wading in a pool of hot springs will not only bring warmth to your body but will also make you feel a s if you could just wade in for long hours to release the tensions in your body. A dip made me feel so relieved and it made me fe el like I'm in a spa. And of course, my cellphone took a dip in as well. :D After a morning dip in the pool, we headed to t he Universi ty of the Philippines in Los Banos, Laguna. We took a trip up the Makiling route to see the famed National Arts Center, b uilt during the Marcos regime. It was a breathtaking nature trip and we saw Mother Nature in all its glory. From the National Arts Center, we went to Lumban, Laguna, which is famous for its barongs. It was a fashion art, it may cost a lot, but its a work of art. His tory was made in Laguna, when Dr. Jose Rizal, grew up from this place. His house is located in Calamba, and a museum was built in his honor . Artifacts from his era, were copied to make a reconstruction of the house where he once grew up....

The following events takes place between the 16th and 17th of December 2007. My week-long vacation started on a Sunday afternoon. We started on the streets of Quezon City and our eyes soaked a lot of sights. From the streets of the Manila University Belt, not to mention some historic sites along the bay. And a treat to Manila Bay's famous sunset as we cruised along the roads that would lead us to our first destination: Nasugbu, Batangas. Nasugbu, Batangas is famed not only for its beaches but also for the historic landing of General Douglas Mac Arthur on the shores of Nasugbu. It was a walk back in history. From the Nasugbu Landing, we traveled by boat to a secluded beach. About 20 minutes from where we were staying. It was a piece of heaven. For me, it was a place where poets, novelists and writers could get ideas. As the waves crash on the rocks, a light sea breeze will kiss your face. Of course, even with a breathtaking place like this, things could also go a little bit haywire,...

I gaze at the waves as it kisses the shore. I silently vow that my pain would wash away with the waves upon the sand. I listen closely to the wind as it rushes to embrace the leaves of the palm trees. It softly rustles and cradles me. I cry tears or sorrow. They fall upon the sands, where the waves cannot reach. I look upon the sky, as the pulse of heart slowly leaves my veins. I try not to weep for a lost soul. I wander amongst the ruins of a former self. A hand holds mine tight. Never letting me go. Promising me of a better future. I gaze at the eyes that would promise me forever, just like mine, the eyes were filled with hurt and betrayal. The heart cries out a thousand pains. I see myself in those eyes. And walk away.

There are things that we wish for, but cannot have. We also ask ourselves if we need a savior or we don't need to be saved. Sometimes I just want to run away, and never come back. I just want to grab the keys of our car and drive away, somewhere far. Never looking back. I see the eyes I long to see, but they only made me cry. I ask myself: "Do I hold on? Or do I let go? Should I follow a path that was never mine? Or should I go on treading a road which holds a lot of things unknown to me?" In their eyes I have erred. In their eyes, I have betrayed them. But they will never know what's inside my heart. My grave awaits me, for they have dug it for me. Even if I see their heads hanging in a noose, they still think I am the traitor. I've forgiven them, even if they haven't forgiven me. I just pray that they find it in their hearts to forgive me, even if I haven't sinned. But who am I to discuss the good and the evil, when I am the suffering middle? I walk on l...

i am beginning to hate my very existence. how i wish i could turn back time and erase you. i love someone else, can't you see? unless you are being blinded by the false feelings that you feel for me. i try to walk and run away, but you try to keep me still. i belong to someone else and my heart beats for another, i pray that i don't know you. you're a stranger whose face is empty. eyes that i don't see. i would like to believe that you're telling a truth, but to you, a truth is a lie. my arms are entwined with someone elses arms. my heart beats as one with another heart. only poisoned asps come out of your lips. don't you belong to someone else? the first tears of autummn fall from my eyes like summer's sweet passing into fall and then to winter. the sweet solace that winter brings me. why must you come? only to make me cry. you promise me that tears will no longer fall from my eyes, but you, just like the rest, tells me a lie,a lie that i have been hearing,...