journey on dark waters

Sunny side-up with ham and butter on toast. Baked. Fresh raspberry lemonade, cool morning breeze. You catch my attention, gathering dust under heat Behind walls. Echoes of pebbles under the train. Station to station. Reminds me of the subway ride from Upper East Side to Manhattan. I wanted to go near you. Touch you. But sadly you're no longer up for grabs. Destination arrival time read eight past one and I walk away.

Passing cars, pedestrians... Red light. Green light. Thermals rising through the air I catch a glimpse of a stranger, sea of faces swirling smoke I close my eyes, hoping for a moment to catch a fragment of your smile. maybe, just maybe, just for a second. Its 30 minutes past noon. Walkways, pathways, a few minutes of cold air. Hurrying footsteps here and there. Shadow of people fading. Train arrives, 9 3/4. Echoes over the PA system. Next station, Buendia Station... interchange station to the Bel-Air line, doors will open on the right. I smile.

Every girl loves shoes... It's one of those must-haves. A perfect pair that would be a match to a perfect outfit. Like every girl, I too have a love for shoes, especially boots. Every time I would visit the mall and go to a shoe store, the first thing that I gaze lovingly upon are boots. Boots of all shapes, color, texture and sizes. From your ankle-high ones to the almost to your knee-length boots. And boy do I have a story to tell myself. My first pair of boots were bought in Hong Kong. And before I could even possess one, my sister and I went from one store to another (which we also did in Macau, but unluckily, the pair we wanted wasn't in Macau). If you're in Hong Kong, be prepared for the long walk (and when I mean long, it's really long). We had to go catch the MTR (or MRT counterpart) and get from one station to another, then walk a LONG walk to the stores. And mind you, I was literally drooling over boots upon entering the store. I have actually ran in those boo...

Robert Downey Jr. as Sherlock Holmes?!?!?! Set against a fog-stained Westminster backdrop, the eye-catching posters show Robert Downey Jr.'s Holmes carrying on the debonair combination of style and six o'clock shadow familiar from the trailer (still no sign of a deerstalker), while Jude Law's Watson has gone seriously Saville Row in an awesomely Victorian three-piece. The cane - traditionally Holmes' weapon of choice - seems to fallen into the good doctor's possession. Holmes has traditionally spent a lot of time musing on cases from the velvetine comfort of 221B Baker Street, but Ritchie's reboot gets him out and about in the dark alleyways of 19th century London, meeting people and generally beating the hell of them. The sleuth, as they say, is out there. SHERLOCK HOLMES opens in theaters locally on January 8, 2010. So watch out for the film... I will :)

Caro Damian, Io avevo torto. Offenda pensare che avrebbe funzionato fuori tra noi. Io credevo che gli errori sarebbero rettificati questa durata che non c'è stanza per un altro errore. Ma questa durata, era ora stessa quello ci provati ambo sbagliato. Io ora ho la risposta che mi guiderebbe pacatamente indietro alla vita che era giustamente il mio. Forse poi La guiderà così come mi guidò. Io sono spiacente... Ma io devo citare una linea dalla canzone di Taylor che accerchia vero per i due di noi: tutti io stavo sprecando questa durata, sperando che Lei passerebbe... Io sto distribuendo ogni volta di opportunità, e tutto che Lei fa mi è deluso... Con amore, Danielle

I know you've heard of lines like: "My dad is better than your dad, or my mom is better than your mom..." I'm not going to compare my mom against your mom. For I know that our moms made us grow the best way possible in her own special way. My fondest memory of my mom, was when I was really young. I was aged 7 that time and my mom (like all moms who had to go to work) was quite busy. I remember her heading out of the house with her blue high-heeled shoes, blue slacks, blouse and blazer (it changes by day, brown or gray the next day), rushing into the car with my dad who would also head to the office for the day. She would give me a kiss on the cheek and run off. We would see each other by lunchtime and when she comes home from the office. Oftentimes when she had to go off and inspect some of the sites she has been working on, I would be left with my oldest sister, and some older brothers at home. My dad had to be off somewhere doing Medical Missions in different provin...

I was looking at an almost empty page of my journal. Searching that maybe I have tried to muster the courage to write what once was. But then again, I did. I wrote my soul out. I remember each and every memory, smiles and pains. I wanted to grab the car keys and run away forever. But running away meant I have given up a battle that has already been foretold. There are days meant to unfold and tell us something of what's about to happen. I was thankful, that despite the pain I have been through, my prayers never goes unanswered. Few years back, I was asking for a closure that I thought would never be given. Two nights ago, it came. I used to dream of the house in the middle of a forest, with a little kid, a guide, to tell me of what to do. The memories replaying night by night. What happened was meant to be forgotten, but they replayed in my heart and there are nights when I cry myself to sleep and wishing that one day, I would never wake up. My dreams show of me of anguish and pain...