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Ilovehil

  • Goodbye Xanga!

    Last post.
    It's been a blast.

    Bye guys!

    I just want to keep this short. My stay here in Xanga has been a memorable one.
    Oh I'm so gonna cry. /sobs


    So long and thanks for all the fish~

  • In a place of hurt

    199th post.

    Sometimes, we just take up all the worst feelings all piled up ... ready to devour your happiness.
    Going away. Losing someone.
    I just can't take any goodbyes anymore.

    Please don't go.

  • And She Means Every Little Thing To Me

    197th post.

    Sigh.
    As a sign of relief, I break my heart into tiny bits of pieces.
    Leaving a bloodshed tainted on the auburn tiled floor, expressing what I know . . .

    I love you.
    Too much.
    That I'd risk waiting for forever, until my heart steadies its beat into oblivion.

    Now I know how much I'm willing to carry to what I'd pledged for.
    That mixture of words seemed to take up all my shame, and of course, my promise--never to let go, never to break the fragile trust of your love. Nothing more, my dear.

    Although what I said were mere slaughters of my dignity: as a man--as a retard, even--that kind of effort proves the undying anthem of my heart. I'd prove to be near you, just take a listen.

    Listen.
    To the wind . . . and every breeze that whispers its coldness is my 'I love you' reaching out to space.
    That, every sight of beauty is my promise unfolded. Unfolding in each blossom of the sunshine, where you and I collide for the rays of eternity.

    I just really, really love you.
    For all the reasons that exist, for everything that composes this tiny piece of our existence.

    You are mine, and I am yours.


  • The Law of the Seed

    196th post.

    Most seeds never grow.

    For one apple tree to bear five hundred apples, you need ten seeds.

    In life,
    this principle might mean you'll need to:
    . . . attend twenty interviews to get one job . . .
    . . . talk to fifty people to sell one house . . .
    . . . study countless hours to ace a one hour exam . . .
    . . . go through a million challenges to get one prize . . .
    . . . make up a hundred trial and error scribbles to find one solution to 'X' . . .
    . . . meet a thousand acquaintances to have one special person.

    If we really want to make things happen, we usually need to try more than once.

    That's the law of nature.

    Live life full of inspiration everyday because life is beautiful.

  • Stranger

    195th post.

    I tie myself together with the strings of hopelessness.

    Detach.
    Move away.
    I'm not the one to reach out and grasp the perfection of your face . . .

    As you seek through every inch of reality, no one really cares about yourself but yourself. I should know.
    Move away, detach, I'm not the one to reach out and grasp the perfection of your face.
    I'm just a mere stranger, and to think I've known every detail of your every second.

    Tick. I. Tock. Love. Tick. You. Tock.

    As I move away . . .
    You single out my heart, to a tempo of your detachment. From the theme of this role play of tragedy, I'm not the one to reach out.
    But I ask,
    I plead,
    and I take oath . . .
    I'd forever be the one to grasp the perfection of your face.

    But it couldn't be, because you won't let me be. And to end this plea, I sing the song of misery . . .
    Oh, love. The grip of your hypnosis lies on my trampled sympathy. My heart. That moves, slowly.
    Away. Farther. The blindness comes up twice in a row--or forever, endless eternity--as it seems.

    I defy myself, for the tactless dream . . . of having your enchantment disappear.

    But now I hold my sight, for I'm not the one, in this single minute of our story's interlude.
    Forever speaks, of wizened dreams. Fiction tells, of my aim to reach out for you. Nothing's going to be on my way, but the hindrance of getting you off of the other fairy tale.
    But now I know.
    I just couldn't be . . .
    the person to love you,
    and grasp the perfection of your face.

    For now, I sink into the illusion.
    I'd.
    Just.
    Be.
    Too.
    Far.
    Gone.

    I'm better off without you.

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    • Name: Rsen
    • Country: Philippines
    • Metro: Manila
    • Birthday: 8/2/1992
    • Gender: Male
    • Member Since: 8/14/2007

I Quothe Thee Self

"I just don't understand why all of the good things that we hold always have to end first. Not everything lasts. But why can't they last a little longer? Just a little longer.."

"There would sometimes be walls that'd block us from the goals that we are trying to attain. Sometimes, we need someone to share the seat by the big wall, just to share the misery of a downfall."

"I don't give a damn if you're ever gonna shout and yell at the whole wide world that I'm a FUCKING ASSHOLE, A STUPID LOSER or a RETARDED SON OF A BITCH, I mean, thank you for the free publicity."

"There is always a door that would be opened along the path of unwinding roads. These roads that would lead to one single door, along the footsteps of sacrifice and endurance to anything along the way - they lead to a heart that you've been trying to steal away. Love. Love is dreaming. I am on this road right now. Traveling upon the miseries of the love I've chosen."

"Your heart is your weapon. Your heart will be the only thing that's gonna keep you sane along the way. I know it'd break through when people will try to attack you and fool you. But remember, never let your heart be unheard. Its voice will seek you through."

"I just want something to alter the reason of a simple gesture . . . into a reminiscent fade of a spell."

"You drift me to the spectacles of nothingness, and there is no other place I want to belong."

"We may go through a river of tears, a set of emotional breakups, a bruised heart and all, but this leads the way to the one."

"The days I've been with you, though un-physically as it may seem, were the most real moments I've ever had."