adding cheekbones to this. ehe. :)

prospect

brain stutters.

coherent thinking halts.

random unrelated word vomit, tourette's-esque minus the sudden inflection.

i do know that i'm sometimes somewhat witty and smart and all but...

why do i have to stumble and fumble when i speak with a girl i like?

the clash

the alien warmth engulfs me, steady
my touch, my mood, centered and certain
i know.
ideas circle and go, as seasons
and people cycle through,
i remember that all is fine.

i swim with the wave of deja vu,
finding, sensing intimacy i know.
a glimpse of you sends rapture through me.
that instant's calmness shattered
by a yearning
to be in oblivious limbo perennial.

i am powerless in your proximity,
the closeness intoxicating.
the ivory tower of sanctuary
momentarily crumbles with the clash of feelings.
but knowing smiles paint comfort,
mutual strangeness replaced by shared bliss.

now i leave the horde of tangled cars
i walk.
i linger in daze thoughts of adulation and the wave.
and i ache...
for the clash
to repeat.

~~~

inspired by this.

bus mate

to the cute girl who've been my bus seat mate for the past three days, i feel there's a certain mutual comfort in the unfamiliar we share which makes sitting through the horrendous traffic a bit more bearable. i'll be taking the bus tomorrow at the same, more or less, time. i'm very much looking forward to sitting next to you, peeking at your music playlist, and exchanging side long glances.

blocked

i know i haven't posted anything for a long (long long) while now. and i think it's safe to assume that this year will be the lowest output of entries this blog will have in it's 5 year (wow!) run.

i do have legit reasons why this is so. there's work and facebook and plurk and twitter and mafia wars and work and procrastination and laziness and arthritis and work. but yeah, the more i think about these so called reasons the more i think that they're just excuses.

so this i promise you, (my lone loyal reader), next year i'll make an effort to post something everyday. yes, everyday! up to the point that you'd be cursing yourself why you wished that my writing dry spell was over. well, let's hope that it wouldn't come to that point. hehe.

(also i'll try to update my other blog, albeit not as often as this one.)