If I touch your hand, would you avoid it?

Once, you told me about this girl who tried to hold your hand and how in an effort not to hurt her feelings, you change the topic of your conversation and avoided touching her hand. And then you asked me, wondering why after that incident, “di na siya nagparamdam”. Sa isip ko lang, "manhid ka ba or nagpapansin lang?" Then I felt (sorry) for the girl.

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[random thoughts...]

I miss going to my favorite bookstore. It's too far from the office and the only thing I could do after work is go home and pray that I would be able to sleep (earlier) than usual. My body has been aching for ENOUGH sleep. But this stupid brain is monkey-hunting again.

I overshoot my expenses last month, hence the need to deprive myself of the "luxuries" -- I want new books, a new prime lens, a new watch, and a new backpack. blah. dream on!

I miss having coffee with myself. =/ I miss singing in a videoke with my friends. I miss Korean food.

I wanted to watch the DFF Concert. I wanted to see Sunshine Corazon sing live. Bullocks, they have overpriced the tickets. Was it because Michael Bolton was in it? Bleh. Antayin ko na lang sa youtube, hehe.

I received my official invitation from China yesterday. Hmm.

Love conquers all

Does it?! Weh.

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[postscript:]

I talk because I feel, and I talk to you because I want you to know how I feel.

And my criticism informs you: You hurt my feelings a minute ago.

My solitary recluse

How nice it would be—
to be unreceptive to the people you care about, to be cold and distant
to just be silent and lonely without explaining why
and they would wait ‘till I come back to my old self
and understand if I didn’t.

How nice it would be—
to wallow for days and not to be accused of being overly dramatic about it
to be sappy over a song because it pricks your heart when you listen to it
to look at someone’s face for hours without being reproached for swooning
or to just be in a trance because you're thinking of someone.

How nice it would be—
to be in the street
to be with strangers
to be sitting on a bench
not minding if it will rain or not.

How nice it would be—
to feel lonesome today and to be okay tomorrow.

~rayts~

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