On our backs we’ll lie, our eyes sit on the skies. We’ll watch how these clouds transform into various shapes and forms our mind wants to perceive.
What’s behind those silver lining? Reverie. There is more beyond this view, a scenery with a reflection of me through you. A never-ending story of a boy meets girl.
In your eyes I see myself drifting off. A blink of an eye and alone I lie staring at nothingness. Spacing out.
Daydreaming.
She was just a daydream at all.

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29 November 1 Permalink

Holding your hand in so many ways was one of a few lovely memories I can remember instantly. It didn’t matter to me whether our hands got sweaty and all, I’d just stick a handkerchief in the middle.
It didn’t matter to us whether a person is blocking or walking towards our way, we’d just raise both our hands in a playful manner and let them pass underneath it.
It didn’t matter to you whether I’m playing with your hands; holding them in any kind of way, you’d just hold them back the way you want to hold it. Pinky-promise hold.

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5 August 19 Permalink

Saturday morning. The taste of beer and vodka that we drowned ourselves last night still lingers in my mouth. With eyes closed, I turned myself over to the right side of our bed. My eyes took a glimpse of her as they lazily open their lids.
Her brown highlights that ran down through her hair shined as if a pair of spotlights were focused down to her. She squinted to see what made her woke up.
I sensed that she also had that aftertaste of liquor from the way she smiled. I moved closer and kissed her. Not minding any of that alcohol taste, she kissed back. Holding her nape, I brushed my fingers that are still with remains of a cigarette smell through her lustrous morning hair.
Her sweet passionate kiss was all I ever needed that morning. And her that I will always hold on to.
I would not like it to happen if one day I’ll turn myself over towards her side and all I’ll ever see is a pillow and a blank space.

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31 July 4 Permalink

A 1945 Magallanes Street, Cebu City (photo courtesy from circa 1945.)
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a 1945 Cebu Capitol: [click]

28 July 13 Permalink

I was cleaning the attic one afternoon. It was all dusty, cobweb-filled and old. What was left of my teenage memories were all piled up in gloom.
As I moved along, I stumbled on a box; it was familiar and thought that if I would open it I’ll remember what it was for.
It was full of pictures with the girl I used to love. I brought myself to a pause just staring to that only photo of what was a joy to look at.
I was thinking of her smile. The smile that what I thought would never change. Her heart, the feelings that I thought would never fade.
I was pondering, what would it be like if her smile and her heart were still the same?
I dawdled and pondered a little more.

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28 July Permalink

Today, Emily and I broke in to the airport’s wire fences. We only entered on the side far from the airport buildings and planes.
We were surrounded by green uncut grass, two broken 1960s practice planes and the deep blue sky with a trace from a fighter jet who just passed by.
Both of us really enjoyed the open field and the cool breeze that accompanied it. We jumped, played, kissed, screamed and danced with the music of roaring engines.
Clouds were only few on that day and the sun was just behind them. We stayed for a while to wait for the sun to set. This will be another memory.

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24 July Permalink

I remembered on a summer afternoon last year, the same date as today. We had a roadtip together with Hailey and Tyler, they were our bestfriends.
It was a double roadtrip date, as what we called it. As we noticed the sun setting down slowly hiding at the back of tall trees, we stopped over by this really quiet road where cars pass by rarely.
While Hailey and Tyler had there time singing along with country songs inside the car, I invited Emily to sat down at the middle of the road.  We played this clapping game we used to play when we were little called “double double”.
I’m glad she still remembers it. She was smiling the whole time and it even distracted me to the point that I never won a single round. Well, as long as she was with me that whole afternoon I don’t care to lose to her everytime. She is my weakness just like the sun to the moon.

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*I’m having fun writing these fiction stuff XD *

23 July 5 Permalink

Cebu Capitol, circa 1945. Hawan pa jud kaayo ang uptown Cebu niadto. Mura pa’g kahumayan. (Picture courtesy of Karaang Sugbo)

a 1945 Magallanes Street: [click]

22 July 88 Permalink