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It's January and where are we? We seemed to have gone back to where we started. Video calls and text messages... Though the only difference is, this time there's no us. No kissing emoticons, no sweet texts and no 'I love you's'.

You were right after all when you said that things will be different a year from then. But I guess apart from the part that we've broken up that time and the fact that you're now in Seoul, is that I've come to love you more. 

Though, this time I've learned to love myself better and realized my worth as a person. How ironic life is, eh? I know my worth but somehow, I'm still in love with the same man who broke my heart last April.

I was expecting then that by this point in time I'll be dating someone better. Someone whom I thought would replace you... Yet here I am, writing this entry a few minutes after you hang up on Facetime.

You let me watch you play live again and just as your last set ended, you lingered in the frame long enough for me to hear Eric Benet's Last Time playing in the background... 

I wanted to cry but thank God you told me you were gonna hang up...

Why are we here, Mike? At this point, shouldn't we be ignoring each other like ex's usually do? Why do we find ourselves singing the same part of the same old songs we know in unison? 

I know that to expect more from this could lead me to an even harder heartbreak... But it's worth a try, that's for a certain...
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My decision to have my tattoo this evening was made out of the blue. Though I've planned to do it for nearly two years, I guess I never really had the courage to do it until now. I was talking to Mike on iMessage when mom asked me to do it today. I guess part of the reason why I did it today amongst all other days was because of Mike.

In the last few weeks, we have been in contact. I've no idea why but he seems to have more free time lately, that he even took the time to call me via-Facetime for two weekends. Last night, he even let me watch him play live for the first time...

I must admit, that after all this time I still get butterflies like I did every time we talk before. Among all the men I've dated, it's with Mike that I never lost that feeling with. He's just different in a way I myself could not explain. Perhaps, I just love him still regardless of our breakup...

Hence the tattoo...

Though, I've long decided on the design, it's today that fate chose for me to do it. I took it as a sign that I've grown stronger as a person to finally face my fears and still keep my hopes up for a positive future regardless of the guarantee.

To teach myself to be carefree and unexpecting is not such an easy task for I've been a dreamer all my life. I've had my head on the clouds for so long that facing reality and breaking free from my thoughts took longer than it should have. But I am happy.

I am happy that I can find happiness in the most little thing. That I appreciate life and living it better than before. I've finally unleashed my inner wanderlust and started traveling and charging into the unknown. I love it.

I guess, the whole experience of losing Mike has taught me more about life than that I've learned in the past two decades. I thank him for that... for giving me the chance to discover myself and what I truly want to do and most importantly to love truly and unconditionally.

Shall the good Lord give us another chance in the near future, I know I'll be ready. I'll be better. For not only have I got my feet on the ground but I've also learned to love myself.

I know people would say that I'm expecting for nothing but I have a strong feeling about things lately and I know better than to trust what they say. I'm in the point of my life wherein I trust myself more than others. I'm proud of myself for that.

Freedom. Hope. Love.

I still believe in life regardless of all the disappointments, the pain, grief and despair. There's more to life than the pain it brings and it has brought. I've learned to embrace it and I've never been happier.

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We hate what we don’t understand, but actually when we try to understand what we hate, that’s the only time we can make the change…
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Autumn have just ended on your part of the globe bringing forth November and winter. But as the first snow flake falls on your palm, remember that from where I am, it has been raining since March.

As you walk on white sheets and play on ice, savoring every minute of beauty, remember the tragic story of how I tried with all that I can to weather the storm you left.

When you look out the window, watching white fragile flakes fall from the sky as you sit beside the fire, may it remind you of how long I stood outside in the heavy rain waiting for you to come back.

On the day when you celebrate the wonder and glory of winter, may you remember the look on my face as I let each rain fall pelt down my body, soaking me to my bones.

When winter has finally taken its toll on you, may you be reminded of what it was like to dance in the rain with me, of how wonderful it is to be standing where I stand still.

Winter will be over, too just like the season it has replaced but the rain will not stop...

Not until you tell it to.
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Remember that day
When for the first time
You have to go away
You said it won't take long
You'd still come home

Remember that day
When we hopped on my car
And took it for a spin
We just drove off
We didn't even know where to go
So you turned on the radio
And this song was on
So we sang along

Remember that day
When we put Billy Joel on repeat
As I sit singing in the passenger seat
You grabbed my hand in yours
And smiled as you drove
It didn't even take too long
Before you joined

Remember that day
In that small compact space
Our voice echoed in unison
As we sang along to his song

I'll remember that day
As clear as the day
Follows the night
How we loved each other
And how we sang along
To that Billy Joel song



#OneOfThoseNights

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#OneOfThoseNights #MidnightPoetry

No matter where you are
No matter who you meet
Or who you're with
And no matter how you run away
Away from me
You'll realize and
You'd have to admit
That no one will
Ever love you like I did

xx
Maria
10.23.2014

Photo taken in Ortigas Extension last January 6th.
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#OneOfThoseNights #MidnightPoetry

Remember how we used to walk 
this same road together?
Side by side
Hand in hand
In the wee hours
Of a weekend dusk
Not more than an hour
After you held me in your arms
Right after we made love.

Remember how the stars
Used to shine down on us?
There were too many of them
Too bright, sometimes
And they lit this same road
Where you used to hold my hand
Where you used to say 
'I love you' and call me your 'wife'

Tonight, the stars are out
But you are nowhere in sight
So I walk this same road alone
With only the memory
Of how you used to love me

xx
Maria
10-22-2014

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#OneOfThoseNights #MidnightPoetry 

And then, Poe said, 
"...love with a love that is more than love." 
And so I did. 

And though I have loved generously,
I was still kept at bay--

That sometimes I wonder,
Should I have obeyed? 

xx
Maria
10.20.2014



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You will never again
See me smile 
Like I do in this picture
For you have come to me
So swiftly
Held me
But then 
Eluded me.
Is there any chance
That you'd ever
Come back to me?

xx 
Maria
10172014
Photo taken last March.

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Soul
I hear your sweet voice calling
Drawing me closer to the line
Between dream and reality

Don’t keep me waiting
I have been wanting nothing
But to hold you in my arms again

I could never get enough
I could never get over
I could never go on
From those nights we shared as one

Always remember
When your lips touched mine
While our hands were intertwined
How you gazed into my eyes
How you let me call you mine

Those nights we shared
I will always treasure
Though they’re now so long ago
Left in the distant past
But as if they were yesterday
I will always remember

When one day you decide to come back
I will be waiting
Ready to take you
With open arms

When all these have gone
When the clouds come closing in
And you've nowhere to run
I’ll be your shelter from this rain

Soul

You have come to me
So swiftly
Held me
Then
Eluded me
Like the soul that you are
Come back to me
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Leafing through
Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I find it a bit amusing

How possible it is
To feel the same old feeling
By only looking through
A series of what has been
It’s like
Being transported into
An abyss of memories

For a moment

It felt like it is still
The last day of November
When we first made love
And I wake up next to you
The next morning
In the wee hours of December

Leafing through

Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I felt everything coming back

It felt so fuzzy and warm
Made me feel comfortable
From the inside
But as I set down
Each photograph
I realize where I am headed to

Leafing through

Random photographs
Caught in a wisp
Of nostalgia

I remembered

How much I loved
And what I have lost
All in a brief moment
Of recall.
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How do I express this loneliness that I feel?
I should be happy with him
Glad for having him
But I am not.
How do I express this emptiness I feel?
I know he tries his best
To make things work
But that is just the thing
He is not him.

How do I express this loneliness I feel?
I wanted to try and start again
But no matter how I try
No matter what I tell myself
I could not get the satisfaction
From what he tries to bring

How do I express this loneliness I feel?
We could have done wonders
We seem perfect for each other
The synchronization
The chemistry
It is all there
All given to me
But all these things,
I wish not to take from him
But from the other who first came before him.

But how do I tell him how unhappy I am?
I wanted to depart
And would rather live on my own
Than try to make it work
With someone
I could never have feelings for.
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I just had a dream and I dunno whether it's good or bad, though. 

There I was walking down the aisle. The air was filled with  that Eric Bennet song entitled The Last Time...

I looked around and saw how much people there was, looking at me in big grins. Most of them I recognize; friends from real life, acquaintances and family... In this sea of familiar faces, I found myself searching for the groom and just before I reached the aisle, I saw him standing with his back on me. 

When he finally turned to look at me... My heart was sent aflutter. He was smiling as tears fall from his eyes. Somehow, I wanted that moment to never end... Seeing how happy he was. How happy I felt.

It felt too real that waking up hurts. 

I thought I was doing good; I didn't know that one dream can actually send me back to square one.
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We're all artists.

It doesn't matter what you do, what your craft is. 

Whether you're good or bad in it, no one should be able to tell you that but yourself. Nor should you allow anyone, even yourself, to tell you that you're no good. 

For we are all blessed with a talent, by the Greatest Artist of all, and no one can do our work better than we can.

Whether you paint, cook, bake, dance, sing, teach, calculate someone's income tax, sculpt, build and design all sort of things, capture memories in photographs or in words; you are an artist and no one can tell you otherwise.

Whatever it is that you love to do in this life is art; a legacy you will pass on to those you will leave in this lifetime. A series of milestones in your own history.

Our art is whatever it is that makes us happy and passionate about living.

Art. It is not a way of life, but a reflection of who we truly are.
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It had been a while since he last talked to her. She lost all hope, but then he called at the most unexpected time. 

Then...

He asked her, "Do you still love me?" She cried silently. Big, fat tears fell from her big brown eyes. And all she could muster to say was, "God knows," instead of a straightforward 'Yes' because she was frightened that he still won't do anything to keep her if she did.

He misses her. It was evident. But to leave her and keep her at bay was not the way she thought things would end. But it did. They separated, after living as man and wife, they decided to part ways. And so, even though they are still irrevocably in love, both tried to conceal it a little, though it was hard.

Whatever may become of them, they left it for the universe and all the gods to decide for them. Time will tell, they'd tell one another, but their hearts, oh their hearts were screaming each other's name; it ached and long for the other every single day. They wept everyday as if they were mourning from each other's absence.

Despite of this though, they did their best to be civil and remained in contact. Both secretly hoping that the other would remain faithful and in love when he returns.

The night ended. But their strong affection did not. 
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The words have escaped me
A train of thought
Of what I had hoped to tell you
But it no longer matter

I guess
I just realized
That though my affection 
Have never ceased
Never left me

You did so and easily
And so were the words
I was trying to say
They have slipped from my grasp
They escaped me swiftly
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 I wrote you letters
One for each day
For a year
All 365 of them
Folded and sealed them 
But never sent them 
Not even one

With each letter
Sealed with a kiss
I poured my heart 
With thoughts of longing
Of hurt and despair
I wanted you to read them 
And feel my pain
But never sent them
Not even one

For I know
That even if you read them
You won't feel what I feel
Not even a bit

For though you said 
It hurt when you left
Still you turned from me
Without even glancing back

Not even once
You did not.

xx
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Drunk on our brand of whiskey
Reminiscing---
Thinking---
What was...
What is...
Could have been's.


Drunk on our brand of whiskey
Swirling---
Sinking---
Deep down...
Nostalgia...
I yearned for you.

Drunk on our brand of whiskey
I think of you
Closed my eyes and see you
Clearly as I could ever have
Open my eyes
I suddenly see in blur
And finally...
I wept
Drunk on our brand of whiskey.

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August 15, 10:55pm

My eyes have gone weary and tired
It was a long day, 
It had seen places and people
That no ordinary eyes have seen 
Reawakened dormant feelings
That I did not even know
I felt before

My glasses, tonight,
I'll set it down at my side
To lay it to rest 
And
Allow endless scenes flash
As my eyes closed.

Tonight, I must reminisce 
The world and time
I have once traveled to
And
In this journey
May I finally find joy
After the solitude I felt
From pictures painted by words.



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I have been into several relationships before and most of them gave me the bitter realization that I might not just be the type of person a man would like to date. 

Looking back in the years that have passed, I did my best to recall the type of person I was and what I have become. 

And through my stroll down memory lane, I've come to realize what made me under qualified to be a member of the ever growing dating pool, and here are the reasons why:

1. I am loud.


Not in bed, I'm not. But if you ask most of the people I know they'd tell you that I speak loudly and that I laugh boisterously. I'm also pretty animated and add the fact that I teach kids for a living, and what do you get? Adult woman blurting out her emotions or expressions with a little exaggeration. 

Of course, I do not intend to speak as if I'm trying to gain attention. I'm not. Truth be told, it's something innate and hard to change and even to control at times. 

Have I done something about it? Aye! Definitely. But I always end up being either inaudible or in a comical whisper.

2. I laugh easily. 


I am known to be the one who laughs the loudest and the easiest to crack up--even if the joke or situation isn't too funny to everyone else. 

I just have a different way of perceiving "funny" things or situations that most often than not, men misinterprets it as flirting or showing interest in them. 

I'm actually doing my best to control my impulse to laugh loudly at little things but to no avail; plus, holding in my laughter always leave me in tears and out of breath. 

3. I'm one of the boys.

I am not sure exactly how and why, but I just seem to click with men more than women. Sometimes, I'd have people telling me that I act and think like a man, and to be honest I'm not sure if it's a bad thing or a good thing. 

To be even more honest, I'd like to believe it's a good thing just because it gives me the freedom to break social and gender barriers and the norm that girls should only be friends with girls because we have cooties--whatever that is. I naturally think and act in such way, that sometimes, and yet again, people deliberately misconstrue it as flirting or as if I'm trying to gain some guy's attention. 

But the truth is, I just basically like to talk to men better because they know no bullshit celeb gossip and can actually talk about a wide range of topics aside from the common washroom talk about whose purse mismatched her shoes.

On the side, they make a good game buddy and protective brother material. Nobody can mess with me, my bro's got my back but sadly, since they know I'm a dude too, I can't be taken seriously as more than just another guy friend with the tits of a B-cup woman. 

4. I'm disgusting.

Disgusting in the sense that I sit like a boy, burp the alphabet, don't wash my hair on the weekends and eat on my bed. I also smell my pits in public and boast my burping skill. 

To make it worse, I eat like a pig. Not literally though, but I really love to pig out. And most men loves seeing a girl eat daintily, but I don't eat that way, I'm extremely unattractive when I eat, hence I'm off the dating list. Oh, you'd be surprised at how many men I can turn off with those things. To my male friends it's cool, but to a prospect boyfriend? Just think about it, I fucking burp the fucking alphabet.

5. I curse a lot.

I just can't fucking help it. It just simply slips off my mouth. But I couldn't fucking care less about it, that's how I am. 

Of course, I'm still a considerate bitch; I keep my freaking gob shut around old people and children who may be offended by my choice of not-so-fancy expressions. 

Men likes to date cutesy type of girls who bats their lashes and blushes to their compliments, not someone who's always in a battle to top off Al Pacino in Scarface. 'Nuff said. 

6. I'm a bookworm.

I'm not exactly smart or intelligent, but I'm not a bubble-head either. I've got some strong convictions and opinions that some men finds extremely annoying. All of which I got from reading a vast range of topics. 

People, men mostly, solely believes that reading is boring hence people who read are most likely to be boring people who are socially awkward and know nothing about the reality of life all because we readers are boxed into the eternal thought that we're trapped into an abyss of fictional fantasies. 

Even my mother despises the fact that I read more than I should because it's keeping me from learning to put on makeup on and from developing at least a socially acceptable fashion sense instead of just plain shirt, jeans and sneakers.

7. I'm generally weird and have an inappropriate sense of humor.

I may look normal to the majority but even my closest friends find me weird--really weird. I do things normal adults don't, making me look and seem juvenile. 

I'm not immature in general, believe me but I do have a side which I try to hide from most people in fear that I'll get rejected due to the sheer weirdness I possess.

I'm goofy and bubbly, I whine and play sick pranks to people I love--mostly in a very slight sadistic kind of way and not even the dirty kind of sadism. Think about Rocky Balboa. 

I go to museums and stand next to warning signs and do the opposite. See, most men would like a demure, classy woman who doesn't even seem know that the words "fart" and "burp" actually exists. No sir. I'm neither demure nor classy, I'm weird and inappropriate.

________________________

I know there are more reasons as to why I'm less likely to be asked on a date, but I promised myself that I'll get some sleep. I'll be lucky if I find a man who would share the same weirdness and wouldn't mind the fact that I am as weird as he is. Heck, there's nothing cuter and sweeter than two people coming together in mutual weirdness to share the same mental dysfunction the universe blessed them with. 


This weird list may just be the result of taking in too much caffeine and sugar at work and a product of a bored and tired mind who wants to somehow make itself feel productive outside of the workplace. 
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