2012 = The year of the posts

2012,

Thank you for:

• making me realize how wonderful life can be if I would just let go of all my inhibitions 
• all the bumps and the blocks. Without them, I'd never learn how to look at other options and stand up like I didn't fall in the first place 
• the little moments. Those days when the screw in my head gets loose and I become crazier than I normally am. 
• the inspiration of pursuing my dream of writing. This year showed me that times when I type on the letters and write with my pen are the times I am more honest with myself. 
• The beautiful sunrises and sunsets. They remind me why things begin and end eventually. 
• the stress. I know I complained so many times about the work load. However, I also know that the heavier the responsibility given to me, the more change that I can do around me. 
• the heartaches. They hurt but yes, hurting is good at times. 
• the scars. One day, when someone asks me about them, I'll tell him/her that I conquered a trying period of time. 
• the blossoming of hope. Sounds cheesy, but I realize that some things are worth the love, pain and sacrifice.
• the feelings. They remind me that I am human. 
• the new friends and acquaintances. It's always a pleasure discovering other personalities. 
• the ones who stayed. (and still never letting me go). 
• life.

I regret:

• nothing. 

Wish list

10. A new, medium-sized backpack.
9. A ticket for Disney Princesses on Ice.
8. A plane ticket to Korea/Singapore.
7. The Selection by Kiera Cass/ Everyday by David Levithan/ Let It Snow by John Green et al.
6. Instax polaroid / Any vintage camera
5. A whole day trip to Mind Museum/BGC/Mercato
4. Kim Bum's CD
3. Harry Potter hoodie + ID Lace
2. Lomography mixed film pack, 35 mm.
1. (too cheesy and personal)

I hope I get one of these. :)

Sinatra and Cole

I have so much love for Frank and Nat that I decided not long ago to name my future children after them. How I wish there is someone who can be up to their par in the music industry today. Nobody is composing/singing sweet, real and simple love songs anymore. This generation's music is too focus on heartbreaks, men who are bastards, women who are bitches and lots of sex. (I mean there are good ones like Coldplay, Jon Mclaughlin, and Lady Antebellum but they are overshadowed by the likes of Justin Beiber, FloRida and Selena Gomez urgh) Goodness.

I firmly believe that I am not a child of this era. *sigh*

Notice

In an effort to keep my life as private as possible, I will not write about the personal issues I am facing/will face directly here anymore. I will, however, still express my emotions but in subtle ways. No more "dear diary" entries from me. I have a pen and paper for those. :)

And I guess this also affects the thoughts I will share on twitter and facebook. I will lessen my activities and be as "invisible" as possible on those social networks because I don't feel comfortable in letting things out anymore. I want my old state of privacy back.

I want to fall in love with the poet

I want to fall in love with the poet 

and be immortalized in his haikus 

Be his muse for his lyrics 

and the inspiration of his diamante 

Be the starting point of his thoughts 

and the end of his lines

For I can only compose with him

in thought, 

and in my heart. 

I want to hold his hand as he

picks up the pen and writes 

down, "I" 

and consequently makes a mistake 

of writing down "U" 

And I shall whisper in his ear 

That he, in fact, is correct 

For he and I will be side by side 

for a long time, if not forever 

I want to fall in love with the poet 

For he knows exactly who I am

Talking about when he reads 

the work I hurriedly wrote 

on the tissue papers given to me 

when we dined at that casual, Italian restaurant 

on Tuesday Morning 

and the answer I gave him is 

"Yes" 

But most importantly, 

I want to love the poet 

For he understands 

the language of metaphor I so often use

when I want to deviate 

from the social norms of expression

He will know that I am saying 

I love him 

when I compare us 

to the waves and the shore.