Between Here and There.

There are some movies that I would not be caught dead watching. But I once saw Campus Girls, a local, flick because of a girl in college who wanted to see it. The movie was a mess, the funny part is, my aunt who was also watching the movie, saw me in the movie house, the worst part is, the week after I attended a reunion, and I got teased by my cousins, they never stopped asking me how did I found Campus girls. The question, at the that time was always followed with laughter. A man's life, it seems, revolves around women. We want to get rich, be thin, have hair, play a guitar for the attention of women. Much for I would say, for the women we love. So, here I am, just finished watching Sex and the City the movie, at 130am, just because it reminded me of someone. The conclusion, I hated it, but finished watching it all the same. Why? Not because the story line or the acting is bad, in fact it was decent, its just that they ended it with happily ever after. I hated, it because, even...

He sat on his swivel chair motionless for several minutes. He forgot to blink, almost did not realize that he was not taking in air. Not believing the two emails that he just read. "She replied... She actually replied" When all his thoughts attacked his fickle mind at the same moment, he found it hard to understand what he was thinking. With the sheer volume of ideas that came flooding in, it was as if his mind went blank. His senses failed him, at one moment he could not see the objects before him, only the vision of her smiling, saying the words that was written in the emails that he was reading. What sweet words, the very ones that he was longing to to hear for a long time. That smile that always erased all the pain, those lips that did not only touched his lips, but used to kiss the pains of his heart away. That infectious smile that was like a mirror to everybody who sees it. It was the most potent weapon in her arsenal, if only a smile could kill she would have b...

There is a thief that I know... He is sly and cunning. He makes me do things for him. I am his willing slave. With just a pat in the back, a simple smile of encouragement, a silky whisper of a promise, I am drawn to do his bidding. He steals not money nor things of Value. Rather he robs me of my youth, he darkens my future and takes away the most valuable possession I have. My potential of becoming a man. I hate him with a fervor. But no matter what I do I can do nothing to him because the thief is me.

There's a monster inside of me. It usually sleeps, but when it awakens it causes havoc to my world. It destroys everything in its path, it does not care what happens to me.. It laughs at my pain and takes joy in my suffering, thrives in my misery. Once it manifest itself I can no longer act as I am. When I look at the mirror the monster looks exactly like me.

Thoughts so detestably sweet urges so uncontrollably strong is just part of the flood Command I can not disobey values loose its meaning virtues swept aside Oh God help me Protect me from the flood For when it strikes I loose control I can not see, I can not think I am helpless from the currents of the Flood. by: Yaj Atenara

It’s funny that people would only say thank you right after you did them a favor. That most of the time, they only remember what you did for a short time and would not recall the things you did for them when it no longer suits them. It’s funny how they act as if they know everything when they talk to you where in fact, they learned most of it from you. When they change sides easily because well, there is nothing more they can get from you. How insensitive they are to you and your feelings, when all the time they were with you, you thought about nothing else but their well beings. It’s funny. Why? Because these people are doomed by the choices they make. Because when it’s time Karma, fate, the general collective, the universe and all the known forces which handles the balance in the world, will deal with them properly. At that time, however high and might they are, they will all fall back to the ground and hit rock bottom. That is how things have always worked. You will not be spared. T...

A good friend of mine, another girl who also broke my heart, was commenting on my blogpost, we were laughing about it over ym, and discussed what made a girl sexy. In our discussion, I told her that she is still sexy despite the fact that she is happily married now. This is something that I wrote for her. My friend and comare, you know who you are. "You need not compare yourself with other women, nor should you care about the fact that you are with a son and getting older. You will always be sexy. Even if you shrug it of and laugh at my comment, you can not deny that fact. Its not your pretty face, not your slender figure. Maybe its your smile? Maybe its the way you walk, or talk, hmmmmm maybe its because you speak well, smell good and look good, or maybe its because you are who you are, and that in itself is sexy. If you don't believe me, just notice the way, the people would have a second look whenever you pass bye, or how people treats you cordially with a big smile in t...