Graaaaah-nnnnnn-aaaaye-duuuhhhh!!!

‎"Gotta save your buddies from the grenade!! This is a reason why I love pro wrestling: slow motion madness." =P =D

Get This In The Sky

I want to get this on the park
In the sky
I want to get this on the beach
In the sky
I want to get this on a city street
In the sky
I want to get this when I'm happy
In the sky
I want to get this when we're in Love
In the sky

For we met on pristine green grass
when it was
In the sky
We were together on sandy shores
when it was
In the sky
We braved the traffic crosswalk
when it was
In the sky
I am happy with you
and it is known
In the sky
To show it to the world
it still flies
In the sky

I want to get this
Kite
In the sky

Addressing a Certain Truth About Women

The following was a recent Facebook correspondence with someone whom I've only recently met.

The parties involved have had their names stricken in order to protect their identities.

Hello, _____. =)

22 hours awake and see what happens? Messages get sent to the wrong YM windows. The links to the profiles were actually meant to be sent to a family relative of mine who is fully aware of my troubles with women. I wanted to show this relative my current change in mood and how I am just now able to comfortably open up a dialog with women.

The truth is . . . in the past I was so scared of girls I couldn't even say "hi" to them.

But now to be able to carry meaningful, in-depth conversations with them? It's a such a joy, _____! To know a person and to understand them is such a wonderful thing. To have known you even with our short time together is something I find to be absolutely terrific.

I sincerely apologize if those links that were accidentally sent to you affected you in an ill manner. It certainly wasn't the intention, my dear.

First off, time and time again I've admitted my fondness for "bugging" you. =) It's just my way of saying "Woohoo! I can actually talk to a girl and she doesn't think I'm a complete Creep."

With all honesty and truth I will show you fully what Miss K is to me and why I've only recently gotten in touch with her. (Only recently because I've gone through a major mood change in the past couple of weeks. I've come from the depths of depression to actually being able to say a simple "hello" to a woman. Including you, my dear.)

Miss K was a kind girl in middle school that was brave enough to show me her true feelings through a "ValentineGram". Right around Valentines Day students would write on heart-shaped cards and have it sent (anonymously or fully signed, your choice) - through teachers who would then give the cards to the receiving student(s) in their respective classes.

I received such a card, a "ValentineGram". It was the most heartfelt gesture ANY girl has ever done for me. It was sincere. It was true. There were no games. She just put in her own genuine words what I meant to her back then in 1999. It meant a lot to me to receive such affection from a girl.

It never happened before that and . . . it hasn't happened since after that.

Things were never followed through. Me being the weakling weirdo that I am, refrained from pursuing the origin of those kind words she sent to me.

And that's Miss K.

A girl who was actually nice to me.

O, _____, okay ba na tayo? =P =D

What's Life Through Complexion?

I look in the mirror and see

A person

No longer of pale skin

But of darker complexion

Pale brought by days huddled

In the yellow room of being down

Now outside seeing smothered

By grand life outside, I wear a crown

Of a skin in darker color

And with this skin I see change

What is life through complexion?

To see the world

And no longer be imprisoned in thoughts of "I, Strange"

To see the world

And truly appreciate every single direction

And with this skin is the tan change

Darker, tan because of being outside

Darker, tan because I see the outside

Darker, tan because I want to to be outside

And live beyond the yellow room of being down

I look in the mirror and see

A person

No longer of pale skin

But of darker complexion

For pale

I was

Having seen no sun

In yellow room, eaten

Broken down, beaten

By mind withered in the depths of being down

Now no longer pale

I am

Darker

I am

Tan

I am

Said "Sam, I am" =P

Feeling good . . . I am

No longer in the depths of being down

What is life through complexion?

To see life outside what you have previously seen

To see the glory of life's sun

And be marked

Be crowned

By the skin of a darker color

A Writer's Joy

For the past couple of weeks I've been content; sadness kicked out the door those 2 weeks ago, kicked by the boots of writing and perhaps because of the cookie as well. It is a strange thing to see this world through different eyes. I've pulled a 180. What frowns that kept me down since leaving the Philippines 3 years ago are now replaced by motivations to do something great. Grand. Glorious.

I wish to write more. Oh so more.

May I keep the wondrous vision I currently possess and not be dragged down by the demons of darker days.

Amen . ? . . .