A Fairy Tale

One day, a prince went to his garden and found a beautiful rose growing in a corner.

“My, what a beautiful rose you are.” The prince said. “In this entire garden, you are the most beautiful, and I shall spend all my waking mornings staring at you. I will love you rose, my rose, and I will never get tired of visiting you.”

The rose was happy. She blushed.. Yet lifted her pretty little head and said: “Thank you handsome prince. Visit me everyday. I will devote all my days to making myself more beautiful for you, and will look forward to your daily visits."

And so it was. For many weeks, the prince woke up and went straight to the garden to stare at his rose. They would share stories about their different worlds, and would get lost in one where only a prince and a special rose could love each other. Sometimes, the prince would not want to go to bed in order to be with his rose. He loved her. And his rose loved him back and tried hard to make herself as pretty as she could for him. All was well and happiness flourished in the corner of the kingdom’s garden.

But one night, a storm came and huge raindrops fell all over the garden. The rose woke up the following morning and found herself drenched all over. “Brrrrr.. What a cold night that was. I am soaked all over. But I am happy because the prince will be here soon and we can share a warm and sunny day again.”

And soon enough, the prince came. But he could not recognize his rose. Not until he heard a little voice say: “I am here, my prince.. Just a little drenched by the rain, but I am still here. Come and talk to me. I am yearning to hear about all your stories and I shall tell you about all the raindrops I spoke to last night.”

The prince turned to the little voice’s direction and was surprised. His beautiful rose’s petals were drooping. He tried to hide his reaction and forced himself to talk; “Ah, it is you, my rose. I am sorry if I was not able to recognize you right away. I have a headache from the cold but yes, I will sit with you and tell you more stories.” And so he sat by her. But he could not seem to stare at the rose very long for her petals were drooping and her bright red color had turned into a dark dreary one. And so after a couple of stories, he stood up.

“Where are you going” The rose asked.

“I forgot to tell you..” the prince explained. “I have to visit my father because he is all alone in the castle. I must go to him at once.”

“But don’t you usually have dinner with him at the end of the day”? We will not be able to watch the sunset together.” The rose replied.

“Things have changed.” The prince said. “He wants to see me at an earlier time. Do not worry, I will be back tomorrow” And so the prince left.

And the rose was left to wonder about how it felt to watch the sunset alone again. Because she was so used to watching it with the prince, she didn’t think she knew how to appreciate it without hearing his stories of how the sun came to be and why it set at night.

“I shall not worry. He will be back tomorrow” The rose told herself.

And he did. But their tomorrows came less and less. There would be times when the prince wouldn’t come. Or times when he wouldn’t stay for long muttering that he had to work, or had to go to town to get a new sword or simply, that he was just too tired to sit down and talk like before.

The rose was sad. She began to feel ugly and soon enough, her fears turned to reality.. Her petals began to fall. “The prince did not want me when my petals were drenched. He came less and less. Now, he will not want me at all, for one day, all my petals will fall and I will no longer be his most beautiful flower.”

Days passed without the prince coming into the garden. He was being groomed to be king and being king was a heavy responsibility. Besides, he thought to himself “My rose needs time alone in order to make herself more beautiful again. And I need time in order to learn how to be a proper king. After all this, we shall be the way we were once more.. Except that I will be richer and more powerful and I will be able to get all the experts to take care of my rose.. and she will have nothing else to do but prettify herself and will be even more beautiful when I see her again!”

So time came and went. The prince was crowned king in a grand parade and as he passed by, the throngs of people cheered him on and threw stems of roses at him.

“Ah, but what of my rose! I wonder what she is doing now. I shall visit her at once” And so he went straight to the garden with the purpose of seeing his rose again. He would tell her that he missed her and that it was wonderful to be king. And they would share the moonlit night together, just like before.

But when he came to the corner where his rose used to be, she was no longer there. “Where is my rose” The prince turned king asked.

And out of the bushes, a daffodil answered:

“The rose that lived here is gone. Many days, I would see her in her corner waiting and waiting for something.. Or someone. And nights I would hear her cry.. I would tell her to stop because crying made her petals wet and more likely to fall off. But she continued crying and waiting. That’s all she ever did. I was with her last night when she withered. And the only thing I heard her say was: “The prince’s love for me lessened because a storm made my petals droop. It is not likely that a king would want to watch the sunset with me now.”

At that instant, the rose forced her remaining beautiful petals to fall. She did not want them to grow back again.. Because her prince did not understand that she would not love him any less if he didn’t become a king. Because her prince could not love her imperfections. Because her prince had all the time to think about what was best for their futures, but not of their present love. Despite her not knowing how to be without him, she would have rather wilted than live with the thought of living a fake fairytale about a prince turned king and a rose that was kept beautiful forever.

And the daffodil continued.. ”Ah, but how she loved her prince.”

Borrowed from jeannie's lj

You Know Why I Love You?

Man: You know why I love you? I love you because you believe that I can be a better version of me..

Woman: (in her mind) I wish you love me because I am me..

Good Or Bad

I am in a perplexed spot. Gulung-gulo na ko.. iba-ibang signs! I’m so confused; I couldn’t distinguish whether it’s a bad hint or a good indication.

I Am Lucky

I thought things will be as complicated as COMPLICATED.. Yet it was otherwise. I often tell myself, I can’t count on anyone else but me. Though I’m two hundred percent sure I’ve my family, my friends and a gazillion of relatives to back me up, I’m used to doing things by myself; as in solving problems, dealing with difficulties, unraveling facts and truths about life, etc. That is me.

With this predicament I’m going through right now, it’s pretty hard to be expecting. I’m starting to weigh every single detail, what to do and how to deal with it. Thinking of going from beginning to end alone is tough enough; I try not to feel fear.

I didn’t know what got to me, but I found myself holding close courage; I took chance and saw myself in front of the two people who I owe everything I have now. In between snivels and sobs, I lay opened all. After our talk with buckets of tears on the side, I felt relieved. Nothing can ever go one better than mom and dad’s embrace and reassuring words.

Ganon pala yon, maiiyak ka na lang sa sobrang saya mo. Yung alam mong magiging okay pa rin pagkatapos ng lahat kahit na nagsimula ka sa hindi masyadong okay na sitwasyon.

I should call myself lucky… I am so d*mn LUCKY!

By Hook Or By Crook

I have to put things in order as early as now. Just like how I organize events, activities and affairs for other people. Funny, most of them of who knows how I seriously take my job can’t believe I screw in organizing my own life. What an irony.

I’m scared, shitless! I’ve to bear it though, I’m all by myself. I can’t expect anything from anyone.. masakit, mahirap ma-disappoint. I can only be certain of myself.

I can do this. I will get by.. I know I will.

Out Of My League

This song's one of my favorites.. Yung tipong naiiyak ako whenever I hear it play.

No unpleasant adjectives to describe how he feels for the woman she loves; all breath-taking and beyond belief. He sings what his heart says.

Before, I used to say to myself, "Sana may person na ganito yung esaktong nararamdaman for me.. I wish. "

It's her hair and her eyes today
That just simply take me away
And the feeling that I'm falling further in love
Makes me shiver but in a good way
All the times I have sat and stared
As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair
And she purses her lips, bats her eyes
And she plays with me sittin there slacked jaw
And nothing to say

Coz I love her with all that I am
And my voice shakes along with my hands
Coz she's all that I see and she's all that I need
And I'm out of my league once again

It's a masterful melody
When she calls out my name to me
As the world spins around her
She laughs, close her eyes
And I feel like I'm fallin but it's no surprise.
Coz I love her with all that I am
And my voice shakes along with my hands
Coz it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea
But I'd rather be here than on land
Yes she's all that I see and she's all that I need
And I'm out of my league once again.

It's her hair and her eyes today
That just simply take me away
And the feeling that I'm falling further in love
Makes me shiver but in a good way
Often times I have sat and stared
As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair
As she purses her lips, bats her eyes
And she plays with me sittin there slacked jaw
And nothing to say.

Coz I love her with all that I am
And my voice shakes along with my hands
Coz it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea
But I'd rather be here than on land
Yes she's all that I see and she's all that I need
And I'm out of my league once again.

---Stephen Speaks

What's The Difference?!

I’m all awake.

I have been doing some serious pondering these past few (or many) nights (up till dawn). It’s something major and critical; or maybe not critical, just considerably crucial.

Heck! What’s difference between the two?!

I'll See

Its Star Wars advance screening tonight, everyone’s so up about it. In fact, I’ve tickets for it too! For me alone, I won’t buzz if I don’t get to see the film… I was just dragged (poor term. Tsk.) that’s why I’m watching it. Growing up, I didn’t find it exhilarating. Maybe it’s because I was more exposed to goodie-goodie movies; the ‘and they lived happily ever after’ tales. Nothing’s wrong with that, I believe. After all, we have different likes and dislikes.

Tonight, I will watch it. I’ll see if I’ll be impressed..

..And change my mind eventually.

When The Lightning Strikes

A good friend of mine had once written a story about herself. “When The Lightning Strikes.” That was the title of the story. While she was reading it to the class, I knew she felt as if it was happening all over again. She nearly cried. The story was sentimental, I felt gushy. She shared a part of her life that one can relate and be attached to it.

Back then, we were 23 in class… all new faces. I barely know her, I knew nothing but her name (can’t even recall if I liked her the first time). Though she was one of the few people who were really at ease in talking about their private and delicate lives, I sensed in her fear and worry.

She found out she’s pregnant. My friend’s civil status? Single, in a relationship. That was the lightning she was referring to in her story. My friend at that time didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t even sure if her partner can still be called the ‘significant other’ in her current situation. She took risk, broke the news to her partner, and with dread, time lagged for his reaction. Moments of silence passed. No distinct reaction on his face. He seemed hit by a lightning too.

After minutes of stillness, finally he moved. Fixed his eyes on her, held her hand and with a soft voice he said, “We’ll get through this together. It’s going to be alright.” And he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

She didn’t think he’ll stay. My friend was certain before the talk, whether or not he’ll be there for her; the baby’s going to be okay. That she’ll pull through. She’s all relieved. She rose above every difficulty. She managed to deal with it as positively as she can. God has blessed her. She’s happy.

I am so proud of my friend. She’s all hopeful, confident and optimistic. Not everyone can face it like how she did.

When the lightning strikes straight onto your face? What will you do?

Dreamcatcher

There's someone out there I always think of running into. Someone I loved and lost, someone who's very memory makes my heart skip a beat in needless anticipation of meeting her on some nameless street corner and falling back in love, or taking hold of some long awaited closure.

The last thing we said to each other was, 'We'll talk about this later.' After two years, countless disagreements redeemed by unconditional love, laughter, solidarity, understanding, unlimited patience. We spoke to each other on the telephone with no where else to go and said, 'We'll talk about this later.'

We never spoke again.

She made me emotional, taught me how to feel deeply. How to uncover the depths of who I'm meant to be, taught me to live as real as possible. She made me vulnerable, honest about who I am, taught me to be confident in the way I see the world. She made me shrug off jealous insults, taught me to be the bigger person.

I dream about her now. Nights interrupted by images of us. I see picture frames graced with our faces; optimistic, smiling, brimming with love. I see us taking long walks. Long drives. Vacations. I wonder if we could possibly have that same kind of naivety and be together, if it would work out now as adults having learned from our mistakes.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of her, expect to see her across a crowd, be reunited in some airport terminal as we both depart for far off places on opposite sides of the globe.

I think of having coffee together, reminiscing. Our laughter overflowing from places kept secret from present day loves, momentarily slipping back into our shared past and finding peace. I think about closure, how I might not be able to really replace her and our memories until we actually talk about it later.

Then I wake up.

--borrowed from trailerparkjesus

The First Step

To take the first step
Is a frightening thing.
To face the unknown
The uncertainty it brings.
But like the child
Who is tired of the crawl,
The first step is
The most important of all.

It expands your horizons,
You can see a new light.
The joy of discovery
Is like taking flight.
The first step you take
Will open all doors,
To see yourself as
You’ve seen you before.

And, like the child
Who gives it his all,
Sometimes he falters,
He will teeter and fall.
But strong arms are there
To catch him and then,
They stand him back up
To start walking again.

The longest journey,
Takes one step at a time,
But once you get going
You’ll do just fine.
Take my hand, love
I’ll help you along
I’ll be right beside you..
As two we’ll be strong.

Yes, that first step’s a big one,
The most important of all.
But I’ll be there to catch you
Should you teeter and fall.
We’ll set our sights forward
Grit our teeth and walk on..
When we see that road ending,
We’ll break into a run.

I love you, I’ll help you
All the way through.
But to take that first step,
Well.. that’s up to you.

--Rabona Turner Gordon

Over Him.. Are You or Are You Not?

Through with an agonizing break-up? See if you fit in, in one of these two categories.

You are over him if..

• You replace him on your speed dial with your fancy new hairdresser.
• You meet a girl you think would be perfect for your ex.
• You delete his old lovely e-mails -- they're sucking up too much RAM.
• You define love as something you've gotten a little taste of and can't wait to experience more fully in the future.
• You find his old shirt you used to sleep in -- and use it to wax your Honda City.
• You feel sorry for attached friends for missing out on all the men.
• You dust off the micromini he always called Courtney Love-level trashy.

You aren't if..

• You call him from a pay phone number he can't trace just to hear his voice.
• You pay your friends to spy on him and report back if he's with a woman.
• You can quote every letter, card, and Post-it note he ever wrote you.
• You define love as a deep festering wound that just won't heal as long as your heart's still beating
• You won't wash the shirt he left at your place since it smells like him.
• You haven't worn anything without an elastic waistband since the breakup.

You Da Man

Dearest Jardine,

You deserve all the good that’s coming your way, and I know how much this means to you. You’ve looked forward to this moment for a long time. You’ve worked toward it (and you’ve worried about it).. And now it’s finally here!

I don’t know of anyone who’s worked and planned as hard or used their talents as well. You know how to set goals, use your time wisely, and get things done right. You may not think those are usual traits, but they are! You know what you want to achieve and you go after it –one step at a time. You work around obstacles in your way, and don’t let small setbacks discourage you. So it isn’t at all surprising you’ve met your goal.

Everyone who knows you will say you were meant to succeed.. And a lot of people have been pulling for you. Your positive outlook is contagious, and your determination is an inspiration to everyone around you.

You truly deserve it. Keep it up.