I woke up in a hotel room, although it’s more like an apartment. It was a bright daylight, and the sunshine was more accentuated by the room’s bright white walls. Pasted on two sides of the wall are rows and rows of unfinished paintings. A wide gigantic one with bright colors occupied one corner. Several [...]
Archive for June, 2011
Ivy and the Unfinished Paintings: Chapter 1
Posted in labour of love, tagged art, dream, fiction, human, love, writing on June 30, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Ivy and the Unfinished Paintings
Posted in light bulb moment, tagged art, dream, love, memories on June 28, 2011 | 1 Comment »
I had a weird dream this morning. In my dream, I woke up in a hotel room, although it’s more like an apartment. It was a bright daylight, and the sunshine was more accentuated by the room’s bright white walls. Pasted on two sides of the wall are rows and rows of unfinished paintings. A [...]
The Truth is I Always Lied
Posted in light bulb moment, tagged human, love, relationship, the red poppy, women on June 25, 2011 | 6 Comments »
I said I wish you nothing but happiness. But the truth is it’s killing me to see you happy while I’m dying inside. I secretly wish you too would feel my pain. That you’re at least half as miserable as me. I said you shouldn’t make your decisions around me and neither should I around [...]
June. How are Those New Year’s Resolutions Coming Along?
Posted in labour of love, tagged fear, human, life on June 23, 2011 | 2 Comments »
Time flies—as usual, faster than I think it should. It’s June, which is technically midyear. And if you had been reading my posts (in particular this one), you would know that midyear is an important checkpoint for my New Year’s resolutions. In other words, now is the proper time for a little evaluation. Honestly, I [...]
2 Minute Scene from the Red Poppy
Posted in labour of love, light bulb moment, tagged annoyance, human, the red poppy on June 10, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
I Hate You… I hate that you talk to me wisely and in all seriousness. I hate that you can read me loud and clear, passed through the humor and fake laughter. I hate that you scent my nervousness and disquiet. I hate that you catch my core vulnerable and insecure. But most of all, [...]