Bury my pride
Reach out in the open
Hold my sanity, heart in chain
Hello, wonderful people! It’s been a very long time since I joined Sonya’s Three Line Tales. I more than miss it. So here I am, making up for all the loss. I can’t help but smile at this. You may want to join us too. For instructions, kindly click here:
He came after her
Not knowing what life has to offer.
He said this is no coincidence
True love always finds its way.
She said, his mind is in disarray.
***Tanka poem is very similar to Haiku but it has more syllables and it uses simile, metaphor, and personification. There are five lines in a Tanka.
Hello, wonderful people in blog-o-sphere! It’s been awhile since I’ve written a ‘Weekly Quotes To Ponder‘ post. For the benefit of those who just visited or stumbled upon this blog, I would like to say that this is supposed to be an every Wednesday feature. However, due to circumstances beyond my control, this part of my blog have taken into hiatus for the past couple of months.
‘No man is an island‘, as the saying goes. I’m sure most of us would agree that we need other people to survive in this world. The quote above resonated with me. I’ve been stuck in a difficult situation these days and is almost on the verge of giving up. I’ve never felt so worthless in my life, not until last week, where I failed miserably in resolving the financial crisis that we have. I lost my full-time work-from-home job, my internet connection has been restrained due to my unpaid balance, not to mention the lack of financial support from my partner abroad. I can’t help but wonder, how could this world be so cruel to me that it’s doing everything it could to pin me down?
Today, I just nailed down a new Telemarketing job with the help of a friend who is actually struggling with a more financial crisis than I could possibly imagine. Her family could hardly eat a decent meal a day. And yet here she is, still able to help others in her own way. I am so blessed to have known her. I pray to our God Almighty that she would be able to hang on and survive her own troubles.
I may not be able to do so much for her for now but I gave her some words of encouragement and assured her that if there’s anything I can do to help her, she need not think twice to reach out to me. As I always say, the best is yet to come…
I would be delighted to read your thoughts about the quote I shared. Have a wonderful week to you all!
I just had an interview with a prospective client. I could still hear the beating of my heart. Too loud that my eardrums are almost blown apart. And to my chagrin, he did very well in pointing out every grammatical error I committed in the entire interview. I then started to utter, ‘Mother Mary, comfort me’ at the back of my head. The more I feel conscious the more that I lost focus.
That moment is supposed to be mine. A moment where I could shine the brightest. In an instant, all preparations I’ve made have been gone in thin air. Am I to expect an employment out of that disaster. I don’t think so.
When we are easily distracted, we eventually lost our focus that’s why it is very important to arm ourselves with a strong will in each and every battle we face in this life. A will that could not be easily shaken. Do you agree?
For days, she dreaded to look at her reflection in the mirror. Twenty-four by seven, seven days a week. These words kept on reverberating in her head. Then it would be followed by a certain memory that kept bugging her every time she would attempt to examine her life these past few months. ‘Yours is a face that could launch a thousand ships.’ She heard it from the very man she hold dear. He’s long gone. But their memories are as vivid as her wild imagination. She is a novelist by heart.
Born with a silver spoon, she always thought that she is the master of her own universe. That she can just rearrange the stars to her favor and all circumstances will bow and kneel before her. Someone who wouldn’t accept no for an answer. She is, indeed, full of herself.
That was the last entry. She’s been working on her fifth novel for nth weeks now. Turning the moon into the sun, the sun into the moon and yet she’s still unable to finish the introduction. So, everything is wrong with her now? She thought, she can always cheat time. She’s pathetic. Coffee is now coursing through her veins. Sleep deprivation has taken its toll on her once radiant face.
She fought tooth and nail to have that confidence to look at herself in the mirror.
At an instant, she whispered softly … ‘time to pamper me‘.
I have never felt this cold before. It’s as if I am inside a refrigerator waiting to be frozen to death and to meet oblivion. I feel more than numb, the excruciating pain I felt a couple of minutes ago is gone. I fell into a deep slumber. But before my consciousness left me, I finally utter my last prayer, that if ever fate would be kind enough to wake me up, I would be given a chance to find the man of my dreams alone and free.
I ache to see his eyes burn for me, so intense that it could melt my heart in seconds. I want to feel the warmth of his touch, that lingering embrace that makes me feel secure. I would love to see us holding hands in public. Kissing me softly in front of other people. I would like to show the whole world that he is mine and I am his. That our love could outshine even the hotness of the sun.
This is in response to a Saturday blogging event hosted by Linda G. Hill entitled, Stream of Consciousness Saturday
This may be late but better be late than never. Cheers!
Hi there people! It’s been awhile since I joined a blogging event because of my full-time work as a Freelancer. But since we don’t have work for this week, I have time to write on my blog and I couldn’t be happier.
Above is my entry for this ‘Experimental Haiku’ that tells a story with a minimum of words. If you’re following this blog, you’ll know that I am fond of writing brief and meaningful tale out of stunning photo prompts.
I never felt safe and warm with someone other than him. Whenever I feel anxious and panicky, I just think of leaning my head on his shoulder or putting my face on his chest while I take a deep breath and everything seems to be alright.
Do you believe that the best love is unexpected? That you just don’t pick someone and cross your fingers that it’ll work out? That love, at first sight, is but a tip of the ice burg? When I talk and notice the way his lips curve when he smiles or the glow in his eyes while he listens to me without batting an eyelash. But of course, love is more of a decision not just feelings. When the other person becomes difficult to deal with and yet you stayed, that’s when you’ll know that it’s love. Genuine love is selfless and full of hope.
Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love…
This really beats me. Whenever I encounter a place we’ve been, I can’t help but reminisce everything we’ve shared. His smell still lingers in our bed, and even in my head. I crave for his presence now that we’re a thousand miles apart and I doubt if I could ever love this way again.
Time stood still
When we’re together
This emptiness inside, you fill
And I couldn’t get better
Fate may be cruel, unfair
Yet you break through it
With iron will
Faced it with good intent
Truly, you are beyond compare
I always want you near
Whisper my name softly in my ear
Take me to places I’ve never been
Dance together in the rain
Hold each other amidst pain
And whenever we’re apart
think that our heart beats as one
It has been about four months now since I landed a full time home based job as a Technical Support/Sales and it’s been about that period that I haven’t written any article in this blog aside from this monthly blogging event, #mymonthlymemories. A big shout out to a pretty blogger, Basant She of The Socially Anxious Extrovert for coming up with such an amazing idea of making a journal in one’s blog in at least once a month. I would be delighted for you to read other’s entries and more if you’d join us as well. For instructions, kindly click here.
Timing has never been this cruel. Every attempt of doing things right within my perceived time frame is not working for me these days. This is just so ridiculous and unfair. I am having difficulty understanding what the universe is trying to tell me.
Good timber does not grow with ease.
The stronger the wind the stronger the trees. – Thomas S. Monson
Truth be told, I am not a patient person. I despise having to wait, especially if it is something that could be done right away. I know we cannot outrun time let alone snatch back moments that passed us by. Our situation last week has been tougher than tough. It was as if all forces in heaven and on earth is in connivance to pin me down. It was awful. Every twist and turn of events, obviously, isn’t in my side. I’m on the verge of breaking down. I’ve never felt so dragged and exhausted, never felt so mocked and helpless.
I love those random memories that makes me smile;
no matter what’s going on in my life right now.
I’m not trying to be funny here, forgive me that this may turn out to be a rant o a way to vent my frustrations with life. Believe me, I didn’t mean to sound like that. I’m not begging for sympathy, I am just being kind to myself by de-cluttering my mind and detoxifying my soul. This is my blog, anyway. I would do anything I can to lessen my burden because my children still needs me. With God’s help and mercy, I know these difficulties shall pass. I just need to keep the faith, hold on, and keep on moving forward no matter what.
Here’s hoping beyond hopes for a wonderful and fruitful September for all of us. Cheers!