The Novelist

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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 to 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 this nth novel for 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 always 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‘.

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Beyond Hope #SoCS

beyond.jpgI 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.

 

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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.

 

Greetings!

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!

Imagination Without Limits at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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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.

 

Fondness for Him

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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.

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One Beat

couple.jpgTime 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

-MNEMOSYNE

My Monthly Memories: August 2K17

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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.

 

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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!

 

 

My Monthly Memories: July 2K17

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This must be one hell of a rough month in blogging I must say. I’ve attempted a couple of times to write and post an article and to my dismay, unable to. I’ve never felt so helpless and weak with my blog before. It’s as if one of my dreams is dying on me. But I won’t let this continue. I would do everything I could to keep this blog even if it would mean taking an hour out of my sleeping time to make up for all the loss. I’m just so thankful that there are still people who’d spare a couple of minutes of their precious time to check on my posts, hit like, write a comment. For all fellow bloggers who followed my blog, let me express how grateful I am, you’re all awesome.

 

brilliantI love those random memories
That makes me smile;
No matter what’s going on
In my life right now…

This is in response to a blogging event, entitled #mymonthlymemories hosted by a friend-blogger, of The Socially Anxious ExtrovertYou may want to visit her wonderful blog and find articles worthy to read. Better yet, join us in writing your monthly memories about what transpired in your blog and in your life every month. Nostalgia is always a good thing. It paints a smile on our lips whenever it reminds us of things that happened in the past that’s worth remembering, things that made us so happy. Making us realize how beautiful life could be no matter what is in front of us in the present, may it bad, or worse. And when everything seems to go down the drain, it is what keeps us our sanity and our drive for success. I always find delight in sharing a part of myself and writing a monthly journal, as I put it, is one way to declutter my mind, relieve my soul from too many burdens. Thus, making room for positive thoughts and feelings.

July’s definitely a hectic and productive month when it comes to working from home. I was able to land additional part time job as an email responder. I just started last week and now awaiting my first salary this coming Friday.  The pay is not that decent compared to my full time job as a Technical Support/Sales Representative but at least it will still help us with our growing everyday expenses. As I always say, we can only do so much and part of me is not pleased since I am way behind with all the blogging event I join every week. It’s really hard to keep up.

I won’t promise but I’m confident enough to be back with a bang. I know I’m way past contemplating. still, I believe that God gave us the ability to do what we want and need to do as long as we put our minds to it and do it with hope and dedication. Here’s cheering for an amazing August.