Love starts at the fifth tick of the second hand, notice it after five days, develops in five months and expires in five years. tolerable number of strikes.., five. Tolerable number of mistakes.., five it's THE RULE OF FIFTHS.

The Stranger OVER a Bottle



She’s a demure girl. She’s gentle and soft. She can’t even utter harsh words. She’s young. She’s beautiful as what she thinks. She’s intelligent as she appears to be. She’s curvaceous as her physical shape projects. She’s charming and cute as her girl friends say. She is but really simple, simplicity that almost defy her beauty, simplicity that almost decay her elegance.She's dark but pale. she's dark and spotted. she's seductive. she's dark that makes her sexy. she's dark that makes her insecure. her girl friends think she got everything except a beautiful skin.

Her story doesn’t seem to touch others. She seem very happy outside but others don't know how miserable she is inside. Goods and evils of the world are fighting in her heart. Those thoughts are locked up in her close mind and weak in. Her appearance is a contradictory of what she is. they don't know how she suffer every time she hear the appraisals of her girl friends. She should be thankful but she's doing the opposite. she doesn't know why she feels that way. It's maybe because her girl friends could appreciate her, the entire her, but the one she love the most does not. the one whom she offered her love doesn't know how to appreciate beauty in different angles and senses.


her friends are her strenght, a strenght almost as equal as what she get from her family, supportive and thoughtful. but her friends seem to be like her family then. they don't seem to understand her. she seem to be unreachable.everybody's close to her but everybody seem to be so far. she seem to be locked up in an invisible box that no one ever dare to unlock and save her from loneliness. not until she came to know a stranger.

She met a tall, slender, lonely stranger.And she came to know him better over a bottle of Generoso.
He's kind. he's cute. he's kind and he's kind.
He came across her life in the midst of he lonesomeness, amidst her heartaches. He was there before her lovetale started and he became the witness when they broke up. he was there, still there.

He's a stranger she came to know so well as days of the semester passed, getting to know each other over a bottle of Generoso. A stranger is no more a stranger. She explored the stranger's thoughts and insights, heart and longing over a bottle of Generoso. Masks of pretensions were stripped away and true identity was revealed over a bottle of Generoso. She recognize a friend and a true lover over a bottle of Generoso.
Everything started or will she say everything ended over a bottle of Generoso.

the moment has turned the girl into a true woman. the moment has transformed her into a new person. she didn't become bad. she just peeled off her not being "her". It was a start of a true her. but also a start of her true heartaches.

They talked over a bottle of alchohol. the stranger cracked some jokes and she laughed her heart out. she laughed and laughed. They got drunk. HE kissed HER. SHE kissed HIM.they KISSED. Their lips touched each other's and ignited. the moment was heated up.. They again requested for another bottle of Generoso. everything was just a rewind. they talked, they laughed, and they kissed. They kissed again and again, a kiss she can never forget, a kiss that haunts her everytime she remembers the moment, A KISS SHE FIRST HAD, a kiss she was thankful for.
She's greatful to know a man through a stranger over a bottle of alchohol. a stranger who will bring an endless smile to her, having in mind her UNforgettable kiss.


TALE UNTOLD...


It was summer 2007 when I came to know better this lovely person.
He's nice and handsome... but for others,
He's pretty...


I first saw him 2nd sem SY2006-2007. I was struck by his deep brownish black eyes. In my sight they were sparkling.They were as graceful as the way he danced. They were lovely. By then I've got a crush on him. The seed of admiration had been sought in the soil of my wounded HEART. He's my Mr.MOVER.My mover I never expected to be with...

It was summer...It started.

It was summer when I busted my first official suitor. By that time too, my long-time agony of loving a person who doesn't even care was about to end... my love to Mr."musician" . But the hurt still lingers.. after summer...


It was summer when I thought tears won't moisten my cheeks anymore, but I was definitely WRONG...that was the beginning of another story of grief.
1st sem Sy07-08, MR. mover came really...really close to me.., after our "getting-to-know-summer ". I look at him... and I don't believe that someone would look... stare at him the way I do.
I wasn't in love yet... It's the feeling of security every time he's with me.. A feeling I could say, ONLY HIM could make me feel. Towards the end of the semester, I then realized I fall unexpectedly.Another tale came gradually. I chose to ignore it.. I choose to believe it's a lie... I choose to believe what I believe is true... But scenes flashed before my very eyes...

Then came a realization after the previous realization... my Mr. MOVER is unknown ... Unknown, unknown.. unknown..

It was summer when their affair sprouted from a seed of friendship... my Mr.mover and Mr. nice guy...

I could see his acts.. his looks... very deceiving... very ambiguous...
for how many months.. I could interpret then what those mean..
I see myself trapped in a very complicated chain of hopeless romanticism. a chain I never imagined I'll be a part of...
I have decided to discontinue the foolishness of my naive blood-pumping HEART...


a year had passed.. we're on our 3rd year now... I guess every thing's OK ... but I was WRONG . . .

again.....

It was summer 2008 when I met MR. HYMN...

He was nice... very loving and thoughtful... he became my first REAL-LIFE LOVE TALE
. . . but every thing was ruined... I don't know.. there was a tragic change
he. . . I... went very... very.. very busy... no time... full of space...
He's so close... but seemed to be a miles away...
..We only reached our first monthsary... 5 days later, he broke up with me..
..I wish to hold him back.. but my conviction told me...
"let him go...He doesn't deserve you...you'll find someone better"
...
during the time Mr.HYMN
was courting me... I felt something strange with my Mr.mover,..
He became sooooo sweet to me... sooooo thoughtful than ever before... to the extent that I thought he was courting me too... but that time, I've really decided to forget my feelings for him... my wasted effort of loving someone who loves somebody else... but I still am thankful... because I KNOW... he Cannot find on me What he had found on Mr. Nice guy.

The chain of Hopeless romanticism was brought out to life again when revelations of shocking stories was slapped before my cheeks...
I refused to believe .... but evidences were really obvious... seeing these evident evidences, willingly, I stepped out of the chain. And never wished to be part of it AGAIN...

Mr.mover has this friend... a gentleman of talents.. he's
Mr. color
he nice and sweet... he's really huggable..
seeing Mr. nice guy made his heart beat ever different than before...
I don't know.. I thought things like those only happen in movies and films.. but
no!!
they exist...

I have this friend.. A very pretty.. inside out... considerable true and ever NOT Plastic...
.. SHE is ms.MAGNET...
she's been the witness of my ups and downs...
magnet is different... I never had a friend as true as her...
she's my home... sometimes.. my strength..












to be continued...c",)




Unexpected FALL


He's close...
Very near that i could almost touch his nose... Thier nose..
i could never imagine i'm hanging out with these beautiful people...inside out
I get used to it.. the laughters they brought to my life... the confusion i wish i won't figure out.
i'll miss him.. I'll miss them...
too much for roaming around the bush.. my point is... behind all those friendly outs, those friendly conversation, those friendly hugs... i hve malice on my mind...
I faLL... and Im falling...

is it wrong to fall in love in several... ???
i get confused.. i'm rotting inside... i'm dying...