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Thursday, September 12

Letters to Romeo

*The blog title is adapted from the movie: Letters to Juliet.



Handwritten letters – it was a means of communication back in the day.

It’s a way of putting feelings, emotions, and/ or thoughts into writing; whether in cursive or in print.

I’ve just finished reading One Day by David Nicholls yesterday, and what I like about the story is that the female protagonist loves to write letters to his bestfriend–turned–lover.

I barely do handwritten letters anymore.

But if it’s a love letter, I think anyone would be compelled to write it by hand.

However, in this digital age, people would opt to write love letters via other means. It could be a tweet, an FB post; or better yet, a blog entry.

I think it would be quite interesting to read letters about those who have found love, searching for love, longing for love, waiting for love, and those who lost love.

Here are a few of them:

A Love Note, by yours truly 
To You, by Leo 
The Breakup, by Babit


I’d like to believe that once in your life, you have, in one way or another, written a love letter.

Care to share it me?

If it’s fine by you, I’ll add your link to the list.


Monday, October 29

Another Butterfly Story




It was a typical Monday morning.

It’s one of those Mondays that you would literally drag yourself out of bed to go to work. He blamed the long weekend for this.

He mustered all his strength to make his half asleep body to move and prep up.

He rode a tricycle, and once inside, he opened his bag to check if everything is there.

Wallet, check.
Coin purse, check.
Handkerchief, check.
Cellphones, check.
Charger, check.

While rummaging through the other stuff inside his bag, his peripheral view caught a glimpse of something pretty...




For some reason, a butterfly decided to accompany him on his tricycle ride.

Then he thought, “what is it with me and butterflies?”


Friday, June 22

Bipolar(ism)




My shrink told me to sleep
Xanax he says,
Valium I take.
Gulping it deep.

Drifting, drifting
Pupils constrict.
Mellow yellow,
My diary is writ.



 
It exists.

They exist.

And no, I'm not referring to those who think that they are; just for the heck of it.

I'm talking about those that have been diagnosed, clinically.

It's not an "in" thing, it's not cool, it doesn't add to your individuality.

It's serious.


***


I hope he's fine.

I hope you're OK.

I pray that all those that I know of are fine.



***




Believe me, you wouldn't wish it to be you...

Monday, April 30

The Things We Take for Granted

 
What do we take for granted? And is taking things for granted natural, or a mistake? Or somehow both?
  
~Jeremy Mason (The Soul Thief by Charles Baxter)

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