Getting hit by a freight train feels like this...

Hand to heart Heart in hand As the sun shone behind his face He stared at his reflection on a glass pane And moved to the rhythm of her beating heart Believing for a moment that it could be his Even if he thought it could only happen in his dreams That he would be able to hold her and Embrace her and make her his Hand to heart Heart in hand He watched her He watched her move sinuously To the sound of another man's heart He watched her move He watched her laugh He listened to her giggle He listened to her sigh She teased She smiled And finally, she looked his way Hand to heart Heart in hand He made his way across the room To where she stood Mouth dry Mind blank He walked slowly, deliberately Until he was right in front of her Hand to heart Heart in hand Honey-brown eyes met warm, chocolate-browns He took her hand in his And gave her his heart "Here is my heart Do as you see fit Although I wish that you will take care of it In case it bre

Grammatically incorrect statements, whether written or verbal, ticks me off big time.  You can say that this is one of my major pet peeves, having been raised in a house where your mom is a grammar-nazi.  Also, I grew up with cousins who spent almost their entire lives in Canada and barely spoke Filipino at all, which caused me to learn Tagalog quite late in my youth. Now, don't get me wrong, guys.  I have nothing against our native tongue.  I'm actually quite fond of speaking in Filipino and had become quite fluent in it as I grew older, but the English language is my bread and butter.  You see, I work in a call center. Working in a call center exposes you to so many things, and one of them is bad grammar.  Agents saying "Can I hold you for a while?" instead of saying "May I put you on hold?" to their clients or "I'll gonna be able to..." instead of "I will be able to..." are just some of the statements that would burn through yo

Do you know how it's like to feel too much? Have you ever felt so much you thought you're going to explode? You practically crawl out of your skin because all the emotions are so overwhelming -- too overwhelming -- that you don't know what to do with yourself anymore? To feel pain ripping through your chest like it was nothing but a piece of flimsy paper? I do. Every. Fucking. Day. I feel too much. I'm not talking about empathy. I'm talking about pure, unadulterated emotions coursing through your entire body your chest feels too tight; your skin stretched too thin. You want to scream, hurl, laugh, cry, puke, pass out...anything. Just fucking anything to stop wave after wave after wave of emotion from washing over you like the surf breaking on rocks. Have you ever cried so hard you actually ended up short of breath? Sobs so heart and gut-wrenching that whoever overhears the sounds that you make will think that some kind of animal is hurt. But then

Well, until nothing really. I used to blog avidly until living life as an adult with too many responsibilities on her plate took over my life. I barely write anymore. Even the fiction stuff I'm writing had to take a backseat. And I hate myself for it. My blogspot account is still active, but I have deleted my old music-themed blog from there. I lost all interest in blogging, but now, I feel like I want to do so again, if only to get my groove back when it comes to writing. I'm a very talented writer, and this is not just me being all "mayabang" or anything. I have a way with words. Now, the question is...would you read what I write? I don't want to use my LiveJournal account for it because that is a completely different avenue of thought all together, but I'm thinking of reviving my blogspot. Maybe I should try blogging again...whether or not I have readership, maybe I should. Won't lose anything if I try, right? And I do have another tab open and lo