My two cents...

I haven't been writing since forever, and receiving a little message saying "thank you for your writing" is maybe the best surprise I could dream about :)

The way I write.... I think there is no surprise, no magic trick, no secret. I write about things I know, or that touches me... In what I write, there is always me, of course. I think you have to be at least a bit narcissist to write. Behind the writing, which is a liberating act per se, there is the secret hope, or the open hope, to be read, to be acknowledged, and, to be loved.

If, by our writing, we can go as far as touching people, and bringing them a little piece of smile, then, even better :)


I wrote this little nothing for two reason : 1° I love writing about a fictional me, and her real husband. 2) I wanted to thank elder for his Christmas tale, that was maybe the biggest forum surprise I ever had. I should have said, reason 1) and reason 1), there is no hierarchy between those two reasons.

I seen that little story in my mind, I am happy to have written it the way I felt it.

Doc... I just read your PM, and I disconnected... I am sorry about that, but I feel like I owe you an explanation... I don't know how to react to such mark of gratitude and friendship, I just do not have the words myself... If I hide behind inuchan's words, then it becomes easier, maybe it's the shyness still in me, I do not know...

Take care always, Doc, my friend.... If one day you read these words, know that you are a person I highly appreciate the advice of, and the personality :) I never got the chance to meet you, but you are part of those real people that makes me want to be a better person :)


Sis, you rule :)




mahal kita, kahit magkalayo kayo ^^

happysad

from an Imessenger discussion:

ichiban:"we cannot say we are happy or sad. true happiness is hindered by our daily worries, and true sadness does not befall us : i cannot say i am sad when i have the man of my life near me, and a happy life, by world's standard"
ichiban: "i am fine, i am tired, i am less happy, or a bit sad"
ichiban: "but i am never in a state i call desperate. i leave that to real people in need, or drama queens. not for me, sorry"
ichiban: hehe
ichiban: ym:P

work-in-progress...

Maybe I better erase it all.... I cannot finish this... *siiiiiiiigh*

Hate me
(Wednesday, 1 »th march, 2007 /***’s status)


-Why don’t you just go away and hate me ?

His words had taken her aback with such violence she could feel Goosebumps slowly creeping down her spine. Even the hot coffee couldn’t completely ease the feeling of guilt she now felt. How did it all come to that situation, how had they fallen so far apart each other?

She swallowed her tears, as well as her pride. A little voice inside her was whispering she couldn’t save the whole universe, easing the misery and sorrows of each sad soul. He was special to her allright. But was she special in any way to him?

The coffee felt warm and bitter to the mouth. A bit like life at times. Not a honey-sweetened herbal tea, just a black, strong thing you had to swallow entirely. She smiled. Even now she felt the urge to make a whole story out of it. She was helpless, wasn’t she?

What was no fiction though, was the literally desperate look in his eyes. Just a flicker, buried deep down under the hatred, the loathed feelings. Was it towards her only? Or did he aimed all those feelings toward him?

She couldn’t say, she admitted. Knowing him for too little time, not even sure what she would do would help.

- OK. I’ll do that. Remember I am still around if you need me.

She then had left. Fighting against the urge of turning back, watching him go away, or maybe hoping for him watching her. She had reached the next Starbucks in what seemed like ages. When she turned away, the crowd had swallowed him up entirely.

Where had he gone, she couldn’t tell. Maybe going back home. Or walking around, maybe he was near. She poured some milk in the coffee, soothing both taste and warmth. Near the cup (caffe latte, yes just that, please), her cellphone. No call. No texts. She sighed, and took one more sip.

Maybe it was really life like. Getting bitter, and angry, but finally we all know the anger would recede. Until the next surge of course, but it wasn’t a permanent state, was it? She smiled, and finished the sweet, almost cold beverage. She frowned a bit. She definitely didn’t like sugar in her caffe, latte or not.

Marie Digby

A friend of mine sent me those young singer/songwriter's covers of "Umbrella" and "Gimme more"...


It's Bluffing !

The young lady is half Japanese/half Irish, learns her songs by heart (no tabs!), and is preparing an upcoming album :)


All the best to you Marie, you are really talented !!!



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