I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

misses. missing. missed.

January 26, 2008

So you wake up and realize there’s this bottomless pit inside you that’s eating your morning, or perhaps your entire life, away. Something you cannot fill. Something you cannot touch. But it’s there. Burrowing. Hurting. Gripping you. Plus, it doesn’t help when you have Iron and Wine strumming about stoned hearts and other inevitable sorrows of the human soul, at such a nostalgia-infested moment. 

You’re missing everything. Everyone. You miss the past. You miss the future. And you’re even missing the present. 

Two nights ago, you learned that you have a new ticket to deathville. And god, this little thing right here, it’s not even about that (ticket).  It’s not even about anything. Or that’s what you’re telling yourself. 

Haidee’s gramps died yesterday. Kuya Vince is trapped in Bangkok. There’s this guy you can’t get enough of. Your abdomen has gone ecstaticly in haywire.  Fought with your mom because you were both scared and pressured over the ticket (which could be nothing big a deal, really). Watched Gael Garcia Bernal in one of your recently seen weird films (The Science of Sleep) and cried for some outrageously weird reason. Your grades are depressingly disappointing. You’ve gone distant to a close friend because you’re an occasional asshole.

What else is there? Something else is there. And you can’t really just decide to tell everything about your recent life. 

But right now, all you want to say is that people should be allowed to mourn over unnamed things.  And that you don’t have to kill them asking for reasons why. Because life can simply be a semi-bitch just like that.

 

Current MoodNostalgic 

Posted by coriander at 7:22 am | permalink | comments[8]

     

January 2008
M T W T F S S
« Dec   Mar »
 123456
78910111213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031  

The Culprit

If you really wanna know, click me.

Fire Away

Aileen:

Dear Kim, I hope you’ll write again. I miss reading you. :)

Lurchie:

hello! :) just blog hopping from tinay’s blog. :)

jco8(unni):

hi hi~~
love your posts,,you’re an awesome writer..
btw ok lng ba link ko yung blog?thanks~~

batiriday:

hi coriander,thanks for visiting. i already linked u up:)

batiriday:

hi coriander, woww ang galing mong magsulat.is it ok if i’ll link you to my blog?thanks

maane:

Hi! Please do visit my blog @ indeliblenonsense.blogspot.com :)

justine:

ako pod mar.. hehehe :)

marz:

kimoi! dugay nko wla ka visit dri.. ahehehe

janis:

bloghop from http://janisvg.blogspot.com & http://foodiesfoodtrip.blogspot.com

tinay:

tol, kinsa ni gatawag nako amaw? haha. oi hilom ko kaayo in person :D naa pa koy utang nimo no? :D

inkoi:

kimz! kimoi! kikay! kikoy! kokay! kimoi! kimat! kimai! keme! kemz!.

IKAW HAP!

inkz:

amaw2x ka tinay!., ahahaha! pis., halu kimoie! –,

tinay:

tol, nabuang akong comment publishing :D

tinay:

ahem. hi crushes. pwede ta threesome? ;)

Chin:

mura jud mo ug lover. oist, di ta magkita this christmas or new year. di na mi kaadto sa inyong hardware store kay diri ra mi sa cebu - lisud travel na bibi. :( P.S mura jud mo ug uyab ni tinay. pagbantay ana niya. nahan pud na siya ug babay. hahaha.

otintinay:

kimaykiat, haha. dili na ko ka ym kung buntag. :D oi tawa ko sa imong mga comments. murag labers ta. pahipo nga bebe :P send me the song! puweeeaasee

coriander:

ate chin, daghan kaayong salamat. you inspire me to write. :)

coriander:

@tinay, nuuuude? LOL! T_T…
vonskie, maraming salamat sa pagvisit.
iskagero, link na din kita.
sa lahat, *grins*

tinay:

salamat kimay :) oi you have to see my nude pics :P naungas na. amping 666!

vonskie:

hello, just dropping by to say kumusta? :D

Leave a message ▼

Spies

web tracker

 

Sponsored Links