Silent Conversations

...when she's tired of ranting out loud...

i want to write well.

i wish i could write like my friends, grammar and syntax- wise, i mean.  i have my own absurdities to muse about you know. i dont know how i end up being such a crappy writer. hmm. probably because i didnt study it or never had the interest to capture a reading audience.  i'm better at expounding topics extemporaneously, (or so i think) or during intimate conversations with equally quirky individuals.

so, what the heck. if there is anything wrong with the way i write based on whatever counts. my apologies. however, if you still manage to get my point in the end, it only proves that you're smart. okay, more articulate than me. my congratulations to you.

that's about it. yeah, yeah. got more serious stuff to mull over but instead i chose to ramble about my writing style.

shallow deep my thoughts are.

ciao.

posted by: wawayni at 00:17 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

interesting thoughts from the barracks a.k.a staff lounge at work.

 

sometimes, the best way to find your way is to get lost.

- pheng

 

you do some shit, and carry on.

- patrick

 

black is a tone.

- scott

 

it takes time, dont worry too much (or something like that)

- mike

 

philippines? but you're greek??!!

- alberto

 

let's break some of those barriers you got there.

- luke

(just entered the room) are we talking about sex??

- leigh

 

tu hablas espanol?

- daniel

because of them going to work seems less mundane. (but there are crappy days too, of course) keep up the good work guys!

btw, i'm the only rose among the thorns.

 

posted by: wawayni at 23:44 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

 i said i am going to write about you. i didnt know that my hands today will compel me to do it now nor my emotions will overflow, so before they drown me, here's what i have to say...

Dear you,

thank you for the short time you held my hand and told me everything was going to be okay. it was funny how we first met . i recognized you, because of your words and as i stood there face to face with you  i knew that they came from that beautiful heart.

if my prentension blinds you, it is perhaps the best way out. you shall not seeme, and my glow of wisdom shall find me an escape, the way it had done so painfully before. i speak deeply, but i know you understand. this what makes you so different. please prove them all wrong.

perhaps, i will meet you again. changes will transform us creatively and without shame. our friends will see it and our hearts will faint. but surely, something never forgets.

bo go ship-po yo....

sincerely,

me

posted by: wawayni at 01:29 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

i miss mcdo chicken and rice...

posted by: wawayni at 15:52 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

i still believe in fairy-tales.

 

i thought i've given up this corny side of me, but there it is. just patiently awaiting my return.

i welcome healing and the joy of not knowing.

===  ===

 

come my dear, let's catch up.  hope had invited us before misery.

take my hand, but if you need to let go. i'll understand.

til we meet again. til our paths show us the way. the mirage of beauty and madness our guide.

 

 

and here's my favorite fairy-tale.. EVER AFTER.

truly, happiness is.

posted by: wawayni at 23:19 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

this song makes me want to run in the rain. embrace a stranger. eat a sneakers bar. hug my friends. dance with Charming. fly!!!

Black roses Red

by ALANA GRACE

can i ask you a question please,
promise you won't laugh at me
honestly, I'm standing here
afraid I'll be betrayed
as twisted as it seems
i only feel love when it's in my dreams
so let in the morning light and let the darkness fade away

can you turn my black roses red,
can you turn my black roses red

drowning in my loneliness
how long must i hold my breath?
so much emptiness inside,
i could fill the deepest sea
i reach to the sky as the moon looks on
my one last tear has come and gone
i'm dying to let your love rain down on me

can you turn my black roses red,
can you turn my black roses red,
can you turn my black roses red

chorus:
cause Im feelin like i'll blame it on love


can you turn my black roses red,
can you turn my black roses red,
can you turn my black roses red

 

 

posted by: wawayni at 22:45 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

i will write about you one of these days .

that's all for now.

posted by: wawayni at 16:35 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

stumped.

conversation on the train with scott (australian) and patrick (irish).

scott and patrick: talking about some foreign music icon. i was day dreaming.

scott: (realized i was there and quipped) karla, do you listen to (*some parts missing*) ... music?

i didnt know what to say, so i just gave my best shot at embarrassing myself further. *sigh*

karla: nope. that's why im so quiet over here. (wrong move, it only made my good ole friend scott divert  the attention to me).

scott: do you like swimming?

karla: i cant swim. (quick surrender)

scott: okay, that's a no. um..

scott: okay, what do you really like???

patrick: (being charming and awaiting my reply)

karla: (ah, a slumnote question)..... (whatta, i cant think of any).... (you like something, right??!) ..... (for crying out loud girl, say something!!!) i opened my mouth and the only thing i could say was: I liiiiike ........  (you have to put a verb after that weary introduction you know, in the present progressive form)........ (finally)... coffee!!! ( that's a noun!!)

 

made scotty, lean and expect more verbs in their present prog. tense. (all ears, eyes anticipating *blink* *blink*).

 

karla: singing...um, meeting people, um... (how interesting... bleh.) um... (say something to patrick, goodness! you need time). patrick can you hear me from there?

patrick: (smiling) yeah, i can hear some of what you're saying. ( charming. just charming.)

karla: i'm sorry scott, there may be a lot of things i like that i'm not aware of.

scott: oh no, its okay. no problem at all. that's fine.

patrick: (is your code name Charming?)

                                              train announcement       - shinjuku desu -

karla: (what do i really like?)

 

i still don't know.

posted by: wawayni at 22:34 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (3) ]

this is not just a messy room.

 

this is where, i decided to become a teacher.

this is where my friends cried, pulled their hair  after every break, indulged on forbidden gossips and borrrowed or stole my books and game boards.

this is where i whispered countless prayers to my loving Creator.

this is where some of my most cherished friendship were formed.

this is where, i understood my limitations and capabilities.

this is where, the KJ my friends know now, found herself.

in that tiny room. 

 

 

posted by: wawayni at 00:15 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (1) ]

top 5 fears i embraced and said goodbye to.

1.) mackie.

time spent running away from this fear  = 1 year.

2.) the dentist chair.

time spent running away from this fear  = 8 years.

3.) japan trains.  

time spent .. you get the picture?.. = 2 years.

4.) working hard.

time   = all my life. haha.

5.) getting lost.

time = since i came to japan and had no choice but to travel on my own.

i'm sure there are more. but there's no point rushin'. every fear has its day.

posted by: wawayni at 16:45 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

help me keep up.

posted by: wawayni at 01:04 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (4) ]

DELAYED REACTION

my music shuffle share.

source of this fun: ate ida

How are you feeling today?
Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) -

Will you get far in life?
I Me You I'm Yours (Jim Noir) - oohh -

How do your friends see you?
From the Inside Out (United we stand)-

Will you get married?
Light  years away (Mozella)... - nooooo!!!! -

What is your best friend's theme song?
Hold on hope (Scrub OST-Guided by voices) - 

What is the best thing about your friends?
Good Life (Francis Dunnery) - 

What is today going to be like?
Open your eyes (Snow patrol) - 

What is in store for this weekend?
Miss Halfway (Anya Marina) -

What song Describes you?
None but Jesus (United we stand) - whew!

To describe your grandparents?
Coffee and Cigarettes (Michelle Featherston) -

How is your life going?
Semi-Charmed Life (Third Eye Blind) -

What song will they play at your funeral?
All in my head (Shawn Mullins)-

How does the world see you?
Wake me up (Green Day)- 

Will you have a happy life?
He Hasn't (Avril Lavigne)- 

What do your friends really think of you?
Get to me (Train) -

Do people secretly lust after you?
Cruel (Calexico/Garden Ruin)-

How can I make myself happy?
Breathe (Michelle Branch)-

What should you do with your life?
Waiting on the world to change (John Mayer) -

Will you ever have children?
How do you love (Collective Soul) - nyark! 

 

What is the story of your life?
How to save a life (The Fray)- 

What was high school like?
The time has come (United we stand) - i was probably always late 

How can you get ahead in life?
Always Love (Nada Surf) - ehem...

posted by: wawayni at 00:59 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments (2) ]

i know someone who is very miserable.

if she's asked to choose between happiness and grief, im sure

she will choose the latter.i dont like it when she's like this.

but what i think or feel doesnt matter. sometimes i want to give up

on her."why cant you stop looking at the dark side of life?"

she always responds with a guilt-inflicting cry. i would often find her

sitting under the big whatever-is-the-name of that tree,  

 

 

  pretending to read.

but i know what's going on. i hate looking into her eyes.

they are very weary and captivating at the same time. i like it

better when she isnt looking at me. when are you going to give up?

pls. stop somewhere... just stop.

posted by: wawayni at 23:29 | link | whisper it to me, baby [ comments ]

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