It’s you.

Like in movies, there’s always a song associated with every beautiful moment. Sometimes in real life, it’ll happen. And everything in that moment will feel in perfect order that you don’t even realize you’re in the middle of your own movie scene. It’s only until you hear the song again alone that you remember. Remember where it took you. Remember how it felt. Remember who you shared it with. And that’s when you remember that sometimes the best things in life, aren’t things.

She held her arm out of the window and let her fingers dance with the wind. Letting this song glide into the entrance of her ears, as she closed her eyes and lightly swayed her head with the melody. Absorbing the sunshine into her skin, leaving her tone just a little more caramel. Zooming through the freeway so fast that the cars started to look like marbles, glistening in the sun as she left them all behind. So fast, that the trees looked like they were never ending. So fast, that she felt like she was the hurricane, taking over all that wasn’t hers. So fast that the speed pushed their arms to touch while switching lanes. Skin on skin, with a sign of light sweat. She almost forgot that she wasn’t alone. She opened her eyes to remind herself. She gazed at the path ahead, wondering if it was possible for the road to devour her and take her into a whole new world. She turned and saw you. And what seemed like just a casual glance before, felt like something completely different now. Her look fixated on the profile of your face. Studying the way your eyes always appeared so sad while your lips said otherwise. Traced the line of your sharp jaw with her pupils. And when she almost thought you were unreal, you slowly meet her stare. One quick second of contact, she was breathless. Her heart felt light. She knew no words. The feeling of silent simplicity and ultimate content kicks in. And you break a grin at her while you return your eyes to the road. The intermission before the climax. The small open window of realization that this exactly where she wants to be. The moment she realizes that it’s you. And what that means exactly, she still has yet to understand. But she know’s it real. And when she finds something real, she keeps it close and dear to her heart, because everybody wants it. Everybody wants this feeling. And only few can really say they’ve felt it. So she rides it. This feeling. Like its a white unicorn on a merry-go-round while she’s going circles in a kaleidoscope. Is it possible to fall in love all over again but want nothing out of it except for this exact moment? She melts into the song, holding on to nothing but these sweet words of the chorus:

And without you I can’t be,

You’re the universe to me,
You’re the air in my lungs,
You’re the fields where I run,
You’re the sky where I’m floating,

It’s you, you, you, you.

And without you I can’t be,

You’re the universe to me,
You’re the air in my lungs,
You’re the fields where I run,
You’re the sky where I’m floating.”

A painted silly smile on her face while her heart beats to that majestic drop. She looks back at you to find that you both are sharing this song. And it’s completely child-like and innocent. But this moment wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else. Its only because it’s you, it’s you.

Anonymous said: How come you no write anymoe?

You miss me? I’ll be writing again soon. Thank you for keeping me in mind :)

Guitar Strings.

Name one scar your character has?

She has nice legs. From a distance, with dim light and shorts that come just above the knee. She used to hide it in embarrassment. Pulls down her skirt when it rises just above the line. Avoided dresses because they always swung wildly. But once, just once, she got intimate under the dark sky. Lights off. She felt invisible. And with blind eyes, they touched each other using lips and fingertips, and melted their bodies together with the heat of the moment. After, they laid there, hands interlocked. With an exhale of her cigarette smoke, she let go of all insecurities. He turned on the light to search for her face. Her body was spilled onto the bed and her legs shimmered from sweat. She was beautiful. He examined her feet while she giggled. He scanned her ankles and followed the glow up to her thighs. She followed his gaze. He saw it. She held in her breath. He touched it. She didn’t move, as if she were holding a red cape in front of a bull. Her eyes fixated on the location of his fingers. He traced the deep faded lines engraved into her porcelain skin lightly like he was strumming a guitar. She felt the touch, on her leg, into her soul, sparking the blood in her heart, electrifying every bone in her body, waking every emotion she’s ever known. She felt the touch. She let the tears slide down her face onto her naked chest. And without words spoken, he heard her everything she wanted to say.

tongankid said: I hope to find someone who loves me as much as you love your guy(:

You will, if you haven’t already. You probably don’t have to look hard, sometimes ‘the ones’ are among people you already know. ;)

2,525.9

10.) Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable.

I guess you can say the turning point is when he leaves. Even in letters and short phone calls, nothing made me feel closer then to actually be… close. Because when you argue, you can’t Skype hug it out. You can’t smell his skin through the cell phone. You can’t interlock fingers through text messages. The closest you can get to each other are the 10 numbers you touch on your keypad to connect, but even that sometimes gets blocked with a voicemail because the 3 hour difference meant he was already sleeping. I guess you can say the turning point is when I decided to follow. Leaving behind everything and anything familiar that I felt, to move somewhere unknown. To be somewhere unknown closer to a familiar feeling. That’s you. I packed my life in two suitcases. I kept my family and friends neatly tucked into the inbox of my phone. And I flew. 2,525.9 miles away for love. 2,525.9 miles away for real hugs after arguments. 2,525.9 miles away for the scent of your cologne. 2525.9 miles away to hold hands. 2525.9 miles away to only use the phone to call you and tell you I’m heading over, because there was no 3 hour difference.

TURNING POINT: noun; A time at which a decisive change in a situation occurs, esp. one with beneficial results.

The definition states ‘beneficial results’. But I’m not sure if it’s beneficial yet, it hasn’t quite ended. I’m still going. Everyday seems to be a turning point for me without the actual last line. I guess that’s the excitement of it, keep going until you can’t go anymore and that moment will be deciding factor. All I know is I don’t regret anything, even during the days when I sometimes feel out of place. Even during the days I want to just go out and grab a coffee with an old friend, but I can’t because the 3 hour difference means that I’m sleeping now. Even during the days I live in their moment through filtered photos, because that’s the closest I can get. And it’s ironic how you find yourself in the same position all over again even though you thought you already fixed it, except instead of missing one person, you miss all 105 of them.

Maybe this right here, is the turning point.

30 Day Challenge Archive: 30 Days of Character Building

So obviously, I’m a little late considering I didn’t post this on January 1. But I’m filipino, so I guess I have an excuse.

I believe this challenge is targeting experienced writers who are possibly writing a book to describe the characters they’ve created. I wanted to find a 30 day challenge that would encourage me to write more. However, I don’t consider myself a great writer nor am I writing a book, but I found this challenge to be interesting if I took it and wrote something with a little twist. These “characters” are not in a book, or maybe they are, in a book I’ve read once before but for the most part, these characters could be anyone. They could be me, in the future, in the past, or a me in this exact moment. It could be someone I imagined. Someone I know. Someone I don’t know. It could even be you. It could maybe, always, be about you. I guess the excitement in it is to try and relate to this so called character of mine, because we all know when we read something we all find a little piece of ourselves in the words. I’m going to say this is still relevant to the topic because if you think about it… we are all characters in this chapter of life.

30 Day Challenge Archive: 30 Days of Character Building

everydaychallenges:

1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

2.) What are your characters most prominent physical feature

3.) Name one scar your character…

They say you never know until you live with them

Even though, you use the bathroom with the door open.
Even though, you take 2 whole minutes to get out of your car.
Even though, you take 2 whole minutes to lock the front door.
Even though, you take 10 whole minutes to set your alarm before you go to sleep.
Even though, you always think something is broken in the house… even though its really not.
Even though, you make rice with too much water.
Even though, you tap the fork hard against the bowl when you eat.
Even though, you dance naked in front of the mirror before you shower.
Even though, you sing the wrong lyrics to Maroon 5.
Even though, you hog the sink when we brush our teeth.
Even though, you steal the blanket during the night.
Even though, you steal my side of the bed during the night.
Even though, you spend an hour arranging your Mac icons instead of letting me watch Jo Koy on your laptop.
Even though, you insist we have carbon monoxide in the house even though we don’t.
Even though, you sleep with a turquoise “sleep wear mask”.
Even though, you put your laptop inside of a bag inside of another bag…inside of one more bag.
Even though, you touch my body with really cold hands.
Even though, you try to kiss me with your retainers on.
Even though, you come to bed last and don’t turn off the light.

Even though the even thoughs, I only want to wake up next to you and do the same thing over again.

Last night, I went on another post-it mission. It’s been a while since my last one. Chelsea came fully equipped with post-its and I attacked with the sharpies. With the brain of two positive and caring people, we compiled a good amount of sweet post-its. Went outside around 3am and stuck them on all the cars we could. The objective is to start a strangers day off with a smile when they leave in the morning.
Originally, I wanted to stay awake until 5am to witness the reaction of the strangers who would receive these lovely notes. However, I fell asleep only to wake up with hopes that somebody (if not all of them) had started their day off good because of us.
My roommates don’t even know who it is, and I don’t want to tell them (Luckily none of them read my Tumblr). I want everyone to know that somebody out there cares, even strangers like us. I guess what hit home was when my roommate told me she cried when she read it on her window because she’s been having a rough few days and the post it said something she really needed to hear at the time.
I cherish those moments, that is why I decided to it. The more people I can get involved to spread the love, the better. You never know the impact you can have on someones day by just letting them know you want to see them smile, even if it has to be anonymous.
I’ve decided, I will do this at least once a week in different cities wherever I am.
By the way… her post it said:
“You are a blessing.”

Last night, I went on another post-it mission. It’s been a while since my last one. Chelsea came fully equipped with post-its and I attacked with the sharpies. With the brain of two positive and caring people, we compiled a good amount of sweet post-its. Went outside around 3am and stuck them on all the cars we could. The objective is to start a strangers day off with a smile when they leave in the morning.

Originally, I wanted to stay awake until 5am to witness the reaction of the strangers who would receive these lovely notes. However, I fell asleep only to wake up with hopes that somebody (if not all of them) had started their day off good because of us.

My roommates don’t even know who it is, and I don’t want to tell them (Luckily none of them read my Tumblr). I want everyone to know that somebody out there cares, even strangers like us. I guess what hit home was when my roommate told me she cried when she read it on her window because she’s been having a rough few days and the post it said something she really needed to hear at the time.

I cherish those moments, that is why I decided to it. The more people I can get involved to spread the love, the better. You never know the impact you can have on someones day by just letting them know you want to see them smile, even if it has to be anonymous.

I’ve decided, I will do this at least once a week in different cities wherever I am.

By the way… her post it said:

You are a blessing.

Rest in Paradise Lover (by Reggilyn Tan)

Rest in Paradise Lover (by Reggilyn Tan)

My hair is back guys. Orange you glad, harhar.

Meet Chelsea G. She’s my new friend.

My hair is back guys. Orange you glad, harhar.

Meet Chelsea G. She’s my new friend.

"I’ve realized that being in the U.S. military has given me a sense of pride that I lacked as a civilian. I feel like the work I will be doing will be relevant to the future of something that transcends beyond me. It has disciplined me and has given me exactly what I’ve been looking for: structure. I don’t care if I have to be phase 1 all year long, I’ll wear this uniform proudly for the rest of my life." - Dalupang, my sailor.

This is his idea of dirty talk.

Babe: “Ill grab you, throw you on the bed and rip your panties off, or just slide them off cuz u might have only brought like two pairs and then me ripping one wouldn’t be smart because you would only have two pairs left then you would force me to lend you my boxers.”

These videos always make me cry.