And the world keeps spinning.

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 asked: 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. ;)

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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.

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.