the train stops here
Attention all passengers:
Monday, June 21, 2004 at 12:21 a.m.
presto!!
youth is the delicate procedure in a man that will mould him to another gentleman sculpture envied by both women and other men. It is the path taken differently by each man. By which everyone in his life has a role in. it’s a cinema full of movies and which each movie has its own preferred audience, the comedy, the love story, the action movie among others. Full of critics admiring or dejecting the artwork of such a play, where the man is always the main star whom captivates the heart and imagination of any woman begging to be his co-star. Even when he has jus released a movie of a tragic love story, he’s already begun the shooting of his next movie which will bring in mixed feeling. No man or woman is never hated by someone, but for a man, being criticised especially by another man is a boost for his ego, a pride he takes on that a man hates him because he is better, because he is the best. The youth in him keeps reaching out of him, ever forcing mistakes out of the perfect fingertips of his, but of course no human make no mistake, but a man never repeats it, a stepping stone in which he uses to float over the raging river of despair. Women have been the only capable enemy, out of others such as gays, lesbians etc, of taking his ego and pride away.. their glowing eyes and warm heart always entrap the man into his childish dream.. the scent of the hair and smooth touch of the skin easily overrides the system the man performs on. But he is intelligent, he is a man, if he cant beat them, join them, and so, he’ll ride with any woman he meets, learning every of their movements and studies their attitude towards the world. He gains enough knowledge and leads the woman to his heart in which she will be overcome by his romanticsm and charm, a trap he sets for a bird of prey. A bird so dangerous she can rip his heart, even from the solid trap. And when all is calm, he has his path set and his journey begins towards gentlemanhood with the woman’s guide which he needs to succeed. A woman’s vision which helps the man to explore his world, a woman’s touch which he returns to when he is hurt. So who’s the man?
Wednesday, June 16, 2004 at 01:33 a.m.
vintage madness
what is love?? Does love have a meaning in the dictionary?? Does it mean getting married?? Does it mean having sex with only one person?? Does it mean u use up all your money jus to make that someone happy?? Or is it about being a playboy?? Having scandals?? Or even a totally different meaning that consists of all of the mentioned above?? It’s a word so cliched now that u can not know wether that sumone is telling the truth. To me, love means a different thing to each of us… that your love for your boyfriend means u cant stand one day w/o him. While his love for u means being able to be there everytime for her when she needs him… to me love means hunger… that’s my love for my girlfriend. not like I love u wana eat u… but the hunger that she drives me to know more about her.. to learn more from her, and to experience more new things with her.. the hunger that she instils me in me that will make me want to succeed and achieve everything that I want to achieve.. that is my love.. so.. dun jus hate/ignore sumbody because he/she do not know how to be romantic, because he/she is softspoken while you’re a loudhailer, because he/she likes backstreet boys or boyzone while u diss them. Or because she’s fat or he’s ugly. Let the person love u the way he/she wants to love u and u’ll be able to see the beauty of it.. so what is your love??
