My Ms. Anonymous (i)

Hey Ms. Anonymous,

How's it going with you? I haven't heard from you for quite a while now, I hope you're coping well. I've been meaning to check up on you, but never got around to it because I've been caught up with life's crap and cookies just as well.

I was watching SATC reruns and I stumbled upon this episode entitled "Ex and the City." You were the first one to hit my mind. I'll tell you more about it a li'l later, I'll try to search for a clip for it or make one just for you. But since it might take a while, I could might as well settle for this one line I have just stumbled upon a couple minutes ago...

Makes sense right?
Hope to hear from you again soon.
Venting out is always welcome.
Understanding is always offered.
And always, there is friendship...
from one stranger to the other.

This dot-on-the net may be my life (or at least somethin' like it),
but hey, you're very much welcome to take another slice of my mind.
You know I always enjoy a cup of yours.


Kisses.
It's just me.
Just Sands.

[Currently listening to...]

I'm a lyrics person. I usually go for songs that mirror the thought I have always had but have never gotten around to writing.

I'm currently listening to this...

...And now I feel like, oh

You're the reason

Why I'm thinking

I don't wanna smoke all

These cigarettes no more...

...It's like

You were my favorite drug...

Pretty pathetic when you read it the first time and without knowing that it's a song. But it pretty much makes sense if you've felt it before...
The intoxication and addiction for nicotine, I mean. Ü

Estranged and Indifferent.

"Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate do not stand a chance against it."

1. To turn away in feeling or affection; make unfriendly or hostile; alienate the affections of: Their quarrel estranged the two friends.

2. To remove to or keep at a distance: The necessity for traveling on business has estranged him from his family.

3. To divert from the original use or possessor.

Beautiful Disaster.

She loves her mama's lemonade
And hates the sound that goodbye's make
She prays one day she'll find someone to need her

She swears that there's no difference
Between the lies and compliments
It's all the same if everybody leaves her

She would change everything, everything, just ask her
Caught in the in-between a beautiful disaster
She just needs someone to take her home

She's given boys what they want
And tries to act nonchalant
Afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction

She never stays the same for long
Assuming that she'll get it wrong
Perfect only in her imperfection

She would change everything, for happy ever after
Caught in the in-between a beautiful disaster
She just needs someone to take her home

She just needs someone to take her home




- Jon Mclaughlin

Peter Pan.

"Feel the wind. That is me touching your face, embracing you, and reminding you of your worth.

Listen to the wind. That is me whispering, 'I love you always...'"

- Hazey

(Goodnight. It is past our bedtime. I am closing the door now.)


I am back, home once again, from Neverland.
Oh, but I miss the kids... so much! I miss being their Mother.
And every once in a while, I am reminded of one of your bestfriends,
that candy-looking li'l Tink, who kind of brought us much closer.
Those days of sheer fun, the banter and the laughter,
they all seem to be a mere dream now, tucked dearly in my vivid memory.

And ever so often, when reality gets me down,
I trudge back down memory lane and think nothing but happy thoughts.
Happy thoughts.
Then suddenly, for another fleeting moment, I could fly. Again.
And again.
But then there were times when I feel that I seem to have missed
even just that.

Out of all these, I miss you the most.
And out of all the thoughts, it is still your face I remember the most.
You will always be that young lad, that boy who keeps fighting time.
You will always be each of my Tomorrow's nostalgic memory.

Oh but you are still but a boy, my Dear.
You have never been sure to be around.
You have never left the clouds of confusion but chose to sour through it instead.
You are always uncertain but always hopeful.
You may be a young man, yet I shall always remember you
as a little boy who just isn't ready to grow up.

I shall bid you a good night tonight, Love.
It is not farewell, never goodbye, but till then.
You see, Life has a way of growing you up.
But know that each time, right before I go to bed,
I shall look out in the window and whisper a loving prayer.
And right before I close my eyes to sleep,
I will be humming a soft lullabye just for you.

The door may be closed, my Dear boy,
but I have left the windows open,
the way you know I always do...
Just in case you are reminded of happy thoughts
and decide to fly by another time.
You see, you have left your shadow behind.

Goodnight, goodnight, my Dearest lad.
I may be a day older when tomorrow takes a peek,
but forever you shall remain the boy I will always love.