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The abandoned castle

I always believe that life is a fairy tale where I am the princess and you are my prince. But right now, you made me believe that life is life, and that it isn’t just any Nicholas Sparks novel.

Thanks for waking me up.

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The curiosity of the wind

I wonder if you already ate your breakfast, or if you already played your favorite game on your PSP.

I wonder if you still think of me every night before you sleep.

I wonder if you look at my picture every time you woke up.

I wonder if you listen to our favorite song every twilight of the day.

I wonder if you’re longing for my presence, the way I feel.

I wonder if your heart still beats for me.

But somehow, I wonder too, why I wonder these things.

When you say nothing at all

I’m now listening to our favorite song while thinking of you… of our good times together… And I am wondering, if you’re listening to this song too, while thinking of me.

I:
It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart

I’m alone. Here. Inside my dark room. Waiting for you. And think of you. But even though we’re far apart from each other, I can feel your presence. Right here. Inside my heart.

Without saying a word, you can light up the dark

I want to thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for always making me happy whenever I am sad. Thanks for making me feel that I am not alone.

Try as I may, I could never explain

What I hear when you don’t say a thing

And I just can’t understand why… Why you’re the only reason why my heart is beating.

CHORUS:
The smile on your face lets me know that you need me

That smile… That elusive smile… Says something… to me…

There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me

Your sparkling eyes… Whenever I look at them, I never feel afraid… Because I know that you will never let me go.

The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me whenever I fall

That tingling sensation when you first hold my hand…

You say it best when you say nothing at all

II:
All day long I can hear people talking out loud

You and me, we’re clever… People, on the other hand, are stupid.

But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)

When people say bad things against me, you know who to believe… You trust me, and you believe in me… In every word I say.

Try as they may, they could never define

No one can ever understand us because they haven’t been in love the way we are yet…

What’s been said between your heart and mine
I can write a lot of poems… I can write a lot of stories… of quotations… but you, you’re the only one who can understand what I’m trying to say…. Because my heart belongs to only you.

[Repeat chorus twice]

(You say it best when you say nothing at all)
(You say it best when you say nothing at all)

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Lets me know that you need me

[Repeat chorus]

(You say it best when you say nothing at all)
(You say it best when you say nothing at all)

I hope you’re listening to the same song I’m listening right now…

And as you listen, I hope that our goods times are flashing back too….

Those good times… of forever…

The smile on your face

I miss your smiles…

The truth in your eyes

That sparkling eyes…

The touch of your hand

And the way you hold my hand…

Lets me know that you need me

I let the clock face the mirror so that each second takes me closer towards you. Instead of further away…

(You say it best when you say nothing at all)
(You say it best when you say nothing at all)

The fangirl’s clock

I wrote this last night…

Tick tack tick tack tick tack.

My clock just ticked into the 2^nd minute of five in the morning. But yet, I’m still here, writing, awake. And please don’t ask me why because my answer will totally be unreasonable.

Like other teenage girls, I’m falling in love with some “famous band dudes”. My current band dude boyfriend-in-my-mind right now is Nick Santino. He’s the vocalist and the rhythm guitarist in the band A Rocket To The Moon. Oh how I love that dude so much! His voice was the most perfect sound in the whole world for me. And every time I hear his name, my heart screams unfathomably. Yes. There’s something with that guy that makes me fall for him but I don’t know what it is. – Proves that some things are just unexplainable.

Lost, finding my way to sleep, writing my first fanfic which I will post tomorrow, thinking about my band dude crush, I am writing these words with no goal… without any intention unto where this post should end…

I can’t even… breathe… I’m falling in love… with a person who does not even know I exists…

Tick tack tick tack tick tack.

There are times in my life that I believe there’s such thing as magic – that we all have different super powers… or wands… like we’re all living in some place like Hogwarts… where time-turners really exists…

A piano piece

I’ve been in a band when I was a sophomore but everything turned on the other way when I transferred to a new school during my junior high. And honestly talking, that made me wept…

This week, Daily Post asks: If you started a band, what would the name be?

I’m the keyboardist in our band way back when I am a sophomore. And I’m the band manager as well. I make the most of our band’s decisions but I always make sure that everyone’s opinion is considered so that there’ll be no riots in our group.

Time passed and my family moved into a new place so what choice do I still have? I quit my band and I did not tend to make anymore in my new school. But right now… Now that I’m a senior student, I’m taking a chance to consider making a new band this coming June. Though, frankly, I still have no idea into what name would I name it. I just want my last year in high school be a memorable one… a magical one.

Moreover, I’m a piano player. I started playing the piano when I was seven. And I discovered by myself that I can play the guitar too, when I was eleven. I am now fifteen. I’m not bragging, but somehow, I consider myself as music talented. But in some ways, my mind contradicts me… Because in my heart and mind, I know that I still have a long piano piece to memorize…

A piano piece that has different types of accidentals… like sharps, flats, and naturals…

But even though it contains different musical notations, I will just play it by heart… and enjoy the music that I’m hearing… Because I know, that’s just what matters the most…

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The fall

Lonely and incensed
Her heart fell out and skid
Into the damp air of heartaches

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Books are my friends

I believe that reading is like dreaming with open eyes.

But once in my life, I wonder…. What does it mean to read a good book?

I’ve asked this question to myself once in upon a time while walking beside the sea side, holding a book by Paulo Coelho.

My mom once told me that when I was still a baby, she would grab a book like “The Three Little Pigs” and would read it to me until I fell asleep.

At the age of seven, I started writing short stories. I still remember the first story I wrote on a yellow paper before going to bed. It was entitled “Swankee the Swan”. Every time I remember that golden moment in my childhood, I laugh at myself, and smile, while reminiscing my good times…

I was at the same age when I started reading good books like “Cinderella”, “Sleeping Beauty”, and the like. Way back then, I always prefer books over television. And whenever I read, I always think that I was the good girl in the book.

When I entered High School, my writing skills have improved and improved and improved until I became who I am right now. My friends and my classmates often say that I’m a boring person because I prefer to just stay home, and read a good book rather than going out with them on Friday nights. But, on the plus side, reading books made me become a person I thought I’ll never be. Inside the book, you can find my secret place – it’s where I can feel that I am not alone, and that I have a friend. Yes, a friend. Books are my friends.

My favorite books frequently include most of Nicholas Sparks and Paulo Coelho’s works. I love the way these two authors include the magic of God in every novel they wrote. It is simply stimulating to the spirit. However, I still enjoy reading JK Rowling’s Harry Potter series. I was amazed by its story. For me, it was extraordinary.

Eat. Read. Sleep. It goes over and over. It’s my life cycle as of now – now that it’s summer.

Books taught me new words. It taught me how to stop comparing myself to others, and that I am my own person. It taught me the word “self confidence”. It taught me how to forgive and forget. It made me believe in love, in magic, in fairy tales, in second chances. And sometimes, even in third chances. Books taught me about faith. It taught me about different things. But the most beautiful thing that books taught me is that life goes on…

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Today and tomorrow

Today, I saw a plane above the blue, clean sky, I heard the waves of the ocean splashing by, playing with the wind as I walked by the sea side with my family.

Today, I have a smile painted on my face.

Today, I had a great time as I got lost in reverie…, as I got lost with the beauty of the ocean…, as I think of happy thoughts, of happy moments that happened in my life.

Today, was simply, a great day to me.

But tomorrow, however, is a new day…

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