How the process works

The process of which i am sure science cant explain this sh*t.

I read faces, I read actions and I read spontaneous reactions.

but why cant I read those to you my only you..

countless interview of which i have watched.

such questions in my mind suffer deeply inside my head.

Love.

Do you even see it?

Do you feel it in your arms wrapping slowly?

Can you hear the sound of love, murmuring peacefully?

So do you know the smell of love?

The smell of love...

is it the smell when she gracefully walks by and her scent starts to spread and crawl towards your nostrils and send signals across the nerves of your brain and demandingly orders your heart to fall in love?

that smell of which I uniquely notice everyday, i smell everyday.

that scent.

her scent.

It feels like something else when i get to smell her scent.

The sight of love...

is the by the time I see her in a distant place, my eyes send signals to my brain, ordering my heart to beat so fast, my blood pump so fast and unconsciously i begin to faint for 0.39 seconds and repeat the same process when she gets near me and look at her eyes... her coruscating eyes that blinds mine but yet it feels so good just to stare at it.

like looking from an Ipad application called Fluidity..

like staring at the constellations above and begin to wonder how god made those.

it feels like something else when i stare at her eyes.

it feels like something..

like something in the way she moves.

The sound of love...

Ah yes, that sweet voice of her and every time her words enter my ears, it never fails to transmit a feel good signal in my brain and allowing myself to listen more to her. fall more deeply with her. her voice that I would love to listen to all day long.

let me drown with your sweet voice. let me drown forever.

These are the process that occurs when I am with her.

She is the only one that makes me feel like this every time when she is around, pffft such a corny phrase but what can i do about it? it has been traditionally used by the boys but never cross ed the mens minds that we are the same .

I dont know what more to say but it makes me happy just to be with her around.

at some point she does not know that she makes me feel like this whenever I am with her.

I cant read her, she has this unique thing that I can't explain, so unique like a spice of food for my meal of life.

She is the only person I know that is so special.

How special a girl like her can be?

Whenever i feel those things while you are beside me,

one thing

is

for

sure

I

just

want

to

spend

more

time

with

you

because

I Love You.

The Definiton of an unsung melody

i rarely do this so here it goes:

There is a sweet and genuine voice inside my head.

i cant find another reason why this voice keeps on playing in my head

and it never fails to keep me from having a bad day.

Night falls down, thunder roars up, but when i hear this sweet like voice joined with a sweet scented strawberry smell. it never fails to put up a genuine smile.

There is a sweet image inside my head this smile that i could not forget, or i think i will never ever forget, such a lovely smile that makes every inch of my body turn upside down in a time where i usually glares upon this dreamlike smile. a feeling of enlightment and catechizes God from why would he even bring up this wonderful smile in time of my despair.

do i need her smile?

yes, i just love to stare at her genuine smile.

it sounds like a mediocre when i will say it has made up my day, but im telling you that smile flourishes up the dark smug in my heart of which has been damaged by every thorns and spikes that inflicted it.

Thorns.

Spikes.

I cannot give these unprepossessing words to define her or rather the deep thought i have for.

There is this person..

A human Female..

She is a treasure that is worth a thousand image.

more like

more expensive than facebook?

more expensive than Oprah?

why would i even use the word expensive if she is worth the endless universe.

A treasure from the stars above, a treasure from the ocean below.

she is amusing.

she is lovely.

she is extraordinary.

she is a reason.

no she is not just that.

why cant i put the exact words from every words i put at?

why?

i dont know, thats the question.

If i will go to Greece.

and ask this Greek goddess.

such question about tis deep feeling.

maybe she will shrug and say nothing.

cause even that Goddess cant define this.

The universe is endless, no one can define its vast space in the continuum.

She is a Universe, when you stare and glare upon it,

you will murmur slowly

stumble helplessly

think deeply.

I dont know anymore what is happening with me but im sure liking it.

maybe i could write a book

maybe i could write a song

maybe i could write a poem

maybe i could make film

but know this, it doesn't even meet you.

like an equinox

i dont understand such word

this melody of unsung words is not even close to what im feeling now, cause so much

so much

so much

of this.

i cant even define it.

Let me hug you and tomorrow

I may die.

Let me Kiss you and tomorrow

God may take me.

Let me Love you and tomorrow

and let forever be the word that would come from you

and now i can freely express this unsung melody in my heart.

you are so amusing, you just don't know that yet. i think.

I maybe dead by now

God.

i guess you are watching me through Google earth.

you failed man.

you almost killed me the other night, sorry man.

what? cut the breaks from my car? yeah i saw that.

you almost killed me the other day, sorry man.

what? chased by an angry dog? i saw that.

i know you wanted to say something to me just for a short time,

on

how much i have been a careless son of a b***h

how much i have been an arrogant little b*****d

how much i have been a stinking little freak

how much i have been an impotent little boy

how much i have been careless of the words i choose

how much annoyingly i act in front of the people

how much i f*ck up most of the time

how much i became selfish

how much i became a creep

how much i became a worthless r*dnec*

how much i look like a total douche bag

how much i fail a couple of times

how much i always get burned

how much i begin to feel less like a moron

how much i begin to be a complete retard on all such things.

how much i look absurd to the people i know

how much i look stupid

how much i have been an A**hole

how much am i?

do i cost a lot to you?

am i doing enough?

come on god, if you're reading my blog you might have clenched out my heart and put me to rest.

i know you've got plans for me.

and i must say...

err.. never mind.

PS: God you're awesome. you know im kidding.

2010.... 2011

Years.

You seem so long but you feel so fast.

I do still remember last year's event, what do you call it? Old Year?.

I got a Pilipinas Jacket from my uncle last year.

still i can remember my face from this picture

here's the evidence:

god that face of mine is so annoying.

this is so fast.

happening so fast.

anyway.

this is just a short blog of mine and it is late already.

my new year's resolution.....

i'll write it down then blog it before the school starts.