restless

I am staring at the screen for about an hour now. I don't know what to write about.

I feel ecstatic. I feel restless. I am restless.

I can't wait for you to be here with me chicken!

I don't have the words to express how i feel tonight.

I guess I'll save it up for tomorrow.

See ya. I'll be waiting!

I LOVE YOU!

missing you.. a hundred times over

i miss you a whole lot chicken.

the nerd who steals hearts..

this man stole my heart.
i don't think i will ever get it back.

a funny poem for my

inside is a note i wrote for my baby
my chicken and peanut who's lovin makes me happy
a poem of love is my way to start
my words of thanks and wishes from the heart

your smile makes my everyday bright
i never want to lose that sight
and if someday you feel bad and frown
i'll paint my face fast and be your own clown

i love you chicken and i always will
i would even buy all your 'forget ME not' pill
but believe me, im not gonna throw a fit
just beware you might get hit!


HAPPY FOUR MONTHS OF LOTS O' LOVIN CHICKEN!!
(let's make more!)

not an ordinary chicken

I am going nuts with all the images and dialogues pounding inside my mind.

THE IMAGES:

• a monster head with a giant wart on the side.
• a chicken and a banana
• chicken wearing paul frank PJs
  
• dolls and TOYS
  
• marco's lips
• a heap of laundry
• marco's lips

THE DIALOGUES:

• question:"how is my sisiw today?"
  
• answer: "sisiw misses chicken."
  
• snivel snuffle sniff
• cuckoo cackle pop
• psst!
• chew grunch munch slurpp chew chump chew
• eat ampalaya. NOOOO!
  
• i love chicken.
• munch a banana!
  
• i love chicken.

So much of what's inside my mind. what i really wanna blog about is what's inside my heart.

My heart is pitter pattering for a potato. err. a chicken. a human chicken.

xo and red roses too! (for my marco)

DEAR FORGETFUL CHICKEN : an open letter

*this open letter has been written with so much love. it's just somewhere between the lines. i hope you find it.

I got hooked onto the net at exactly 6pm last night. I was half hoping I will see you early. I was real excited and giddy about the new songs i put in here. and i want you to hear them.

You weren't there.

I was a bit sad, but instead of moping around, i kept a smile and blog-hopped.

Still, no psst from you.

I hate waiting. Yet i find pleasure when it's you i'm waiting for.

I thought you fell asleep early. Poor chicken must have been very tired from the day's work..

I was ready to end the bleak night but i received your sms. Giddy mood back. I was all smiles again. You have this power over me that washes away all my grunts and desolate thoughts.

And you said you lost track of time. Ugh.

I didn't know what to feel baby. I don’t always know how I feel.

But i definitely want to try forgetting sometime.

Go some place. Lose my mind. Leave it there.

fourteen

14 days and you'll be here..
i'm waiting.

SAD ROBOX

we are counting the days. baby said he's losing his humor as the day comes and he misses me more.

he's into drama now.

i wonder if he's cute as this robox when he thinks of me..

baby, the truth is: I miss you a little. I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.

see ya later love.

musings

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
while loving someone deeply gives you courage."
- Lao Tzu

for some reason, this is just what i needed.

blurry dream

When I lay my head down at night to go to sleep, i silently wish to dream of him. Quite frequently, i wake up disappointed for not even catching a glimpse. I know that dreams aren't real. But it's the closest i could get to having him with me.

Last night, i held hands with a tall and fluffy guy. We walked and walked in a bizarre delusion and talked with overactive imagination. Everything was blurry fast but i could remember telling him not to go far off, not to leave me even for a second. We went to an empty train station and hugged while it rained. Our toes got soaked, and he chuckled.

And just like that, i lost it. I woke up chasing a dream.

While last night was an uninhibited bliss. I woke up choosing my reality.

Dreams are well... but waking's better.

flickr photo

dressing up the garden

Hi baby!!
*riya smiles and gives marco a hug*

How do you find the look of our garden? errr. blogsite?
*marco looks at riya like she's nuts*

I'm getting so good at this thingy and I'm now addicted to posting your pics here.

Oh well, I hope you like the major change.

I SO LOVE YOU. xoxo

scratch that!

WOW.

It's been days since my last post. Well, not my bad. Blame it on the rashes and serious scratching and fever and tonsillitis. And did i say scratching?

I was exhausted by the fun of it.

Finally, i have the time to take care of my little garden. I decided to dress it up a lil bit.
( with the help of my pretty sister*thanks*thanks*)

I am not sure if my baby will like it. but i like it so I'm gonna do it.
*don't worry, my baby knows I'm stubborn*

I also have a new hobby. and i kinda like it. Baby already knows about it. You see, the meds i took for my allergy makes me soooo sleepy. And when i say sleepy, i mean it. I once fell asleep while blogging and hit publish by mistake. I'm now into battling this drowsiness. nyahaha. I love it when i regain the spirit. Makes me feel awesome.

The past week has been filled with many ups and downs and in the end I must say I have been a little beaten. Thanks to my Marco, he amuses me to no end. His smile is contagious.

CONTAGIOUS. RIGHT?

♫♫ never let you go ♫♫

artworks

i love these artworks! i love how i can listen to it.
it speaks love and it happens everyday..
a perfect sight on my rainy day.

more of mark magnaye's artworks here

doodles

“I love him and I don’t care what you think.
I love him for the man he wants to be and I love him for the man he almost is.”
~Jerry Maguire~

today, i realized that i gotta stop reading romance novels because it makes me miss him more.

there's something about the words written that i can't quite name. but it certainly makes me feel sad. it's a feeling that combine both weakness and strength.

perhaps i have something to do with it.

because drama is my middle name.

it is still very early, that fleeting moment of the day when the whole world seems to be sleeping. and i am wide awake. thinking of him. his actions. his smile. his shoulder. his pillow. i also think about us. about me.

thinking about my life, well, it's not in its perfect shape. i am out of job. i don't get to see my girlfriends often. i feel 10 pounds heavier. i do chores that i don't think of before. ie practice cooking, dishes, laundry etc.

but who cares about perfection? my life is certainly more beautiful. now that i have marco.

when i dream

But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true
When I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true..