The little sillies of Tale

Living on the deck waiting to see the wondrous tomorrows.
It's not that it's like this but somehow, someway it seems like that..
The little sillies of tales builts in that little patch that's sewn on
that favorite outfit of yours..You close..breathe and pretend nothing ever
happened..It's just like the life of the enchanted..only this villain..
lives inside of you..the little heart that beats as long as you live...
You can't live without it..yet you can't live with it..It's like that itch
you can't get rid of it..You thought sewing that piece of cloth onto the torn
patch would take it all away..mend that torn up jeans, but it did..only for awhile..why would a torn patch mean so much..? Only because nothing is ever
replaceable. That little patch is just temporary..it's just a matter of embracing
it while it's there..and keeping the memories of yesterdays in a little box.

Tell tale sillies.

Her life is a book of tell tale sillies..
A little book of misconception..or rather just a little book of little tales..she whispered with the wind..like how the wind misses the sound of those shivery bushes..or rather how the wind misses the cow?it's very simple..really..just like sugar tastes different from cotton candy..both sweet..but different.It's kind of like that torn shirt you love..you try to patch it up with a different cloth that you think you like.It's not the same..you still like that torn shirt of yours.

Broga

I went to Broga again..with
my two lil'll boys..=)
Had a hard time walking in the rain through those
slippery roads, dark paths, painful leaves cuts and
smelly shitty palms..but I MADE IT UP THE THIRD HILL!

This walk somehow was more tiring..I had shaky feet..
Heard my back crack twice as i jumped..hehehe...
Vincent was a bit woozy..cut his fingers and had shit
on his palm..eewww...So..who was the Hero? Of course
Kiiiinneth..=) He's got great stamina..especially for a smoker..=_='

The climb was harder than i remembered..a lot more..tougher..
I could feel my the bones on my spine grinning against each other..
at one point I thought I was going to black out due to the pain..
But..I know I couldn't..I want to finish this damn thing and no way
am I going to finish it half-way..and I didn't..Well..the after effect
was horrible..everywhere was aching..but everything was worth it..I liked
the pain..because..I guess..I had a beautiful photographic memory and also
a self-accomplishment thingy that made it worth it..and I'm looking forward
to do it soon..and try Tabur too..=) The little boy in me has been unleashed..=)

Little Red Riding Hood

and the wolf ate her.

All she does is cries and whispers..
Please take this pain away.