Live for the moment now...
“…You don't know the strength you have inside. If I could I'd shelter you from all the pain that we all must go through, but it's up to you…”
There's three, count them three children playing on the beach. They were eager to learn, to be taught, and to teach.
There's Veronica. She's biting her lip as she watches the waves turn white at the tip.
And there's Veda, radiating with joy. Luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.
And lastly there's Dave. His hair dances in the wind. And he's wondering what love is and why it has to end. And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
His mother whispers quietly... "Heaven's not a place that you go when you die. It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive. So live for the moment and take this advice, live by every word. Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard, and live for the moment now."
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And there's three, count them three children growing on the beach. They were eager to learn, to be taught, and to teach.
There's Veronica. She's licking her lips as she waits for her real first passionate kiss.
And there's Veda who can't admit her jealousy of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty.
And lastly there's Dave, still sitting on the dock. He ponders his life, and he skips his rocks. And he wonders when his father will return but he's not coming back. And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
His mother whispers quietly... "Heaven's not a place that you go when you die. It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive. So live for the moment and take this advice, live by every word. Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard, and live for the moment now."
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And there's three, count them three children missing from the beach. They were eager to learn, to be taught, and to teach.
But the sad thing is that they never lived passed the age of fifteen due to neglect from their mother who was bed-ridden by her ex-lover, their father. And she didn't even notice, or pay much attention as the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean. Now all her advice, it seems useless.
No, heaven's not a place that you go when you die. It's that moment in life that you touch her and you feel alive. So live for the moment and take this avice, live by every word. Love's completely real so forget everything that you have heard. So live for the moment now...
- story by the spill canvass
I got this from her blog. I’m deciding whether to stay in this blog provider, to go back to pitas or to sustain both. I feel more comfortable with pitas though since I can manipulate more my layouts and putting them up is very easy. But, an advantage for blogspot is that the entries themselves are easier to edit. Hmm…
I’ve been sitting in front of my laptop for…9 hours! Of course I ate dinner, but there, my butt’s becoming numb, my neck and shoulders are aching and the callous in my palm has darkened (from the mouse). My computer screen’s been flickering over the past hour; I guess it’s been feeling over worked-out. I know I should be studying for SA right now or maybe read for Psych or Filipino, but I can’t seem to lift myself out of this chair. I’ve been trying to figure out how to fix the frames (or iframes) without having to use a different page or to use those arrows that I used in my pitas page. I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I don’t have it done by tonight. Made three new layouts. All dark. The first was actually a mixture of brushes. A click here and a click there. Didn’t even think of what the outcome was, but I just went head on. The second one was an image of clouds and well, I did some photomanipulation. The third, it’s not yet done, I’m working on it as I type and I’ll continue it this week.
It’s 1 am and I have to sleep, but I don’t want to give in just yet. I’ll be sporting dark circles around my eyes again, but, it’s been quite some time since I’ve slept late. I’ve quite forgotten how the dark embraces me, or how darkness works for me. It’s during these times that my mind clears up and the creative juices ooze out, and I get all these thoughts about “stuff.”
There's three, count them three children playing on the beach. They were eager to learn, to be taught, and to teach.
There's Veronica. She's biting her lip as she watches the waves turn white at the tip.
And there's Veda, radiating with joy. Luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy.
And lastly there's Dave. His hair dances in the wind. And he's wondering what love is and why it has to end. And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
His mother whispers quietly... "Heaven's not a place that you go when you die. It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive. So live for the moment and take this advice, live by every word. Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard, and live for the moment now."
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And there's three, count them three children growing on the beach. They were eager to learn, to be taught, and to teach.
There's Veronica. She's licking her lips as she waits for her real first passionate kiss.
And there's Veda who can't admit her jealousy of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty.
And lastly there's Dave, still sitting on the dock. He ponders his life, and he skips his rocks. And he wonders when his father will return but he's not coming back. And he can't understand how everyone goes on breathing when true love ends.
His mother whispers quietly... "Heaven's not a place that you go when you die. It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive. So live for the moment and take this advice, live by every word. Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard, and live for the moment now."
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And there's three, count them three children missing from the beach. They were eager to learn, to be taught, and to teach.
But the sad thing is that they never lived passed the age of fifteen due to neglect from their mother who was bed-ridden by her ex-lover, their father. And she didn't even notice, or pay much attention as the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean. Now all her advice, it seems useless.
No, heaven's not a place that you go when you die. It's that moment in life that you touch her and you feel alive. So live for the moment and take this avice, live by every word. Love's completely real so forget everything that you have heard. So live for the moment now...
- story by the spill canvass
I got this from her blog. I’m deciding whether to stay in this blog provider, to go back to pitas or to sustain both. I feel more comfortable with pitas though since I can manipulate more my layouts and putting them up is very easy. But, an advantage for blogspot is that the entries themselves are easier to edit. Hmm…
I’ve been sitting in front of my laptop for…9 hours! Of course I ate dinner, but there, my butt’s becoming numb, my neck and shoulders are aching and the callous in my palm has darkened (from the mouse). My computer screen’s been flickering over the past hour; I guess it’s been feeling over worked-out. I know I should be studying for SA right now or maybe read for Psych or Filipino, but I can’t seem to lift myself out of this chair. I’ve been trying to figure out how to fix the frames (or iframes) without having to use a different page or to use those arrows that I used in my pitas page. I know I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I don’t have it done by tonight. Made three new layouts. All dark. The first was actually a mixture of brushes. A click here and a click there. Didn’t even think of what the outcome was, but I just went head on. The second one was an image of clouds and well, I did some photomanipulation. The third, it’s not yet done, I’m working on it as I type and I’ll continue it this week.
It’s 1 am and I have to sleep, but I don’t want to give in just yet. I’ll be sporting dark circles around my eyes again, but, it’s been quite some time since I’ve slept late. I’ve quite forgotten how the dark embraces me, or how darkness works for me. It’s during these times that my mind clears up and the creative juices ooze out, and I get all these thoughts about “stuff.”
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