weekend another

I have to go to the bookstore this weekend. For the longest time, I have been searching for the perfect journal. The same kind my bestfriend, Janet, gave me 3 years ago. I could still remember how I cried when I received that. The note inside read:

Farah girl, To remember all the good times we shared and all the bad
times we've gone through. With the way you're coping up, you're making me proud
more than ever!!!

Then at the upper right corner of that page, she posted one of our funny pics together (taken in one of those neoprint booths in sm city). I just hope I get to find one this weekend.

Also, I have been longing to go to Divisoria and Quiapo to get some beads. But just thinking of how far these places are, stops me. Besides, my dear dear hubby won't let me. (KJ as ever!). I want to make do with the little time I have alone. I want to be a tad domesticated. Harharhar!!! Maybe, next time...

The Chasing Amy poem

(For my princess whose love I shall forever chase)
 
I long to see who you really are
 
I have always cinched myself in the confines of your past
Wallowing in the puddle of memories long forgotten
I built myself a wall what denied any specter of the future,
And the present as well
Only the murky past that continues to envelope my being
Eating what's left of the devotion we sowed with seeds of love.
 
I know the time shall come
When I have to rise from this abysmal pit of mud
(Before I drown in it completely)
To face the ghost that I myself had created,
Conquer it finally
And like the Berlin, my wall shall come down in shambles
Revealing a path to a promising tomorrow to be spent with you.
 
It is then that I can see your entirety.
I only wish you'd still be there.
 
The very first poem my fiance has ever written for me. We were still dating then. After 3 days, I said yes!! :)