Technicolor Line: A New Episode

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Human Nature

I caught the movie D' Anothers. At first, all I had was the need of watching it. Michelle is one of the casts and by watching the movie, I can add up a may saysay na kwento to our next conversation. Boo to my sister, who dialed her all the way which led me saying in the end, "...Uy teka I've got to tell you more...Ay wala na pala!" The movie is really worth watching. I definitely had fun. I now dream to have a one week experience of being an "another". To be a ghost a see how people will treat me without my substansive existence. Scccaaarrry huh?

I'm experiencing change. I will never admit that I am a fan of it. Everything seems to look like a vague outline of something. I breathe and nothing more. I feel like I'm missing a lot. I do not even know if there are still more things I deserve to get. Just maybe, most of the time I get nothing but trouble for my good intentions. I hate it.

We humans really love thinking (very much) and sometimes a certain problem can occur---when we can't stop our minds from it. All humans are in need of a connection with other human beings. The reason why "human nature" is present! Eventhough I understand such, if words can tell who we are, I think we must not really be careful, but on the other hand, always au fait on how we express the progression of our feelings.

Okay, so not everyone feels love in the same way. A certain feeling can't have its carbon copy. Moving on, not everyone feels the same craving for love.

We are all brought up in different ways which links on how we react to situations. Our beliefs have the power to shape our worlds. Team of love and connection? I'm not actually asking for it. I have it already and I can't free myself from it. I taste the safeness and kindness of love. Eventhough I actually do fret for a lot of things, until my brain balances all chemicals very well, things will work well.

The problem now is... I give respect to myself, but does loving come with it? Yes, not pointing a finger to anyone but rather to MY *space* SELF.

My friend just asked me this morning if my interruption in space to party is still present. My answer? Not anymore. I'm ready for it. Give me a little more time. I said, a little more time.

Dirty dancing scene haunts me.

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