:::2003-12-03-10:04 p.m.:::
What is the color of obsession?
Is it red, the color of vibrance? The color of blood? The color that most catches your eye because it dominates the whole space? Obsession is much like the color red. It's the first one that comes to mind every single day. It's the first one that captures the mind, the soul, the heart. Obsession kills you softly, sweetly, without you ever knowing why, or how.
Orange? The color of the outrageous? Obsessions push you to the edge, to the brink of your sanity. Obsession brings out the extreme in you. Extreme what, it's up to you to find out.
Or yellow, the color of cheer, of sunshine and everything else that is bright. Obsession is like the dawn of a new day, or a solitary yellow flower in a sea of red roses. It's a breath of fresh air, or at least, that's what the obsessed one wants to believe.
Maybe green, the color of life, of jealousy. Obsession pushes the reality of your miserable existence in your face, by making it known in the plainest possible terms that the reason why you are obsessed is because you can never have that. Obsession is a sort of irony. It makes you feel alive by killing you.
Blue? The color of melancholia, or the beautiful sky above, or the serene sea? Maybe. For it is sadness and desperation that is the very heart of obsession.
Or violet, maybe. Obsession has something royal in it. Something noble. Something that would make the obsessed one want to hold on for as long as he or she possibly could, probably for the sake of self-preservation, or for the sake of just fulfilling your desires.
Or white? Black, maybe?
Obsession has no color.
For obsession IS color.
:::2003-12-02-9:15 p.m.::: Dear Diary - Britney Spears
:::2003-12-02-8:26 p.m.::: I made a semikindasorta story to summarize this day. ~*~ "Ayos a! Buhay pa yan?" Her cousin, also her schoolmate, pointed to her necklace. "Yep. Since second year." She held the cold S-shaped pendant in her fingers. "Bakit nga ba S?" Her friend asked after her cousin walked away. "Kasi siya lang ang bukod-tanging nakakuha ng puso ko ng buong-buo." She replied, smiling. *** "Tara, kain tayo." He invited. She gladly accepted. Together with his and her friends, they walked to a condominium near school. Once there, her friends made every effort to leave the two of them alone. She was surprised when he breached the topic of 'that fateful night', when he attempted to kiss her, as a joke. Just a slight reference, though. He was reminiscing something about that night. Maybe, something he missed? She hoped so. They sat in silence as his and her friends played fooshball. They were the only ones sitting on the table. His eyes were riveted to a basketball game, she was looking straight ahead, or at her cellphone, thinking. Soft music was playing in the background. "Whatever the song is, this is our song." She said to herself. But the music was too soft for her to hear its title. Suddenly, he turned to her, and sang, "I'll be two steps behind..." She smiled. "Naks. Kumakanta a..." But what she really wanted to do was proclaim to the world that the one boy nearest to her heart right now was singing to her. Her smile never left her face until they said good-bye. When she got home, she removed her rings, her watch, and her earrings. Her hands reached for the back of her neck to unclasp the necklace. But it wasn't there anymore. ~*~
Dear diary
Today I saw a boy
And I wondered if he noticed me
He took my breath away
Dear diary
I can't get him off my mind
And it scares me
'Cause I've never felt this way
No one in this world
Knows me better than you do
So diary I'll confide in you
Dear diary
Today I saw a boy
As he walked by I thought he smiled at me
And I wondered
Does he know what's in my heart
I tried to smile, but I could hardly breathe
Should I tell him how I feel
Or would that scare him away
Diary, tell me what to do
Please tell me what to say
Dear diary
One touch of his hand
Now I can't wait to see that boy again
He smiled
And I thought my heart could fly
Diary, do you think that we'll be more than friends?
I've got a feeling we'll be so much more than friends
![[<<] [>>]:::2003-12-02-9:15 p.m.::: Dear Diary - Britney Spears Dear diary Today I saw a boy And I wondered if he noticed me He took my breath away Dear diary I can't get him off my mind And it scares me 'Cause I've never felt this way No one in this world Knows me better than you do So diary I'll confide in you Dear diary Today I saw a boy As he walked by I thought he smiled at me And I wondered Does he know what's in my heart I tried to smile, but I could hardly breathe Should I tell him how I feel Or would that scare him away Diary, tell me what to do Please tell me what to say Dear diary One touch of his hand Now I can't wait to see that boy again He smiled And I thought my heart could fly Diary, do you think that we'll be more than friends? I've got a feeling we'll be so much more than friends [<<] [>>]:::2003-12-02-8:26 p.m.::: I made a semikindasorta story to summarize this day.~*~"Ayos a! Buhay pa yan?" Her cousin, also her schoolmate, pointed to her necklace."Yep. Since second year." She held the cold S-shaped pendant in her fingers."Bakit nga ba S?" Her friend asked after her cousin walked away."Kasi siya lang ang bukod-tanging nakakuha ng puso ko ng buong-buo." She replied, smiling.***"Tara, kain tayo." He invited. She gladly accepted. Together with his and her friends, they walked to a condominium near school.Once there, her friends made every effort to leave the two of them alone. She was surprised when he breached the topic of 'that fateful night', when he attempted to kiss her, as a joke. Just a slight reference, though. He was reminiscing something about that night.Maybe, something he missed? She hoped so.They sat in silence as his and her friends played fooshball. They were the only ones sitting on the table. His eyes were riveted to a basketball game, she was looking straight ahead, or at her cellphone, thinking. Soft music was playing in the background."Whatever the song is, this is our song." She said to herself. But the music was too soft for her to hear its title.Suddenly, he turned to her, and sang, "I'll be two steps behind..." She smiled. "Naks. Kumakanta a..."But what she really wanted to do was proclaim to the world that the one boy nearest to her heart right now was singing to her.Her smile never left her face until they said good-bye.When she got home, she removed her rings, her watch, and her earrings. Her hands reached for the back of her neck to unclasp the necklace.But it wasn't there anymore.~*~ [<<] [>>]:::2003-12-01-8:59 p.m.::: Theory: Staying too long in front of the computer will dehydrate you.New layout. Welcome December.December started on a fine, fine note. All my reportings are done. Nasolo ko rin si g(x). Hah. :D And just when I thought I've ran out of ideas for layout, in comes papa bear and a lot of snow.Hahaha. Papa Bear.Papa Bear is another name I call g(x). It started when my friends knew that I named a teddy bear after g(x). E last Friday, nagkabukuhan. Minions of BS talaga yung mga kaibigan ko. Adlib kaagad para sa origin ng Papa Bear. Whew.I love billiards. I love Fridays and Mondays. [<<] [>>]](http://www.boomspeed.com/yottie/blinkie.gif){kind=link}