hold on to that steering wheel
and I'll take the passenger seat
we'll have the stereo on full-blast
and travel that road to nowhere

my heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury
or wear as jewelry
whichever you prefer

I think I may have fallen in love again with a bastard which goes by the name of Izaya.

I don't know what's the deal between me and bastards. I might be some sort of a masochist or something.

On an entirely different note, I had a dream about Mario Maurer the other night. He's fucking hot.

Lord, teka lang, wait, ang puso ko po.

take the words away from me
and I will be left with nothing

kung matapang lang ako,
sa'yo ko binigay ang puso blue rose ko.

Hold On

I close my eyes
and let myself drown
in this whirlpool of regret
reaching out for every bit of hope I can grasp ---
hoping that someone would take my hand
and save me from this hell I myself created

but now I realize
'tis a place where the sun doesn't shine
and now I'm drowning here
in this sea of lie and pretence
waiting for someone to take my hand ---

and as I slip away
from every bit of sanity
that is left in me
the bittersweet pain of reality hit me hard:
that no matter how hard i try to escape,
there simply is no way out

and finally darkness held me in a cold embrace
all those years of waiting has come to an end
but only one thing is for certain:
I did not let go ---
they just forgot to hold on.

(c) 2006

That was when I finally let myself cry. I cried for him. I cried for myself. I cried for what could have been.


If only I had just found the courage to tell him.


If only I had quit putting it off until someday.


My someday had never come.



I really should stop reading angst stories. T_T

The Pulse will be beating soon

The Pulse Staff
(L-R: Adrian, Kris, Vincent, Via, Rachel, EJ, AJ, Keir, Chris)

Meet the staff of Pulse, the (supposedly-printed-but-turned-online) publication of AECES.

We're going to release the online magazine soon so watch out for it! :)


And now back to editing the articles. Dun dun dun...

The what-ifs and could-have-beens

The most painful thoughts are the what ifs and could have beens.

...what if I finished it on time?

...I could have been part of that, too. 

But there's nothing I can do about it now.

Dear ECCE 2011,

You guys are the best. I love you. ♥

Like, major major. Haha.


Love,
Rachel


P.S.
Sorry emo. Kakatapos lang ng Pabaon e. Trololol.