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a very happy ending

fictionfactory — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 06:08:40 +0000

long ago i lived in a beautiful castle with rose blooms surrounding it, with white washed marble for its walls and crystal chandeliers on ballrooms, satin for curtains, silver for spoons, forks and knives, gold tassels for everything uncoiled, ah truly it was heaven.

tick- tock, tick- tock, tick- tock

then all i see are dark murky dungeons, rusted balls of chain, charred attics and eerie towers. after all this years, i was led to rot at the highest tower of all.

tick- tock, tick- tock, tick- tock

now, i am free. no matter what happened inside that castle tower rests within the twisted minded and ill- hearted puppeteer. sometimes when memories come knocking on my door, i still bid the call for reverence of what was created, though it did not last, it happened still. i can never betray my heart by forgetting what was then my heaven, for once in my life, it was my happiness.

knock knock knock

there it goes again. but i shall learn to live with it. how time flies fast and changes things quickly.

you may ask, where am i? everywhere. for everywhere is heaven, and everywhere is hell. this for me is paradise redeemed, mine and mine alone.

crying in the rain- everly

fictionfactory — Fri, 13 Feb 2009 05:53:53 +0000

I’ll never let you see
The way this broken heart is hurting me
I’ve got my pride
And I know how to hide
All the sorrow and pain
I’ll do my crying in the rain

If I wait for cloudy skies
You won’t know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You’ll never know
That I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I’ll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from Heaven
Could never wash away my misery
Since we’re not together
I pray for stormy weather
Raindrops falling from Heaven
Could never wash away my misery
Since we’re not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you never see

Some day when my crying’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But ’til then darling you’ll
Never see me complain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
To hide these tears I hope you never see

Some day when my crying’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But ’til then darling you’ll
Never see me complain
I’ll do my crying in the rain

Raindrops falling from Heaven
Could never wash away my misery
Since we’re not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you never see

Some day when my crying’s done
I’m gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But ’til then darling you’ll
Never see me complain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the rain
I’ll do my crying in the… rain

here, there, everywhere

fictionfactory — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:50:15 +0000

The Beatles Here, There, and Everywhere Lyrics:
To lead a better life I need my love to be here…

Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with the wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there’s something there

There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn’t know he’s there

I want her everywhere and if she’s beside me
I know I need never care
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/iaB ]
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share

Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there

I want her everywhere and if she’s beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share

Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there

We’ll be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere

look up 011509

fictionfactory — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:44:01 +0000

whenever i’m missing,
i just look at the skies,
and i know that i will never be lost at all.

whenever i’m missing,
i just look at the stars,
and i know that i will never be forgotten.

when i’m missing,
i just look at the clouds,
and i know that i will never be forsaken.

when i’m missing,
i just look at the moon,
and i know that i will never be alone,
for i know that they are forever watching, loving, forgiving…
me.

january 14, 2009

fictionfactory — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 11:12:50 +0000

you are yours,

and i am i.

and if by chance we find each other–

it’s beautiful!

why oh why

fictionfactory — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 19:23:45 +0000

All of us commit mistakes; but why do some mistakes unforgivable for some when the other sees it to be trivial? How can one simply walk away without leaving a bitter imprint upon one’s memories? I’ve retaliated out of fear that I would make others feel the immensity of my fears and my pain. Now, I guess everything have just gotten worse; and yet again I daresay, I have this certain calm and certainty that all things shall pass without me knowing when, but there has always been hope. Hope that I’ve abandoned for some time—how I miss her—the assurance, the faith, the peace that she gives.

For years now, i’ve turned my back to a lot of ideals that I’ve once believed and fought for. I’ve left them in the dark to fend for themselves; therefore I am suffering the consequences of that desertion. There are just some things that one and even time can’t change—like memories and choices made in the past, words spoken and promises broken, lies said and secrets untold—still, after these, one needs to go on with life no matter how difficult it may seem for now. and of course, one’s faith (not just in God) but in oneself, in others, in convictions that roots more and more deeper than before. Like what I’ve wrote a few days back—

Many times have the soul been feeble,

Yet redemption has always been at arms reach

History has bled for justice

And again, I plead for mercy!

I may not be able to atone for the wrongs that I’ve done, but the self can always seek mercy for never was a time that a heart so cold could never melt for mercy. Then again, the self has been the most difficult to forgive, for it will resist shame after all the humiliation one has kept over the years. Sometimes it is better to laugh all the pain away rather than shed tears for things that one knows would never leave no matter what.

I laugh and smile for I fear I would never be able to feel happiness again. I cherish my laughters and my smiles for they are almost always echoes of my innocent soul. Amidst my bitterness and grief, I struggle to be of cheerful company to others, for I know not their hurts and I vowed never to add to theirs for I myself is hurting. I’ve always believe in humanity’s goodness, thus I would never judge, for who am I to judge them if I myself is afraid of judgment? I learned to live with different kinds of people and though some of their company I detest so much that it brings hell upon my beloved earth, I contain all these thoughts and emotions to myself for I am brought up well. I will never bite the hand that feeds me, I am forever grateful to those who’d love me more than reason can teach me.

But over the years, I’ve only seen a part of what humanity can be. I’ve let my inhibitions get the best of me, thus, the cause of a lot of my desertions. Now, I’m making amends not to others, but to myself for I have doubted and betrayed the trust that I had. I speak bluntly and vehemently of loyalty, but I was the one who first broke it.

I value friendships. A very long time ago, I’d once reached the end, the bottom, the center of the earth saving a bond which ended up like shattered glass—beyond repair. Nevertheless, I never give up on what I’ve cherished as friends—your soul’s twin according to either Aristotle or Socrates. I am not bragging, but when my being acknowledges your existence, you’ve found a loyal servant surpassing time and death. I vow devotion to the bond of friendship that I presume all of us will embark.

I’ve craved for others to escape myself; but then again, how can I escape me when I’m right here, breathing, feeling, thinking, writing, loving? I was never thankful for having myself for I was never perfect. How I hated her for all the flaws she has. I have always known myself very well, thus the choices I make, but I’ve never loved and accepted her that much. But I’ve never worried, for I know where I’m going. It’s just sometimes, I forgot where I’m supposed to go, thus the detours. But all of these follies are the very core of us being human; therefore I am thankful for my fallibility, for without it I will never learn to value everything that comes my way.

Oh well, a very Merry Christmas to all of us!

lost- coldplay

fictionfactory — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 10:25:28 +0000

Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop
Doesn’t mean I will cross

Just because I’m hurting
Doesn’t mean I’m hurt
Doesn’t mean I didn’t get what I deserve
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I’ve tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the shine wears off…

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn’t mean you’ve won
‘Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you’ll be lost

Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the firing starts
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the shine wears off
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the shine wears off
Ooh-Oh, And I’m just waiting till the shine wears off�

slumdog millionaire

fictionfactory — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 09:43:22 +0000

From Danny Boyle, director of Trainspotting and 28 Days Later, comes the story of Jamal Malik, an 18 year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai, who is about to experience the biggest day of his life. With the whole nation watching, he is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India’s “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?”

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE
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brad and benjamin

fictionfactory — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 09:42:51 +0000

The official plot synopsis: I was born under unusual circumstances. And so begins Benjamin Button, adapted from the classic 1920s story by F. Scott Fitzgerald about a man who is born in his eighties and ages backwards. A man, like any of us, unable to stop time. We follow his story set in New Orleans from the end of World War I in 1918, into the twenty-first century, following his journey that is as unusual as any mans life can be. Directed by David Fincher and starring Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett with Tilda Swinton, Taraji P. Henson, Jason Flemyng, Elias Koteas and Julia Ormond, Benjamin Button, is a time travelers tale of the people and places he bumps into along the way, the loves he loses and finds, the joys of life and the sadness of death, and what lasts beyond time.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button hits theaters on Christmas Day 2008.

hope to see this movie

fictionfactory — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 09:02:59 +0000

In theaters 1/25/08- Four short fables in which characters collide with fate — and each other — comprise THE AIR I BREATHE, an ambitious and absorbing drama from debuting director/writer Jieho Lee. Boasting a brilliant ensemble cast, the film is inspired by a Chinese proverb that breaks life down into four key emotions — Happiness, Sorrow, Pleasure, and Love — and each vignette is built around a character who embodies one of these key emotions.

In “Happiness,” 2006 Best Actor Oscar Winner Forest Whitaker stars as a timid banker who impulsively bets every cent he has, and then some, on a supposedly “sure thing.” In “Sorrow,” Sarah Michelle Gellar is a rising pop star whose contract falls under the control of a ruthless crime boss (Oscar-nominee Andy Garcia), and his corrupt nephew (Emile Hirsch). In “Pleasure,” Brendan Fraser stars as a man who can see into the future of everyone he meets, but is totally blind when it comes to his own; and in “Love,” Kevin Bacon plays a doctor who pines for a woman he can never possess (Julie Delpy), only to find that he suddenly holds her life in his hands. Though each of the characters believes that his or her life is governed by hazard and chance, their unbridled emotions, impulsive choices, and reckless moves all prove one universal truth: character is destiny, and each of us makes our own fate.