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»loves: BORACAY! :D too many to mention. Books. Vacation. frisbee? high grades! music, clothes, family (sometimes) high school balls, travel, biking, clean air, history, old buildings

»hates: assholes, waiting, being broke, being ugly, being stupid, being mean, mayabang people, low grades, KABABUYAN, people who are full of themselves, desperation

»feeling:
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»reads: romance :D

Hopeless Romantic
10:52 p.m. -- 2004-12-14

Big dreams
Of distant lands
And white sands

Coconut trees
Sparkling bays
Infinite bliss
During halcyon days

Big dreams
Of love requited
A debonair man
Tall and knighted

Horseback riding
Over rolling hills
Or swift sailing
By Dutch watermills

A dashing escape
From tall Celtic towers
A doorbell and a smile
Over blooming flowers

A Texan cowboy
With his southern drawl
His buck-swishing saunter
And his deep rumbling laughter

Feet swept away
In a Latin tango
Or round and round the ballroom
Instead of the passionate flamenco

Arms around each other
Hands on your waist
Eyes only for one another
Hearts pounding in haste

A chateau under wide blue skies
A heaven on a hill
A fortress on a mountainside
You heart standing still

A love before time
Encompassing empires and wars
A love breaking all rules
For a night under the stars

To love with wild abandon
To have my heart stolen
To have tears brim
With every whisper spoken

That’s it …
To hear
The whisper of a thrill
The embrace of tenderness
And abandon your very will

La Mancha, I see you!
Though the highlands call out
A bagpiper plays
Another joyful shout

I stand at a mountain’s peak
My hand disappears in his
The view anything but bleak
And we share a glorious kiss

A Bedouin noble drowns
In his captive’s slanted eyes
A Mogul raider frowns
At an infatuated Han villager

What a joy it is to love
With such grandeur for a backdrop
With the clouds smiling above
And standing before you is your world
Smiling back

What I would give
For days of adventure
For A life so well lived
Any pains I would endure

I hesitate to end our wistful sojourn
Of unmet, wishful dreams
Verily, it renders me forlorn
I shall never find my ideals, it seems

With Vivadi’s blessing I hope to depart
This unforgiving world of grey and black
But perhaps one morn we’ll open our eyes
And find our soul mate staring back

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