the sea

artist/band: The Civil Wars
telly on: on everything Josh Hutcherson
soundtrack: Summer House - Gold Motel
flick: Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)
book: Star Girl - Jerry Spinelli

"The fool looks at a finger that points to the sky."

- Amelie

You know I love you, don't be a fool.

hullo stranger

Kira de Ocampo. Singer-Songwriter. Creative Writing student in UP Diliman. I am basically a grandma inside a 21-year-old body.

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1.24.2010 @ 12:53:00 AM
Nostalgia/Lame Title
Hello. It is me, Kira. And it has been a LOOONG time since I wrote a blog post here. Funny that I almost forgot I actually have a multiply account.

Anyhow, should you find it weird for me to admit that I have been going through my other posts--stuff that I wrote when I was incredibly un-sweet 16, don't. Nostalgia isn't to be said. It is to be felt. Such a word, isn't it? Nostalgia.

It kinda reminds me of my nose bridge. Like when you sniff something, and you're like: oh I'm feeling nostalgic already!

But what's funny about it is that with nostalgia, you can actually see how much things have changed. How things before are way, WAAAAAAAAY different than how things are going today.

In precisely seven months, I shall be turning 20. And I know it's pretty early for me to worry that I am ACTUALLY no longer to be considered a teen, I must say that things have changed. Things have, indeed, changed for me.

I no longer write about my English professor who happened to be my "crush". Or the boy who said this and that. Or how my salad tasted like. Or how Gateway was the best place ever. Even the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me, like falling face down from the FX.

The downside is, I forget. I forget things when I should have blogged it down, or pasted it on my forehead. I can't remember the last time I felt horrible and happy at the same time. And that's one of the things I used to love to write. And now I write about the most hideous things like papers or the Boy Made of Pandesal.

But the good part--the part where Owen Wilson comes in, things are changing for the better. Sure, things are just... wack. They are, but just for now. Now that I am slowly growing and maturing. Like learning how to walk for the very first time, and feeling very afraid to take that step when you might fall (yet again). And still, for some reason, undoubtedly know there's something very awesome beyond that step.

Sometimes, I do feel afraid. But I remember what God said in James 1:2-4 that "whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy... Your endurance has a chance to grow... For when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything." Complete, and lacking nothing.

And that's what I am most holding on to. That's what we all should.

"I'm in repair. I'm not together, but I'm getting there." - John Mayer
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1.04.2010 @ 9:29:00 AM
"You are
not the one for me!"
says the girl,
"I belong
to a Willoughby."
And she twirls
away and sinks
in his artistry.

The girls dance
in accordance
to his melody.
He paints
their cheeks red;
eyes green with envy.
He leads them
to the meadows
And across the symmetry
of roses,
and daffodils, carnation
All a-glee.
He carries them
from their ankles
broken unpleasantly.
Ang sings
to their slumber
close and witty.
He brightens
their eyes; they laugh
in morning's sincerity.

And when he
blinks in sadness
rose they in sympathy.
Yet daybreak comes
to steal away
their gentle Willoughby.
And they--
the girls,
in despair and cloak
Weep ever so
in misery.

"You are
the one for me!"
says the girl,
"I do not belong
to a Willoughby."

15 Dec 2009
Yes, I have been trying to write again.
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