Hey you,
Forgive me for not posting as much as before. What happened you may asked? Work happened. In a good way. I promise to keep you updated. Soon.
I'm in love and always will be. I'm just a tad busy.
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Here With The Now, Gone With The Then
Hey you,
It seems as if my life revolves around work nowadays. As absurd as this may sound I find that 'work' keeps me sane. Have I changed? Some might think so. I was once the one who spoke ever so fondly of love. I never gotten out of it but I guess some little traits of it have change. As days go by and my head wandering up further and further into clouds, I feel a tinge of emptiness.
No, this does not mean I haven't had joy. I had tonnes. In a daily basis in fact.
People, as easy as they come and go whether you may like it or not, leave little trails inside of you. The good, the bad and the cherished. *Sigh*
There's love and then there is romance. Two of which I need in a relationship. The best part about the early stages of love is the mystery. Take that out, and basically you're left with nothing. Nothing but good ol' love. So how do I, we, you, me keep that spark alive? I have no frickin' idea. I have no frickin' idea. I have no frickin' idea.
But do have a thought. Which is carry on a day at time, and hope with all my might that I one day will be answered. Not by quotes, not just by previous experience and most definitely not 'just' by prayers.
Til' then, maybe not tomorrow, not the day after or even next week, but til' that day comes, I'll keep you posted.
Your confused but always in love writer,
Natasha A. Juan
*This dusty post has been in my draft for a few months back. Just felt like posting it up for sentimental-emotional-value (does it even make sense?).
Monday, July 25, 2011
Pride and Prejudice
I'll trade my pride with love.
Any given day.
Any given day.
Love,
Natasha A. Juan
Any given day.
Any given day.
Love,
Natasha A. Juan
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things
Hello,
Gosh. I miss a whole lot of people. I miss a whole lot of things that I love doing. Don't get me wrong. I am pretty happy at where I am at. I got a job now which I love as well, and yeah, that pretty much takes up most of my time. But yeah, I do miss my hobby. I miss these:
I miss capturing these. I took all these last year with my trusty Olympus. And I really miss doing so.
WORLD, HOLD ON.
I need times like these again. I miss spending time with my 'baby'.
Not to worry, in time I'll find time to hold my 'baby' once again. Sooner. Later. Eventually. In time.
I'll be back. *Robocop style*
:)
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
Gosh. I miss a whole lot of people. I miss a whole lot of things that I love doing. Don't get me wrong. I am pretty happy at where I am at. I got a job now which I love as well, and yeah, that pretty much takes up most of my time. But yeah, I do miss my hobby. I miss these:
I miss capturing these. I took all these last year with my trusty Olympus. And I really miss doing so.
WORLD, HOLD ON.
I need times like these again. I miss spending time with my 'baby'.
Not to worry, in time I'll find time to hold my 'baby' once again. Sooner. Later. Eventually. In time.
I'll be back. *Robocop style*
:)
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
You Have Other Senses
Uncertainties fills up the grey clouds in my mind,
Somehow making my eyes go blind.
So today I decided to close my eyes,
And just see the world using my heart.
We live in a beautiful world.
*smiley face*
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
Somehow making my eyes go blind.
So today I decided to close my eyes,
And just see the world using my heart.
We live in a beautiful world.
*smiley face*
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
Monday, June 13, 2011
My Beating Heart
Things change, emotions change, people change, situations change.
But that doesn't matter to me.
I don't need to know your name.
I don't want to know your name.
I want to know your heart.
Your heart.
For mine to know.
For mine to feel.
For mine to beat along to.
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
But that doesn't matter to me.
I don't need to know your name.
I don't want to know your name.
I want to know your heart.
Your heart.
For mine to know.
For mine to feel.
For mine to beat along to.
Much love,
Natasha A. Juan
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