Prince When Doves Cry
by: Mindfairy
Once there was a lost bird..who tried to escape from her shielded nest..she thought she could just flew and see the world..without a guide..without a clear sight..
For the first time she felt some freedom..everything looks nice and wonderful..she thought why would they keep this things from me? why cover my eyes from this beauty? what a selfishness..what a waste..i think i deserve to see..what's in this world for me..
She refuse to look back..to go back..because there was this invitation that hard to decline..a promise of smile and experience of new things..maybe something that makes it all worthwhile..the magic of this wide sky..
But later did she know..though it was happiness..it was briefed..amidst the hardship and keeping up with the blow of strong winds..the invitation's promised just couldn't keep..she gotten the smile but later the tears..unable to understand..so the risk have shown..a storm..a fail..a heart..her heart..broken..something is new..yes a pain..
Almost broken..she flew back to her nest..to rest from the big and unforgiving outside..to keep silent..to keep it all to herself..maybe she'll be okay again..no one will ever know..but all things find their way to escape..some judge her but real friends love her more so..
Just when she thought it will take her time to be brave again..A friend came..a friend without a promise on his pocket..a friend who only offered a hand for her to hold onto..enough for her to try again..to fly..to see the big world..and this time in different way..
no more hopeful heart..only with a happy heart..with her new friend..
...A Prince who made her heart smile again..
Once there was a lost bird..who tried to escape from her shielded nest..she thought she could just flew and see the world..without a guide..without a clear sight..
For the first time she felt some freedom..everything looks nice and wonderful..she thought why would they keep this things from me? why cover my eyes from this beauty? what a selfishness..what a waste..i think i deserve to see..what's in this world for me..
She refuse to look back..to go back..because there was this invitation that hard to decline..a promise of smile and experience of new things..maybe something that makes it all worthwhile..the magic of this wide sky..
But later did she know..though it was happiness..it was briefed..amidst the hardship and keeping up with the blow of strong winds..the invitation's promised just couldn't keep..she gotten the smile but later the tears..unable to understand..so the risk have shown..a storm..a fail..a heart..her heart..broken..something is new..yes a pain..
Almost broken..she flew back to her nest..to rest from the big and unforgiving outside..to keep silent..to keep it all to herself..maybe she'll be okay again..no one will ever know..but all things find their way to escape..some judge her but real friends love her more so..
Just when she thought it will take her time to be brave again..A friend came..a friend without a promise on his pocket..a friend who only offered a hand for her to hold onto..enough for her to try again..to fly..to see the big world..and this time in different way..
no more hopeful heart..only with a happy heart..with her new friend..
...A Prince who made her heart smile again..
Stolen Page from Her Diary
written by: Tins (aka Writer^426/Headhunters)
(from Sasa's POV)
Alone. Everyone's greatest fear. I am one of everyone. Being alone and was left hanging..forced me to face a very deep wound that even after a year, caused me endless tears. A pain bought by a single soul cannot outweigh the love pouring from the family, friends n fans that i love and who loves me back. Music finds its way to heal my heart, to forgive, to let go and to live again. I sing with my heart, i felt with my songs, i inspire from my soul. i laugh at myself, and realized how i loved who i am. When you love life, life has its magic and unique way to love you back. I dont know if it's one single look, one single touch, a warm hug or a unconscoius spark, that brings the universe in front of me, a fresh new feeling i thought i couldnt see. He made me smile again. He makes me believe in something again. With unspoken respect, with a candid playfulness, with plain yet sincerest words, and with taking things slow. We're walking hand in hand -- and not running with fingers intertwined that previously took away my peace of mind. Love is a slow dance. You step, you fall, you step again n you fall again. Yet at every fall i learned that you can sing with every step,and you get the feel of it.. Until you realized you are dancing it with mastery, with confidence on the way you it to be. Without losing myself, without stepping anyone around me. Without changing me. And when the dance is over i am hoping that once i turn around it's still the same man who have caught me and have never ever let me down...
(from Sasa's POV)
Alone. Everyone's greatest fear. I am one of everyone. Being alone and was left hanging..forced me to face a very deep wound that even after a year, caused me endless tears. A pain bought by a single soul cannot outweigh the love pouring from the family, friends n fans that i love and who loves me back. Music finds its way to heal my heart, to forgive, to let go and to live again. I sing with my heart, i felt with my songs, i inspire from my soul. i laugh at myself, and realized how i loved who i am. When you love life, life has its magic and unique way to love you back. I dont know if it's one single look, one single touch, a warm hug or a unconscoius spark, that brings the universe in front of me, a fresh new feeling i thought i couldnt see. He made me smile again. He makes me believe in something again. With unspoken respect, with a candid playfulness, with plain yet sincerest words, and with taking things slow. We're walking hand in hand -- and not running with fingers intertwined that previously took away my peace of mind. Love is a slow dance. You step, you fall, you step again n you fall again. Yet at every fall i learned that you can sing with every step,and you get the feel of it.. Until you realized you are dancing it with mastery, with confidence on the way you it to be. Without losing myself, without stepping anyone around me. Without changing me. And when the dance is over i am hoping that once i turn around it's still the same man who have caught me and have never ever let me down...
Working title: A Time for Love
by: Marie (aka October.story)
I'd like to share this excerpt set in Rome:
Later Stella excitedly ran to a man selling balloons and picked out a red balloon for herself. "What's up with the red balloon?" Joaquin asked Stella. He marvelled at the quirky girl standing in front of him. "Hindi ko din alam. Gusto ko lang sya. Keeps us all young, I guess. It slows time down for me every time I see one." Joaquin stopped, while Stella kept on talking and walking with her balloon. She stopped, turned and smiled just as he snapped her photo. Joaquin ran to catch up with her. He felt as if he would be more willing to lose his passport than the memory card that now has a photo of a girl with a red balloon. Joaquin and Stella passed by a wedding shop, where Stella stopped to admire a wedding gown on a mannequin. "Carpe diem," Stella whispered to herself. Just as quickly she gave the balloon to Joaquin for him to hold. "Balikan mo na lang ako in fifteen," she told him. "You think I should walk around with this?" Joaquin asked while pointing to the balloon. "No, samahan na kita sa loob." Joaquin was just as uneasy about the idea of going into a wedding shop as Stella was but both decided it shouldn't be a big deal. Minutes later Stella emerged from the dressing room in a beautiful white gown, similar to the one she saw in the window.
I'd like to share this excerpt set in Rome:
Later Stella excitedly ran to a man selling balloons and picked out a red balloon for herself. "What's up with the red balloon?" Joaquin asked Stella. He marvelled at the quirky girl standing in front of him. "Hindi ko din alam. Gusto ko lang sya. Keeps us all young, I guess. It slows time down for me every time I see one." Joaquin stopped, while Stella kept on talking and walking with her balloon. She stopped, turned and smiled just as he snapped her photo. Joaquin ran to catch up with her. He felt as if he would be more willing to lose his passport than the memory card that now has a photo of a girl with a red balloon. Joaquin and Stella passed by a wedding shop, where Stella stopped to admire a wedding gown on a mannequin. "Carpe diem," Stella whispered to herself. Just as quickly she gave the balloon to Joaquin for him to hold. "Balikan mo na lang ako in fifteen," she told him. "You think I should walk around with this?" Joaquin asked while pointing to the balloon. "No, samahan na kita sa loob." Joaquin was just as uneasy about the idea of going into a wedding shop as Stella was but both decided it shouldn't be a big deal. Minutes later Stella emerged from the dressing room in a beautiful white gown, similar to the one she saw in the window.
Stella turned from the mirror to face Joaquin. He looked up from an Italian magazine he was browsing and was suddenly mesmerized by how beautiful Stella looked. He had this feeling that he shouldn't be seeing her in a wedding gown, like it was bad luck. He had to remind himself that superstitious folks only meant the groom and not some accidental pilgrim in Rome with a red balloon. "Bagay ba?" Stella shyly asked a rather stunned Joaquin. "Bella," Joaquin said, almost in a whisper but enough for Stella and the rest of the shop to hear. Stella blushed and smiled at this and then turned to face the mirror once again. It suddenly occurred to Joaquin that would be happy if that was the only Italian word he would ever remember from this trip. He noticed how Stella tried to stand straighter and taller, examining the front of her dress and putting her chest out as soon as she noticed a full-chested lady trying on a gown next to her. The rest of the time she crossed her arms across her chest with her hands holding her shoulders. Her arms mirrored the criss-cross straps of her dress. Again Joaquin noticed the sadness in Stella's eyes. He felt as if he invaded Stella's moment and wasn't meant to see the look of regret on her face. Regret or longing, he couldn't quite tell. They came out of the shop with Stella still wearing the long white dress. Joaquin looked at Stella with a questioning look on his face. "I couldn't resist. Sale kasi," Stella said sensing his confusion. And yet Joaquin felt it was more than just that. Joaquin started to stand a little taller and his walk more dignified. He was after all walking beside a woman who would make a beautiful bride. Joaquin wished he could still call his mom to tell her about this quirky and irresistibly beautiful girl seemingly masquerading as a bride with a red balloon in the streets of Rome. Perhaps the most surprising thing, Joaquin wanted to tell his mother, is that she is walking beside him. Next scenes: a montage of Stella and Joaquin running around Rome, visiting famous sites, taking photos with Stella still wearing the white dress Music for entire montage: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N2IDkN_a8c