Dear Wednesday,
You're speacial to me and what happened to us is something I would keep. We may not have the string but I do wish I had you as a friend. I love you Wednesday, in a special extra-ordinary way.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
35 Seconds Elevator Ride - Allied Bank
1. I put myself to another messed up situation that complicates my life and others.
2. I grew up being abused at every turn and learned to see the outcome of a situation I am in and anyone who has sufferred greatly at the hand of another will understand what I just said.
3. I should not let words hurt me. I should put aside my emotion and look at things from a logical perspective, for they are only words and the people behind them are nothing.
4. I kept hurtful emotions to myself and I have a paranoid-type-of-thoughts that people around me would love to hear me tell them why my emotions are bruised.
5. It's not what they say about me, it's what they whisper.
6. The truth is different for everyone and I believe that everybody's entitled to their opinion though the feeling wasn't good at all because it's coming from people who just spent hours with me.
7. I want to make a list..100 things that makes me happy.
8. I am me because I choose to be. My alien philosophies are sacred and if that makes me a bitch, okay.
9. People trust me no more when it comes to love. I want them to know that I have the capacity to understand true love.
10. A friend told me that beginnings actually doesn't matter because flaws are there, it's the happy ending that counts. I believe her.
11. To be honest, ordinary life does not interest me. Is this the reason why I complicate things?
12. When you're down, drunk and in no mood for anything, discussions about diet coming from a person who never gets fat can make me cry.
13. Words like piggy bank, porkchop, super boink, zashikibuta, three little pigs, piglet, porky, babes in the city are so used by me everyday. haaay
14. There is nothing wrong for being happy go lucky. I've been through a lot of pain that sometimes suicide is an option. I cried, I moaned, I whined but I choose to laugh, to enjoy life and love again.
15. Facial hurts more than having a tattoo.
16. I am not serious, that's what people say...wow, I just smile.
17. I will forever love the moonlight.
18. I'm good in wasting so much time, yeah!
19. I'm spending too much on cigarettes.
20. Too much coffee and yosi creates sweaty hands. I'l be lucky to reach the age of 40.
21. Adult party rocks!
22. Alanis Morisette is my saint.
23. Cynthia Alexander, I crush you.
24. Lip balm makes my lips drier.
25. I've been spending so much time staring at my computer screen.
26. I have to start that scrapbook thing.
27. Gum, gum, gum..I need more gum..
2. I grew up being abused at every turn and learned to see the outcome of a situation I am in and anyone who has sufferred greatly at the hand of another will understand what I just said.
3. I should not let words hurt me. I should put aside my emotion and look at things from a logical perspective, for they are only words and the people behind them are nothing.
4. I kept hurtful emotions to myself and I have a paranoid-type-of-thoughts that people around me would love to hear me tell them why my emotions are bruised.
5. It's not what they say about me, it's what they whisper.
6. The truth is different for everyone and I believe that everybody's entitled to their opinion though the feeling wasn't good at all because it's coming from people who just spent hours with me.
7. I want to make a list..100 things that makes me happy.
8. I am me because I choose to be. My alien philosophies are sacred and if that makes me a bitch, okay.
9. People trust me no more when it comes to love. I want them to know that I have the capacity to understand true love.
10. A friend told me that beginnings actually doesn't matter because flaws are there, it's the happy ending that counts. I believe her.
11. To be honest, ordinary life does not interest me. Is this the reason why I complicate things?
12. When you're down, drunk and in no mood for anything, discussions about diet coming from a person who never gets fat can make me cry.
13. Words like piggy bank, porkchop, super boink, zashikibuta, three little pigs, piglet, porky, babes in the city are so used by me everyday. haaay
14. There is nothing wrong for being happy go lucky. I've been through a lot of pain that sometimes suicide is an option. I cried, I moaned, I whined but I choose to laugh, to enjoy life and love again.
15. Facial hurts more than having a tattoo.
16. I am not serious, that's what people say...wow, I just smile.
17. I will forever love the moonlight.
18. I'm good in wasting so much time, yeah!
19. I'm spending too much on cigarettes.
20. Too much coffee and yosi creates sweaty hands. I'l be lucky to reach the age of 40.
21. Adult party rocks!
22. Alanis Morisette is my saint.
23. Cynthia Alexander, I crush you.
24. Lip balm makes my lips drier.
25. I've been spending so much time staring at my computer screen.
26. I have to start that scrapbook thing.
27. Gum, gum, gum..I need more gum..
Monday, October 08, 2007
Wala
I Love You So - Natalie
Pagnapakinggan mo sya parang gusto mong makipagsayaw sa taong like mo pa lang, yung tipong hindi mo pa love, yung may kilig factor pa lang..corny.
Pero ang sabi nya,
There is passion but there is no magic..
sa tagalog,
May libog pero walang kabog..
cute, parang tagalog ng magic e kabog..
Pagnapakinggan mo sya parang gusto mong makipagsayaw sa taong like mo pa lang, yung tipong hindi mo pa love, yung may kilig factor pa lang..corny.
Pero ang sabi nya,
There is passion but there is no magic..
sa tagalog,
May libog pero walang kabog..
cute, parang tagalog ng magic e kabog..
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Chasing Ruthbeer
Dear You,
I sometimes crave about you. You and your extremely pretty face that dazzled me a year ago. I still remember how I grabbed you from the net, our first kiss and your morning visits. I still remember everything.
I sometimes miss our life together. I miss the time we first shared blanket. I miss the way you say may name. I miss the way you hold my hand or grasp my breast and every steamy moments we have. I miss you terribly that it causes pain by just remembering.
Everything was sudden. You robbed me of confidence and left me with a fear of change. A change that starts to a small day to day conflicts with which I'm unable to cope any longer without so much pain and humiliation. We are no longer close enough for honest conversation. I began to torture myself with speculations. Your uniqueness is fading.
I am slowly going crazy. I let myself be cheated. I am breaking down in front of neighbors, friends and family until suicide is an option. Suicide after all is suicide. There is something final about it and by that time, I wanted it to end.
Thank you for your uncomplimentary remarks. thank you for your cruelty, it helps me a lot. Where's the laughter and teasing, my love? This letter will never be sent to you. I don't want you reading my thoughts.
I am remorseful and ashamed for having demeaned myself in vain. I am willing to demean myself, but not in vain.
I sometimes crave about you. You and your extremely pretty face that dazzled me a year ago. I still remember how I grabbed you from the net, our first kiss and your morning visits. I still remember everything.
I sometimes miss our life together. I miss the time we first shared blanket. I miss the way you say may name. I miss the way you hold my hand or grasp my breast and every steamy moments we have. I miss you terribly that it causes pain by just remembering.
Everything was sudden. You robbed me of confidence and left me with a fear of change. A change that starts to a small day to day conflicts with which I'm unable to cope any longer without so much pain and humiliation. We are no longer close enough for honest conversation. I began to torture myself with speculations. Your uniqueness is fading.
I am slowly going crazy. I let myself be cheated. I am breaking down in front of neighbors, friends and family until suicide is an option. Suicide after all is suicide. There is something final about it and by that time, I wanted it to end.
Thank you for your uncomplimentary remarks. thank you for your cruelty, it helps me a lot. Where's the laughter and teasing, my love? This letter will never be sent to you. I don't want you reading my thoughts.
I am remorseful and ashamed for having demeaned myself in vain. I am willing to demean myself, but not in vain.
Friday, October 05, 2007
I Choose
I choose to love you in my silence,
for in my silence I find no rejection
I choose to love you in my loneliness
for in my loneliness no one owns you but I
I choose to adore you from a distance
for distance will shield us both from pain
I choose to kiss you in the wind
for the wind is gentler than my lips
I choose to hold you in my dreams
for in my dreams there is no end
--EE Cummings
for in my silence I find no rejection
I choose to love you in my loneliness
for in my loneliness no one owns you but I
I choose to adore you from a distance
for distance will shield us both from pain
I choose to kiss you in the wind
for the wind is gentler than my lips
I choose to hold you in my dreams
for in my dreams there is no end
--EE Cummings
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