it's been a long year.a year of lost causes and great expectations, a year of homesickness and complicated relationships. a whole year spent in a phonebox shouting out love down a bad line. twelve months of wishing and wanting and having to do without the simple stuff like mum's toasted bread and dad's rather twisted, but completely practical logic.and, it's been a year without you. a year (and a half) since i stopped letting you walk all over me because that look in your eyes would always, always undo me. and it'd always end the same- with promises that meant nothing to you and the world to me. little things i'd never even see or realised and i'd always thought i was always one up on others. i'm assaulted by those yesterdays, sometimes. walking down Ayala Avenue or even at Nakpil Rd. and there's a flash of brown arms and legs, pale wrists and chocolate almond eyes. i have to shake myself because, well because. it's pointless berating myself.
i hate having to look through my shoeboxes because there's always, always something about you. an unfinished letter to you, 'dear-.' and i crumple it and chuck it in the bin. and this, from me- the person who never throws things away. i can't bring myself to throw out the snapple bottles yet. they're still there- at the back of my cupboard. my scrawled, 'april 2005. I Love you baby! .' a mocking reminder of who we used to be. i can't believe i never saw the signs. letters to my best friends,'dear- .i'm sorry about always going on about -, but you know what i get like. a terrier with a bone, i just don't let go. but, i'm starting to feel like i've done something wrong. he never writes, or rings me or messages even. i've asked what's wrong, but he hasn't replied yet.maybe i've done something and he's mad at me. do you think i should apologise? yeah, i think i will actually. but i can't think of anything. but i suppose i am rather blunt and perhaps i said or did something. i can be quite ...cruel that way?i'm sorry about unloading, as always. sometimes i think he can do better, i suppose my whining must get really annoying.anyhow, how's oliver...
'half my letters were always about you. always. there was no 'me', or 'i'. just a appendage to you. i was defined by you, as stupid as that is. and i spent nine of our ten months together fretting about not being good enough.
i cried myself to sleep every day and i hated the city that kept me so, so far away from you.i rang you when my best friend left our city, and i cried down the phone and i'd never done that. i'd never cried so much before, and you were there for me and that was who i fell (a little bit) in love with. or so i believed.i don't like being wrong. but you were possibly, the biggest mistake of my mid twenty years. and i cringe at every memory and i wish i could take it all back. everything. all my wasted emotions and tears and anger and i wish, i just wish that none of this affected me still.i see the back of your head at a supermarket and i'm running through aisles trying to avoid you. i know it's you with that dark hair and those long legs and brown arms. i know that walk. i know that side tilt head thing you do. and i know your mum and your brother. i shouldn't be the one running scared. it should be you.but it isn't. like it wasn't you who said, 'enough'. just like it wasn't you who cared. and exactly how it wasn't you who wasn't good enough.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
A Love Letter to NO One...
So many nights, so many hours. Nights that lasted forever. Nights that tore into me and ripped out what little hope was left. I used to often sit alone on those nights pouring my heart out in a love letter to no one. Paragraph upon paragraph of useless words, tear stains on the paper, all in vain. Each letter was burnt and cast off to the winds. Perhaps off to find a hopeless dreamer such as myself. I’d dream what he’d look like, the way he’d smell. The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands. I’d write out the words I longed to say to anyone who was willing to hear them. Played out conversations in my head with a man who’d never love me. A man who wasn’t any more real than the hopes that kept me living. I believed in fairy tales. I thought that there was a person out there for everyone. The greedy, the poor, the overweight, the disabled, the gay, the snobby, the overly nice, even the “bad” people. I kept thinking that there was someone out there that was meant for me and all I had to do was find him.
As I grew older, the fairy tale faded away. Once upon a time became something I wanted to forget and happily ever after grew to be a myth. I have an uncle who’s never fallen in love, and has given up on even searching for it. Some people live their whole lives and never fall in love. I have to believe in love, whether I want to or not, because I lived it and I lost it. I even saw it in my grandparents eyes when my grandfather was in the hospital dying and my grandmother was sent to a nursing home. I’d never seen my grandfather cry before. He said he just misses her and wanted to be with her. They’ve been married sixty something years.
There might just be a person out there made for everyone. And there might not be. With so many people in the world, how do you know you’ve found the right one? Attraction can be mistaken for love. It can also grow to love. Sometimes, there’s your soulmate and then there’s the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with. But what if you discover that the other half of your soul was the one you chose to be with? Aren’t you dying to find out? So many nights, so many hours. Nights that lasted forever. Nights that bore deep into my soul and brought out light I’ve never known existed. I sit wrapped in thoughts of you. No longer shall I write a love letter to no one. Tonight, I write a letter to someone. Paragraph upon paragraph of words which paint a portrait of a dozen fairy tales come true.
As I grew older, the fairy tale faded away. Once upon a time became something I wanted to forget and happily ever after grew to be a myth. I have an uncle who’s never fallen in love, and has given up on even searching for it. Some people live their whole lives and never fall in love. I have to believe in love, whether I want to or not, because I lived it and I lost it. I even saw it in my grandparents eyes when my grandfather was in the hospital dying and my grandmother was sent to a nursing home. I’d never seen my grandfather cry before. He said he just misses her and wanted to be with her. They’ve been married sixty something years.
There might just be a person out there made for everyone. And there might not be. With so many people in the world, how do you know you’ve found the right one? Attraction can be mistaken for love. It can also grow to love. Sometimes, there’s your soulmate and then there’s the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with. But what if you discover that the other half of your soul was the one you chose to be with? Aren’t you dying to find out? So many nights, so many hours. Nights that lasted forever. Nights that bore deep into my soul and brought out light I’ve never known existed. I sit wrapped in thoughts of you. No longer shall I write a love letter to no one. Tonight, I write a letter to someone. Paragraph upon paragraph of words which paint a portrait of a dozen fairy tales come true.
Love and Chaos (Another Moment of Self Contemplation)
I keep going back to this ridiculous notion that people keep wanting to put forward to me (and perhaps that I keep going back to in my own conditioned response to reality) that you can somehow predict the outcome of love. That if you “choose” to love someone with (or without) certain characteristics, you can somehow be assured of safety. Yet all that I have experienced in my life proves the opposite. People are surprising…delightfully so. And anyway, that is the whole point of love, isn’t it? To reveal some hidden inner truth in another person that maybe no one else has ever been able to reveal. Certainly that is never predictable, and if it was, I wouldn’t want it. If I wanted a predictable high, I would just do a bunch of drugs. No. I love chaos, and love is chaos. Full on. Delicious. Chaos.
Yum!
Yum!
Love Et Al!
My friends are the most important people in the world to me -- I love my friends, I adore them, I would do anything in the world to contribute to their happiness. To be honest, I can be a lot more ardent about my friends than I sometimes am about my romantic relationships. According to a mindset that only recognizes couples and not-couples, that kind of affection makes no sense; it's the mindset that produces phrases like "just friends." I can't even comprehend "just" friends -- you can't get any closer to me than friendship. Who needs a boyfriend when you've got half a dozen real friends? Now, if one comes along, that's great; I'm not against the idea. But if he doesn't, my sense of self-worth remains intact. I am whole the way I am.
I love it! And, yes...there's room for romantic entanglements at some point, but I really find myself wishing to avoid them entirely right now. Not out of fear, but out of...well...apathy. For awhile there, I was feeling like it would be really nice to find a friend to snuggle with at night, but now that it's SO FUCKING HOT outside, that desire is quickly dissipating, as well.
Yay! I want to write more about this! Surely there are more out there! Let's start a revolution! Let's redefine relationships!
I love it! And, yes...there's room for romantic entanglements at some point, but I really find myself wishing to avoid them entirely right now. Not out of fear, but out of...well...apathy. For awhile there, I was feeling like it would be really nice to find a friend to snuggle with at night, but now that it's SO FUCKING HOT outside, that desire is quickly dissipating, as well.
Yay! I want to write more about this! Surely there are more out there! Let's start a revolution! Let's redefine relationships!
Amidst The Smoke and Booz
I said nothing upon hearing Miles frantically professed how she still badly wanted Kaye back in her arms. I didnt even bother say any word of encouragement for her to at least manage to feel relieved and eventually function well once more. I did nothing. Not that I was droopy towards the episode. It was just because Miles - my best girl budd and steady emotional partner in life,love and crime, unintentionally made me reminisce a vivid picture of what was it like to be left alone by someone who told you would stand by your side no matter what, someone who told you that love would conquer all.
Miles was crying loudly while relentlessly drinking a bottle of draft beer and continuously puffing her cigar. For almost five extensive years of solid and unadulterated friendship, that was the only night I saw her lost herself. I can’t blame her. Kaye, her girlfriend for over two years, apparently exchanged her for a japanese social nightbird.
I said nothing upon hearing Miles frantically professed how she still badly wanted Kaye back in her arms. I didn’t even bother say any word of encouragement for her to at least manage to feel relieved and eventually function well once more. I did nothing. Not that I was droopy towards the episode. It was just because Miles unintentionally made me reminisce a vivid picture of what was it like to be left alone by someone who told you would stand by your side no matter what, someone who told you that love would conquer all. I remembered when I was in the same situation, trying to be hard-hitting for my own sake even though deep within, the twinge was too much to endure and swallow. Fragment by fragment, both quixotic and appalling memories of this Guy (lets just hide him by the pseudo name John), my ex-partner, twirled into me. It was the summer of 2001.
I must confess it was a fast-paced relationship. We met through a common friend. We exchanged numbers. He called me up the night after. I drove to his place. We had fried chicken and pizzas for dinner. We kissed. We slept together. The next day, we were officially a couple. It was like a horse race. Mikee Cojuangco can make a run for her money.
John's condominium unit in Makati became my second asylum. Since it was a summer and I was about to be part of the working class of preoffesionals back then, I got to spend myriad hours with him since his work in one of the premiere makers of succulent and vigorous pineapple products both in the Philippines and abroad wasn’t really a tedious and demanding one.
Oftentimes he would wake me up after a strenuous night just to ask me to properly tuck his long sleeves in his trousers. And since I am not the type of a human being that can suitably get back to slumber after being disturbed, I would sometimes make his coffee, work on his laundry, organize his much disorganized closet, or at times cook for him the dishes I learned from taking basic culinary arts when I was still in high school. In return, I would criticize his indolence when it comes to doing household chores. Nevertheless I can’t blame a guy who grew up with a yaya until the age of 13 and a person extremely allergic to detergent soap. But then again, I never felt I was domesticated, even a bit, for I cherished how he actually appreciated my simple efforts to become a good partner to him.
On the other side, I also did appreciate his very own way of showing me his passion. He several times drove me to fancy dinners that there were occurrences that I silently grumble to him about the price of each plate, but money never really became a large deal for him. Also, he gave me dozens of stuff toys that we each named after our childhood sweethearts . He even knew the birthday of my mom and my sister until this year, he greeted her.
He is a perfect guy and we were a perfect couple..
Whenever we were free, we do movie marathons. He told me that he was crazy about Julia Roberts. He was so engrossed that within the span of our relationship, we watched Pretty Woman for eight times. John had already mastered some of the movie’s lengthy lines delivered by both Julia and Richard Gere. One time while watching the mentioned film, he recalled that the first time he watched the movie was way back mid 1995 in Quad together with his ex-girlfriend in high school. I simply ignored his recollection of it and instead thought that John was just really a huge aficionado of the physically big-mouthed yet competent Hollywood actress.
Speaking of competition, John and I battled things a lot. I would never forget our encounters over play station. We even considered having eating contests and the one who finished last takes care of the mucky dishes. John and I were so tough and so competitive that in some instances, even the smallest sparks lead to destructive forest fires just like what we see on the Discovery Channel.
If Sandra Bullock became the Ms. Congeniality, Chris was the Mr. Congeniality and his portrayal of the role would definitely hand him a Golden Globe nomination. He was extraordinarily congenial that he flirted with different guys and went home with the “others” when I wasn’t around. I knew that awful truth when I got to read from his mobile phone’s inbox a message from another person, thanking John for a wonderful and amazingly erotic night at his house and he even asked my John when would be the next saga. I retained my forbearing stance and calmly asked him about the guy. “It was just sex. I’m sorry,” he said upon realizing that I had discovered his duplicity. With those words of admittance, I just considered it a removed pebble that got inside my loafers. Then came twice. And thrice. I tried to keep my temperance. “I won’t care if other people would get a taste of John as long as I know for a fact that his heart is still mine,” I firmly told myself. On that particular moment, I knew I was in love. Unfortunately, it was also the similar moment when John lost his love for me.
The judgment day came. John called me and he asked if we can talk. In his unusual sinister tone, I felt a sudden rush that pulsated all over my system. Still, I overcame the uneasiness I have had inside and after a few seconds I agreed to talk with him. Blah…blah…blah…and he finally said, “It was not you. It was me.” John wanted me to react. But I decided to ask or retort no more. I dropped the game, I gave up the competition.
After a few days of hearing John's farewell antics and eventually getting separated with him, nobody even had an inch of clue of how much pain I went through. I still loved John so much that I endured dialing his number even though he kept ignoring my calls. I still loved John so much that I would send messages to him, telling him how much I missed our time and how much I longed for everything even though I got no reply from him, even though I would start feeling tiny pains in my thumb. I still loved him so much that I incessantly left messages to his answering machine even though I knew he was home and just purely didn’t want to talk with me. I loved him so much that I almost lost my sanity.
When the wound was still fresh, I decided not to live in the past. Yes there were memories that I just wanted to linger forever, but sometimes some memories just don’t. It was not really me. It was not really my fault. Sometimes, it was really just how life went for me. After some sighs and sobs, there were lessons learned that helped me continue my life. The “it-was-not-you-it-was-me phenomenon” soon became over.
Its was almost 5 years years ago, I was crying loudly while relentlessly drinking a bottle of draft beer and continuously puffing my cigar. That was the only night Miles saw me lost myself. She can’t blame me. I just fell in love…truthfully and faithfully… without conditions… one hundred and one percent, if it was possible…
Miles was crying loudly while relentlessly drinking a bottle of draft beer and continuously puffing her cigar. For almost five extensive years of solid and unadulterated friendship, that was the only night I saw her lost herself. I can’t blame her. Kaye, her girlfriend for over two years, apparently exchanged her for a japanese social nightbird.
I said nothing upon hearing Miles frantically professed how she still badly wanted Kaye back in her arms. I didn’t even bother say any word of encouragement for her to at least manage to feel relieved and eventually function well once more. I did nothing. Not that I was droopy towards the episode. It was just because Miles unintentionally made me reminisce a vivid picture of what was it like to be left alone by someone who told you would stand by your side no matter what, someone who told you that love would conquer all. I remembered when I was in the same situation, trying to be hard-hitting for my own sake even though deep within, the twinge was too much to endure and swallow. Fragment by fragment, both quixotic and appalling memories of this Guy (lets just hide him by the pseudo name John), my ex-partner, twirled into me. It was the summer of 2001.
I must confess it was a fast-paced relationship. We met through a common friend. We exchanged numbers. He called me up the night after. I drove to his place. We had fried chicken and pizzas for dinner. We kissed. We slept together. The next day, we were officially a couple. It was like a horse race. Mikee Cojuangco can make a run for her money.
John's condominium unit in Makati became my second asylum. Since it was a summer and I was about to be part of the working class of preoffesionals back then, I got to spend myriad hours with him since his work in one of the premiere makers of succulent and vigorous pineapple products both in the Philippines and abroad wasn’t really a tedious and demanding one.
Oftentimes he would wake me up after a strenuous night just to ask me to properly tuck his long sleeves in his trousers. And since I am not the type of a human being that can suitably get back to slumber after being disturbed, I would sometimes make his coffee, work on his laundry, organize his much disorganized closet, or at times cook for him the dishes I learned from taking basic culinary arts when I was still in high school. In return, I would criticize his indolence when it comes to doing household chores. Nevertheless I can’t blame a guy who grew up with a yaya until the age of 13 and a person extremely allergic to detergent soap. But then again, I never felt I was domesticated, even a bit, for I cherished how he actually appreciated my simple efforts to become a good partner to him.
On the other side, I also did appreciate his very own way of showing me his passion. He several times drove me to fancy dinners that there were occurrences that I silently grumble to him about the price of each plate, but money never really became a large deal for him. Also, he gave me dozens of stuff toys that we each named after our childhood sweethearts . He even knew the birthday of my mom and my sister until this year, he greeted her.
He is a perfect guy and we were a perfect couple..
Whenever we were free, we do movie marathons. He told me that he was crazy about Julia Roberts. He was so engrossed that within the span of our relationship, we watched Pretty Woman for eight times. John had already mastered some of the movie’s lengthy lines delivered by both Julia and Richard Gere. One time while watching the mentioned film, he recalled that the first time he watched the movie was way back mid 1995 in Quad together with his ex-girlfriend in high school. I simply ignored his recollection of it and instead thought that John was just really a huge aficionado of the physically big-mouthed yet competent Hollywood actress.
Speaking of competition, John and I battled things a lot. I would never forget our encounters over play station. We even considered having eating contests and the one who finished last takes care of the mucky dishes. John and I were so tough and so competitive that in some instances, even the smallest sparks lead to destructive forest fires just like what we see on the Discovery Channel.
If Sandra Bullock became the Ms. Congeniality, Chris was the Mr. Congeniality and his portrayal of the role would definitely hand him a Golden Globe nomination. He was extraordinarily congenial that he flirted with different guys and went home with the “others” when I wasn’t around. I knew that awful truth when I got to read from his mobile phone’s inbox a message from another person, thanking John for a wonderful and amazingly erotic night at his house and he even asked my John when would be the next saga. I retained my forbearing stance and calmly asked him about the guy. “It was just sex. I’m sorry,” he said upon realizing that I had discovered his duplicity. With those words of admittance, I just considered it a removed pebble that got inside my loafers. Then came twice. And thrice. I tried to keep my temperance. “I won’t care if other people would get a taste of John as long as I know for a fact that his heart is still mine,” I firmly told myself. On that particular moment, I knew I was in love. Unfortunately, it was also the similar moment when John lost his love for me.
The judgment day came. John called me and he asked if we can talk. In his unusual sinister tone, I felt a sudden rush that pulsated all over my system. Still, I overcame the uneasiness I have had inside and after a few seconds I agreed to talk with him. Blah…blah…blah…and he finally said, “It was not you. It was me.” John wanted me to react. But I decided to ask or retort no more. I dropped the game, I gave up the competition.
After a few days of hearing John's farewell antics and eventually getting separated with him, nobody even had an inch of clue of how much pain I went through. I still loved John so much that I endured dialing his number even though he kept ignoring my calls. I still loved John so much that I would send messages to him, telling him how much I missed our time and how much I longed for everything even though I got no reply from him, even though I would start feeling tiny pains in my thumb. I still loved him so much that I incessantly left messages to his answering machine even though I knew he was home and just purely didn’t want to talk with me. I loved him so much that I almost lost my sanity.
When the wound was still fresh, I decided not to live in the past. Yes there were memories that I just wanted to linger forever, but sometimes some memories just don’t. It was not really me. It was not really my fault. Sometimes, it was really just how life went for me. After some sighs and sobs, there were lessons learned that helped me continue my life. The “it-was-not-you-it-was-me phenomenon” soon became over.
Its was almost 5 years years ago, I was crying loudly while relentlessly drinking a bottle of draft beer and continuously puffing my cigar. That was the only night Miles saw me lost myself. She can’t blame me. I just fell in love…truthfully and faithfully… without conditions… one hundred and one percent, if it was possible…
Dont tell your Boyfriend About Me..
Don't tell your Boyfriend...about me..
Don't tell me to stop crying, please just hold me while I do...Soothe me with your silence and just cradle me to you....Don't push me for my reasons or expect me to explainHow come I say I'm happy to be on my own again...?
Don't tell your boyfriend about me 'cos your boyfriendwon't like boys like me You don't have to tell your boyfriend about meIf you just hold me, hold me, hold me....
Don't tell me to stop crying, please just hold me while I do...Soothe me with your silence and just cradle me to you....Don't push me for my reasons or expect me to explainHow come I say I'm happy to be on my own again...?
Don't tell your boyfriend about me 'cos your boyfriendwon't like boys like me You don't have to tell your boyfriend about meIf you just hold me, hold me, hold me....
And again..Its All about YOU!
I've written a thousand letters, but none of them seemed good enough to give to you. It's sad I can could never find to words that would fully explain how I feel for you. You are so many things to me and yet you'll never know. You have been my greatest pseudo-lover and my best friend over the years. I've trusted you before I knew you. Your smile says so many diffrent things at once.Plus you do some of the cutest things without realizing it, and when you do them you some how manage to steal my heart all over again....
Thank you....you know who you are...
Thank you....you know who you are...
Bakit Kaya Ganun?
Ang hirap no? Ung pilitin kalimutan angtaongmahal n mahal mu...ung taong xa din mismu angsobrang nanakit sau..
E kaw naman kc sumobra namanconfident mo sa sarili....porket alammong mahal na mahal ka na nyabinabalewala mo na!
Hay life....ang stupid no? ang tagalmong hinintayang taong tapat sau, taposngayong anjannad mo naman pinapahalagahan!
Ano bang klaseng utak meron ka?
Ngayon, nagsawa na sya!Napagod na at unti-unti narin nawalan ngpagmamahal sayo....
1 araw bigla na lang nyang nasabi sa sarilinya naayaw na nya at napagod na din syangintindihinkunganong mundo meron ka....
Natawa ka nalang...hehehehehehe
Eh ano?
Ako naman nambalewala e!Masaya naman ako kahit wala sya!I dont care!D ko na sya mahal no!!!
WOW ASTIG.....Daling sabihin no?
E bat bago matulog sya parin iniisip mo?Bat mga ngiti pa din nya nakalarawan sautak mo?Bat hanggang ngayon d mo syamakalimutan?Bat namimis mo sya?ung mga txt nia sau naby,kain kna ha??by,asan ka??by,mahal na mahal kita tandaan mu yan..by na kta kta ah..by ang cute tlga ng mata mo..by wag na wag mo ko iiwan kailangangkailangan kta..by sbrang saya ko sau...ILOVEYOU..:'(
Dati everytym n tinetext k nia, galit n galit kKc ang filing mu minomonitor k n niaOras oras, pag nagseselos siya kala mo wala naciang twala sau, eh tanga ka pla eh,, mahal kanga eh, xempre ayaw ka niya mawala.. pag nagaaway, ano? papakita mo sa kanya na kahitmwala cia kayang kaya mo!!ang TAAS NG PRIDE MO!!
Pero ngaun, parang bumaliktad angmundo..hinahanap hanap mu xa ngaun??!!!
O kala ko ba d mo na sya mahal?....
o baka naman d mo lang kayang amininsa sarili moang labis na panghihinayang...
Ngayon ako naman angtatawa.. hahahahahhahah
Minsan kc iba ang sinasabi ng puso satotoong nararamdaman n2!
E pano yan wala na sya? Masakit no???Kasi kahit gusto mo syang kausapin, mkasama dmo na magawa dahil alam mu n ikaw nman angODER MAN/WOMAN ngaun sa buhay nia..at ung dating akala mu wala lng, na pinagbigyanmo sa knya..ang may KARAPATAN... na sa taongMAHAL mo..
Ngayon,sa palagay mo sinong niloko mo?sya ba?
Malamang ngayon masaya na sya,habang ikawpatuloy na niloloko sarili mo sa bagay naakala mo totoo!!!
Guys, the lesson hir is....
Minsan lang dumating ang taong pwedeng mag mahal sayo ng totoo at kayang tumanggap ng buong pagkatao moh.......
MINSAN lang......at pag yan pinakawalan mo...baka d mo na kayang ibalik pa ang MINSAN!
E kaw naman kc sumobra namanconfident mo sa sarili....porket alammong mahal na mahal ka na nyabinabalewala mo na!
Hay life....ang stupid no? ang tagalmong hinintayang taong tapat sau, taposngayong anjannad mo naman pinapahalagahan!
Ano bang klaseng utak meron ka?
Ngayon, nagsawa na sya!Napagod na at unti-unti narin nawalan ngpagmamahal sayo....
1 araw bigla na lang nyang nasabi sa sarilinya naayaw na nya at napagod na din syangintindihinkunganong mundo meron ka....
Natawa ka nalang...hehehehehehe
Eh ano?
Ako naman nambalewala e!Masaya naman ako kahit wala sya!I dont care!D ko na sya mahal no!!!
WOW ASTIG.....Daling sabihin no?
E bat bago matulog sya parin iniisip mo?Bat mga ngiti pa din nya nakalarawan sautak mo?Bat hanggang ngayon d mo syamakalimutan?Bat namimis mo sya?ung mga txt nia sau naby,kain kna ha??by,asan ka??by,mahal na mahal kita tandaan mu yan..by na kta kta ah..by ang cute tlga ng mata mo..by wag na wag mo ko iiwan kailangangkailangan kta..by sbrang saya ko sau...ILOVEYOU..:'(
Dati everytym n tinetext k nia, galit n galit kKc ang filing mu minomonitor k n niaOras oras, pag nagseselos siya kala mo wala naciang twala sau, eh tanga ka pla eh,, mahal kanga eh, xempre ayaw ka niya mawala.. pag nagaaway, ano? papakita mo sa kanya na kahitmwala cia kayang kaya mo!!ang TAAS NG PRIDE MO!!
Pero ngaun, parang bumaliktad angmundo..hinahanap hanap mu xa ngaun??!!!
O kala ko ba d mo na sya mahal?....
o baka naman d mo lang kayang amininsa sarili moang labis na panghihinayang...
Ngayon ako naman angtatawa.. hahahahahhahah
Minsan kc iba ang sinasabi ng puso satotoong nararamdaman n2!
E pano yan wala na sya? Masakit no???Kasi kahit gusto mo syang kausapin, mkasama dmo na magawa dahil alam mu n ikaw nman angODER MAN/WOMAN ngaun sa buhay nia..at ung dating akala mu wala lng, na pinagbigyanmo sa knya..ang may KARAPATAN... na sa taongMAHAL mo..
Ngayon,sa palagay mo sinong niloko mo?sya ba?
Malamang ngayon masaya na sya,habang ikawpatuloy na niloloko sarili mo sa bagay naakala mo totoo!!!
Guys, the lesson hir is....
Minsan lang dumating ang taong pwedeng mag mahal sayo ng totoo at kayang tumanggap ng buong pagkatao moh.......
MINSAN lang......at pag yan pinakawalan mo...baka d mo na kayang ibalik pa ang MINSAN!
Just Needed Someone...
Someone kind and thoughtful ...Someone loving and caring... Someone who's fun to be with ...Someone who's no self-centered.... A good listener.... Someone stick-to-one.... Someone who's tired playin around.... Someone who can accept me for who i am ....Someone understanding and patient........ Someone who will not take me for granted ......Someone honest and decent......... Someone who will always be there for me no matter what Someone supportive......... Someone who's not moody ang fickle minded........ Someone whom i can share my thoughts and dreams ........Someone I can hug and kiss good morning and goodnight for the rest of my life...... Someone who seeks for a serious and long-term-relationship ...
Sana sya na Nga ...
Kay tagal kong ipinagdasal sa Diyos na bigyan Niya ako ng taong magmamahal at makakasama ko sa buhay, 'yung hindi ako paglalaruan at mamahalin ang kabuuan ko, masaya ako kasi pagkatapos ng sanlaksang luha at masasakit na karanasan sa pag-ibig ay ibinigay na Niya sa akin ang taong makakasama ko sa panghabang panahon.
Nag-uumapaw ang puso ko sa kaligayahan. Mabilis ang bawat tibok at sa muling pagkakataon magmamahal akong muli ng walang halong pangamba na matulad ito sa aking nakaraan. Sisimulan naming dalawa ang isang bagong umaga na magkasama. Nagdadamayan at magkayakap naming haharapin ang bawat problemang darating. Ngayon higit kailanman, hindi na ako matitinag at hindi ko isusuko ang isang pagkakataong liligaya ako ng lubusan.
Para akong high school ulit na sumasabak sa pag-ibig sa unang pagkakataon, sa totoo lang kinikilig ako sa mga sandaling ito. Bumibilis ang pintig ng puso ko sa kagalakan.
Alam ko siya na talaga at naniniwala akong itinadhana kaming magsama at magmahalan hanggang sa huling tibok ng aming mga puso.
Thank you Lord. =)
Nag-uumapaw ang puso ko sa kaligayahan. Mabilis ang bawat tibok at sa muling pagkakataon magmamahal akong muli ng walang halong pangamba na matulad ito sa aking nakaraan. Sisimulan naming dalawa ang isang bagong umaga na magkasama. Nagdadamayan at magkayakap naming haharapin ang bawat problemang darating. Ngayon higit kailanman, hindi na ako matitinag at hindi ko isusuko ang isang pagkakataong liligaya ako ng lubusan.
Para akong high school ulit na sumasabak sa pag-ibig sa unang pagkakataon, sa totoo lang kinikilig ako sa mga sandaling ito. Bumibilis ang pintig ng puso ko sa kagalakan.
Alam ko siya na talaga at naniniwala akong itinadhana kaming magsama at magmahalan hanggang sa huling tibok ng aming mga puso.
Thank you Lord. =)
Saturday, June 24, 2006
A Sad Truth
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Another Moment in Contemplation - My Thoughts In Filipino
Kapag Ginulo ka ng Pag-ibig
Marami kang iniisip, naiisip at gustong isipin. Pero mas gusto mong malaman ng lahat ng tao ang lahat ng kabangagan mo. Wala lang.
Magpapansin. Umasang may mag-rereply sa senseless thoughts mo.
Mag-advice. Magsabing, "Oo.. naiintindihan kita.."
Pero ayos lang sayo kahit di nila basahin to. Bakit pa? Sino ka ba?
Nakakadiri. Ayaw mong tuksuhin ka nilang, "yuck!! Ang mushy mo pala!!"
Sa lahat ng kaibigan mong humihingi ng advice tungkol sa pag-ibig, ang sinasabi mo lang palagi, "*****, kalimutan mo na lang yang nararamdaman mo. Korni mo e. Ang OA mo pa. Guguluhin lang nyan buhay mo." Ang sasabihin pa nila sayo, "Talaga? Buti ka pa, wala kang lovelife. Di ka stressed. Di ka kinakabahan palagi --"
"At di ako mukhang *****."
May na-offend ka na naman. Pero pakialam mo ba sa kanila? Totoo naman ah.
Tapos bigla mong mare-realize, may problema ka na rin pala. Hayop talaga. Gusto mong sumigaw. Bakit may nanggugulo na rin ng buhay mo ngayon?
Ang dami mong crush, grabe. Yung isang guy na nagyaya ng date sa Greenbelt, yung guy na na meet ko sa BED, Malate, yung guy na nasa kabilang building na nagyayang mag coffee sa starbucks kasama ako nung minsang naabutan ako ng malakas na ulan sa tapat ng office nila matapos kong mag client call. Yung guy na nakipagkilala sa MRT Ayala station , yung bigla nalang lumapit habang abala ka sa pakikinig ng bago mong I-pod, matapos makipagkilala ay niyaya kang kumain muna sandali sa Shangri-la sa crossing...
Si Mark na dating taga UP din pero ngayoy Manager na sa isang napakalaking Call Center sa Makati , si Gbhoy ng front desk ng isang 4-star hotel sa Manila , si Karl na dating kasama ko sa Monster Radio 89.9 nung nag Radio One DJ ako. Si Don , agent ko dati nung supervisor pa ako sa isa din malaking call center sa Alabang at si Brad Pitt. Si Mark Walhberg.
Sampu. Imagine?
Pero di naman nila ginugulo ang buhay mo.
Ayos lang di ba? Kaso may isang taong di mo maintindihan kung bakit kahit anong gawin mo, talagang ginugulo pa rin niya yung buhay mo.
Para siyang mangkukulam. Kahit saan nakikita mo siya.
Inalis mo na noon yung pangalan nya sa phone mo. Kaso sinulat mopa rin yung number nya sa diary mo. Engot ka talaga. Tapos nilagay mo ulit sa cell mo. Tapos inalis mo ulit kase nainis ka. Naihagis mo pa nga sa kama mo yung phone mo e. Tapos naisip mo wala rin namang epekto kung nasa cell mo siya o wala, kaya nilagay mo na lang ulit.Tapos binura mo na talaga ngayon. Panahon na para kalimutan na talaga sya --- naiisip mo.
Okay na? Hinde. Mas malala.
Na-memorize mo na kase yung number nya. Tsk tsk tsk. Naaawa ka na talaga sa sarili mo.
Naiinis ka pa kapag sinasabi sayo ng mga kaibigan mo, "Nakita ko sha sa A.S. kanina." Asar na asar ka. Sabay sigaw with matching facial __expression, "PAKEELAM KO?"
At magtatanong sila ng isang tanong na matagal mo nang hinihintay na sagutin sa harap ng maraming tao: "Baket? Ayaw mo na ba sa kanya?"
Tatahimik ka muna. Parang si Lei sa harap ni **** Chin.
Magbubuntung-hininga. Tititigan silang lahat na naghihintay ng sagot mo.
Biglang magkakaron ng split personality disorder, ngingiti at magsasalita: "Sino yon?"
Nagandahan ka sa ginawa mo. Effective. Wow, para talagang di na nya kilala.
Biglang makikita mo siya. Ayun. Mabubuwisit ka talaga. Maaalala mo yung mga panahong pinagmukha ka niyang *****. Yung panahong kailangan mo siya. Yung panahong iniwan ka nya sa ere... Yung panahong tinalikuran ka nya.
Masisira ang araw mo. Wala ka sa mood makipagtawanan. Sisigawan mo ang kaibigan mong natapakan ang white rubber shoes mo. Gugustuhin mong balatan ng buhay ang lahat ng taong nagtatanong kung bakit ka wala sa mood. Hihilingin mong mong makapag-teleport ka papuntang Egypt.
At bigla mong maririnig ang isa sa mga kaibigan mo, "Ganyan talaga pag in-love." May background pang mga palihim na tawa. At sabay-sabay silang kakanta ng --- Why do birds suddenly appear...
Di ka makakapagsalita. Mararamdaman mong umiinit yung tenga mo, yung leeg mo, yung mukha mo. Bigla mong maiisip ang pinakaepektibong palusot, ngingiti at magsasalita, "Sino yon?"
Ayos na sana, kaso di mo naisip na mali yung statement mo. At bago mo pa mabawi ang sinabi mo, sasabihin na nila, "Baket? Me sinabe bang pangalan??? Yak!! Halata!!!"
Feeling mo masusunog na sa init yung mukha mo.
Kahit anong pilit mong kalimutan siya, mabilis talagang kumalat ang balita. Minsan naglalakad ka. May masasalubong kang dalawang taong di mo kilala. Magbubulungan sila. Titingnan ka, mula ulo hanggang paa, at maririnig mo ang isang bulong: "Yan ba?"
Grabe, ang ganda na naman ng araw mo.
Di mo na lang papansinin. Kahit nakikilala mo na sila. Isang araw naman nakikipagkwentuhan ka sa isang client mo. Gwapo. Niloloko mo pa nga tong taong to na siya na ang pinakagwapong taong nakita mo sa personal. Hehe, tawa nya. Ang saya-saya mo, biglang may dadaan sa likod mo na dalawang taong di sinasadyang naging pamilyar na sayo. Lumingon ka, at pagtalikod mo, nagsalita ang isa: "Pinagpapantasyahan e no?" Sasagot ang isa pa, "Oo nga."
Oh hindee!!! Anong nagawa mo??
Titigil ka na sa pakikipagkwentuhan. Aalis ka na lang na punung-puno ng sama ng loob.
Naaasar ka sa lahat ng tao. Bakit kailangang pakialaman ang buhay ng taong ni hindi nila kilala? Bakit kailangang pagtawanan at ipagkalat ang mga bagay na di na dapat pinag-uusapan? Marami pang version yung mga naririnig mo sa kanila. Minsan ganito, "Siya yun." O kaya, "Ows? Yan yon?" Hayop. Marathon eavesdropper ka kase.
Kahit ikaw mandidiri sa iniisip mo.
At matapos mong malaman ang lahat ng bagay tungkol sa kanya, kahit yung nilihim nya at nalaman mo lang nung tapos na, naisip mong kalimutan na lang talaga siya.
One time nakipag-chat ka.
musta luvlyf?
meron b?
wlang kwenta
ows? bkt?
basta. wla syang kwenta.
mahal mo?
huh?
mhl mo p rn un.
weh
honestly, mhl m p rn ba?
argh!
ewan
wlang kwenta pero mhl mo?
tsk tsk
Matitigilan ka. Tititigan mo yung monitor ng matagal.
am i ryt?
hey
Ita-type mo yung "gtg" nang di oras. May kasama pang "nys miting u" para di halatang nabwisit ka sa sinabi nya. Alt-F4. Disconnect. Shut down.
Asar na asar ka na talaga sa sarili mo. Di mo na gustong mag-teleport. Gusto mo na lang talagang ma-dissolve sa hangin.
Ikaw na ngayon ang nangangailangan ng advice. Pero walang kwenta lahat ng sinabi nila. "Kalimutan mo na siya." PAANO? "Wag ka kase magpapaapekto. Wag mo isipin yung sinasabi ng ibang tao." HA?!? ANG LABO!!! "Marami pang iba jan!" EH SIYA NGA LANG EH!!! Aasarin ka pa kapag sinabi nilang, "Bakit di na lang si _____? Yihee! Okay naman siya ah." Ngek, ano yun, ganon lang kadali?
Nakatitig ka ngayon sa monitor. Pabalik-balik ka lang sa lyrics.com, sa CRS, at sa email composer mo. Nakakainis. Di mo na alam kung ano pa ang sasabihin mo.
Tama, bwisit sa buhay yang feelings na yan. May magtatanong pa, "Bakit mo ba yon mahal?" Wow pare, wala kang maisagot. Buti pa sa Math pwede kang manghula ng formula, pwede mong paglaruan ang solution mo. May partial points ka pa. Eh sa tanong na yon? Tsk tsk. Malabong mangyari yon.
At kung BS Love and Affection ang course mo, tol mas mabuti pang mag-shift ka na lang sa BA Emotionlessness and Insensitivity habang maaga. Malamang magkita pa kayo don.
Paulit-ulit mong sinasabi sa sarili mo na wala ka na talagang pakialam sa kanya. Pero bakit pag nakikita mo siya, natitigilan ka pa rin? Minsan, kaibigan mo na yung nagsasabi sayo, O, kala ko ba wala na?
Tatawa ka na lang. Lalakasan mo para di mahalata yung teary eyes mo.
Di ka na naman makakapagsalita. Litong-lito ka na. Di mo alam kung bakit nga ba ganon. Kung bakit ka apektado. Kung bakit nagbabago ang lahat pag nandiyan siya. Kung bakit gustung-gusto mo siyang bigyan ng nerve cells para maramdaman niya ang lahat Lahat.
Ngayon, ipapadala mo to sa mga kaibigan mo, sa mga ka-block mo, at sa iba pang taong wala talagang pakialam sayo. Sa kanilang lahat, di mo alam kung sino talaga ang may tiyagang tapusin ang ganito kahabang senseless na mensahe. Di mo rin alam kung sino talaga ang mag-iisip para sayo. Di mo alam kung sino ang maaapektuhan.
Somehow, gusto mong ma-disconnect ka na lang bigla. Maubusan ng internet credits. Sabugan ng pc. Mag-brown-out. Biglang mag-collapse. Umiyak. Malunod. Maging ipis. Uminom ng Skele-Gro. Mabagsakan ng asteroid. Maglahong parang bula.
Kase, tama yung sinabi ng naka-chat mo. Sinasabi mong walang kwenta, pero mahal mo.
Sobra.
Marami kang iniisip, naiisip at gustong isipin. Pero mas gusto mong malaman ng lahat ng tao ang lahat ng kabangagan mo. Wala lang.
Magpapansin. Umasang may mag-rereply sa senseless thoughts mo.
Mag-advice. Magsabing, "Oo.. naiintindihan kita.."
Pero ayos lang sayo kahit di nila basahin to. Bakit pa? Sino ka ba?
Nakakadiri. Ayaw mong tuksuhin ka nilang, "yuck!! Ang mushy mo pala!!"
Sa lahat ng kaibigan mong humihingi ng advice tungkol sa pag-ibig, ang sinasabi mo lang palagi, "*****, kalimutan mo na lang yang nararamdaman mo. Korni mo e. Ang OA mo pa. Guguluhin lang nyan buhay mo." Ang sasabihin pa nila sayo, "Talaga? Buti ka pa, wala kang lovelife. Di ka stressed. Di ka kinakabahan palagi --"
"At di ako mukhang *****."
May na-offend ka na naman. Pero pakialam mo ba sa kanila? Totoo naman ah.
Tapos bigla mong mare-realize, may problema ka na rin pala. Hayop talaga. Gusto mong sumigaw. Bakit may nanggugulo na rin ng buhay mo ngayon?
Ang dami mong crush, grabe. Yung isang guy na nagyaya ng date sa Greenbelt, yung guy na na meet ko sa BED, Malate, yung guy na nasa kabilang building na nagyayang mag coffee sa starbucks kasama ako nung minsang naabutan ako ng malakas na ulan sa tapat ng office nila matapos kong mag client call. Yung guy na nakipagkilala sa MRT Ayala station , yung bigla nalang lumapit habang abala ka sa pakikinig ng bago mong I-pod, matapos makipagkilala ay niyaya kang kumain muna sandali sa Shangri-la sa crossing...
Si Mark na dating taga UP din pero ngayoy Manager na sa isang napakalaking Call Center sa Makati , si Gbhoy ng front desk ng isang 4-star hotel sa Manila , si Karl na dating kasama ko sa Monster Radio 89.9 nung nag Radio One DJ ako. Si Don , agent ko dati nung supervisor pa ako sa isa din malaking call center sa Alabang at si Brad Pitt. Si Mark Walhberg.
Sampu. Imagine?
Pero di naman nila ginugulo ang buhay mo.
Ayos lang di ba? Kaso may isang taong di mo maintindihan kung bakit kahit anong gawin mo, talagang ginugulo pa rin niya yung buhay mo.
Para siyang mangkukulam. Kahit saan nakikita mo siya.
Inalis mo na noon yung pangalan nya sa phone mo. Kaso sinulat mopa rin yung number nya sa diary mo. Engot ka talaga. Tapos nilagay mo ulit sa cell mo. Tapos inalis mo ulit kase nainis ka. Naihagis mo pa nga sa kama mo yung phone mo e. Tapos naisip mo wala rin namang epekto kung nasa cell mo siya o wala, kaya nilagay mo na lang ulit.Tapos binura mo na talaga ngayon. Panahon na para kalimutan na talaga sya --- naiisip mo.
Okay na? Hinde. Mas malala.
Na-memorize mo na kase yung number nya. Tsk tsk tsk. Naaawa ka na talaga sa sarili mo.
Naiinis ka pa kapag sinasabi sayo ng mga kaibigan mo, "Nakita ko sha sa A.S. kanina." Asar na asar ka. Sabay sigaw with matching facial __expression, "PAKEELAM KO?"
At magtatanong sila ng isang tanong na matagal mo nang hinihintay na sagutin sa harap ng maraming tao: "Baket? Ayaw mo na ba sa kanya?"
Tatahimik ka muna. Parang si Lei sa harap ni **** Chin.
Magbubuntung-hininga. Tititigan silang lahat na naghihintay ng sagot mo.
Biglang magkakaron ng split personality disorder, ngingiti at magsasalita: "Sino yon?"
Nagandahan ka sa ginawa mo. Effective. Wow, para talagang di na nya kilala.
Biglang makikita mo siya. Ayun. Mabubuwisit ka talaga. Maaalala mo yung mga panahong pinagmukha ka niyang *****. Yung panahong kailangan mo siya. Yung panahong iniwan ka nya sa ere... Yung panahong tinalikuran ka nya.
Masisira ang araw mo. Wala ka sa mood makipagtawanan. Sisigawan mo ang kaibigan mong natapakan ang white rubber shoes mo. Gugustuhin mong balatan ng buhay ang lahat ng taong nagtatanong kung bakit ka wala sa mood. Hihilingin mong mong makapag-teleport ka papuntang Egypt.
At bigla mong maririnig ang isa sa mga kaibigan mo, "Ganyan talaga pag in-love." May background pang mga palihim na tawa. At sabay-sabay silang kakanta ng --- Why do birds suddenly appear...
Di ka makakapagsalita. Mararamdaman mong umiinit yung tenga mo, yung leeg mo, yung mukha mo. Bigla mong maiisip ang pinakaepektibong palusot, ngingiti at magsasalita, "Sino yon?"
Ayos na sana, kaso di mo naisip na mali yung statement mo. At bago mo pa mabawi ang sinabi mo, sasabihin na nila, "Baket? Me sinabe bang pangalan??? Yak!! Halata!!!"
Feeling mo masusunog na sa init yung mukha mo.
Kahit anong pilit mong kalimutan siya, mabilis talagang kumalat ang balita. Minsan naglalakad ka. May masasalubong kang dalawang taong di mo kilala. Magbubulungan sila. Titingnan ka, mula ulo hanggang paa, at maririnig mo ang isang bulong: "Yan ba?"
Grabe, ang ganda na naman ng araw mo.
Di mo na lang papansinin. Kahit nakikilala mo na sila. Isang araw naman nakikipagkwentuhan ka sa isang client mo. Gwapo. Niloloko mo pa nga tong taong to na siya na ang pinakagwapong taong nakita mo sa personal. Hehe, tawa nya. Ang saya-saya mo, biglang may dadaan sa likod mo na dalawang taong di sinasadyang naging pamilyar na sayo. Lumingon ka, at pagtalikod mo, nagsalita ang isa: "Pinagpapantasyahan e no?" Sasagot ang isa pa, "Oo nga."
Oh hindee!!! Anong nagawa mo??
Titigil ka na sa pakikipagkwentuhan. Aalis ka na lang na punung-puno ng sama ng loob.
Naaasar ka sa lahat ng tao. Bakit kailangang pakialaman ang buhay ng taong ni hindi nila kilala? Bakit kailangang pagtawanan at ipagkalat ang mga bagay na di na dapat pinag-uusapan? Marami pang version yung mga naririnig mo sa kanila. Minsan ganito, "Siya yun." O kaya, "Ows? Yan yon?" Hayop. Marathon eavesdropper ka kase.
Kahit ikaw mandidiri sa iniisip mo.
At matapos mong malaman ang lahat ng bagay tungkol sa kanya, kahit yung nilihim nya at nalaman mo lang nung tapos na, naisip mong kalimutan na lang talaga siya.
One time nakipag-chat ka.
musta luvlyf?
meron b?
wlang kwenta
ows? bkt?
basta. wla syang kwenta.
mahal mo?
huh?
mhl mo p rn un.
weh
honestly, mhl m p rn ba?
argh!
ewan
wlang kwenta pero mhl mo?
tsk tsk
Matitigilan ka. Tititigan mo yung monitor ng matagal.
am i ryt?
hey
Ita-type mo yung "gtg" nang di oras. May kasama pang "nys miting u" para di halatang nabwisit ka sa sinabi nya. Alt-F4. Disconnect. Shut down.
Asar na asar ka na talaga sa sarili mo. Di mo na gustong mag-teleport. Gusto mo na lang talagang ma-dissolve sa hangin.
Ikaw na ngayon ang nangangailangan ng advice. Pero walang kwenta lahat ng sinabi nila. "Kalimutan mo na siya." PAANO? "Wag ka kase magpapaapekto. Wag mo isipin yung sinasabi ng ibang tao." HA?!? ANG LABO!!! "Marami pang iba jan!" EH SIYA NGA LANG EH!!! Aasarin ka pa kapag sinabi nilang, "Bakit di na lang si _____? Yihee! Okay naman siya ah." Ngek, ano yun, ganon lang kadali?
Nakatitig ka ngayon sa monitor. Pabalik-balik ka lang sa lyrics.com, sa CRS, at sa email composer mo. Nakakainis. Di mo na alam kung ano pa ang sasabihin mo.
Tama, bwisit sa buhay yang feelings na yan. May magtatanong pa, "Bakit mo ba yon mahal?" Wow pare, wala kang maisagot. Buti pa sa Math pwede kang manghula ng formula, pwede mong paglaruan ang solution mo. May partial points ka pa. Eh sa tanong na yon? Tsk tsk. Malabong mangyari yon.
At kung BS Love and Affection ang course mo, tol mas mabuti pang mag-shift ka na lang sa BA Emotionlessness and Insensitivity habang maaga. Malamang magkita pa kayo don.
Paulit-ulit mong sinasabi sa sarili mo na wala ka na talagang pakialam sa kanya. Pero bakit pag nakikita mo siya, natitigilan ka pa rin? Minsan, kaibigan mo na yung nagsasabi sayo, O, kala ko ba wala na?
Tatawa ka na lang. Lalakasan mo para di mahalata yung teary eyes mo.
Di ka na naman makakapagsalita. Litong-lito ka na. Di mo alam kung bakit nga ba ganon. Kung bakit ka apektado. Kung bakit nagbabago ang lahat pag nandiyan siya. Kung bakit gustung-gusto mo siyang bigyan ng nerve cells para maramdaman niya ang lahat Lahat.
Ngayon, ipapadala mo to sa mga kaibigan mo, sa mga ka-block mo, at sa iba pang taong wala talagang pakialam sayo. Sa kanilang lahat, di mo alam kung sino talaga ang may tiyagang tapusin ang ganito kahabang senseless na mensahe. Di mo rin alam kung sino talaga ang mag-iisip para sayo. Di mo alam kung sino ang maaapektuhan.
Somehow, gusto mong ma-disconnect ka na lang bigla. Maubusan ng internet credits. Sabugan ng pc. Mag-brown-out. Biglang mag-collapse. Umiyak. Malunod. Maging ipis. Uminom ng Skele-Gro. Mabagsakan ng asteroid. Maglahong parang bula.
Kase, tama yung sinabi ng naka-chat mo. Sinasabi mong walang kwenta, pero mahal mo.
Sobra.
Friday, June 02, 2006
HIM .... and ...ME... (Circa Makati 2006)
HIM....Sits in silence at a filled table, feeling the chatter of the voices wash over him, not stirring him from his own private thoughts. he’s really just waiting to go home and be alone, but to let down the façade would prove more trouble than its worth.Sitting Waiting WatchingClosing his mind back into his own thoughts he pulls at his sweater, trying to feel for the place that once held a heart. Feelings, words, silvery touches glide through his memory as he recalls the journey that got him to where he is now.No escapeWhen did he change?he hates what he has become, but he is helpless to change it – he is only what he has made him. Shaped and curved to perfection, everything he wants him to be. He recalls when he used to smile and mean it, when words meant everything and touches even more. He remembers promises made way back then, and still made – still meaning nothing. Just made to pass the time. That’s all they’re doing now. Passing time for a meaningless cause.Stirred from his thoughts as the others begin to rise, he picks up his bag and follows. No eye contact, he just wants to remember yesterday.
When love wasn’t just a word.ME...I no longer see the beauty in his rich brown eyes, the colour of mocha or the darkest chocolate you savour at midnight. I doesn’t see the shimmering of his dark asian hair, or the manner and grace of his step. I only sees shades of grey, swirling and twisting – images of the guys I has loved before. Twisting curls, wind chime laughs, interlocking lips – they all merge into one as I look for perfection. The perfection he can never give me. I dont feel the touches as his eyes burn holes into my face and his fingers roam my skin before settling within his own. I am no longer aware of how beautiful a-pair we make.He is beautiful – he doesn’t mean a thing.Perfection cannot be manufactured, no matter how he tries.he is not who I need.If only he were someone else, the one he had – the one he wants to recreate. Then maybe he could make the meaningless whispers mean something. Maybe he could put passion behind those soft touches and sweet kisses.But the show must go on.He..Feels the touch of his fingers on his leg as they begin the journey home. He whispers in my ear and sends shivers down my spine, almost touching my core. I hates this feeling – the manipulation.
I am his a puppet; oh and how he knows how to pull my strings. Suggestions flow smoothly from his parted lips as I tried so desperately not to react, trying to keep the barrier up between us; trying to keep my distance. My legs begin to shake in the sheer anticipation, and its hard to tell when the feeling changes from excitement to regret – before we have made it to the end of the street.Giving myself has never been so hard.Resisting was never easy.I looks up into his eyes, wanting him to understand how much these words hurt me when we both know they don’t mean a thing.
Wanting him to realise how much I need him, and that I knows everything he feels. Can see the calculation behind every perfect move, the movement of every finger across my skin.His eyes go hazy as he succumbs to his touch and prepares himself for another shot at perfection.He..Begins with his hands, then follows with his mouth, skin on skin and they begin.He studies my form as he lays me down on the pillow, watching my hair as it splays out across the pillow in picturesque form. My image twists and swirls in his mind as the others replace his, – by the one who’s face is never far from his thoughts. I could be perfect, if he could see me – not the ghost of the lies he still keeps so close to his heart.That’s his kind of truth.He knows this night will be the same as the others, every single time.Motions leading to noises leading to passion, heat and screams.But they will be dimmed as his thoughts stray to anything, anything but him. He knows how to make it good, and keep me coming back for more.And he knows he feels nothing.But he doesn’t know I feels the same.
He moves forward and the actions are put into motion.ME..Pulls him down close to me as his hands rake across his back, kissing him, willing him to feel something – anything other than the nothingness reflected in his eyes. His hands move from left to right and I can almost trace after the heat he ignites not matter how cold his hands may remain.I tense as he moves for the buttons of my jacket, before placing my own hands over his. I pull them away and moves from under him to the side of the bed, before reaching for my shoes and bag. Invisible strings pull me back towards the bed, back towards everything he wants but can never have.Love.With a final glance from smouldering eyes he looks towards me , someone who will always love but never be loved by, not with the passion and all consuming feelings he keeps so deep inside me. With perfect precision and a shaky heart, he stands and moves softly over to the door, leaving everything he has ever needed behind.he could be losing everything.But, he never had “everything” to begin with.He..Watches stunned as this guy he has never seen before moves away from him and to the door.
His head clears as he sees a me before him that has the strength that no other guy he have had before.The strength to walk away.I turn around and glances at him and he sees the fire in my rich chocolate eyes, and the regret that seeps in me before I even met the door. My body sways in perfect time with the beating of his heart as he realises that I was everything he ever wanted in a guy.
I was every lover he had ever had, and only too willing to make myself into what he wanted, every different person who had ever meant anything to him.And I was leaving him.His heart slowly cracked with every delicate footstep, and he reaches out to the retreating figure in a desperate attempt to keep me here, and meet this guy that meant everything to him, without him knowing it.“I love you” He called out.“I’ve heard it all before..”I whisperedas I closed the door.
When love wasn’t just a word.ME...I no longer see the beauty in his rich brown eyes, the colour of mocha or the darkest chocolate you savour at midnight. I doesn’t see the shimmering of his dark asian hair, or the manner and grace of his step. I only sees shades of grey, swirling and twisting – images of the guys I has loved before. Twisting curls, wind chime laughs, interlocking lips – they all merge into one as I look for perfection. The perfection he can never give me. I dont feel the touches as his eyes burn holes into my face and his fingers roam my skin before settling within his own. I am no longer aware of how beautiful a-pair we make.He is beautiful – he doesn’t mean a thing.Perfection cannot be manufactured, no matter how he tries.he is not who I need.If only he were someone else, the one he had – the one he wants to recreate. Then maybe he could make the meaningless whispers mean something. Maybe he could put passion behind those soft touches and sweet kisses.But the show must go on.He..Feels the touch of his fingers on his leg as they begin the journey home. He whispers in my ear and sends shivers down my spine, almost touching my core. I hates this feeling – the manipulation.
I am his a puppet; oh and how he knows how to pull my strings. Suggestions flow smoothly from his parted lips as I tried so desperately not to react, trying to keep the barrier up between us; trying to keep my distance. My legs begin to shake in the sheer anticipation, and its hard to tell when the feeling changes from excitement to regret – before we have made it to the end of the street.Giving myself has never been so hard.Resisting was never easy.I looks up into his eyes, wanting him to understand how much these words hurt me when we both know they don’t mean a thing.
Wanting him to realise how much I need him, and that I knows everything he feels. Can see the calculation behind every perfect move, the movement of every finger across my skin.His eyes go hazy as he succumbs to his touch and prepares himself for another shot at perfection.He..Begins with his hands, then follows with his mouth, skin on skin and they begin.He studies my form as he lays me down on the pillow, watching my hair as it splays out across the pillow in picturesque form. My image twists and swirls in his mind as the others replace his, – by the one who’s face is never far from his thoughts. I could be perfect, if he could see me – not the ghost of the lies he still keeps so close to his heart.That’s his kind of truth.He knows this night will be the same as the others, every single time.Motions leading to noises leading to passion, heat and screams.But they will be dimmed as his thoughts stray to anything, anything but him. He knows how to make it good, and keep me coming back for more.And he knows he feels nothing.But he doesn’t know I feels the same.
He moves forward and the actions are put into motion.ME..Pulls him down close to me as his hands rake across his back, kissing him, willing him to feel something – anything other than the nothingness reflected in his eyes. His hands move from left to right and I can almost trace after the heat he ignites not matter how cold his hands may remain.I tense as he moves for the buttons of my jacket, before placing my own hands over his. I pull them away and moves from under him to the side of the bed, before reaching for my shoes and bag. Invisible strings pull me back towards the bed, back towards everything he wants but can never have.Love.With a final glance from smouldering eyes he looks towards me , someone who will always love but never be loved by, not with the passion and all consuming feelings he keeps so deep inside me. With perfect precision and a shaky heart, he stands and moves softly over to the door, leaving everything he has ever needed behind.he could be losing everything.But, he never had “everything” to begin with.He..Watches stunned as this guy he has never seen before moves away from him and to the door.
His head clears as he sees a me before him that has the strength that no other guy he have had before.The strength to walk away.I turn around and glances at him and he sees the fire in my rich chocolate eyes, and the regret that seeps in me before I even met the door. My body sways in perfect time with the beating of his heart as he realises that I was everything he ever wanted in a guy.
I was every lover he had ever had, and only too willing to make myself into what he wanted, every different person who had ever meant anything to him.And I was leaving him.His heart slowly cracked with every delicate footstep, and he reaches out to the retreating figure in a desperate attempt to keep me here, and meet this guy that meant everything to him, without him knowing it.“I love you” He called out.“I’ve heard it all before..”I whisperedas I closed the door.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I hope Someday He Reads This
it' s been a long time since we parted ways and i know that you' re really happy and inlove now, well i' m glad i made the right decision of letting you go. The first year without you wasn' t really easy for me but i made it through somehow, now i' m fighting for the 2nd year, still without you and most probably i could never have you back again. it was odd 'coz my feelings hasn' t change even a bit.
There were moments where i could still feel the pain and when i start to reminisce our happy moments i would just smile and it' s as if you' re here..i must be crazy.hehe..i was hoping that he takes care of you just the way i do, you know i always wanted to see you happy, that' s my ultimate goal. i still want to put that sweet smile on your face someday, that' s why i' m striving so hard to give atleast one of your greatest dream. Like have your billboard in EDSA or somewhere, i know you really want that.or i hope i could take you to paris your dream place. a pet Chihuahua that you' re longing to have for like years.a european or asian cruise, guess that' s gonna take a lot of money. .but you know what? i really don' t care bout how much will it cost or how will people judge me positively or negatively, no one can measure how happy and fulfilled i am everytime i see you happy. Remember the time when i gave you a ring? i wrapped it around a pink kiddie socks, i asked you if it fit in well you said yes, you were so happy and surprised that time, then you asked me why i gave you a kiddie socks, i started laughing coz you didn' t know that there was a ring on it coz it fell on your bed..it was one of the bestest memories of us..that time i felt very lucky coz how could a 21 years old guy appreciate a simple pink kiddie socks
There were moments where i could still feel the pain and when i start to reminisce our happy moments i would just smile and it' s as if you' re here..i must be crazy.hehe..i was hoping that he takes care of you just the way i do, you know i always wanted to see you happy, that' s my ultimate goal. i still want to put that sweet smile on your face someday, that' s why i' m striving so hard to give atleast one of your greatest dream. Like have your billboard in EDSA or somewhere, i know you really want that.or i hope i could take you to paris your dream place. a pet Chihuahua that you' re longing to have for like years.a european or asian cruise, guess that' s gonna take a lot of money. .but you know what? i really don' t care bout how much will it cost or how will people judge me positively or negatively, no one can measure how happy and fulfilled i am everytime i see you happy. Remember the time when i gave you a ring? i wrapped it around a pink kiddie socks, i asked you if it fit in well you said yes, you were so happy and surprised that time, then you asked me why i gave you a kiddie socks, i started laughing coz you didn' t know that there was a ring on it coz it fell on your bed..it was one of the bestest memories of us..that time i felt very lucky coz how could a 21 years old guy appreciate a simple pink kiddie socks
My Puppy Love Story!
Ah puppy love stories...I recall mine. It was the summer of mid-80's. I was 11, turning 12. He was 12. I met him when my family went to Bali Indonesia to visit my tita and cousins. Now he was my cousin's classmate. My parents made me and my sister go with my cousins to their school--Bali International School. He was a really cute white boy (the only time I got ever got interested in a white boy). He started out as a show-off. But later on, apparently he told my cousin I was cute and said he liked me. He talked to me the next time I went with my cousins and he said he liked me and I guess I said I liked him too. We ended up holding hands haha!!! Hanggang dun lang po!!! I left that summer and he gave me a letter. I sent him a letter from the Philippines through my cousins. My cousins later on went for a vacation in Manila they said he thought my guy cousin was playing a prank on him, so I never wrote back.I wonder how he is...I wonder if he grew up good looking. I think I still have that letter somewhere...
Everything About the Rain ( BED circa 2006 )
Its falling and falling. Falling like how you fell for him . Falling hard and fast and roughly but sweet and lightly and beautiful. Its falling from the sky, far far away up where heaven knows, falling down quick but in a slow motion, before smashing on the ground.
You love the rain. Yes, you really do. Really. It means so much for you. Several moments in your life have been in the rain. Some sad ones and some happy ones. Some sweet ones and some bad ones. Whatever they were, they mean a lot for you. Really. They do.
You remember the time you first met. It was raining then. Oh, it was such a rainstorm because thats how you felt. A complete disaster. Your life was a dirty mess and you met him in a coffeeshop. You were bored and looking for a hot mocha frappe, flipping through a boring cheap thriller book with a pathetic title and unknown author in big golden letters.
What about the time you kissed? Storm. Rainstorm of course.At a party, you saw him there. He was friend of a friends friend apparently. You gave him a smile and he shot a goofy-looking smile back. But then, later on, you caught him in the bathroom to a cute looking guy you did not want to know the name of. Lips glued, arms and legs tangled, bodies swaying. He was kissing the life out of him.
You froze, caught his eye and ran. You ran, ran and ran in the rain. All wet, all cold. You ran till your legs couldnt carry you and the feeling of stupidity broke out. The tears were burning away the coldness from your cheeks. So many emotions were washing you. Sadness, anger, heartache, frustration, you name it. Thats when you felt the slight pressure on your shoulder and the heavy smell of alcohol went up your nose. Him. It was Him, the one with the big H.
*******. Idiot. You refused to look at him and you barely even knew him or even knew why you felt like this and he begged you to forgive him and he barely even knew you. he gave the explanation of why be had been with that guy. Suddenly, stupidity came back again. You felt so stupid. *******. Idiot.
He slowly, very carefully, put his hands around your waist, so gently as if you were going push him away any moment, which you would if it werent for the fact that you had oddly forgiven him. Thats when it happened.
CRASH! BANG! BOOM! Everything around you exploded and you drowned with no mercy. he kissed you. he kissed you! You fell right then, right there, that moment. Nothing would be the same. Nothing.
The days and weeks and months that followed were heaven. Oh so beautiful and sweet love. Roses, chocolate, dinners, cuddling in the couch while watching Peter Pan (your favourite film), dancing, cards, books, kisses, laughter, banana splits in cafés and other lovely stuff lovers suppose to do. Everything was so perfect until devil himself showed up of course and took over. You should have known it was too good to last.
The break-up was very hard to go through but just like the sentence tells, you did make it through. It was in the rain too though. You both went out one day together. Had dinner, some little drinks and dancing, a walk and so on, you know, the usual stuff. You felt it inside you, coming, just like you always do. It was going to rain. You were on your way back home and then she abruptly stopped. he gave you the We-Need-To-Talk-It-Is-Serious-Look. The look that told you everything would change. And then she uttered those three words. Three simple words that did changed everything.
"It is over."
Thats all he said before he turned away. Away from the rain. Away from you. You fell this time too. You fell down to the ground on your knees and cried, the tears making no difference to the rain that fell so slowly and sweet and sad. It was raining just like your emotions and wetting you, leaving you cold and gasping and shivering.Here was no rainstorm that day. Just rain.
This is life, you think. This is happiness. And you couldnt care a damn about anything else
You love the rain. Yes, you really do. Really. It means so much for you. Several moments in your life have been in the rain. Some sad ones and some happy ones. Some sweet ones and some bad ones. Whatever they were, they mean a lot for you. Really. They do.
You remember the time you first met. It was raining then. Oh, it was such a rainstorm because thats how you felt. A complete disaster. Your life was a dirty mess and you met him in a coffeeshop. You were bored and looking for a hot mocha frappe, flipping through a boring cheap thriller book with a pathetic title and unknown author in big golden letters.
What about the time you kissed? Storm. Rainstorm of course.At a party, you saw him there. He was friend of a friends friend apparently. You gave him a smile and he shot a goofy-looking smile back. But then, later on, you caught him in the bathroom to a cute looking guy you did not want to know the name of. Lips glued, arms and legs tangled, bodies swaying. He was kissing the life out of him.
You froze, caught his eye and ran. You ran, ran and ran in the rain. All wet, all cold. You ran till your legs couldnt carry you and the feeling of stupidity broke out. The tears were burning away the coldness from your cheeks. So many emotions were washing you. Sadness, anger, heartache, frustration, you name it. Thats when you felt the slight pressure on your shoulder and the heavy smell of alcohol went up your nose. Him. It was Him, the one with the big H.
*******. Idiot. You refused to look at him and you barely even knew him or even knew why you felt like this and he begged you to forgive him and he barely even knew you. he gave the explanation of why be had been with that guy. Suddenly, stupidity came back again. You felt so stupid. *******. Idiot.
He slowly, very carefully, put his hands around your waist, so gently as if you were going push him away any moment, which you would if it werent for the fact that you had oddly forgiven him. Thats when it happened.
CRASH! BANG! BOOM! Everything around you exploded and you drowned with no mercy. he kissed you. he kissed you! You fell right then, right there, that moment. Nothing would be the same. Nothing.
The days and weeks and months that followed were heaven. Oh so beautiful and sweet love. Roses, chocolate, dinners, cuddling in the couch while watching Peter Pan (your favourite film), dancing, cards, books, kisses, laughter, banana splits in cafés and other lovely stuff lovers suppose to do. Everything was so perfect until devil himself showed up of course and took over. You should have known it was too good to last.
The break-up was very hard to go through but just like the sentence tells, you did make it through. It was in the rain too though. You both went out one day together. Had dinner, some little drinks and dancing, a walk and so on, you know, the usual stuff. You felt it inside you, coming, just like you always do. It was going to rain. You were on your way back home and then she abruptly stopped. he gave you the We-Need-To-Talk-It-Is-Serious-Look. The look that told you everything would change. And then she uttered those three words. Three simple words that did changed everything.
"It is over."
Thats all he said before he turned away. Away from the rain. Away from you. You fell this time too. You fell down to the ground on your knees and cried, the tears making no difference to the rain that fell so slowly and sweet and sad. It was raining just like your emotions and wetting you, leaving you cold and gasping and shivering.Here was no rainstorm that day. Just rain.
This is life, you think. This is happiness. And you couldnt care a damn about anything else
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