The Letter (A touching piece of work)

One day, I will disappear completely. The letters will mean nothing. The world will get tired of me. You will get tired of me. I will get tired of myself, and I…and I will never get tired of you.

For you..there will be NO endings. I will say your name over and over like a refrain. My prayer to no one. then I’ll be a flower, the one you’ll never pick and will endure the breathless waiting until boundaries disappear.With nothing to do, I make new constellations images of you as I remember. Dancing, sitting, walking. There are stars from a different view, but still I see nothing but you. Unfurling like a flower, swiveling like a leaf. I once watched you sleep beside me. It was dark then, but the darkness is deeper now. Tonight in my dreams I will see you. The love of my life, clothed only in light.

Like a kite, I’ve given myself up to the wind. I made friends with the sun. Confuse the birds with strange and distant voyages, but it is you that ties the thread and holds me down. Like a kite, I will forver hold your hand and with a burning human longing in your hands, I surrender....

"My life started when I loved you and that’s how I want it to end.”


*** The post came from JEKAY's Blog; whoever originally wrote this must have been my soulmate! ****

A Love Letter (Circa 2004)

Mahal,

Hi! I hope everythings ok with you this past fewdays.If ever you would like to know what hashappened to me, well everythings ok - I just damn MISS you so much and yes - Im hating it...hatingit coz' its beyond me and I have nothing to do but to think about you every second of every day...But missing you is not the purpose of thisletter.Im writting you this letter to tell you thingst hat is on my mind right now.Things that is clogging my psyche for the past weeks.Thoughts thats have been playing in my mind which causes a mixture of joy and disturbance.Its been a few weeks now, and almost every givend ay that we have the opportunity - we meet, have breakfast, go out for lunch,go out with myfriends, stay in your place or hang-out in my apartment. These moments are always full of sweetness,laughters, exchange of sweet nothings and loads of stories about ourselves or just play naughty with each other. All of these things although quit short has already curved a niche within me.Strange it may seem coz' its never been like this in my past few relationships.Its been a long time since I was really serious with someone and honestly, Its always hard for me to trust and give my love to anyone.I have been into a lot of short term flings inthe past - so many that I honestly dont even remember their names, or even the places or circumstances why I have met them. I also had my lionshare of one-night-stands and constant bedbuddies in the past, people who shared with me afew momemts of unheralded passion and bliss yet,so few if none really got into my fancy.Most of them are just like your ordinary spurr-of-the-moment just to statisfy ones need at that time.Honesty, and I hope you'll forgive me, in the beggining I thought your just one of those people.I never really knew that everything will be different - that everything will change when I've met you.Friends who knows me and who have already met you said that it would be foolish to fall in love much less to be serious with you. They say you are young - still very much impulsive,very much adventerous and that we are imcompatible in manyways.I can only say that there maybe alot ofthings that we would be hearing from other peoplein the future but be rest assured that whateverthey say it would never really mean to me for I only care for you.They would never know how much love Im feeling from you.You always make me very special whenever were together, all those moments I shared with you always lingeres in my thoughts which makes it harder not to be with you.

I thank you for bringing me back faith in love -love that goes beyond the norms of this society.Thank you for giving me hope - hope that gives me streangth to move into this world full of namesless and faceless people who cares for nothing but themselves and their personal gain.Thank you for making me find peace - peace that once was mine and was lost in this savage garden called life but, now because of you I have found once more... and now I am in perfect harmony with my innerself.Thank you for your love - thank you for letting me love you!



( I've written the letter above April 2004 for someone I've almost though to spend life forver...)


*** I found this at the sent items on my email.... I just thought of posting it here as a memorial of the love I had for him then ... ****

MEN - What and Who they really are! (from Oprah)

If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.
Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.
Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.

Slower is better.

Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.

If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends". A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.

Don't settle.

If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is
Don't stay because you think "it will get better"
You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
The only person you can control in a relationship is you.

Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women..

He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?

Always have your own set of friends separate from his.
Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.
If something bothers you, speak up..

Never let a man know everything.* He will use it against you later.

You cannot change a man's behavior.* Change comes from within.

Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...
Even if he has more education or in a better job.

Do not make him into a quasi-god.
He is a man, nothing more nothing less.
Never let a man define who you are.
Never borrow someone else's man.
If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.
A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.

All men are NOT dogs.

You should not be the one doing all the bending...
Compromise is two way street.

You need time to heal between relationships. ..
There is nothing cute about baggage...
Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship

You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...
A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals. ..
Look for someone complimentary. ...not supplementary.

Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.

Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted

Never move into his mother's house.. Never co-sign for a man.

Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.*
Keep him in your radar but get to know others.

Scared of being alone is what makes a lot of women stay in relationships that are abusive or hurtful: Dr. Phill

You should know that:
You're the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and if a man mistreats you, he'll miss out on a good thing. If he was attracted to you in the 1st place, just know that he's not the only one.

They're all watching you, so you have a lot of choices.
Make the right one.

The Players Down Fall

I wanna be the person who makes the PLAYER fall

I wanna be the person who makes him drool after all...

I wanna be the person who shakes his score and quit his GAME

To stick with ME to the end and draw HEARTS around MY name...

Wishing...

For once ...

I wanna be the reason why he cut his hair just because I told him so...

The reason why he eats something just because its my favorite food...

The reason why he buys a shirt because I have the same color...

The reason why he falls asleep while holding his phone at night...

The reason why he loves something he used to hate coz' I love it...

And lastly, I wanna be the reason why he smiles and laugh...

I wanna be the "because" of his ever "why's"....

Closing Cycles

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.



Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?



You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.



But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.



None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.



Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it maybe!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.



Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.



Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the ideal moment. Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person. Nothing is irreplaceable. A habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.



Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are....

Latest updates on the life of the Blue Unicorn

To all my friends and all the thousands of readers of my blogs who have been asking me what are the latest updates about my personal life, here it is:

1. I'm still madly in-love with my "baby". We've been together for 2 years now.
2. Thanks to hard work and perseverance plus ALOT of prayers, I am now a Manager in the Human Resource Department of the company where I belong. It was a long journey to reach this coveted post and yet I still know I have a long way to go in terms of my professional career.
3. I was able to save and invest in different financial investment which I am planning to continue in 10-15 years to ensure that I have enough money to put up my dream business - a restaurant chain and a hotel-resort !
4. I'm still putting most of my savings in my Retirement Fund c/o a reputable Investment & Insurance company which would ensure a comfortable life for me when I grow old
5. I'm planning to start another blog that would focus on Human Resource so that budding HR professionals can learn from what I have learned in my career.
6. My 1st real estate investment - a condominium unit is already being build after LONG months of waiting. My very own crib. After this my next plan is to save for my 1st house & lot.
7. My relationship with my siblings and my Mom is getting stronger. They would be based in the US very soon and I try to have quality bonding time with them as much as I can.
8. I have been featured in a Jobsdb.com as a featured employee (for my work as Assistant Manager) in my previous company and my blog was also featured in a filipino gayblog site.
9. I'm hoping to finish my 1st book - Closed Doors/Open Closets
10. I started going to the gym ...


So far my life right now revolves at work and my family But I am hoping that by mid year I would find time to travel again.

Don't be JUST an option ....

"Somewhere between heartaches and waiting, comes the chance to be found by someone who can show you that you don't have to be just an option but the choice..."

The Best Man is BEST for the Groom (Unfinished)

(My thoughts about my bestfriend's wedding)


Someday, perhaps the saddest but most lovable thing that could ever happen to you is when you are talking with your best friend a day before his wedding and then tells you...

"This could have been US if we weren't both men."


I never liked weddings. I have no fancy for this kinds of celebrations and I’m not a big fan of any type of ceremonial event. I don't feel the drama that most people feel. I don't have any care about grandiose church settings, the flowers that were used or the colors that were worn or even where the reception would be held.

People would always act all sappy the entire day. There are lots of hugs and kisses and fancy uncomfortable clothes. Congratulations all around! Let me toast the fact that you made it to your wedding day. I'll really be impressed if those couples actually stay married.

Let me make this clear. I don't hate people who have them. In fact, I am genuinely happy for the people being married when I attend a wedding, since as a general rule they are pretty happy about it.



I just hate the fact that someone like me would never be married in the same fashion like every "normal" couple would. And I cry buckets of tears whenever I recall how my "formerly gay" best friend got married....

Now normally I'm not a guy who will put someone down for wanting to spend their life with someone they love, But when my best friend told me that he decided to get married I froze and felt a hundred knives being pinned in my chest. It was a tragedy that I never expected to happen....

Amidst the Smoke and Booz (Circa 2001)

(from the pages of my diary...)


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 professionals 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 many 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…

...then come 2005 when I met Eric...

Being Featured in a Gay Site!

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My sincerest thanks to all my readers and supporters! My blog is just a shout out of my personal thoughts and experiences in the "savage garden" called life.

Much Love,

Blue Unicorn

The Blue Unicorn Journals

The Blue Unicorn, magical with his pen, lifts the following from his diary circa 2005. I’m featuring it here to honor his touching, heart-wrenching writing. Keep on writing, our magical Unicorn, keep on shining as you are indeed a twinkling glitter in the the Pinoy Blogosphere.

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All of US are WHORES (unfinished)

" All of US are born whores... it's just that some of us are lucky enough to get PAID for being one.."

These were the exact words that I've heard from a very close friend of mine. Reginald (not his real name) was one of those very few people I like to be associated with and I was fortunate enough to somehow mentor him in his budding career in human resources. He has this aura of being a "boy next door" type of guy, a true blue gentleman who every single gay guy in my queer group of friends dreams to introduce to their family and friends. Reginald has all the credentials of a seemingly perfect mate - good genes which gave him well defined and gorgeous looks , a well known family respected in society circles, and a child-like personality that endears him to all. But after the devastating break-up he just had a few weeks ago with his ex boyfriend Vince, he started to think and act "differently".

It was almost midnight when he called me up in my mobile phone to ask if I have anything to do that time. Since it was a weekend and I was just bumming around in my condo and trying my best to get some sleep but really hoping I was somewhere else, so without hesitation I agreed to meet him and try to make the rest of the night a "meaningful one".

I reminded him that I was not in the mood to spend the rest of the night in Malate with the rest the metropolis queer crowd. I had enough of that life. I've spent a lion share of my time there since the late 90's and I have already acquired that "been there - done that" attitude. Knowing that Reginald is aware that I no longer have a thrill to party in gay street, he promised me a different escapade in a "secret" place which according to him was his most recent discovery.

Since I live in the Ortigas Business District and he lives in Alabang, we agreed to meet in Greenbelt Makati in one of our usual hang-out places. It took me less than an hour to prepare and to drive my sexy ass from Ortigas CBD to Makati.

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From the mouth of a Prima Donna Child

"I never gave anyone a reason to hate me... they just create their own little drama of pure insecurity..."

The Days of Childhood (Unfinished)

" As I grow old, my realization about life became deeper.. problems get bigger, situations becomes more complicated and I know that your just like me...

Sometimes we wish we could go back...

In the time when the only MAN in our life was Dad...

Our only BESTFRIEND was Mom...

And whatever pain we feel could be healed by just a band-aid and a lollipop!"

Untitiled Thought

" Sometimes you need to be deaf for the sake of somebody... You need to be insensitive to lessen the pain... You need to smile for strength of others and sometimes...You just need to STOP because you're tired of everything.."

The guy who owns the shoe tag "beyond perfect"

"Just because you cant say something out loud doesn't mean you don't want to say it. In fact, you really want to but consequences can be damning and so, even if you desperately want to tell someone something, you opt to just keep it to yourself... besides, who said you can't love someone without having to tell them that you do?"

Alot of people has been in this situation one time or another, when after living an almost perfect life with someone who showers you with every known expression of love and care then suddenly you meet a another person who would fit a shoes tag as " beyond perfect"...

This new guy who would ignite every bit of passion within you that you thought all along was exhausted long ago...

A SAD STORY (Circa 2005)

From the pages of my diary...

(It was about 6 months...6 months which felt like an eternity that I've spent with this guy...6 months of pure joy.... we never had any commitments, we were just each others emotional pillow, each others sexual pill...

But those moments abruptly stopped dead one day. And another day. And another day. i tried calling his cellular phone, but my call was rejected. He knew I tried calling. I had hoped for a follow up. But days passed. Weeks passed. A month passed. He just disappeared. Nothing. I don't know if it was pride or self-preservation that kept me from bugging him. Which up to now, I know was the best thing I did. But my heart, waited. And waited. Like a forlorn lover. It had robbed me my heart. Until I didn't want to use it anymore. My days went by without any emotions. Parang robbot ba. Kase if I start feeling anything, kahit awa sa officemate ko. I'd just feel pain. Pain together with a picture of his face, forever imprinted on my mind. I would always look at a black car hoping it was him. Every car park. Every road. My heart was mourning for the loss. It was like losing someone in the war, not knowing if he's alive or not. What happened. And they are all bottled inside this tortured heart.

One day after three months. I saw him sa Alabang Town Center. Inside Tequila Joe's. The world stopped and all the pain that I had kept inside wanted to burst and bleed inside the restaurant. I was with a group of straight friends. He looked at me across the room.

"Friday's na lang tayo gusto nyo?" i asked my friends. Di ko kaya. Mahal dito, sabi ko. Kunwari tawa pa kame ng tawa, just to hide the thousand knifes pinned right through and through me.

"Cge tingnan natin." agreed a friend.

We went to Friday's and everything went silent. Wala akong naririnig but my own pain inside. Pain of seeing him again. I had not admitted that I truly loved him before he had left, but the moment I knew that i had lost him. I knew. I loved him so much, even if i had stopped myself from doing so. The sight of him was such a shock, like a knife slicing through my ribs, into my the center of my heart. May family siya. He's got a a kid who's like five years old. And an infant na karga ng wife niya. I wanted to go home and weep. Not for finding out that he's married. But the pain of how easy it was for him to just leave and move on. I am a decent person. What we had was six months. There had been no commitment, but still, sabi nga ni Cameron Diaz sa Vanilla Sky, sleeping with someone gives an unspoken commitment, much more if it dragged for half a year. I knew the risks of heartbreak and loss. But a deliberate walking out without a word. It's like playing with someone else's feelings. I need not say it, but he owed something to me. Explanation.

"Tol, me tumatawag sayo." sabi ni Jeric, friend ko, jolting me out of my reverie. He pointed out to a man outside Friday's. He looked great as ever. I told myself, i am a mature person. I must handle this, like the person i perceived and prepared myself to be.

"UUYY!!!! musta!!!" masayang bati ko ke Eric. "Nawala ka ah. Balita?"

He asked me if we can talk sa malapit sa parking. So we did.

"Kita nga kita kanina. Wife mo ba yon?" kunwari very nonchalant ako.

"Darwin, stop it."

He called me by that name. And stop I did. I knew if I stopped, the pain will replace it. And pain dwelled for the most painful moment. "Ok, Eric, what did you want to say..." serious na ko. Nakatingin ako sa kanya.

"Musta ka na." tanong lang ni niya.

"What do you think?" I paused. "Ineexpect mo ba na kulitin kita? Sorry. You left without a word. You didn't give me that much decency. And the last thing I want to give you now is the luxury of knowing how much you've hurt me. Because you did. And that's the end of it. But you know what, if you're talking to me just to assuage your conscience and your guilt, sorry but you'll have to do that on your own. I can't stay long, but I'm thankful for this opportunity coz somehow I can close my book and move on."

It was the most painful point. Walking away. With my heart numb. Yet i knew that time, had i felt anything i'd have broken down to that little child I really was when it came to the game of love and cry and cry and cry. I drove and drove that night, left my friends with a plausible excuse. I did a lot of soul-searching. Not self-pity. But in my time alone, i set the floodgates free and let all my tears flow...flow till there was no more. Till I was tired of crying. Crying not for a loss. But crying just to let pent up emotions free.

That night I went home. Everyone was asleep. I changed. I went to my parents' room, snuggled up with my Mom and my Dad. And slept soundly for the first time in a long while.


THE END

Im BACK !!!!

To all of the avid readers of my blogs - my friends both here and abroad I would like to inform all of you that the BLUE UNICORN is back in BLOGSPOT! I miss updating this journal and I promise to post here my recent blogs that i have in my friendster account.

I SO MISS blogging!