Twilight

When it rains, it pours..

How long will you wait? A month? A year? 10 years?
And how long will you stay to find the middle ground?
Is there a middle ground?

No matter what.. it's the closure I need. A closure we need.

--

Awake for more than twenty four hours, I finally decided to take the pill a friend gave me. It didn't work. Nine hours later, at just about twilight, sleep finally came..


... and the vampire sleeps..


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How far would you go
How much would you risk
To search for truth
And for freedom to speak?

Thanksgiving day

This is to the one

• who picks you up in his tricycle when it's rainy and muddy outside because he knows you're in gown and in heels
• who shared things and secrets with you
• who texts you in the morning: "ok na volume ng tv namin" which means that he patched things up with someone
• who sewn your dress and made sure you won't embarass yourself
• who patiently teach you how to drive your car
• who accompanies you to the car repair shop
• who surprises you with something nice ( a website, a message, a gift)
• who listens when you're all mushy and crying because you miss someone...but does not judge you
• who gives an honest advice, who is frank with you
• who drinks with you but never lets you make a fool of yourself
• who holds your hand, gives you a nice hug when you badly needed one
• who stays with you and have a good conversation with till the sun shines up in the morning because you can't get inside your house
• who welcomes you in her home, made you part of the family
• who tours you around unfamiliar place
• who gives joy to the unexpected
• who made something happen especially if it is one of your to-do-list-before-you-die
• who gives a little push when insecurities and doubts overwhelmed you
• who is courageous enough to say that he loves you and brave enough to say otherwise
• who made you sing onstage, even took a picture/video of you as a remembrance
• who makes a fool of himself just to make you laugh
• who debated with you for hours and sometimes lets you win
  
• who wrote letters, composed poems for you
• who said: Be not afraid. I'll go before you always. One day you shall laugh. Hahahahahaha! Like that!

This is to the one i found and has found me.
This is thanksgiving day
And this is to a friend...and more.

Premonition

Last night, out of nowhere, I dreamt of someone -- a long lost friend. Someone I haven't seen and spoken for more than a decade. Then today, as I open my email account I received a message from him. Gee, my psychic ability is developing, I hope my spatial ability will be next. Got to learn and memorize the Metro Manila Map. My navigator friend will go away soon.

Comfort zone

These things comfort me:

• a good nights sleep
• watching my favorite tv series/movies
• a nice hug
• a good book
• videoke marathon
• a good picture taken by me
• a smile such as this...

"He smiled understandingly much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced or seemed face: the whole eternal world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that at your best, you hoped to convey" - Anne by L.M. Montgomery

• and this...

The Final Analysis
By Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered
Forgive them anyway,
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway
What you spend years building, someone could destroy ovenight;
Build anyway
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Be good anyway
Give the world the best you have and it will never be enough
Give the world the best you've got anyway
You see, in the final analysis
It is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway

• and the fact that I'm no saint
• and I found this poem I wrote fifteen years ago

I want to ride on a bus
one moonlight night
that runs carefully yet fast
no traffic that will interrupt

Or, sail beyond the sea
with the breeze of wind
touch my brownish skin
and sway the strands of my hair

Or maybe, just lie on the shore
and predict what the future instore
learn--from the failures in the past
rejoice -- to things I've done right

Damn. Suddenly, I'm hungry. Got to grab something to eat.

And sometimes you have to get out of your comfort zone.

Broken

She protected him from the possible wrath, insults of her family in the way that she knew how. She knew it would hurt him for she understands the sensitivity of his heart. It could destroy him. And it could destroy her. She waited until she could prove something for herself and found the strength that could hold them both.

But the things that she protected him from, she received from him and his family. And she learned how low, how little they thought she was...

Is this something you want to be a part of?


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...but like gravity, who you are reclaims you...

Warning

Intelligence powered by Google
Perseverance motivated by lust

Stop. Look. Listen.
Parental Guidance is advised

Warning: Breakable inside

Paradiso Tabuk

Several years ago, technology hasn't reached my hometown yet. No cellphone, no cable, no internet. It was the time when we were forced to live in an island we call "Tabuk" but other innovative folks preferred to call it "Paradise". To get to "bayan" one needs to ride in a flatboat where the fare was Php1.50 or ride in a banca and paddle your way across the river. The worst case scenario was when it's low tide because the flatboat will not be able to cross the river and dock to the wooden pier. The only way you can go to "bayan" was to walk through a knee-deep mud. And if you want your message relayed fast it was either you shout it as loud as you can..."BANKAAA....!SUNDOOOO...!" or, ask someone to relay your message by word of mouth or hand them a simple note. The possibility of communicating the wrong message was huge especially if you didn't know how to speak "bisaya" or the intermediary don't care at all.

With these scenarios, I didn't know how it was called Paradise. Until...

I couldn't join my friends when they have night gimmicks, when I couldn't play the color game or watch the shows at the plaza when it's fiesta. I have to go home before dark. The last trip for the flatboats was usually 7pm. That was when I became a freakin' Cinderella, well at least Cinderella could go home until 12 midnight.

One day, I was home and got nothing to do, I found myself in our own little hut near the shore, lost in thoughts....Oh, Cinderella! Cinderella! When will your prince come and rescue you...

Another day went by... and another...and another... no one came.

I almost gave up then I thought maybe it's a different story... I'm not Cinderella. I should just forget it. Exhausted. I fell asleep in our "duyan". That was when I became a Sleeping Beauty.

Then I felt someone...something.. touched my face. Rough. It was definitely not a kiss.

"Oy, gising! Tumulong ka don o! Madaming bumibili!"

I woke up and forget about Prince Charming.

But one afternoon I saw a banca coming towards me.. there were two guys.. I couldn't recognize who they were... closer...closer... clearer...clearer... and they were rowing using their slippers...

It was my friends,Russel and Erick cheering me up in my little paradise.

Years passed, and now, you can go to and from "bayan" anytime. Here's Sablayan's own hanging 'San-Juanico-Bridge-to-somewhere'...to Paradise.

And Princes pass by any time.



I will take and replace it with better pictures soon...

Life's little surprises

September marked the end of a seven-year relationship
Broken promises
In one moment of weakness, he was not strong enough for the both of them
A wedding that's not going to happen
(Maybe.)

October brings a new beginning
A solemn sunset wedding at Caleruega
A reception at Antonio's Tagaytay
He's 52, she's 38
His first, her last
(Hopefully)

Life's little surprises
Who knows what tomorrow brings..
We don't need to bother right now how it would turn out
Except... which fork to use.. again?

What's your greatest fear?

In a question and answer portion in one of the beauty pageants, one of the judges asked:

What is your greatest fear?

(the gist)
Contestant No.1: My greatest fear is fear itself and having it at all

Contestant No.2: My greatest fear is not to bear a child, to end up with and marrying the wrong man, not necessarily in that order of course

Contestant No.3: My greatest fear is to become too independent I wouldn't need anyone

Contestant No.4: My greatest fear is to become the person I loathe to become

Contestant No.5: My greatest fear is to answer this question so wrongly for you, honorable judges to decide that i am not deserving enough to get the crown

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She stopped crying. Yet. She's afraid that because she was badly hurt by someone, she will now hold back, will be afraid to take risks, to trust, to be vulnerable, to care as much as she cared about him, and accepts only whatever that is safe and mediocre, and the idea saddens her.

What do you know for sure?

Oprah was once asked, "What do you know for sure?" I will try to answer that myself.

I don't know much about love.. but here it goes...

I believe that you have to fight for someone you love, look like a fool for doing so and it is okay to cry. But i also believe that you shouldn't let someone stripped-off of your self-respect or let someone abuse you. I don't think that love has to have limitations but a person should. I don't believe you have to force someone to love you back. Accept it. Love still. But he doesn't have the right to intentionally hurt you.

Admitting you love someone doesn't mean you made bad choices from your past.

And.. I still remember those mottos written in white cartolina posted in my Grade school room wall.. "Honesty is the best policy". Honesty is a double-edged sword. Be careful when you use it. It can free you but it can also kill you especially if the other person is not strong enough to handle it. It can be used against you. Still, be honest with yourself. It is the least you can do.

I don't know much, so I might change my mind tomorrow. But Gandhi sure does.

"A coward is incapable of exhibiting love, it is the prerogative of the brave" -Mahatma Gandhi

(Same with honesty, i guess.)

And you are a one brave girl, V.

PUPN504.. Fifteen years and we're still here...through thick and thin. Weeeh! We wish you all the best. This is to hope and a future. Cheers!

Good food, good friends, and much more

Daddy Jerry cooked for me his specialty laing ( the only laing I could eat, swear!) Delicious! He did it for me. Cool! My officemates and I can't get enough of it.

My inbox was swamped with messages from friends and relatives everywhere. And a much awaited get together with friends afterwards, and the first time we've ridden Benedict's new InnovaE (with matching "open-the-door-gentleman-effect"). We ate dinner at Good Earth, The Fort and much later a nice treat from Benedict. It's a concert baby. And it's mine.

"..You deserve to be treated better.."

Weehah!

This is Grace. I'm blessed.

Grace period

My grace period lasted 4 days and it ended at 4:40pm, September 3, 2008. What a present.

Well, nothing lasts forever. Some things just never going to change. Ironic.

-0-

Infected

How can you make it, if everything else is interesting except this?

You are in the middle of reading a book about bonds.. then suddenly you come across this:

Problem 1: How much interest expense should be recorded for the year 2008?

Bonds...interest expense.. You searched from your memory bank..Darn. Maybe it is bankrupt. Think again. Interest..interest..hmmm.. travel? Compute..compute..I have no more money to spend...poor me.. Oh! I still haven't read the new book of Coelho... I got to buy the book, Lincoln by David Herbert Donald but it is freakin' worth Php1,449.00 at Powerbooks. Expensive. I got to save...delayed project arrrg!...Mia is inviting for a little get together, last bonding with tin before she leaves for Canada...snap..snap... you wasted another 30 minutes.

Outside, the rain won't stop. Maybe there's a new typhoon.. so you switched on the TV hoping to get news about the weather (maybe Buendia-Pasong Tamo has already turned into a 'Pacific Ocean' again). But you missed the first half of Kuya Kim's segment, he is now talking about some endangered specie or something. You channel surf and news are about the SWS survey, Pulse Asia survey, everything against the government, corruption and every commercial break a teaser about the 'artistas'..'abangan, sa pagbabalik ng...'. No teaser about the weather? None. So you channel surf again... and then there she is... Helen (Lara Flynn Boyle)...hypnotizing you... and you're hooked..

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Helen: Yes. The law does protect spouses from giving testimony against each other but there is no such immunity when it comes to father and son, and they don't get to just make up a law because in their minds the love is just as powerful. What's at stake here is the integrity of this process. He committed perjury, he lied under oath and if we tolerate it we have to consider the worst-case scenario, the day may come where witnesses lie to help free premeditated murderers. This case, this case is the worst-case scenario. A murderer is walking free because the defendant committed perjury. Your Honor, you and I.. you and I walk into this courtroom everyday without clients. In essence, we work for the room. What he did to this room...and technicalities and fourth amendments.. He killed her and stuffed her in a closet. He killed a nun! He...

Ellenor: Helen

Helen: I'm sorry. He, he lied. We work for the room, Your Honor. We work for the room.

-The Practice, Season III Episode Title: "Infected" (1999)
Episode Written by David E. Kelly

Fast forward. Judge sentence? 20 years for perjury.

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Tsk..tsk..tsk..Be careful when you lie...

Focus... if X lies in...blah..blah.. blah..within the relevant range... stay away from the....gone..gone...gone..

And this Fox Crime Channel is also airing reruns of CSI, CSI Miami and CSI New York. You're addicted.... if only you could get a drug that would make you get addicted to accounting...

You open the book again. One more try... and then, an idea won't escape you...

So you find yourself writing about it.

Ready to be Extraordinary

You set yourself up for a life that is ordinary, fearing that if you don't your friends will walk away from you. Afraid you'd become so different you can no longer relate to everyone. Alienated. Grown too far apart with someone that they would no longer love you back or become uncomfortable just being with you. But life wants you to be and experience a life more than the ordinary-----


Slowly, but surely...

Life on hold

Got lots of ideas, but I couldn't think
So much to say, but I couldn't speak
In the four corners of a cube
Locked down, frozen, I couldn't move

Curse

You cursed me once and now I'm living it
But you're still the one that saves me (or maybe not)
Either way it hurts
Either way we lose
But I don't hate you
After all, you're still you

I never thought I cared that much.

If

I have been to Batanes and was overwhelmed with the sceneries. I bought a Nikon D40 (which nearly made me broke) in anticipation for the trip but it was all worth it. My friends and I couldn't stop clicking the camera and I was, as my cousin said, feeling "propeyshunal".

This is one of my favorite shots taken by my friend. If a picture paints a thousand words what story would this picture hold...?


...on my own...
...walking away...
...far and away...
...better in time...
...the frontier...
...into the light/away from the shadow...
...going home...
...sleep walking...
..."I never saved for the swim back"...-(Gattaca,1997)
...faceless...
...windows xp plus...
..."talikodgenic"...
or

...she couldn't explain, she couldn't prove anything--

but for all her love she couldn't go with Stripe...

-Hope for the Flowers by Trina Paulus

Fashion Statement

The things you were deprived of are the things you later tend to have some fetish over.

Elementary graduation:
light blue coloots shorts topped with white t-shirt with mickey mouse cartoon character

Oratorial Contest:
Something borrowed- my aunt's dress in the '80s, with big shoulder pads. (And I was like 85lbs! And it was a Regional Contest, mind you.)

JS Prom:
Hand me down from my aunt- striped tailored blazer with matching skirt. (duh! I'm not even going to a corporate office yet, I'm going to my JS prom!)

Highschool graduation:
Same old clothes - I'm too engrossed with my so-called future (or lack of it being clueless and all), meaning college to even remember the details. Or was it my school uniform? Hmm.. now I wonder..

College graduation:
The same dress my sister wore on her graduation just two weeks before mine. (and she's 10lbs heavier than me. And i got photos to prove it, a complete deja vu minus the medal. My sisters and cousins laugh about it a lot.)

These were just a few significant moments that I want to be presentable at least but as they say you got to do what you got to do so I did and just make do with what I have. I have this mantra after college "When I get a job, I'll buy lots of clothes". Job came and money went with it but there's a lot more important matters than clothes. I'd rather invest in more important things...umm like what? shoes?

So this morning, a friday, a no-uniform day. (Glad.) I decided to make an audit.

I have audited the following cabinets of PET as of April 18, 2008 and the related statements of events, schedule of activities, plans, getaways; changes in equity, changes in (love, life, career) status and cash flows for the year then ended. The statements are the responsibility of ME. My responsibility is to express an opinion on these statement based on my audit.

I conducted my audit...xxxxx xxxx xxx xx x

I have my share of assets and liabilities and I can say that I have a balanced fashion statement.

Notes and Disclosure:

The audit is conducted with professional skepticism, objectivity, integrity, due care and independence.

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The things you were deprived of are the things you later tend to have some fetish over?

Missing you..

"You know someone told me, that when someone dies, or someone goes away if they stay in your heart, then they're always with you. Maybe that's why after all these years you still have power over me. It is not something you know, it's something I gave you, without your consent, without your knowledge, and you're unconsciously using it in my pain, in my resentment" - Golda


So true. I miss you. And I'm sorry.

Walking away or sticking it out

A friend said: Run as fast as you can as early as possible. It's a no-win situation and it would just hurt your heart in the process. No talent. No future. Not enough.
But you stayed for reasons you don't know, for reasons you didn't bother to find out.
Johnny said follow your heart and see where it will lead you.
But what if you already knew where it will lead you? Will you turn and walk away? It seems the logical thing to do. Is it foolish to go to a place where you knew would only lead you to a broken heart? Or is it brave to go through with it still? Inspiration or ego, which is which?

Excerpts from Coelho's blog :

Wasn't my dream to be a writer? Then I must continue creating sentences, paragraphs, chapters, and go on writing until I die, and not allow myself to get caught in such traps as success or failure. Otherwise, what meaning does my life have?

Shaken by these alarming thoughts, I find a strength and a courage I didn't know I had: they help me to venture into an unknown part of my soul. I let myself be swept along by the current and finally anchor my boat at the island I was being carried towards. I spend days and nights describing what I see, wondering why I'm doing this, telling myself that it's really not worth the pain and effort, that I don't need to prove anything to anyone, that I've got what I wanted and far more than I ever dreamed of having.
...

When I wrote The Zahir, the main character says exactly the same thing: writing is getting lost at sea. It's discovering your own untold story and trying to share it with others. It's realising, when you show it to people you have never seen, what is in your own soul. In the book, a famous writer on spiritual matters, who believes he has everything, loses the thing that is most precious to him: love. I have always wondered what would happen to a man if he had no one to dream about, and now I am answering that question myself.
....

One of the characters in Bertold Brecht's play "The Good Person of Szechuan" tells us about true love:

"I want to be next to the one I love.
I don't care what this will cost me.
I don't care whether this will do my life good or bad.
I don't care whether this person loves me or not.
All I want, all I need is to be close to the one I love"

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I am writing (as if!)... and reading/reviewing again... and helping a project...

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My dear cousin passed the bar exam. Yahoo!

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A friend is in a unique relationship, one that is probably looked down by society. 10 years... and still counting...

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Fleur broke up with his boyfriend (again) for the same reason, his boyfriend lied and cheated on her. Who knows if she'll welcome him back again or will let him go for real.. and.. or.. maybe, love herself more. But for now, we'll belt out the heartaches in a song. That's what videoke bars are here for.

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Tetet will get married this May.. and I am going to be the maid of honor. I witnessed how their love affair started to blossom and how it becomes as it is today. Nice story. I am so excited I already have a speech in mind but of course I'm not going to post it here today..surprise..surprise.. surprise. Yeah, it's a nice speech, definitely from the heart, whatever shape it is now..hmm..

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Walking away or sticking it out? Maybe, if you stayed long enough you'll find out.

Advertisement

Golda strikes again straight through the heart. What child is this? Hehe :)
Advertise..advertise...advertise...

In a name
By Golda

what it's in a name?

it's all the terrible
and wonderful,
impossibilities and possibilities
that each letter holds,
every promise
in every lovable,
meaningless syllable.

its sound, how it rolls
round my tongue;
its taste and texture
oh how it makes me
all giggly.
and fluttery
and totally
mad, crazy.

what's in a name?
in it, within it
are my dreams,
and my hearts desire-

you say his name, yet
you're not calling him, but still
my cheeks burn
and my eyes stray-
and it burns, it burns
yet
i like the way it burns.

Conspiracy Theory

He made you blush

when all is young and motorcycles give you rush
when just a smile makes your day complete
and you wished...oh!.. he should have been...

The one, but the hope never came
and the other came along
friendship blooms so true and real
someday, maybe.. he would have been...

The one, but someone crashes in
your heart, your mind, and everything's in between
life unfolds, life stands still
baby, you could have been...

The one true thing is, it's all a might have been
and you were left in the middle...wondering
all have touched your heart, all have made you cry
(there's a reason for everything, so stop asking why)

-0-

...the pain of that ending will eventually stop, although you will probably always bear a little scar-- that scar will not be a symbol of defeat or suffering but a point of pride of having lived through something, survived and flourished...

-0-

All over again

How's this for a wedding vow? As if!

"I love the ground under his feet and the air over his head and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks and all his actions and him entirely and altogether"

--Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

Hmmm..(",)

So while the rest of the world..err..Philippines... is planning to throw GMA out of office, I have given myself a break (again?!) of all the boring (accounting) books. This just made my day.

And Johnny said he read this book ten times! He is romantic. Doesn't matter if he lost to Daniel-Day Lewis for Best Actor in the Academy Awards, he definitely won my heart.

Haha! As if! Ok, back to earth. ;)

Wasting time

"I wished I was there with someone who could bring peace to my heart-- someone with whom I could spend a little time with without being afraid that I would lose him the next day" -- Paulo Coelho

I'm tired. Really tired. I need a vacation. Whew! I'm supposed to be somewhere else doing things I am supposed to do, but here I am doing this: blogging, solving crossword puzzles and sudoku, making up riddles, reading Coelho (almost simultaneously) and quoting him.. haha!

I'm exhausted, and I don't want to think..just be numb for awhile..wait... ooops... here's another good one:

"Don't try to convince anyone of anything. When you don't know something, ask or go away and find out. But when you do act, be like the silent flowing river and open yourself to greater energy. Believe that you can."--Paulo Coelho

What's the message?

...be like the silent...be like the silent...be like the silent...

Oh! It's telling me to go to bed. Believe that I can.

And for the things I got to do on weekend? Believe that I can.

Haha, I'm not making any sense.

In Search of a Superpower

In Ateneo, Starbucks was the place to be and for some it still is. It is where students get-together for group meetings, do assignments, hangout, chat, drink some coffee, smoke, drink some beer or just sit there and pass the time. And in one of those conversations (Me, Yong, Ariel and Nyoy), Yong asked: "If you have a choice, what power would you like to have?". And we blurted out..the power of spiderman, the power of superman...no, the ability to read the future, the power to freeze time...and so on. Then Ariel said, "How about the power to read people's mind, because if I knew what one was thinking I would know what to do. If he's planning to kill me, or try to manipulate me then I would know how to react and defend myself". But then we argued that people can conceal what's on their mind. People can disguise and control what they are thinking so that when you are reading them, it's totally a different thing. However, if you have the power of good judgment, how can you go wrong?

And you would never know how long we were sitting there and how many cups of coffee or bottles of beer we drank, or how many packs of cigarettes we smoked.

Happy Living

Just in..

I received from Mia the following messages. One of those forwarded messages that sticks to the mind and speaks to the soul. One that is so cool to share to the world.

Important things that we should remember in life:

Sometimes you have to forget the rules, follow your heart and see where it takes you.
Never apologize for saying what you feel because that's just saying sorry for being real.
Never regret anything you said or did, because at some point in your life, it was what you wanted.
True strength is being able to hold it all together when everyone else is expecting you to fall apart.

Happy living.


Thanks Mia!

...and Johnny seconded.

Whattt??

Yes, he speaks to me. Just got a call. I'm not hallucinating, am I?

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Me: Hi, Johnny! What shall I do? How do you decide when there are a lot of choices out there?

Johnny Depp: I am doing things that are true to me. The only thing I have a problem with is being labeled.

Me: Really?

Johnny Depp: Just do what you want, just do what you need to do for you. Don't ever get to a place where you have regrets. Don't regret doing something for somebody. Do what you need to do for yourself.

Me: Thanks, Johnny!
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I so love Johnny Depp. ;)

The Answer

It was supposed to be my entry last January1 titled Closure:

Time tells who your real friends are, time heals all wounds, time tells which was and is true love, time tells who you can become. Time has been my ally.


But what the heck, there's no better time than now. It's not always a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Time discloses truth... yes, and I got mine today. Sad and liberating at the same time.

-0-

...on a different plane...
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The Truth That Lied (Aug 18, '07)
By Golda

You are the beautiful, painful lie that I loved
You are true, and yet your promises are lies
You are the song that brought me to life, (but not to light)
You sing of happy truths behind your gentle eyes
You kissed like you mean it, you loved like you want it
But you lie, you lie, you lie.

You are the only lie which sounds so true
(That's why I always believed in you.)
But you're still the only lie that made me smile
And you're the only truth that made me cry.

--

Thanks Golda, I'll post it here na baka i-delete mo ulit sa blog mo. Hahaha. Love it. I'm such a freakin' fan.

A Eulogy

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry

I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


-Julia Stiles, 10 Things I Hate About You

-0-

For the state we're in. From a fan to you. I'm so goddamn speechless, so this just sums it all up.

-0-

http://www.dashpoemmovie.com/

Bitten

...I'm scared i'm always going to be somebody's friend, or sister, or confidant [or somebody who cheers them up when they're bored], not quite somebody's everything...-Dawson's Creek


Don't tell me you love me when you don't
Don't feel me just because you're bored
Heart be still...you know his kind
Be cool, don't judge..don't be blind.


Damn.