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Showing posts with label lOvEsUcks. Show all posts
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phOtO Of thE dAy: AlAs nIyEbE nA!
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bOb mArlEy tAlks AbOUt lOvE...
- Bob Marley
hAbErdAy dEArEst frOm yOUr hIlAw nA mAnUgAng...
This is your controversial FB message on my sister's wall...
one reason why i love dearest, she's easy to please. just a simple dinner and overflowing greetings from my friends and relatives HAPPY na sya.. HABERDEY again DEAREST!! mhua..mhua.. tsup..tsup.. ;)
1It should not be a big deal... So, why am I making a fuss about it?
You've greeted Lie and Gara on their birthdays but you've known them personally. Though I'm a little bit surprised it can be considered as normal. But to greet my Mom on her birthday??? It's just not your style... It seems that you've suddenly grown a heart! Don't get me wrong... I'm not saying that you are a heartless person. It is not just like you. I would understand if you just PM my sister. But you did something unusual. Out of the ordinary! I would consider it a milestone for you. Showing that you care... that you give a damn! Not minding who would read your message. It's nice... that's so sweet of you. Bet my Mom appreciate it so much.
Maybe there's nothing much to it. Just a simple greeting 'coz you're feeling generous at that time... and it has nothing to do with me. Why the hell does it have to do with me?!!!
"Feelingera!"... that's who I am. But you can't blame me. It's you that changed... and you keep surprising me. I like this change in you... but it is making me sad too...L
Please don't expect too much...
thE sOUnd Of OnE hEArt brEAkIng by kArEn kUnAwIcz
Ever come across this zen koan that JD Salinger used in one of his books?You know, the one that asks what is the sound of one hand clapping. I don't know the answer to that one. But ask me what's the sound of one heart breaking and might have an answer. Welcome to the dark side of love.
What is the sound of one heartbreaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night, the sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin, it's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring, the sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat, it's the whispers of the toy animals he gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you, the sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye," it's the soundtrack of memories torturing you,it's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time, it's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink, it's the unrelenting, plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop, the sound of all the doors in the world shutting and closing in your face at the same time, of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you, the sound of your voice as it screams back at you, the echo of "I love you" burning holes in you, the sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves at the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind, of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "SOS-to-the-world," the cracking of the brittleblack-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses he gave, the sound ofthe music he used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor, the caress of sharpened kitchen knives on skin, the sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear. It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there, of winged creatures dying and falling on a city pavement, of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness, it's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company, it's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding. Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery. No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you.
tOO mUch lOvE kIlls
In my attempt to test if I have a green thumb I bought a plant a month ago. It is called "Calandiva Kalancheos". This is how it looks like...
I was told that I should only water it once a week. And since it is an indoor plants there is no need to put it outside. But being the pasaway that I am, when I saw that the soil was already dry I water it. So, instead of once a week I ended up watering it thrice a week. I thought if I pampered the plants more it will bloom lots of flowers and will not die on me. But I was wrong... After a week, my plant is slowly dying. The flowers and leaves are all withering. It is true... Too much love can kill. And it makes me sad that I am the one who is killing my plant. If I want my plant to live I should give it the right amount of water and sun. If I want more flowers to bloom I should give it the proper attention. I can't help but compare it to our relationship to our loved ones. Maybe sometimes we are also to blame if someone walked out on us. Maybe it is also our fault if our partners' love died away. It's either we love them too much or we love them too less. And maybe it is too late now to save that love. But it does not mean that we won't be given a chance to love again. To take care of someone.
I don't know if I can save my plant from its dreadful fate. But it does not mean that I will not try again. I bought two new plants today. One is another Pink Calandiva Kalanchoe.
The second one is this plant which I have yet to find out its name.
I will give my green thumb another chance and this time I will follow the guy's advise in the store where I bought these plants. I also search the net to find out how to take care of the Calandiva. I'm sharing the link below so it can help you too, just in case you happen to be taking care of one or if you intend to. :)
sEcOnd chOIcE
"Most people don't marry their first choice." This is what Father Tom says in his sermon last Sunday. But he says that the second choice does not necessarily mean that they are second rate.
My greatest fear is getting married ala Jerry Maguire. You know the part when they are watching the video of the wedding and Dorothy (Renee Zellweger) noticed how unhappy Jerry (Tom Cruise) was during the ceremony. I don't want that kind of scenario. I'd rather be alone than be with someone who chose me because he has no other choice... because his first choice is not available. I want to be chosen because I'm the one he is truly, madly, deeply in love with. The one who he imagine spending the rest of his life with... the one he want to grow old with.
tOnIght I cAn wrItE thE sAddEst lInes...
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...
Write for example, 'the night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...
To think that I do not have her.
To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all... In the distance someone is singing.
In the distance... my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how i loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body.Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these be the last verses that I write for her."
OUr nEw sOng - vcr
VCR - the XX
You used to have all the answers
And you, you still have them too
And we, we live half in the daytime
And we, we live half at night
Watch things on vcrs
With me and talk about big love
I think we're superstars
You say you think we are the best thing
And you, you just know
You just do
I wanna find myself by the sea
In anothers company
By the sea
I wanna go out to the pier
I'm gonna dive and have no fear
Cos you, you just know
You just do
Watch things on vcrs
With me and talk about big love
I think we're superstars
You say you think we are the best thing
And you, you just know
You just do
You just do
Watch things on vcrs
With me and talk about big love
I think we're superstars
You say you think we are the best thing
And you, you just know
You just do
you liked this post of mine... 'coz deep in our hearts we both knew that this is our new song.
hIgIt pA sA bUhAy kO...
“Do you love or do you crush?” Haayyy!!! Nangungulit na naman si kuya Eric.Syempre mapapangiti lang ako. Kunwari hindi ko narinig.
“Mahal mo?” Pang ilang beses na ‘ ba ‘to natanong?
“Haayyy!!!” (ulit!)
Eto na naman ako parang sabit sa lakad ng barkada niya. Kelan kaya kami aalis na kaming dalawa lang? Not that I don’t like his friends… kaya lang we don’t have a chance to talk and catch up on each other’s lives. Para kasi kaming me mga fans na nanonood at sinusubaybayan lahat ng galaw namin. At ganito na lang palagi ang nangyayari… Palagi na lang akong nasa hotseat!
“Jovs, ano mahal mo?” Nakupo! Si Richie naman ngayon ang bumabanat. Patay na!
“Bakit hindi mo masagot? Ganyan talaga ang mga taga-PUP. Wala kasing canteen… hindi nananghalian… kaya hayan!
“Ako na naman ang nakita mo. Ano ba kasi yung pangalan nung taga-PUP na bumasted sa’yo?” Napapailing na tanong ko.
“Ano na nga Jovs? Do you love or do you crush?” Lasing na talaga si Kuya Eric. Ayaw akong tantanan.
“I only hate… I hate you!!! Kulit mo kasi!” Medyo halatang naaasar na ko sa mga tanong nila.
“Papaiyakin mo lang iyong kaibigan namin. Niloloko mo lang siya!”
Eto na naman sila pinaparatangan ako ng kung anu-ano. Feeling ko tuloy ang sama-sama kong tao. Ano bang gagawin ko para tumigil na sila? Hindi ko na tuloy siya matingnan. Baka magalit na siya. Medyo me pagkapikon pa naman siya. Ano kayang iniisip niya kapag tintanong ako ng barkada niya tapos hindi ako makasagot? Siya lang naman kasi ang iniisip ko.Baka magalit siya…
Bakit ba kasi kailangan nilang malaman? Minsan gusto ko nang sagutin kaya lang hindi naman iyon dapat pinag-uusapan ng ganon na lang. Para kasing tinatanong lang nila kung gusto ko bang kumain?
Ano naman kaya ang magiging reaksiyon niya kapag sinagot ko ‘yung tanong na ‘yon? Alam ko naman na matatakot siya. Baka layuan niya na ako. Saka gusto kong sagutin kapag siya na ‘yung nagtanong… siya lang naman ang may karapatan na makaalam ng sagot ko.
“E Mark, mahal mo ba?” Baling ni Kuya Eric sa kanya.
“HIGIT PA SA BUHAY KO!”
dElEtEd phOnE nUmber...
I’m not sure if you are telling the truth…
How could you not save the number that I have been using for months to text and call you? You even used that number to text me. Now you’re telling me that it was my old number that you have saved on your phone.
Somehow my number got deleted again…
I just don’t know what I did this time…
my Own hEnry rOth...
Describe who do you want to meet:
Someone who would make me fall in love with him 24/7.
I used to put this in my Friendster profile. It was inspired by one of my fave chick `flick, “50 First Dates”.
It was a story about a guy named Henry Roth (played by Adam Sandler) who is afraid of commitment. But that changes when he finally meet Lucy Whitmore (Drew Barrymore). They met in a local café and really enjoy each others company. The only problem is the next day Lucy doesn’t remember him. She suffers from a short-term memory loss caused by a car accident a year earlier. She only remember things that happened before the accident.That’s why he can’t remember ever meeting Henry. But this did not stop him. He made her fall in love with him all over again, each and every single day.
For me, it was one of the most romantic film!!! It made me wonder if someone like Henry still exist today... It’s not easy making someone fall in love with you and to do it every day is really impossible! You must be insane to be that hopeful about love. Especially, nowadays that people take love for granted. We always want someone to love us but we don’t do anything about it. We just sulk all day thinking and wishing of what would have been. We would just hope, pray and wait for our love to be reprocicated.
It’s a different scenario for those who are in a relationship. At first, it was all hugs and kisses, flowers and chocolates and lots of sweet-nothings. Until they get tired of each others company. Or sometimes they get used to the idea of being a couple that they just let things happen.
I want to meet someone like Henry Roth… I want someone who would make me fall in love with him every single day. Someone who would make my heart skips a beat everytime we see each other. Someone who would do crazy and unexpected things for me. Someone who would want me to love him forever.
And as much as I want to meet my Henry Roth, I want also to be that kind of person to someone...:)
AnO dAw yUn?
Paano mo nasabi na sa’yo siya? Kelan pa nangyari ‘yun? Sa palagay mo ba naniwala siya sa iyo nu’n? Malabo siguro…
Hindi mo naman kasi siya pinapahalagahan. Palagi mo lang sya binabalewala. Kaya hindi mo sya masisisi kung ganun ‘yung naging reaksyon niya.
Nakita ko yung pagkagulat niya sa sinabi mo. Alam niya kasi wala naman siyang halaga sa iyo. Alam niya hinding-hindi mo siya magugustuhan.
Nakakalungkot nga e. Halos lahat nagsasabi na bagay kayo. Kaya lang kayo namang dalawa ang ayaw. Nagkukunwari kayo na wala lang kayo. Pero meron naman talaga. ‘Yun nga lang mukhang naggagamitan na lang kayo. Pano na kayo ngayon?...
Paninindigan mo ba iyong sinabi mo sa harap ng mga kaibigan mo? Nasaktan ka ba sa naging sagot niya?
Kung say iyo na siya…kanya ka na ba?
Sana hindi ka lang nagiging selfish. Paano kung ayaw mo lang kasi siya ipamigay kasi nga gusto mo lang na sa iyo siya, pero ikaw pagmamay-ari pa rin ng iba? Hindi ba dapat lang na palayain mo na siya?
Siguro dapat bago mo siya angkinin na iyo, patunayan mo muna sa kanya na kanya ka na nga. Buong-buo, walang kahati… walang kaagaw.
Baka sakaling maniwala na siya…
bEh! hIndI nAmAn mAsAkIt!!!
Sa gitna ng ingay at kaguluhan ng mga batang naglalaro sa kwarto ko ng araw na iyon isang bagay ang narinig ko na nagpatigil sa akin ng ilang segundo.Naisip ko ang tagal ko nang hindi naririnig ‘un. Medyo nawindangako nang sabihin ‘un ng inaanak kong si Lance sa ate niya habang nagaaway sila. Siguro nga mga bata lang talaga ang me karapatang magsabi non.Kasi kapag sa kanila manggagaling mas totoo, mas paniniwalaan. Pero kapag sa katulad na natin nagmula, kaplastikan na...kaipokritahan... Sasabihin mo ‘yun para lang maiparamdam mo sa taong gumawa nun sa iyo na okey ka lang.Wa-epek 'yung ginawa nya. Tipong 'oweno ngayon 'As if I care?!!! Para lang maisalba ang natapakan mong ego at magkaron ka pa rin ng konting pride.
Pero sa totoo lang gusto mo na syang murahin mula bumbunan nya hanggang talampakan pabalik sa bumbunan niya! Hindi lang kasi 3rd degree burn yung natamo mo sa kanya, dinaig mo pa ang double-dead na baboy!Masaker ito, kapatid! Kumuha siya ng patalim at ilang beses niya itong binaon sa dibdib mo. Hindi pa nga siya nakuntento dun kasi daig niya paang isang psycho killer. Dinukot niya pa ang kawawa mong puso sampu ng laman-loob sa katawan mo para tadtarin ng pinong-pino, daig mo pa ang bopis! Pero pasaway talaga siya... kumuha pa siya ng almires paradikdikin, ito hanggang maging pulbos, papel de hapon na lang, pulboron ka na!
Ewan ko na lang kapag nasabi mo pa ‘un sa kanya. Siguro nung nagspray ng baygon ang kapitbahay mo e nilanghap mo lahat kaya high ka nanaman!!! Oo ganon nga, kung hindi ka bangag e baka me sayad ka na. Pero kapag ang mga bata na ang nagaway at nag-iyakan tapos ilang minuto lang bati na hindi mo sasabihin sa kanila na “nakadrugs ba kayo?”Kasi nga me 'K' silang gawin ‘un! Ganon sila kadaling magpatawad at makalimot.Bakit kasi pag tumatanda na ang tao ang dali nang masaktan at makasakit, ang hirap nang humingi ng tawad at magpatawad, at ang tagal makalimot?
Haayyy!!! Sana bata na lang tayo habangbuhay para sa susunod na may mangaaway sa atin masasabi natin sa kanila nang walang kaipokritahan at pagaalinlangan na…
“BEH! HINDI NAMAN MASAKIT!!!”
Kasi kapag pinaiyak niya na ako isusumbong ko siya sa tatay ko!
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