to no one in particular, masarap pakinggan :D

Sharing you with the people I love is like making them drink from fresh water river; you refresh their soul and quench their thirst. And I will never get tired of drinking you. You are my favorite drink in the whole wide world J

Joseph Gordon Levitt

Ahem. i just have (need) to do this :))
hahaha crushy!

^ feeling free with the angas look :))

^ ang CUTE lang ♥




^ Hello Joseph Gordon Levitt (love-it) haha!!

hehe.

hehe
ayawan na :)
tama na to'
iron will.
i may not stop feeling... eventually it will all go away.
choice.
choice.
choice.
mahirap? yeah.
PERO
kakayanin!

Closing Cycles by Paulo Coelho

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 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 taking 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.


jamie: ...one heck of a reality check.

to summarize my current state of mind...

Stop And Stare

One Republic

This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us

It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust

I've got my heart set on anywhere but here

I'm staring down myself, counting up the years

Steady hands, just take the wheel...

And every glance is killing me

Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare

You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there

And you'd give anything to get what's fair

But fair ain't what you really need

Oh, can u see what I see

They're tryin to come back, all my senses push

Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could...

Steady feet, don't fail me now

Gonna run till you can't walk

But something pulls my focus out

And I'm standing down...

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare

You start to wonder why you're here not there

And you'd give anything to get what's fair

But fair ain't what you really need

Oh, you don't need

What u need, what u need...

Stop and stare

I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Yeah I know that everyone gets scared

But I've become what I can't be

Oh, do u see what I see...

I totally dig this kind-a s__t

HAHAHA! know what, maybe these are like, not reliable or something but who the hell cares? :))

Okay, getting my entries analyzed. kinda makes me happy today :))

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

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I write like
David Foster Wallace

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

evil does not exist just like cold and darkness...

weird things aww :|

I cant get myself to be envious of p__ and j__ or even c__.
It's my fault they wont trust me or is afraid to trust me
There are a couple of things I cannot feel anymore...
It bothers me sometimes, like now, it bothers me that at some point, I wont really care anymore...
feelings like jealousy or care, getting attention means a little to me
Making them happy seems obligatory...
Can't believe love can work in such a mechanical way...

I Teach My Child by Gemino H. Abad

I TEACH MY CHILD
by Gemino H. Abad

I.

I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
           The simple words first
And last.

They are hardest to learn.
 
          Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.

These words are relations.
 

They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
 
          Or words that promise
Or dream.

Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.

Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
 
          These are not words
To speak.

These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.

II.
 
         My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.

          By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
 
          Every act, too,
Is first without words.

There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.

           The words are given,
But there's no script.

Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.

           These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
           These same words
That may elude our acts.

If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.

           And so,
I teach my child
To survive.

I begin with our words,
           The simple words first
And last.

AND i can't breathe without you BUT i have to...

played the song for how many times I cant remember. totally hooked XD!!

Oh! The Train - The LRT2 ride to V.Mapa

One fateful Tuesday afternoon, I hopped on a train called LRT2. And there above the train's door i saw the words:

Al perderte yo a ti, tú y yo hemos perdido:

Nang mawala ka sa akin, ikaw at ako’y nawalan:

I stopped reading, then continued.

yo, porque tú eras lo que yo más amaba;

Ako dahil ikaw ang minahal ko nang lubusan

y tú, porque yo era el que te amaba más.

At ikaw dahil ako ang sa iyo’y lubusang nagmahal.

My lips tugged a smile that pulled strings in my heart.

Pero de nosotros dos tú pierdes más que yo:

Ngunit sa dalawa ay ikaw ang higit na nawalan:

I went a bit closer and squinted my eyes. The font is way too small and the train is moving way too much.

porque yo podré amar a otras como te amaba a ti,

Dahil pwede kong mahalin ang iba tulad nang pagmamahal ko sa iyo,

A robotic voice filled the train; time is running out and here I am waiting for the climactic ending.

pero a ti no te amarán como te amaba yo.

Ngunit ika’y ‘di mamahalin tulad nang kung paano kita minahal.

The doors opened, and I walked out of the train smiling that smile that pulled strings in my heart.


the poem in Spanish was by Ernesto Cardenal

MMM it's always better when we're together ü yeah we'll look at the stars when we're together

the song makes me feel good. reminds me of really good memories :)

rainy june days to forever winter nights

Yesterday started out... unusually cold.

Colder than the day before... It's been some time since I did something to really direct myself to a goal to keep me moving forward.

Its nearly four months since I earned my degree, nearly four months when I decided that job hunting does not suit me, nearly four months that almost everyday all I do is stare at the ceiling, sleep, eat, net, occasional school visit, dates and friendly dates… and other things to keep myself busy. I’m starting to think that I wasted a lot of time already and it bothers me to hell. The BEST thing is: I can’t move… I don’t know how to. But I got to start somewhere… I guess the pain of job hunting is really inevitable.

Yesterday started out… unusually cold.

Unusually cold for my liking. It’s weird because I saw remnants of sunshine through my window before it became cloudy. I don’t mind the chill brought by the rain - I love goose bumps on my skin, it just bothers me that it’s starting to affect my heart, it’s starting to affect my mind, it’s starting to affect how I think. Things started to get ugly, even my heart did; my dreams are fading… and my love – gone.

Yesterday started out...unusually cold…

And last night reminded me of how stupid I was with a slap on the face by words sharper than my Swiss knife - It coursed through my chest. Memories haunted my thoughts sharper than HQ vid. Just when I thought of embracing everything and acceptance is the key, I felt like letting go… falling, falling, falling further - please prepare me for the coming winter nights.