Monday, April 30, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Where Are My Girls At?
This one is for the girl you can take home to mom, but won't because its easier to be around with a whore than work on a relationship
This is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.
This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over "her", he's just not looking to be tied down.
This is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too selfish to have cared in the first place.
This is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen him from across the room leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly to that girl he's with just to be an "old friend".
This is for the girls who never told them it was their baby because of the fear that it would tear them apart even more - for the girls who have to live every day with the pain of losing that baby whether she chose to or not.
This is for the nights his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.
This is for the night you realized that it couldn't happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after falling to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment & this is for realizing that when you choose friends, you hardly choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.
This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have settled for what he was giving because at least he was giving something.
This is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
This is for the hugs you've received from your girlfriends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and that you are truly worthy of a great guy.
This is for the regret you’ve felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that at night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow.
It's sad and I'm sorry to say but this is soo true.. *sigh*
This is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.
This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over "her", he's just not looking to be tied down.
This is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too selfish to have cared in the first place.
This is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen him from across the room leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly to that girl he's with just to be an "old friend".
This is for the girls who never told them it was their baby because of the fear that it would tear them apart even more - for the girls who have to live every day with the pain of losing that baby whether she chose to or not.
This is for the nights his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.
This is for the night you realized that it couldn't happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after falling to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment & this is for realizing that when you choose friends, you hardly choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.
This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have settled for what he was giving because at least he was giving something.
This is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
This is for the hugs you've received from your girlfriends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and that you are truly worthy of a great guy.
This is for the regret you’ve felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that at night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow.
It's sad and I'm sorry to say but this is soo true.. *sigh*
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
What Happened?
Time flows along, and sometimes the way gets confusing. I know I've often asked this question of myself. . .
Sun-warmed hay and picture clouds,
Bumblebees and rain;
What happened to those lazy days,
Those whistles of a train?
Children squealed in pink-delight
While carousels spun ‘round;
What happened to those carefree days,
Those picnics on the ground?
Fireworks on velvet skies,
Firefly-filled jars;
What happened to those brilliant days,
Those flashing shooting stars?
Twinkling trees and sparkling clothes,
Turkey legs and spice;
What happened to those holidays,
Those people who were nice?
Orange-blossomed wedding vows,
Tear-streaked, dull decree;
What happened to those happy days,
Those days of you and me?
**Yesterday been reading my diary, emails... recalling what has been. Today it has ended. Oh the happy days are gone...**
Sun-warmed hay and picture clouds,
Bumblebees and rain;
What happened to those lazy days,
Those whistles of a train?
Children squealed in pink-delight
While carousels spun ‘round;
What happened to those carefree days,
Those picnics on the ground?
Fireworks on velvet skies,
Firefly-filled jars;
What happened to those brilliant days,
Those flashing shooting stars?
Twinkling trees and sparkling clothes,
Turkey legs and spice;
What happened to those holidays,
Those people who were nice?
Orange-blossomed wedding vows,
Tear-streaked, dull decree;
What happened to those happy days,
Those days of you and me?
**Yesterday been reading my diary, emails... recalling what has been. Today it has ended. Oh the happy days are gone...**
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Confused?
My knees start to shake
When you're in sight
My mind is filled with wonder
My heart with fright.
When will this feeling stop?
When did it start?
How can I listen to my mind,
without breaking my heart?
I'm so confused
What should I do?
I can't think of anything
Except you.
Should I ignore you,
or just give it time?
I can't think straight,
my heart controls my mind.
**Sometimes its hard being in a relationship where you feel its gone dry...Hayy, don't let confusion keep us apart...**
When you're in sight
My mind is filled with wonder
My heart with fright.
When will this feeling stop?
When did it start?
How can I listen to my mind,
without breaking my heart?
I'm so confused
What should I do?
I can't think of anything
Except you.
Should I ignore you,
or just give it time?
I can't think straight,
my heart controls my mind.
**Sometimes its hard being in a relationship where you feel its gone dry...Hayy, don't let confusion keep us apart...**
Monday, April 16, 2007
Why did you...
This is the copy of a poem that I have emailed to him... juz wanna share... And this is what I'm feeling these past few weeks...
What am I fighting for
I don't really understand
You're not there anymore
To simply hold my hand
Without you around
I have lost so much
So much strength you gave
With simply a soft touch
I kept looking at my phone
But it just doesn't ring
Not even a buzz
A text it doesn't bring
You're always too busy
And no longer had time
To stop and say hello
Seconds it would only be nine
You have your own life
I guess I'm just in the way
And I'm not even permitted
To expect hearing from you everyday
I don't have the energy
I feel completely broken
My eyes are welling up
Soon they'll be soaking
I need you so much
I can't begin to explain
But I'm hurting so much
Why am I bearing this pain
I would wait a lifetime
For a moment with you
But not knowing when I'll see you
Tears me up in two
I don't want to hurt you
Or even cause you any pain
But it definitely hurts me
For you always think I complain
I'm so very confused
What is really meant to be
Why did this happen
Why did you fall in love with me. . .
What am I fighting for
I don't really understand
You're not there anymore
To simply hold my hand
Without you around
I have lost so much
So much strength you gave
With simply a soft touch
I kept looking at my phone
But it just doesn't ring
Not even a buzz
A text it doesn't bring
You're always too busy
And no longer had time
To stop and say hello
Seconds it would only be nine
You have your own life
I guess I'm just in the way
And I'm not even permitted
To expect hearing from you everyday
I don't have the energy
I feel completely broken
My eyes are welling up
Soon they'll be soaking
I need you so much
I can't begin to explain
But I'm hurting so much
Why am I bearing this pain
I would wait a lifetime
For a moment with you
But not knowing when I'll see you
Tears me up in two
I don't want to hurt you
Or even cause you any pain
But it definitely hurts me
For you always think I complain
I'm so very confused
What is really meant to be
Why did this happen
Why did you fall in love with me. . .
Friday, April 13, 2007
Friday The 13th
As most people probably realized, today is Friday The 13th, a date commonly associated with bad luck. Friday the thirteenth is considered the unluckiest of days in many superstitions.
The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia or paraskevidekatriaphobia, a specialized form of triskaidekaphobia, a phobia (fear) of the number thirteen.
The origins of Friday superstitions are many. One of the best known is that Eve tempted Adam with the apple on a Friday. Tradition also has it that the Flood in the Bible, the confusion at the Tower of Babel.
The origins of the Friday the 13th superstition have also been linked to the fact there were 13 people at the last supper of Jesus, who was traditionally crucified on Good Friday, but it probably originated only in medieval times.
In Ancient Greek and Numerology, the number thirteen for fortune telling meant a sign of destruction. (Search Numerology to find out why)In early Rome, witches gathered in groups "covens" in 12. So the 13th one was said to be the evil one.
According to Norse Mythology, there were 12 gods gathered for supper when suddenly the 13th guest, named Loki (who was uninvited) popped in. He is said to be cruel, mischievous, and for some even evil.
The Viking's hangman noose had 13 knots, and so they considered 13 to be unlucky.
**Doesn't this make you wonder about today's phrase, "TGIF" (Thank God it's Friday) if Friday is suppose to be so terrible? Well, Friday the 13th is just one of those supertitions.**
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Minamalas
MOJOFLY offers a more radio-friendly, pop-leaning alternative to the other Filipino rock bands of today.
LOUGEE (Vocals)
ALLAN (Guitar)
ALI (Drums)
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
may mga taong katulad mo
mahirap kausapin
konti ang pasensya
isa ka na sa kanila
di ka naman mahiyain
itong masasabi ko sa'yo
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
hindi ko gusto
ang pagtitig mo sa akin
walang pagkakaiba
kahit pag magkasama
di ka naman mahiyain
itong masasabi ko sa'yo
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
may lunas ba
magagamot pa ba kaya
kung hahayaan ko
paano na
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
minamalas...
ako'y minamalas...
ako'y minamalas...
ako'y minamalas...
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
may mga taong katulad mo
mahirap kausapin
konti ang pasensya
isa ka na sa kanila
di ka naman mahiyain
itong masasabi ko sa'yo
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
hindi ko gusto
ang pagtitig mo sa akin
walang pagkakaiba
kahit pag magkasama
di ka naman mahiyain
itong masasabi ko sa'yo
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
may lunas ba
magagamot pa ba kaya
kung hahayaan ko
paano na
ang ugali mo'y iba
hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa
pakiusap sana
makisama ka naman
huwag kang balahura
ayoko na ang labo mo
pag maginaw naiinitan ka
minamalas
Kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba
minamalas...
ako'y minamalas...
ako'y minamalas...
ako'y minamalas...
**Wala lang. Thanks for sharing the song! Ok 'tong song for my "trippin'" nowadays. Hehe. Pero ha Lougee rocks!**
Monday, April 09, 2007
I'm Back!
No matter how badly we have failed,
we can always get up and begin again.
Our God is the God of new beginnings.-Warren Wiersbe
we can always get up and begin again.
Our God is the God of new beginnings.-Warren Wiersbe
Today, like every other day, is literally brimming with possibilities. Whether we realize it or not, God is always working in us and through us; our job is to let Him do His work without undo interference. Yet we are imperfect beings who, because of our limited vision, often resists God's will. We want life to unfold according to our own desires, not God's. But, our Heavenly Father may have other plans.
Today, think carefully about the work that God can do through you. And then, set out upon the next phase of your life's journey with a renewed sense of purpose and hope. God has the power to make all things new, including you. Your job is to let Him do it.
**Yes, I'm back! And I hope I'll be able to blog often. Hehe. Miss ya all! God bless!**
Today, think carefully about the work that God can do through you. And then, set out upon the next phase of your life's journey with a renewed sense of purpose and hope. God has the power to make all things new, including you. Your job is to let Him do it.
**Yes, I'm back! And I hope I'll be able to blog often. Hehe. Miss ya all! God bless!**
