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First of all, not my fault that you miss me.
Second, your right, absolutely your mistake.
Bwahahahaha! ;)

First of all, not my fault that you miss me.

Second, your right, absolutely your mistake.

Bwahahahaha! ;)

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Paralleled Waves

August 21, 2012

7:56 in the evening, Antipolo City

I need me some tears,

of sorrows, joys and fears..

Aye, not for long been hiding

Aye, had not been answered

A fool for questioning.

I need me some tears,

of cleansing, weeping and masquerading..

Aye, had been a still water of brook that flows to

Your stream 

Aye, of innocent misfits.

Yes, I need me some tears, 

of sorrow, joys and fears..

Aye, had long been forgone, forgotten not forgiven

Aye, had not felt soft embrace of passion and grace

Aye had not been remembered, mocked and disadvantaged.

Yes, oh, yes…

I need me some tears,

of sorrows, joys and fears

For Who had dried these eyes

Had also made it cry.

"I’ve got everything to LOSE, so why not LOSE IT anyway? Why not…?

Looks like an Iris to me, but hey! These are bubbles!
lostateminor:

Swiss photographer Fabian Oefner used high-speed flash photography to capture the brief life of soap bubbles. The bubbles reflect a vivid spectrum of colors just before they burst. They pop after just a few seconds, leaving behind tiny soap particles in the air. 
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Looks like an Iris to me, but hey! These are bubbles!

lostateminor:

Swiss photographer Fabian Oefner used high-speed flash photography to capture the brief life of soap bubbles. The bubbles reflect a vivid spectrum of colors just before they burst. They pop after just a few seconds, leaving behind tiny soap particles in the air.

Autumn Sonnet

If I can let you go as trees let go

Their leaves, so casually, one by one;

If I can come to know what they do know,

That fall is the release, the consummation,

Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit

Would not distemper the great lucid skies

This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.

If I can take the dark with open eyes

And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange

(for love itself may need a time of sleep)

And, treelike, stand unmoved before the change,

Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,

The strong root still alive under the snow,

Love will endure - if I can let you go.

May Sarton (1972)

katalystdance:

Hannah Wintrode of Katalyst

Her first Boogiezone Class back in October! 

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You Who Should Be Named

I can write the best love poem ever written but I am lost for words,

I can write the best love song for you to sing but my melody flew away,

I can draw your loveliest eyes and yet my hands are shaking….

So…

I guess this is quite a good time to write.

Weather’s cold and the continuous flow of rain on the roof makes it more sane.

I haven’t had the chance to actually blog something aside from the poems I wrote for ex-es and most importantly about myself which is basically getting up again from all the bruises.’

I won’t be saying that I am freakin’ happy and I’m on the “Empire State of Mind”, happiness is a choice and on how you look at things makes everything easier for you to be happy - lightens up your burden. I am not saying that I have also moved on ‘completely’. It still hurt but all that now, thinking about it made no more importance as I have been focused on what’s ahead of me.

There are some points I wanted to write:

One, the pleasure of having pain. Not talking about anything else. As that song said, “You bleed just to know you’re alive.”

Two, Listen close and Understand. Period.

Three, Simple joys. I wonder why most single people makes a relationship complicated? I for one, was guilty about this and it’s a waste of time. I guess the best way to love is just love. No labels, no holding back and no lies.

How Do I Love Thee?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of everyday’s
    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love thee with the passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

Find A guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heart beat, or will stay awake to watch you sleep, wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show ou off to the world when you’re just in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who thinks that you’re just as pretty without make-up on, one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you…The one who turns to his friends with a smile and says, “She’s the one!”

Honey Daniels

“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”

Helen Keller

The Perfect Fan

Backstreetboys

The Perfect Fan

So, everyone was greeting their Moms a Happy Mother’s Day and probably I wanted to share this story…

For a couple of days, Mama was really hard on me. Knowing that, I just started the new job I was rooting for. All mishaps happened : Final Pay from my previous company got delayed, financially broke, early to rise and late to go home, submitting reports with stiff headlines.. And, you know that moment when you just wanted to be sympathized and just keep silent? Well, she did the opposite. She was nagging me and telling me all the stuff about me getting a job that I will be staying for a longer period. It’s not at all easy to take and so, bottom line, we argued a lot. 

I wanted to complain to her about my current situation, but I realized it will just give her a feeling of “I told you so..”. I kept it all in and for some hours that we will see each other inside the house, I refuse to talk to her. 

One morning, I realized I only have P10 in my wallet. I asked myself, “Am I going to ask money from her?” While trying to figure it out, she came in with the dish she cooked for breakfast: 

Mama : Anak, ito pa ulam oh..

Me: Ah okay sige, thank you.

Mama : Nga pala, kung wala ka ng allowance, nagwithdraw ako kagabi. Kuha ka na lang sa wallet ko para may magamit ka.

Me : (shocked and teary eyed) Wow, thank you Mama. 

Happy Mother’s Day Ma, I know you’re not going to read this because you’re not an online junkie, but I already gave you a nice hug and greetings this morning. So lucky to have you in my life. :)

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