imagine

Imagine that you met a lover who really understood you, loved you, cared for you and nurtured you. This lover is a person who you are physically attracted to, admire and enjoy spending time with. This lover gives you respect, understands your mood swings, and gives you the space you need when you need it…

“miss? sir? may i know where can i buy this kind of lover?” whehehe juz joking.

boring??? and sleepy???

 Memorial Day sa US ngayon, that means we have less calls today.  Imagine i just recieved 1 call since 12mid kanina pagpasok ko.  Hoping everyday is a holiday.  “less calls, less stress”.

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hays.. nakakabato dito sa office i feel so boring and sleepy.  They are all busy doing their work, except Me hehehe! (not so loud au) Sshhhh! might anyone can hear or catch you - doing nothing.  Oh well! they won’t even notice that i’m on my petiks mode.

tatlumpung piso lang…

 "tatlumpung piso" lang ang aking kailangan
upang makausap ka kahit sandali lang…"

h0w i miss y0u,
h0w i miss talking t0 you,
h0w i miss the way y0u smile,
h0w i miss the days when we’re t0gether.

but these days were already 0ver…

losin’ the love

"I cried myself to sleep last night
When I woke up
There were tear stains on my pillow
It hurt so much to sacrifice what i gave up
Without you in my life
I will always feel lonely
Losing the love
From someone like you"

i’ll never get over you…

” I had no intention of reading your profile once again. The last time I did, it hurt so much it drove me to theorize on the art of letting go. I was confident while typing away my sentiments into an essay that ultimately revealed my eagerness to forget you. I had no other choice. Getting over you became an obsession. But I realized now, five minutes after I unwittingly opened your profile that getting over someone could never be a matter of choice. How I have managed to author that letting go theory is beyond me. We can’t choose to forget someone. Time does that for us.

Obviously, time hasn’t decided for me yet. Hurt, every time I hear something about you and her, isn’t exactly new anymore. I have tried countless times to cover it up in letting go theories, or I-don’t-love-you-anymore songs and yet, reality still bites. The toughest thing about it is that the sting lingers long after the wound has supposedly healed.

I thought six years were enough. Six years of no significant communication. Why is it that every time I hear something from you –anything, I get this insane feeling of sadness as if everything else in the universe is useless because I don’t have you? Why is it that my heart could not break away from you when everything else has? Why is it that I feel as if time has no intention of giving me my due? I want to forget you. I NEED to forget you. And I cannot wait forever for that.

I will not make this into another letter about finally letting go. This will not be about me getting over you and putting to rest all feelings I have harbored for the longest time. This will not be about sweet lies, but of bitter truths. I was never over you yet. Plain and simple. The hurt I felt moments ago was nothing new because it never really left me. It’s still there painful as ever.

It’s official then. I will never get over you. Ever. “

Honestly, it requires a lot of courage to do this. Credits to her.

*primera*

“5th of May, 2008″.

First time to creat my own blog page. Love it so much!  Thanks admin for the cool site, very user friendly.