Thursday, June 21, 2007
7 random habits/facts about moi (tagged by lelai)
Instructions: Each player starts with 7 random habits/facts about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
1. ang kama ko ay ang aking unofficial tambakan. mga nakatiklop na damit, mga bag, mga unused and used pieces of paper, mga binurn na cd, wallets, unan - you name it! it's all there! at minsan makakakita ka pa ng mga pagkaing hindi pa nabubuksan. great!
2. meron akong unknown food allergy. may nakain ako once na ang nagnig epekto sakin ay nagpantal ang buong katawan ko at walang kasing kati. hindi ko alam kung ano yung pagkaing yun.
3. if i could eat one thing for the rest of my life, i'd pick pizza.
4. mabilis akong gumawa ng tulog. pero hindi ako natutulog ng walang nakapatong or nakadikit sa tiyan ko.
5. adik ako sa lip balm.
6. ang pinakamarami kong kulay ng t-shirt ay red. dati akala ko blue or black, but i checked. red talaga.
7. bingihin ako. and my friends can attest to that. kahit katabi ko kayo e minsan nabibingi parin ako. tingin ko malapit lang sa mga sinasabi yung naririnig ko, pero sabi ng aking mga kaibigan e wag ko daw lokohin ang sarili ko dahil minsan daw e napaka-outrageous ng mga naririnig ko.
TAG! you're it!
- carla
- cleng
- kathy
- kuya soc
- ash
- leslie
- patrick
usb: pix1
back-up kopya ng usb pix ko. iba na ang praning :)
pasensya na kung puro ako nanaman to. hohoho :)
Friday, June 15, 2007
the benefit of the doubt? heck, no more benefits for you
more than once, i've seen the way you look at her. more than once, i've seen the way she looks back at you. more than once, i've given you both what they call the benefit of the doubt. more than once i've tried to see things differently. more than once, i've tried to convince myself that i was just concluding too hastily. more than once, i've tried to convince myself that my vision was clouded and that i was seeing things the way that i wanted to see them. maybe that's still what i'm doing. but more than once, you've crushed everything i thought and let me see just how stupid i am for trying to think otherwise of you.
i know this is not the way i should behave. i know this is not the way i should think. i am sinning against Him more than against anyone when i remain this unforgiving. but i cannot help it. i cannot help but feel this way. i cannot help but be this unforgiving.
you've done it once. you've done it twice. a third time, perhaps. so another time is not far off. you could keep denying that, say that you're different now. you could say that. but i don't think i'd believe you.
do you even take notice of what you do? of where you do it? of why you do it? and of who you hurt in the entire process? i don't think you do. i don't think you consider any of that when you do what you do. i've warned him. i haven't told her. but i think one side is enough. you can't hold a piece of bread buttered on both sides without getting your hands dirty.
i know this is not the way i should behave. i know this is not the way i should think. i am sinning against Him more than against anyone when i remain this unforgiving. but i cannot help it. i cannot help but feel this way. i cannot help but be this unforgiving.
you've done it once. you've done it twice. a third time, perhaps. so another time is not far off. you could keep denying that, say that you're different now. you could say that. but i don't think i'd believe you.
do you even take notice of what you do? of where you do it? of why you do it? and of who you hurt in the entire process? i don't think you do. i don't think you consider any of that when you do what you do. i've warned him. i haven't told her. but i think one side is enough. you can't hold a piece of bread buttered on both sides without getting your hands dirty.
Friday, June 8, 2007
last one for the night
last one for tonight. post more some other time g'night everyone! :)
Of Parting and Nature
The final verdant leaf has now, itself, turned into brown:
The color of your eyes in which i always seem to drown.
The final em'rald blade of grass, with sparkling drops of dew,
Has now moved on to places greener, my darling, like you!
The sand drifts in between my toes as water bathes my feet,
The same water which, once, was witness to how two hearts meet.
The waves come rushing towards me but, instantly, recede.
My darling, not unlike the time you left with that same speed!
The breeze comes by and kisses me a greeting for the day,
And softly swirls and twirls about me as i go my way.
But, oh, the isolation i feel when it blows away!
The same as what i felt, my darling, when you left that day!
Of Parting and Nature
The final verdant leaf has now, itself, turned into brown:
The color of your eyes in which i always seem to drown.
The final em'rald blade of grass, with sparkling drops of dew,
Has now moved on to places greener, my darling, like you!
The sand drifts in between my toes as water bathes my feet,
The same water which, once, was witness to how two hearts meet.
The waves come rushing towards me but, instantly, recede.
My darling, not unlike the time you left with that same speed!
The breeze comes by and kisses me a greeting for the day,
And softly swirls and twirls about me as i go my way.
But, oh, the isolation i feel when it blows away!
The same as what i felt, my darling, when you left that day!
Chorvanaria
Poem number 2. I'll run out soon. I promise :)
Parting Words to a Loved One
Strangers, we'd come across each other
A lonely autumn noon.
Rain was pouring, wind was blowing
A sad, forlorn tune.
The weather was freezing my heart
Along with the puddles and pools.
Beside me, you sat. I looked at you
And never thought we were such fools.
Strangers, we'd seen them all around,
But our world was so confined
That it seemed nobody could get in and stumble upon us
In places nobody could find.
But we were not prepared for what the world
Had in store for us.
We fumbled, stumbled, screwed up,
And, in the end, each other we could not trust.
Strangers, once again, we part and forget
What once we had been together.
I know not who you are now, and neither do you me,
But our memories live on forever.
The silence between us engulfs us in an embrace
That separates us even more.
And now, what we are seems to be an isolated shadow
Of what, together, we were before.
Parting Words to a Loved One
Strangers, we'd come across each other
A lonely autumn noon.
Rain was pouring, wind was blowing
A sad, forlorn tune.
The weather was freezing my heart
Along with the puddles and pools.
Beside me, you sat. I looked at you
And never thought we were such fools.
Strangers, we'd seen them all around,
But our world was so confined
That it seemed nobody could get in and stumble upon us
In places nobody could find.
But we were not prepared for what the world
Had in store for us.
We fumbled, stumbled, screwed up,
And, in the end, each other we could not trust.
Strangers, once again, we part and forget
What once we had been together.
I know not who you are now, and neither do you me,
But our memories live on forever.
The silence between us engulfs us in an embrace
That separates us even more.
And now, what we are seems to be an isolated shadow
Of what, together, we were before.
To the Musical Op.1 No.1
My first blog post ever. sa friendster blog ko. here it is.
TO THE MUSICAL Op.1 No.1
The music floats softly, the people seem lonely,
You hum with the forlorn sonata.
Our feet do not weaken, my heart keeps on beating
A fading, unending sonata.
Sway with the concerto, keep up with the tempo,
A beautiful three-minute opus.
The world, it get's blurry, my vision gets fuzzy,
Made me cry, that enchanting opus.
Fading, it finishes. The faraway wishes
Whither along with the symphony.
Vanish in to nothing, fancies leave me wishing
The revival of the symphony.
I let go of your hand, you blend in like the sand
As the timeless masterpiece ceases.
Part of me leaves with you, but wants to be with you
When the timeless masterpiece ceases.
The band strikes a new tune. Do you think it's too soon
If I invite you to waltz with me?
We just ceased, after all. Please consent. I will crawl
On the ground for you to waltz with me.
I come up to ask you. It's a Mozart, I'm led to
Believe, is playing. It's a classic.
Approaching, I'm edgy. My heart fills with worry
You will not like the Mozart classic.
The melody plays on. My heartbeat is so strong.
Oh, how I hope the oeuvre is long.
As I reach your table, I don't think we'll be able
To dance now. The oeuvre is not long.
The next song, it plays now. I hope we can dance now.
It's slow; the beat isn't allegro.
You take my hand again. Back into position. Then
We dance much slower than allegro.
TO THE MUSICAL Op.1 No.1
The music floats softly, the people seem lonely,
You hum with the forlorn sonata.
Our feet do not weaken, my heart keeps on beating
A fading, unending sonata.
Sway with the concerto, keep up with the tempo,
A beautiful three-minute opus.
The world, it get's blurry, my vision gets fuzzy,
Made me cry, that enchanting opus.
Fading, it finishes. The faraway wishes
Whither along with the symphony.
Vanish in to nothing, fancies leave me wishing
The revival of the symphony.
I let go of your hand, you blend in like the sand
As the timeless masterpiece ceases.
Part of me leaves with you, but wants to be with you
When the timeless masterpiece ceases.
The band strikes a new tune. Do you think it's too soon
If I invite you to waltz with me?
We just ceased, after all. Please consent. I will crawl
On the ground for you to waltz with me.
I come up to ask you. It's a Mozart, I'm led to
Believe, is playing. It's a classic.
Approaching, I'm edgy. My heart fills with worry
You will not like the Mozart classic.
The melody plays on. My heartbeat is so strong.
Oh, how I hope the oeuvre is long.
As I reach your table, I don't think we'll be able
To dance now. The oeuvre is not long.
The next song, it plays now. I hope we can dance now.
It's slow; the beat isn't allegro.
You take my hand again. Back into position. Then
We dance much slower than allegro.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
sleepily sleepless
where once you only occupied my thoughts,where once thousands of images flashed in my head,
where once your name would run like jetstream over and over,
where once only you could make me start or stop,
where once the only thing that could make me cry was you,
where once only thoughts of you could put me to sleep,
where once only you could make me quit,
where once thoughts of you would be my fuel for the entire day...
... now nothing is left
Sunday, June 3, 2007
short hair and the life of a baritone-sounding girl
okey, so short hair. i got my hair cut yesterday morning. it would look good, if only my hair was straight. sadly, life isn't always fair, so it looks gross. tie it back? sure, but it still looks gross. i think i'm regretting getting that haircut...
the life of a baritone-sounding girl. yeah... it's hard to not be able to sing many songs as well as others since i have a low-pitched singing voice and a small vocal range. rawr. what to do? nothing. what else can i do? "...everything i am depends on You." 