From where I am I see your face. Weep no more my love, this is just a phase. That I ever held you, loved you, hurt you and left. From where I am I could smell your scent. It reminds me of the million things I should have said. Not even the Highest Power can undo my mistake. From where I lie I want to cry. Ask for your forgiveness and bid goodbye.

Kailangan ko nang tapusin ang kalokohang ito. Pasensya na sa mga napuno sa akin, di ko talaga sinasadya. A few words to say. Mataas ang araw na nagdudulot ng pagtagaktak ng pawis. Kulang na kulang ang isang talata upang ihayag ang aking pamamaalam.

These are just events, happenings that are not worthy to be just kept inside my brain. this will allow me to pour out my weirdest part. to those who can relate, enjoy. Wednesday, December 31, 2008. THIS IS A NEW AVENUE FOR PEOPLE TO START PUMPING, AND GET THEIRSELVES FIT.

The wordplays of regurgitated thoughts and cyclical emotions-. Huling liham para kay marilyn. Hindi naman kasi dapat nobela ang sulat ko. Hindi na dapat sabihin ang maraming bagay. Karamihan ng nandoon ay puro galing sa nakaraan hindi na dapat ungkatin pa dahil alam kong matagal na panahon din ang kinailangan para tuluyang gumaling ang mga sugat mo galing sa nakaraan na iyon. Tulad ng haba ng panahon na iginugol ko para matiyak ang pangarap ko.

October 15, 2007 in Uncategorized. I had been incessantly hoping for salvation, for somene to hold my hand and show me the. I may not be entirely proud of the things I have done, I may be forever haunted by my mistakes but I take full resposibility of my actions and decisions. The path I chose was not a simple one but it taught me a lot. October 11, 2007 in Uncategorized. No man is an island; no man can exist alone. October 9, 2007 in Uncategorized.

Like my dad, my sense of smell is uncanny. Unintentional digression aside, the malodorous stench reeks of bleachy bleach and soapy soap. It smells too clean to the point of smelling dirty. Do you get what I mean? Curse you, villainous scum! .

It has been a while since I stopped updating my blog! Well, here I am again! This is the start of the new chapter of my blog.

From the Twaddle to the Meaningful. October 18, 2007 by whimseydreamer. 8220;When you look into my eyes. And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul. It always comes as a surprise. When I feel my withered roots begin to grow. Well I never had a place to call my very own. 8212; Billy Joel quotes. American Pianist, Singer and Song Writer, b.

Proud arms hold bouquets of sweet blooms or candles lit and aglow like the eyes that sit around it are images that the month brings to us. As February is, to many, the month of love. Love, being the significant human emotion it is has had a lot of things happening and made in its name. Art and life itself bear as witnesses to such.