Monthly Archives: October 2009

First things first. Please don’t be like the ruler. You’re different. I can’t be like ruler’s secret with you. Nope, not you. So please, stop.

*sighs* It just can’t be. At the end of the day, I know we were both just overwhelmed with each other’s presence. No matter how possible others think it is, I know in reality, it just isn’t. Star-crossed lovers isn’t the term but it’s something like that. Somehow I’m beginning to see what others have been seeing the past months: that we’re actually good together. And we actually are, even if we aren’t together. But that’s exactly it. I think what they think is true but between the two of us, I know we were just too thankful to have each other in every moment that we spend together that’s why people seem to think we’d be good together, but nothing more. Our hearts still seem to be caged by other people.


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It’s so close but we’re so far away.
-We’re So Far Away, Mae


I would like to share my short conversation with my beloved and infamous Cousin early this morning.

BACKGROUND:

It was around 3 o’clock in the morning when Cousin and I decided that we should both turn in for the night. As we both went under the blankie, a song from my iPod played. We’ve Only Just Begun by The Carpenters. After a few seconds, Cousin says she was scared of the song. Being the older one, I asked why first. It was a love song. Why would you be scared of a love song? She then proceeds to tell me that that song was repeatedly played in the movie 1408, which scared her. The conversation I’m about to share started after this little revelation.

ME: Really? I don’t remember.
COUSIN: Yeah, it is. It’s the song that was played over and over again.
ME: Really? I really don’t remember.
COUSIN: That’s the song that they played again and again whenever he repeated, he came back to the clean room.
ME: I don’t really remember this. All I remember is the sound effect. The dundundundun sound.
COUSIN: That’s the song talaga. Whenever he came back to the clean room.
ME: Cousin, it doesn’t ring any bell.
COUSIN: HINDI KASI BELL!
ME: O_O

*end of conversation*
*proceeded by five minutes of laughter, which thankfully, took away our scaredycat-ness*


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Every now and then
We find a special friend
Who never lets us down.

-Remember Me This Way, Jordan Hill

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Whoa. The song that just played from my iPod fits perfectly! Hahaha. By the way, my iPod, Cousin’s playlist. I just grabbed one of the earphones to hear what song was playing so I can type it here, as usual. Haha, amazing.

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I miss your smile,
I miss your kiss
Each and everyday
I reminisce.
-Before I Let You Go, Freestyle

This will be a sad truth. For me, at least. Right now, I say it will last. But I can feel, in the near future, sooner than expected, that my love for Chinese people, will fade. I don’t mean time will come when I hate them, it’s just that, I guess I’m growing up.

Despite my ever-growing and strong love and preference for Chinese boys, I know I’m just wasting my time. There’s the Great Wall, there’s the playboy attitude and there’s the Chinese are meant for Chinese. I’m not being racist but we must admit, in the end, we do choose the one we’re similar to. Blacks go for Blacks, Whites to Whites, beggars to beggars, and rich to rich. It’s a mean, vicious cycle the world revolves in. And that makes me sad.

Right now, I feel like all my cheesiness, romanticism and idealism are pouring out into the open because they’re just draining themselves out of my system. I really have this strong gut feeling that sooner than I thought, I will suddenly stop with all this romance, love crap. I hope it doesn’t happen but I just feel that it will. And it’s about to happen real soon. Signs are starting to pop out one by one. I know it’s still far ahead but I’m really scared, I’ve always been scared of being alone in life. Yet somehow, the thought doesn’t seem to bother me anymore nowadays. That’s gotta be Sign #2. Shit.


I may stop caring for all the guys in the world but Chinese boys will always have leverage. Even if it’s just .00000001% only. The fact that I’m letting go, slowly stopping the fight to find that Chinese guy who will love me, is a sure sign that something’s up with me. Damn, I don’t want to be a workaholic woman at age 22 and still be working at age 85. I don’t want my heart to clam up and never open again. That’s just not who I am yet I fear it’s what I’m becoming. I hope I don’t have to blog about completely shutting myself to love. I may still appear like the old me, with all the emo blogs and posts, but to be honest, they’re merely for my amusement only. That’s just sad and mean. This is not me.

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I had to find just where you are.
-Love Remains the Same, Gavin Rossdale


Throughout the years and crazy sems, we always find ways to enjoy life.

Makakalimutan ba natin ‘to? 😀

SURPRISE!

Ang rami na natin pinagsamahan, hanggang sa dulo, tayo pa rin magkakasama. Mikee, where are you? Hahaha. Know that we’re very blessed and grateful that Diana Grace Galindez was born.

Because we simply can’t live without you.

Love you, bitch! (Lalo na’t kinokonsente mo kalokohan ko, hahaha)

Much love,


I had a nice chat with Diane earlier this evening. We had some catching up to do since this busy bee has been out of reach for the past few days. In the middle of our catching up conversation, I realized two things. 1) that I enjoy holding hands with someone; and 2) that I’ve learned how to stop myself from falling quickly. Of the two, the second one interested me more. I’ve always been known as the one who quickly falls for anyone who treats her specially. But as I’ve noticed from recent events, I’ve discovered that I actually can control myself, stop myself, from falling too fast. To put it simply, I’ve learned not to rush into things, which is a good thing. At least now, my heart can breathe easily and stop worrying about possibly breaking again. Plus, Diane and I finally agreed on something. And I quote, "Mahirap nga naman sumugal." 

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I’m over you somehow
Only love knows how.

-Only Love, The Braxtons


YES

Alam mo, mahal na mahal rin naman kita. You should know that by now. I may seem cold and distant at times (and I am sorry for that), let you down as well, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I’m typing this down because, hmm, I guess I don’t have enough courage to tell you all this seriously. I mean, without making it seem like a joke, because this is no joke. We’ve been through a lot and I’d like to believe we’ll be going through so much more together. That we’d be together for a lifetime (I think lifetime’s the word we’re searching for, not forever ’cause forever would mean beyond the grave and stuff like that and realistically speaking, we don’t know what would happen after we die.)

I don’t want to say this to you and end up laughing. I honestly was a bit hesitant to send this to you through SMS because I’m not really sure what’ll happen after so I decided to type it instead. You’re very special and dear to me. I love and care for you so much, maybe even more than you’re thinking of. I’m really happy to have you in my life. And if in some strange, twist of fate, we do end up together, I’d get it too.

So there. Mahal na mahal kita. Kahit minsan di mukha, mahal pa rin kita. Wag mo kalimutan ‘yun.

And yes, this is for you. You know who you are. Sana lang mabasa mo. 🙂


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You caught me off guard
Now I’m running and screaming.

-Hero/Heroine, Boys Like Girls



I still hate you. You, your name, seeing your name. Gah. Why don’t I listen to my own advice? Be careful what you wish for. I still think you’re a !$#*!%#$@!^?. You didn’t, don’t have and will never have the right to hurt.. You’re not the prettiest or hottest girl on campus, you know. Aaargh. Had I known you would come along, I would’ve never agreed to leave.

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And I
Never let go
Never let go.
-Broken Sonnet, Hale

“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone. Don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her. She’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love, but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.”


I’m sleepy, I’m tired, I’m done. This is beyond what I can take. I think I’ve stopped caring, or worse, I decided to stop caring. I’m through. I should be sleeping now but I just had the urge to let a few things out. I don’t know what’s happening and it ticks me off but being insensitive about this whole thing is starting to gain more attention in my head and chest.

I thought I was just being bitter and over-reactive after the typhoons that plagued the metro but things proved themselves eventually. It wasn’t just me.

So this is how the ship’s going down?


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You don’t have to be part of the problem.
-Stay, Gavin deGraw