11.14.2005
| the day when i started eating chicken sandwich for lunch |

SONNET
by Neil Gaiman

I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
Although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
For brave men died and empires rose and fell
For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands
And men have followed women into Hell.

In plays and poems someone understands
There’s something makes us more than blood and bone
And more than biological demands...
For me, love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been,
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.
I really don’t know what “I love you” means.
I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.”

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naiyak ako dito... :(
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meanwhile, in other news, malapit na ang Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.sana maganda sya. here are some links to the reviews i read so far. i hope this movie will surpass the first three. i had been meaning to re read book four, i think i need to refresh my mind with the story's details, however i failed to get across a soft copy(word/pdf doc specifically) as of this writing. ill read it after watching the movie. my very kind cubicle-mate-in-the-office agreed to lend me her copy after she's done with it.
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p.b.b. is becoming a little too dragging. kuya is becoming a little too annoying. the housemates are becoming a bore. apologies for the pbb loyalists reading this.
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i like craig david's Dont Love You No More. Very cute melody.
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*currently feeling: drumbeats on my chest
*currently listening to: random music from internally shared folders here in the office
*currently reading: random blogs
*looking forward for: another shot of starbucks hot coffee(im collecting stamps for the planner ;)



grays|*mumbles to herself* | 2:39 PM | 2 comments


11.04.2005
| the day when there was no traffic at all and i wasn't even dreaming |

5 simple reasons why life is beautiful

1.a beautiful moon while looking for my wishing star
2.chocolates and sweets (galing sa kanya)
3.hugs and kisses (galing pa rin sa kanya)
4.umungkot sa sunken garden
5.isang mahimbing at mahabang tulog

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You know those days when life seems to be full of surprises? Yesterday, I had something to smile about. I got an article published in peyups… I have to take that back, I didn’t actually wrote Of Mountains and Broken Sunsets. But it appeared under my peyups nick, so I shared pride with the real author who, I was warned, chose to remain anonymous. I really like her piece. It was sweet and lovely even if her story was movingly sad. Let me share with you my favorite line:

“A friend once told me that you don’t catch butterflies with a net. You wait patiently for it to come to you. If you’re lucky enough to have one, hold it in a way it could freely spread its wings. No matter how you want to keep them on your hand, you can’t. Butterflies have wings, they need to fly.”

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Mga bagay na natutuhan ko sa buhay

.: ang pag ibig parang caramel frappe ng starbucks. Nakaka adik.
.: ang buhay parang buto. Kelangang maulanan, maarawan, mabagyuhan at mabahaan bago mapakinabangan.
.: ang pera parang gulong. gumugulong ng gumugulong.
.: may mga taong parang pila sa mrt. Habang humahaba, lalong nakakainit ng ulo.
.: may mga pangarap na parang buwan. mahirap abutin.
.: may mga kaibigang parang shooting star. one in a million.
.: may mga problemang parang lamok. maliit pero makirot ang kagat.
.: may mga init ng ulong parang buhos ng ulan. Kelangan mong hintaying humupa.
.: may mga lugar na parang treasure box. puno ng matatamis na ala ala.
.: may mga problemang parang hit songs na nakakarindi na sa tenga sa sobrang exposure. lilipas din yan.
.: may mga luhang parang maiitim na ulap. Bukas lang, maglalaho na.
.: may mga away na parang siopao na walang sauce. In other words, walang kwenta.

grays|*mumbles to herself* | 6:08 PM | 0 comments


11.03.2005
| the day after the long weekend |



DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
^_^
If You Forget Me
I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

grays|*mumbles to herself* | 10:26 AM | 0 comments


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