in highschool, i was infatuated with this guy...two years my junior. i know its like a mild case of pedophilia but hey its just two years!
i must have loved him in a childish-this-isnt-real-love-yet-but-almost-there kind of way because i see nothing but him and ive discovered i could write poems because of him. maybe ive written more than a dozen poems...but not a single piece he was able to read. even when i went away for college i would still ask about him. and i tore his picture one time only to ask my friend to give me another copy of it again. hehehehe. silly me.
in high school, i was the laziest editor-in-chief of our school paper...being part of the school paper, i remember...hehehe...^^...i remember my friends walking up to him...hehehe ^^, pretending and asking him to pose for a picture for that term's issue. his picture never came out of the paper because they took it for me. heheheh. what was he thinking?! where exactly did he think we'd use his pic? editorial page? news? feature?! stupid guy. ^^ but i swear i didnt force my friends to do it..they did it in their own free will. i have very supportive friends. ^^
*sigh* nothing really. im just remembering the boy, and me...the girl that i used to be. incomplete of sisqo was his fave song. i still remember how he looked, how he always carry a handkerchief with him...and how he always have a girbaud bag..which was why, since then my wallet has always been girbaud...^^ i even know where he lives, and no i wasnt stalking him...it just so happened that he lives in the route my jeep is taking...^^ when papa and i pass by kamuning, i would ask him before to take ral's street...less traffic plus i might accidentally see him...^^
i remember him but i dont remember the feeling anymore. it was four years ago. amazing how time and distance can change people. :) i wonder how i will be four years from now.
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How to make a Falling Star |
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Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of sadness. Sprinkle a bit of craziness (it's not complete without that!). Serve chilled with a smile. And recently, i discovered that if you add a pinch of faith, it'll be a lot better. Yum!*Do not overindulge!* |
When i lost you, I was the one who loved you most, but between us you lost more. For someday I can love someone the way that i loved you but you will never be loved again the way that i did...
everything happens for a reason, nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. illness, injury, failures, love lost, memories of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of one's soul. without the small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved straight flat road to nowhere. it would be safe and comfortable but uttery pointless...
do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others, it is because we are different that each of us is special...
do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. by living your life, one day at a time, you live all the days of your life...
do not be afraid to encounter risks, it is by taking risks that we learn how to be brave...
do not run through life so fast that you forget, not only where you have been, but also where you are going...
Humankind get bored with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again...
We cannot make anyone love us. All we can do is let ourselves be loved.
"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive." - Eleonora Duse
"This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends." - Euripedes
"Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark." - George Iles
The hardest thing to do is to watch someone you love, love someone else.
Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then its not the end.
Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.
Men are not worthy of precious tears, they just make us look terrible...
Its amazing the things you realize when you lose someone; you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for grantd the days doing nothing when you could have been with them. anyone can be taken at anytime in our lives, but we always wait until theyre gone to say the things we never had the courage to before
Watching you walk out of my life hasn't made me bitter or cynical about love, but rather, it has shown me that if i wanted so badly to be with the wrong person, how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along...
in the movie "in the mood for love," if someone had a secret they didnt want to share, they go up to a mountain, find a tree, carve a hole in it and whisper the secret into the hole...then they cover it with mud, leaving the secret there forever...
this is my hole...