tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346184692024-03-21T08:33:09.617-07:00random thoughtsHere you'll find everything and anything that my heart beats for. Mostly, the writings in here are about love, life, passion, music, family, and wisdom.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-73813797327013096422010-09-10T00:56:00.000-07:002010-09-10T01:00:17.611-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"></span></span><br />
<h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" style="color: #1c2a47; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">An Open Letter (21-01.2010)</h2><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I cannot comprehend</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">This thing that we can’t mend</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Too many things left unsaid</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Sweet stuff, nonexistent</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Conversation went on and on</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">About you and me and slideshows</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And birthdays and phone calls, nothing’s sure</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Except the fact that I told you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I cannot comprehend</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">This thing that we can’t bend</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Too many people to get hurt</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I, for one, am broken and stressed</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You said “let’s be honest”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">“For once,” you even added</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And I thought you’d live up</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">To the expectations we’ve set</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">But then you just stuttered</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Babbled and rambled on</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Issues we’ve dusted</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">A long time ago and decided</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">They were over and pretended</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">To make it all sound okay</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">When we know full well</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">It will never be the same again</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">How can it be when you’ve lied to me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And then that night you didn’t even say sorry</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You said you care but you lie and you dare</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And you hurt me big time</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And you asked me questions I didn’t like</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And then you think I can take in</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Everything you’ve done… Unreal…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">In the end, I’m not gonna say</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I cannot be put to blame</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Because I know at some point</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I had shortcomings</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I had some misgivings</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Especially the part</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">When I loved you too much</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And I wasn’t so sure</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">If you are man enough</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And I just let it all go</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And I didn’t tell you so</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">But then I thought you should have known</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">After all we were together so long</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I don’t really know now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">How it will be</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">If you and I will still meet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I had so many plans</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I painted too many pictures</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Happy ones</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">But then this happened</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And they’re all gone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">My doctor told me to wear glasses all the time</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I think she’s right, I thought my eyes are not all that bad</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And then I realize we sometimes think all is fine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Without glasses they seem alright</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">But then we wear glasses, and we realize</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">There are still better things for us to see</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">We are just too busy with what we think should be</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I just need us to figure out</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">What we really want from us</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I already told you my side</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">You tried to say your bit</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">But then you backed away and tried to hide</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Well, I must say I’ve done my part</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I told you enough, I showed you enough</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">It’s either this is it, or you will step up…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">At the end of the day</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">My stand remains the same</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Just be true to yourself</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Do what you feel is right</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">Be happy without sacrificing too much</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">I can sacrifice you for you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">And I now give you permission</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;">To sacrifice me for me and you…</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>From my Facebook Notes Page</i></span></span>chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-29400972565419021332010-09-10T00:51:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:54:15.515-07:00Tungkol sa tunay na pag-ibig (About true love)<br />
by Chloe Nina Ballesteros on Monday, August 30, 2010 at 11:14pm<br />
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Isang araw, nakakwentuhan ko sa wall ko ang mga tao tungkol sa tunay na pag-ibig...<br />
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Di lahat ng nakikita, totoo at di lahat ng di nakikita, di totoo. Tingnan mo, di mo nakikitang mahal kita, pero totoo 'yun!<br />
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Bakit ba minsan sinasabi ng mga tao na mali ang magmahal, e wala namang mali doon, mali lang siguro kung oobligahin mo 'yung taong mahal mo na mahalin ka rin. Ang sarap kaya ng nagmamahal! It's the thing that makes us all human!<br />
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'Di naman kailangan na palaging ipagsigawan ang pagmamahal. There's beauty in silence, in a muted love affair. 'Yung kayo lang. Pasasaan ba, kung true love 'yan, eventually, you both will be set free. There's always a way, basta tamang timing lang...<br />
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Hindi ba 'yung totoong pagibig ay malaya. Unconditional. The kind that makes us do everything we can for them without asking anything in return. 'Yung mapabuti lang sila, ayos na. 'Yung masaya lang sila, ayos na. May kilala akong ganon, and their love lasted forever... =) My Lola Puring and Lolo Chung. =)<br />
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Ang tunay na pag-ibig ay dalisay, malaya, at maganda. Kung dahil kamo sa 'yong nararamdama'y sumasama ang 'yong ugali, magnilay-nilay. 'Di na 'yan matatawag na pag-ibig...<br />
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<i>True love is pure, free and beautiful. If what you feel is turning you into a monster, think about it. That can't be love...</i><br />
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--- ganda talaga ng Tagalog<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">From my Facebook Notes Page</span></i>chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-70604994150537047672010-09-10T00:36:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:37:20.522-07:00Friday, February 06, 2009 <br />
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Thank you for everything. I will never forget you nor all those times we spent together. The good times, and the not-so-good ones. I am forever grateful to you for teaching me how to love. I'm sorry if I had been difficult at times. I'm sorry if I tried so hard to figure out what we were and so I ended up bugging you and wasting a lot of potential great times.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-70764591180557320872010-09-10T00:34:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:34:52.217-07:00(2/5/09)<br />
And so it happens...<br />
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So love evolves. It's good to have finally realized this. At least, finally I'm done feeling stuck in a situation that left me wanting for more. I have finally accepted the fact that sometimes things are just the way they are. I've gone from loving and wanting to be loved in return, to loving and wanting to be exclusively loved, to loving and wanting to be loved the same way I love, and finally to loving without wanting anything in return except for that person to be happy. And this time, I mean it. I am now ready to let go and be happy myself. And I wish nothing for him but to feel that feeling of unconditional love that I felt for him and to receive it from the same person that he'll feel this way for.<br />
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I know it's been a long time since I've updated my blog. A lot of things happened from the time I last posted an article. Good things, bad. Heartaches, love. Friendships. Coming and going. But, most importantly, I have come to terms with myself.<br />
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So happiness is really not something that you get from someone else. I finally get this. Happiness is a state of being that only you can make happen for yourself. I am determined to find this.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-74127814317361125212009-10-29T04:09:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:15:10.591-07:00<strong>The Girl Who Always Stalled</strong><br />
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The girl I will tell you about<br />
Is Mariana <em>Mamaya na</em>.<br />
She has to stall and take her time,<br />
When mum asks her to clean her grime.<br />
She loves to play and chitty chat, <br />
Won’t brush her teeth or take a bath.<br />
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“Mariana, come!” her mum would shout.<br />
Bad Girl just turns her back around.<br />
“Mariana, fix your bed right now.”<br />
“Later mum! I’m busy (frown)!”<br />
This is the daily scene<br />
In the house where Mariana and Mum live in.<br />
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And then one day Mariana learned<br />
Her lesson in a hard way.<br />
She got her class card with failing marks,<br />
Worried about how mum would react.<br />
She stayed in the garden for a while, <br />
Waited for Courage to come by.<br />
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Looking at her card she thought,<br />
“How will I make this work?”<br />
And then to her surprise and awe<br />
Her marks came to life and talked!<br />
“Hello Mariana,” 75 said.<br />
“I’m sure you are scared to death,” <br />
“You got low grades because, you know,”<br />
“You didn’t study after all.”<br />
<br />
Mariana got confused and scared,<br />
So she screamed and then she fled.<br />
On to the house she went,<br />
Locked the door and climbed the stairs.<br />
She then thought she needed a bath,<br />
But then too bad the faucet cried!<br />
“There is no water for you, I’m sorry,”<br />
“Isn’t it that taking baths make you feel itchy?”<br />
“Why are you in such a hurry,”<br />
“To get rid of the grime on your body?”<br />
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“Ahhhh!” Mariana cried.<br />
She couldn’t understand her plight.<br />
She ran to the kitchen and got some soup.<br />
It was all too much she needed to scoop.<br />
But then as she put the spoon to her mouth,<br />
The spoon wiggled and tugged with all it’s might.<br />
“No! No! No food for you!”<br />
“You have always ignored me, no food for you!”<br />
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Shocked and bafffled Mariana ran, <br />
In her bedroom she ended up all wan. <br />
“This is all impossible!”<br />
“Spoons don’t talk and numbers don’t walk!”<br />
She then thought it’s just a dream,<br />
And to her bed she tried to un-dream.<br />
Her bed then laughed outloud and jumped up,<br />
And said, “No, Mariana! Enjoy the fun!”<br />
“Why sleep when you have always wanted to play?”<br />
“Isn’t it that you hate to sleep so early in the day?”<br />
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As if by magic, the faucet and the spoon,<br />
Together with the numbers, were now in the room!<br />
They were all laughing and jeering and sneering,<br />
Poor Mariana couldn’t hide, couldn’t scream.<br />
They were all around her now pushing and pulling,<br />
She tried to fight them but her arms turned to pudding.<br />
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It was when she felt really scared and perplexed,<br />
That a nut hit her head and thought she was going berserk.<br />
So she looked up and everything then disappeared!<br />
Poof! She was back in the garden under a tree...<br />
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Whew!it was just a curious dream!<br />
But Mariana knew better now about things.<br />
She would tell mum that she failed and learn from her mistakes.<br />
And would promise not to stall ever again!<br />
She’d promise to study and get homework ready,<br />
Before she’d watch TV or play with her Barbie.<br />
She’d promise to brush her teeth and shower,<br />
After a bag of jelly beans and a game of Chinese garter.<br />
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What Mariana didn’t know,<br />
Is that the numbers smiled and winked,<br />
“The curious dream worked!<br />
The girl who loved to stall, won’t be a brat anymore!”chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-57236966822419525122009-10-29T03:51:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:15:10.591-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyI0TaOh21Lols637xL9zJ3eFPQOeHTUcqrN-sSeSoKGr-kN2Bwiacy9wWN-WtIgiIzyre3hf44ukTtT2cH1kMxen9Wi971BiEb9kL9NpInpt0LRhrqk7WrOQnW58150znNVW/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSyI0TaOh21Lols637xL9zJ3eFPQOeHTUcqrN-sSeSoKGr-kN2Bwiacy9wWN-WtIgiIzyre3hf44ukTtT2cH1kMxen9Wi971BiEb9kL9NpInpt0LRhrqk7WrOQnW58150znNVW/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397977233863907794" /></a><br />
<strong>Toto</strong><br />
<br />
What could he be thinking now...<br />
Swordfights, princesses, pirates, flying bikes,<br />
He is here with us but his eyes are blank,<br />
Maybe he is thinking of big fish tanks.<br />
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He’s neither happy nor sad,<br />
I wonder if he is in Fairyland,<br />
I envy him so much sometimes,<br />
He gets to travel and have so much fun.<br />
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I like sitting with him all day,<br />
I like the silence, I like the game.<br />
Elves, pixies, castles, and goblins,<br />
Magic, mystery, witchcraft, bravery.<br />
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There are times, like now, you see,<br />
When he turns and looks at me.<br />
He would smile and hold my hand,<br />
As if he’s saying he’s glad that I’m around.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-78287559929393297892009-10-29T03:48:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:15:10.592-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAH40rHsGiCtM05PPCX6Yuc4Mk6JC5A0cL86Z-9YeBTnz9PqKf233NyFT0Z8P-h-Txpg94hksoY-418NgCKtVPSBzLU5nhut4E_omWpKToRCAScjYKn38bLLdT1DdcAWmmDmf/s1600-h/untitled4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAH40rHsGiCtM05PPCX6Yuc4Mk6JC5A0cL86Z-9YeBTnz9PqKf233NyFT0Z8P-h-Txpg94hksoY-418NgCKtVPSBzLU5nhut4E_omWpKToRCAScjYKn38bLLdT1DdcAWmmDmf/s320/untitled4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397972526992739826" /></a><br /><strong>Mama</strong><br /><br />Mama loves me very much!<br />She always prepares my lunch,<br />My dress is always clean and white,<br />Because mama makes sure of that.<br /><br />Mama loves me very much!<br />She strokes my hair and gives me baths.<br />I love the way she sings to me,<br />The lullaby that is heavenly.<br /><br />Mama loves me very much! <br />Her hugs and kisses dry my eyes.<br />When she cooks I always watch, <br />I learn from her and get a prize.<br /><br />I love my mama very much.<br />I hope she really loves me back.<br />Because every time I wake up --<br />My mama disappears with the night.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-85377079478982605862009-10-29T03:31:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:15:10.592-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiPq2XEccFa1wVMfcm8NLBn_llGrBkXw1hsjJlaiSDoeXFWv1PG0Q78svJGtD7AuGVSljJLYyl_rQT3Uug9dOFAsQtPKREhxFSwFst7HCJ9bNL2xJ3rC-sq-A1QhPafXo1bih/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLiPq2XEccFa1wVMfcm8NLBn_llGrBkXw1hsjJlaiSDoeXFWv1PG0Q78svJGtD7AuGVSljJLYyl_rQT3Uug9dOFAsQtPKREhxFSwFst7HCJ9bNL2xJ3rC-sq-A1QhPafXo1bih/s320/untitled3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397969790239956610" /></a><br /><strong>Ondoy</strong><br /><br />Rain, rain, go away!<br />Come again another day!<br />I really don’t want to play!<br />Please rain, go away!<br /><br />Please, please take away,<br />The cold and hunger I cannot bear.<br />My knees are buckling,<br />My throat is dry,<br />Hurry, hurry I might die!<br /><br />If I was really very bad,<br />Please know I understand.<br />Just save my sister, she’s inside,<br />Her room is locked ,<br />Water’s rising fast!<br /><br />I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done.<br />I was the one who ate the candy bar.<br />Mommy, it was I who locked<br />Little Tanya in the dark.<br /><br />Rain, rain, go away!<br />I really don’t want to play!<br />Some jokes are bad, I know that now!<br />Save my sister, please dear God!chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-20200666753937107002009-10-29T03:22:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:15:10.593-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7R2c34UVMXFyvnRb5dCqqpPqBvbYukicY-Aie4EzaMcG0rHnucKNaOooXFwevJUNT2SgWkCGw57xDEdC212-R0hm0ulEy-WVJNlSsiHUaOUcrO1vAnAjaApn4Bl2BDOl5rJ-/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7R2c34UVMXFyvnRb5dCqqpPqBvbYukicY-Aie4EzaMcG0rHnucKNaOooXFwevJUNT2SgWkCGw57xDEdC212-R0hm0ulEy-WVJNlSsiHUaOUcrO1vAnAjaApn4Bl2BDOl5rJ-/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397971570490008354" /></a><br /><strong>The Kid in the Cordilleras</strong><br /><br />Walking, walking<br />Mud on feet <br />Dirty old slippers<br />Swish swoosh swish<br /><br />Water from the river<br />Wet tired feet<br />Cuts and blisters<br />Happy little feet<br /><br />Skipping, skipping<br />Rocks and stones<br />Rubber slippers<br />Stuck! Now it broke!<br /><br />Little hands try<br />Little hands try<br />To fix dirty old slippers<br />Eyes up to the sky<br /><br />Slowly, slowly<br />Swish swoosh swish<br />Water from the river<br />Careful little feet<br /><br />Wobble, wobble<br />Don’t burst the bubble<br />No need to rush<br />Careful of the rubble<br /><br />Hurray little feet! <br />School is behind the trees!<br />More dirty old slippers<br />On happy little feet!chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-48073383573643641222009-10-26T23:54:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:41:56.402-07:00HALIK <br /><em>Aegis</em><br /><br />Interestingly, one of my colleagues who's a Nepali is taken by the song Halik and asked a favor to have the song translated in English... I was not so busy at that time so I thought, why not? Turned out that the song is poetic even in the English language... <br /><br /><br /><strong>THE REQUEST</strong><br />Hi all,<br /><br />I have a task 4 u all.. n I also this is my humble request to all of u.. can u plz translate Halik song In English. If u got time then, only….<br /><br />I had attached Original Lyrics which is in Tagalog.<br /><br />Salamat Sa Iyo..<br /><br /><br /><strong>THE SONG</strong><br />I hope that you won’t have to go<br />My world then will be destroyed <br />But what can I do<br />If you don’t want this anymore<br />Who am I to keep you from leaving me alone?<br /><br />When you go you will leave behind<br />Traces of our love<br />This song is a reminder<br />That I will never forget you<br />Because you are the only one in my world,<br />in my heart, in my life<br /><br />I miss your kiss<br />I miss your kiss <br />Why did you have to leave me?<br /><br />It hurts, oh baby<br />Every time I see you...<br />I can’t help but get jealous baby<br />Whenever I see you with someone else<br />Because you are the only one in my world, <br />in my heart, in my life...<br /><br />I miss your kiss<br />I miss your kiss<br />Why did you have to leave me?<br /><br />I hope that you won’t have to go <br />My world then will be destroyed<br />But what can I do<br />If you don’t want this anymore<br />Who am I to keep you from leaving me alone?<br /><br />I miss your kiss<br />I miss your kiss<br />Why did you have to leave me?<br /><br />I miss your kiss<br />Why did you leave me?<br /><br />I miss your kiss<br />Why did you leave me?<br /><br /><em>Thanks Chloe!! Can u imagine the feeling he/she got.. its so touching. Thts y I like this song so much.. yesterday I only know da body of the song.. bt now by ur help I got da soul too.. thank u again.. <br />Thank you in nepali “DHANYABAD”.. n in Tagalog Salamat sa Iyo.. Tkcr.. bye</em>chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-87094536208268380882009-09-02T23:23:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:16:59.290-07:00Accent and Effective Communication<br />Chloe Nina Ballesteros<br /><br />No matter how good we are at what we do in this customer service oriented trade, nothing will come out of our efforts if we cannot communicate effectively. Like it or not, all of us must know how to communicate in English. English is the language that is universally understood in the field that we are in. In this multi-cultural community, it is inevitable to encounter customers, colleagues, bosses, and clients who do not share our native tongue, thus, English will connect the dots. <br /><br />For reasons that are deeply rooted in culture and norms, a lot of us are hesitant to speak in English in the workplace. It must be realised that communicating effectively in English doesn’t rely on accent. We can convey our messages effectively regardless of whether our regional accent is obvious or not. Our aim should be that we ‘reduce’ our accent a little bit so as not to confuse. It is not necessary that we immitate a certain accent of English (American or British accents, for instance) to be considered effective. A French classical author once said that “the accent of one’s birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as well as in one’s speech.” In learning English as a second language, therefore, one must focus more on learning how to put words together correctly and how to pronounce individual sounds and put them together, than focus on how to sound like a native speaker, because the latter is not possible unless the learner exposes him/herself in the culture of that native speaker for an indeterminable length of time. <br /><br />Our accents may give away our birthplace but this should not be a hindrance for us to try and learn how to communicate in English following grammar rules and correct pronunciation. English can be learned. At the moment, we may be speaking and writing it with a couple of grammatical and pronunciation errors here and there, but at the end of the day it’s better than telling people that we can’t speak nor write in the language. Isn’t it frustrating to tell someone that you can’t help not because you don’t know how but because you can’t find words to explain yourself? Through constant practice and continuous learning, we will all get there eventually. We will all be competent communicators in English if only we open our minds and begin the learning process no later than NOW. How? Speaking only in English in the workplace is one small step that we can all take that will allow us to practice conversing in English. Another way is to expose ourselves more to English reading materials and TV programmes like CNN and BBC. If there is a chance, it will also help to attend courses that teach English as a second language. English is no more intimidating to learn than our own native languages. Besides, the aim of our use of English is to be understood and to be more effective in our respective designations, and not to sound posh or grand.<br /><br /><br />In conclusion, it is best to quote the African writer, Chinua Achebe in one of his interviews:<br /><br /><em>So my answer to the question: Can an African ever learn English well enough to be able to use it effectively in creative writing? Is certainly yes. If on the other hand you ask: Can he ever learn to use it as a native speaker? I should say. I hope not. It is neither necessary nor desirable for him to be able to do so. The price a world language must be prepared to pay is submission to many different kinds of use. The African writer should aim to use English in a way that brings out his message best without altering the language to the extent that its value as a medium of international exchange will be lost. He should aim at fashioning out an English which is at once universal and able to carry out his peculiar experience.</em>chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-61070559375294043762009-08-30T23:40:00.001-07:002010-09-10T00:37:55.029-07:00comment to my lil sis’ blog<br />August 25th, 2009 by wingardium <br />on 26 Aug 2009 at 2:21 am<br />1<br /> Ate<br />Be love lessons from ate:<br /><br />1. Never let him be your boss, your only boss should be yourself.<br />2. Never put your life on hold just because you’re waiting for him to grow up.<br />3. A respectable man will always want to be with a woman who will never let anybody, including himself, walk all over her. If he’s being a jerk, put him in his place gracefully.<br />4. Action speaks better than words. Don’t say you’ve moved on. Show it through actions. If you feel you were disrespected, don’t nag, just walk away.<br />5. Never lose your rhythm in life be. I mean, never let go of things you’ve always loved in the first place, like friends, hobbies, routines, just so you can accommodate him. If you do this, you’ll create a void in your life and then you will become needy and expect him to fill in the void.<br />6. Regret is a waste of time, so never start anything that you know from the very beginning is doomed to be a disaster.<br />7. Give only what is reciprocated. Never give your all if you feel you’re just given very little.<br />8. Don’t be “too nice” because you’ll be taken for granted.<br />9. The only person that you should believe in is yourself. You will feel it if you are being treated badly. If you feel so, don’t try to make excuses for him. You just walk away with your head held high.<br />10. You deserve nothing but the best, so if you are given anything less than the best, don’t settle.<br /><br />Di to galing sa quotes or texts. Lahat to be based on experience kaya believe me, okay?<br /><br />love you lil sis!chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-2597852904764143272009-08-30T23:39:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:21:56.482-07:00I choose to be a teacher no matter what they say because…<br />July 8th, 2009 by wingardium <br /> <br /><br />1. Through teaching, I learn.<br /><br />2. I get to meet a lot of interesting people.<br /><br />3. I get to share whatever knowledge and skill I have.<br /><br />4. I love seeing people maximise their potentials.<br /><br />5. There are no words to explain the fulfillment that I get when I see my students/trainees improve and become better.<br /><br />6. I’m happy to know that when my multinational trainees are in my class, there are no race issues, everyone is helping everyone else, and cultural diversity is no hindrance to make friends.<br /><br />7. When my students/trainees become successful in their respective careers, they never fail to let me know about their achievements. I feel that their successes are mine too.<br /><br />8. I feel so good when I know through the look on my students/trainees’ faces that they have realised the value of continuous learning no matter how old they already are.<br /><br />9. I want to help people know that there is no end to self-improvement and self-discovery.<br /><br />10. I want my students/trainees know that they can always be better than what they already are and that it’s never too late to be the best that they can be.<br /><br />11. I get to understand different cultures and ways of life.<br /><br />12. I get to travel.<br /><br />13. I like the ambiance of a classroom whether it is in the school setting or company setting. There is something about a classroom that relaxes me. I feel that it’s my niche.<br /><br />14. Teaching keeps me young at heart and upbeat.<br /><br />15. I know that when I become old and gray, I will be happy to look back at my younger years and smile because I did what I had to do.<br /><br />16. I love to read and talk about what I have read.<br /><br />17. In a classroom everyone tries his/er best to say and do things that make sense and so you hear the best opinions and ideals in a classroom.<br /><br />18. Creative juices flow in classes.<br /><br />19. I learn about life through teaching.<br /><br />20. I want to be remembered as someone who did something to encourage learning.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-71391908725504405392009-03-18T06:22:00.000-07:002011-01-20T21:40:16.456-08:00(2/25/09)<br />
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I'll be gone for a little while (sticky note messages)<br />
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Better and safer to leave in the morning, not tonight. Get up at 5am and not a minute later. Believe me; you’ll make it to the office on time.<br />
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I know they’re your favorite pair but they need a date with the machine, you’ll look equally dashing in the others, trust me.<br />
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You’re not fat. You’re fine the way you are. I don’t mean you should gain more weight though, okay?<br />
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Grow your collection of memories. The little printouts are okay.<br />
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Comma first before the close quotation mark<br />
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Take the carpet to the cleaners, one of these days.<br />
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Don’t let them get used to you doing everything in the office. It’s okay to speak out sometimes. Just be tactful.<br />
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It’s not girly to get a facial once in a while. Don’t forget to get yours, okay?<br />
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When there’s a chance, grow a beard and a mustache. Hehe…<br />
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No, you’re not always right but I’m always on your side. I don’t mind losing with you.<br />
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It won’t kill you if you say ‘sorry’. Say it when you know you should.<br />
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It’s nice that you wash the dishes and refill the water containers when no one asks you to. Keep this up.<br />
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Thank you for eating whatever I cook even if they taste bad sometimes.<br />
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Don’t be scared to hold them. I’m sure they enjoy the playtimes with you. Make them laugh. Be part of their lives. Teach them when you can. Protect them. They are your princesses for now.<br />
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I’m sorry I read your messages and watched that video.<br />
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I won’t take it against you if we lost touch.<br />
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I’ll miss you big time!<br />
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Take care of yourself…chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-27865149352931418032009-03-18T06:21:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:18:53.779-07:00(2/25/09)<br /><br />Once and for all<br /><br />I’ll do what I got to do<br /><br />Fly to that foreign land<br /><br />Seize the opportunity<br /><br />Fulfill that dream of a better life<br /><br />It’s true, what they say<br /><br />Not all desires are rational<br /><br />I’ll do what I got to do<br /><br />What I want will have to wait<br /><br />I have, however, come to terms<br /><br />With Reality, It’s never set<br /><br />Things happen, people forget<br /><br />Some love cannot wait<br /><br />Before Time casts its spell<br /><br />Once and for all, I’d like to say<br /><br />Don’t wait, but know that<br /><br />Forget, I will neverchloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-45223301893413356692009-03-18T06:20:00.001-07:002010-09-10T00:27:13.254-07:00(2/5/09)<br />And so it happens...<br /><br />So love evolves. It's good to have finally realized this. At least, finally I'm done feeling stuck in a situation that left me wanting for more. I have finally accepted the fact that sometimes things are just the way they are. I've gone from loving and wanting to be loved in return, to loving and wanting to be exclusively loved, to loving and wanting to be loved the same way I love, and finally to loving without wanting anything in return except for that person to be happy. And this time, I mean it. I am now ready to let go and be happy myself. And I wish nothing for him but to feel that feeling of unconditional love that I felt for him and to receive it from the same person that he'll feel this way for.<br /><br />I know it's been a long time since I've updated my blog. A lot of things happened from the time I last posted an article. Good things, bad. Heartaches, love. Friendships. Coming and going. But, most importantly, I have come to terms with myself.<br /><br />So happiness is really not something that you get from someone else. I finally get this. Happiness is a state of being that only you can make happen for yourself. I am determined to find this.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-75333897434981478282007-08-29T00:06:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:42:47.975-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">"Tonight I Can Write" -- Pablo Neruda<br />Isinalin sa Wikang Tagalog ni Chloe Nina L. Ballesteros</span><br /><br /><br />Maisusulat Ko Ngayong Gabi<br /><br /><br />Ngayong gabi'y maisusulat ko, taludtod ng luha't hinagpis<br /><br />Tulad ng, "Ang gabi'y natatanglawan ng mga bituing nangungulila, nilalamig; Hinahaplos ng hanging malumanay, umaawit."<br /><br />Ngayong gabi'y maisusulat ko, taludtod ng hapis at lungkot<br />Wagas ko siyang inibig, may minsang inibig din niya ako<br /><br />Sa mga gabing tulad nito yakap ko siya't hinahagkan.<br />Niyayakap, hinahagkan, paulit-ulit...<br />Sa lilim ng itim na kumot na wari'y walang dulo,<br />Walang katapusan<br /><br />Wagas niya akong inibig, may minsang inibig ko rin siya.<br />Paanong hindi ka matatangay ng alon ng kanyang mga mata.<br /><br />Ngayong gabi'y maisusulat ko, taludtod ng walang pagsidlang kalungkutan.<br />Isiping wala siya sa'king piling. Damhin na kailanma'y 'di na magbabalik.<br /><br />Dingging ang ulilang gabi, na higit pang binalot ng kahungkagan nang siya'y lumisan.<br />At ang dula ng taludtod ay maglalandas sa kaluluwa tulad ng hamog sa damuhan.<br /><br />Anong halaga ng limiing hindi siya mapanitili ng aking pag-ibig.<br />Ang gabi'y puno ng tala't bituin samantalang wala siya sa aking piling.<br /><br />Wakas. Tangay ng hangin ang himig mula sa malayo. Sa dako palayo.<br />Bahagi ng aking kaluluwa'y dinuyan ng hangin kasabay ng kanyang paglisan.<br /><br />Sinubukan siyang hanapin ng aking mga mata tila upang akayin siya palapit.<br />Kinapa siya ng aking puso at wala siya sa aking piling.<br /><br />Ang kakahuyan ay nakakanlaong sa bisig ng gabi.<br />Walang nagbago.<br />Kami, nang mga panahong iyon ay 'di na tulad ng nakaraan.<br />Pawang mga estranghero sa isa't isa.<br /><br />Ang aking pag-ibig ay nagmaliw, iyan ay tiyak, subalit labis ko siyang minahal.<br />Sinubukang sumpungin ng aking tinig ang hanging dadama sa kanyang pandinig.<br /><br />Wakas. Siya ay magiging pag-aari ng iba. Tulad noong bago ko siya mahagkan.<br />Ang kanyang tinig, ang kanyang katawan. Ang kanyang nangungusap na mata.<br /><br />Ang aking pag-ibig ay nagmaliw, iyan ay tiyak, subalit maaaring mahal ko siya.<br />Napakadaling magliyab ng pag-ibig, napakatagal humupa ng usok na kaakibat ng limot.<br /><br />Sapagkat sa mga gabing tulad nito ay yakap ko siya't hinahagkan<br />Kaluluwa ko'y nangulila mula nang siya'y mawala.<br /><br />Kahit ito na ang huling sakit at dusang kanyang ipadarama.<br />At ang mga ito ang huling taludtod na isusulat ko para sa kanya.chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-25503467158803968442007-08-25T15:56:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:25:41.374-07:00My Favorite John Lennon and Paul McCartney Songs<br /><br />Woman<br />John Lennon <br />(For the other half of the sky) <br /><br />Woman I can hardly express<br />My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness<br />After all I'm forever in your debt<br />And woman I will try to express<br />My inner feelings and thankfulness<br />For showing me the meaning of success <br /><br />Ooh, well, well<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Ooh, well, well<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo <br /><br />Woman I know you understand<br />The little child inside of the man<br />Please remember my life is in your hands<br />And woman hold me close to your heart<br />However distant don't keep us apart<br />After all it is written in the stars <br /><br />Ooh, well, well<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Ooh, well, well<br />Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo<br />Well <br /><br />Woman please let me explain<br />I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain<br />So let me tell you again and again and again <br /><br />I love you, yeah, yeah<br />Now and forever<br />I love you, yeah, yeah<br />Now and forever<br />I love you, yeah, yeah<br />Now and forever<br />I love you, yeah, yeah <br />***************************************************<br /><br />My Love<br />Paul McCartney<br /><br />And when I go away<br />I know my heart can stay with my love , its understood<br />Its in the hands of my love , and my love does it good<br />Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo , my love does it good<br /><br />And when the cupboards bare<br />Ill still find something there with my love<br />Its understood , its everywhere with my love<br />And my love does it good<br /><br />Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo , my love does it good<br /><br />Oh I love oh wo......my love<br />Only my love holds the other key to me<br />Oh....my love oh...my love<br />Only my love does it good to me<br /><br />(solo)<br /><br />Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo , my love does it good<br /><br />Dont ever ask me why , I never say goodbye to my love<br />Its understood , its everywhere with my love<br />And my love does it good<br /><br />Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo , my love does it good<br /><br />Oh I love oh wo......my love<br />Only my love does it good to me<br />Woooooooooooooh<br />***************************************************<br /><br />No More Lonely Nights<br />Paul McCartney<br /><br />I can wait another day until I call you<br />You've only got my heart on a string<br />And everything's a'flutter<br />But another lonely night might take forever<br />We've only got each other to blame<br />It's all the same to me love<br />'Cause I know what I feel to be right<br />No more lonely nights<br />No more lonely nights<br />You're my guiding light<br />Day and night I'm always there<br />May I never miss the thrill of being near you<br />And if it takes a couple of years<br />To turn your tears to laughter<br />I will do what I feel to be right<br />No more lonely nights (never be another)<br />No more lonely nights<br />You're my guiding light<br />Day and night I'm always there<br />And I won't go away until you tell me so<br />No, I'll never go away<br />Yes I know what I feel to be right<br />No more lonely nights (never be another)<br />No more lonely nights<br />You're my guiding light<br />Day and night I'm always there<br />And I won't go away until you tell me so<br />No, I'll never go away<br />And I won't go away until you tell me so<br />No, I'll never go away<br />No more lonely nightschloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-6280576391845333962007-08-25T15:37:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:38:32.336-07:00hello adrian. <br /><br />hope this is what you want. thanks for appreciating my writing and i'm honored to have written something that's going to be a part of your love story. ^^ <br /><br />love can really be painful beyond explanation, so frustrating people sometimes go crazy because of it, but the most mysterious about it (which will forever boggle my mind and which leads me to write about it) is the way love makes us do things so unselfish that we never thought we have the power to do. I will never be able to explain how it makes a person so unselfish at the expense of his/her own happiness. True love, that is. <br /><br />Good luck Al,<br />Chloe<br />*************************************************************<br /><br />goodbye <br />(for Adrian) <br /><br />it gets old... <br />all the waiting and the worrying<br />all the secret pain and the fake smiles<br />that say "i'm ok" when actually, <br />"i'm not -- <br />dying inside, in fact."<br /><br />don't say i gave up<br />too early, without a second glance<br />i did my share of "i'll stays"<br />a ton of "i understands"<br />the tears i haven't shed <br />all this time,can fill up a dam <br />i gave you all the chance<br />i gave you all the time <br />to figure yourself out<br /><br />i know i may be sorry<br />to leave you when i know<br />damn well that only you<br />can make me feel the way <br />i do... i know i may be sorry <br />i really do<br /><br />but then should i really<br />just look straight ahead<br />of this one-way street?<br />should i just keep on walking <br />the same way i have always been -- <br />towards you...always <br />without question <br /><br />i wonder: if i just gather<br />all the strength i still have <br />left, i may be in for something<br />better, something real<br />and i know -- when i don't meet <br />you in the eye --<br />this is the right thing to do <br />because I have so much love<br />to give, and sadly --<br />it shouldn't be for you<br /><br />at least, i had<br />learned to live and love<br />through you i've known<br />the greatest laughs and cries<br />i've had experienced <br />a great true love<br />only it has ended<br />no matter how i longed<br />for it to last<br /><br />i will miss you<br />that's certain<br />the tears i held back<br />may finally find release<br />sure, i will never forget<br />you,never will i forget all <br />the memories, never will<br />i regret the bliss <br /><br />you've been a part of me<br />all these years, tell me<br />how will i explain this<br />how can we not miss,<br />you've been more than<br />family, more than the best <br />there could ever be<br /><br />if only i can keep you <br />but then i know <br />that's an impossibility<br />not after what we've said <br />and done, no it may never be<br />but please take care<br />my love, and remember<br />words are but words<br />we may say, but never mean<br />listen to what my heart says<br />don't mind my thoughless <br />utterances<br /><br />find someone whose love <br />will top my love, find someone<br />worthy of what you got<br />that's the only love you deserve<br />love that is far greater,<br />far stronger that what i gave <br /><br />don't you worry <br />don't despair for me<br />because if i learned something<br />big in this affair,<br />that is: to love truly <br />you have to feel pain<br />to love truly doesn't mean<br />to cling, to love truly <br />is just to love and <br />love without fear of it's endchloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-22453030549944851362007-08-05T23:27:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:39:37.362-07:00To: "e******@yahoo.com" <br />Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 07:02:29 (GMT) <br />Subject: just read... <br /> <br />"Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I<br /> did not say so."<br /><br /> - David Graysonchloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-30584421319012106782007-08-05T23:26:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:39:37.363-07:00To: "e*****@yahoo.com" <br />Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2005 07:07:57 (GMT) <br />Subject: something to think about... <br /> <br />"To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our<br /> human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to<br /> find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the<br /> person one desires to be."<br /><br /> - Anna Louise Strongchloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-40613531533572451302007-08-01T17:41:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:23:39.285-07:00<strong>Here's the real deal</strong><br /><br />* Remember when we were in first year high school and you jokingly told Diane Fronda, who had a huge crush on you, that you were already courting me so she would stop bugging you? I actually wished that were true.<br /><br />* Remember when you told me through friendster, back in 04, that you wished you're the one I loved the way I loved Jay? At the back of my mind I thought, I loved you more in fact but I just kept on brushing off the feeling.<br /><br />* When we hosted Rubie Andrea's 18th birthday, I was so happy and proud to be doing it with you.<br /><br />* When you and Hans came over to my house on my birthday in 04 and you guys stayed until 3am and the 2 of us just talked and had this easy connection, I wished for that night not to end.<br /><br />* I made a big deal out of you coming to my 04 birthday straight from the Palarong Pambansa.<br /><br />* Remember when I came to see you at your old house because and I was so sad due to family problems and we talked while eating ice candy, i think that was back in 04, and our conversation shifted to how our friends had been making a big deal out of our closeness, and you went like "ano kaya totohanin na lang natin tutal naman yun ang palagi nilang iniisip," and I sad, "nah... that won't work". I actually regret saying that up to this day and I still think, what if...<br /><br />* I wrote you letters that I didn't have the guts to send you until Sherrie Ann took them away because she thought they were just making me pathetic.<br /><br />* I actually saved your text messages from 04 to 05 in a notebook which She also took away.<br /><br />* I continued to write down your text messages until early in 06, then I stopped because I began trying to stop my lunacy over you.<br /><br />* Sometimes I still itch to write down your messages.<br /><br />* I saved our Friendster conversations from March to April of 04 in my email.<br /><br />* I just did above yesterday.<br /><br />* I worry about you everyday despite the "i-don't-care" facade i put up. One text message from you a day makes me happy because it assures me you're far but still around. ^^<br /><br />* I always wonder what's the real deal between you and Jen.<br /><br />* I don't really care when you go out with girls, except when it's Jen. ^^<br /><br />* Remember when you asked me to come over to your house to show me your new V3x on December 30, 06 and you slept while I was checking out your phone and then all of a sudden I told you I had to leave and you wondered why, and I said I just had to (with a smile)? Well, I had my reasons... I went home so you won't see me burst into tears... I don't know I was so stupid to have believed you all those times when you said you're just friends with jen and you weren't seeing each other anymore. So when I saw pictures of you two in your phone taken on Christmas, I was shattered. I had no right to talk to you about that but it hurt a hell lot so I just left.<br /><br />* Yeah, my dear friends who've been with me and have loved me long before we became close hated you and I've tried, over a hundred times, to make them like you because I so wanted to be with you and not even them could change that.<br /><br />* Remember when we fought in 05 (I forgot the reason) and we didn't talk for a week then we had an "agate gathering" and so I had to see you there then later that night you asked me to come with you to the park just across your house and you said we needed to talk? Remember that time? Up to now it boggles me why we had to have that TALK. Everyone teased us because they were probably confused as well. Because WHY would we have to talk in private. Then when we were alone we talked about "us (not)". I wish I had just been honest with you and with myself then. Instead of telling you that I was fine and we could get back to the way we were, I wish I had the courage to just settle things with you once and for all that time. Hell, I shouldn't just have cared and just let things go the way they should. We should have settled things then. Because now, it's even harder to just let you go. I should have done it then. I shouldn't have let you talk me into "maintaining our friendship" despite my friends not liking you because we "are happy together just as things are". I shouldn't have let you made me hope that yeah, everything's gonna be ok. I shouldn't have. <br /><br />* Remember in Baguio, June 05, I lost my phone and cried my heart out. I partly cried for that but truth is, somewhere in the middle of that, I was already crying for you and not the phone. I was like being stabbed every moment I had to see you and Jen so close and looking wonderful together. Hans and Bernard knew about this and they were beside me all the time to make me feel good. I actually agreed to go to that trip because you insisted and convinced me to go not knowing it will be like hell. I didn't know Jen would come. When I knew, it was already too late to back out but if I 'd known earlier, I wouldn't have gone. I know Andeng would've understood. <br /><br />* About the "thing-that-must-not-be-named": ** I didn't allow it to happen just because of the "spur of the moment"; ** I acted nonchalant about it, but truth is, it's a big deal for me I just tried to deal with in in an "i'm-a-modern-woman" way, although I know I failed; ** every time it happens, I wonder what you're thinking; I can't imagine myself doing it with anyone else<br /><br />* I'm happy you tell me a lot of things about you than most people know but sometimes it really kills me when you talk about your women. I laugh, yeah, but truth is it hurts inside.<br /><br />* It boggles me why you don't tell me the real deal when you go out. I mean, I won't hold you back so why lie? Truth is, I learn about the DATES anyway. ^^<br /><br />* I will give my left arm to know the REAL reason why you went out with me at the start of this "friendship". You know, the Padi's Point days, the old movie marathon days, the "i miss you" messages. What's the real deal about all that?<br /><br />* I didn't really expect you to take me to MV Dulos. Was it really just your way to apologize? Actually, I wonder about that a lot especially after Hans told me that you'd been thinking of moving away from me but "I am the one who won't let it happen". <br /><br />*About that: could you please tell me when you actually felt that I was keeping you from moving away? If only you told me that straight then you would've gotten what you wanted.<br /><br />* I cried when Hans told me about that.<br /><br />* Truth is, I want to TALK to you. Really TALK but I'm afraid...<br /><br />* Truth is I love you so much I keep all these things and more inside of mechloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-80107888603340913652007-07-30T07:09:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:25:41.374-07:00SOURCE: SENDER OF THE "MEANTIME GIRL" EMAIL -- see "Meantime Girl" posted on 3/7/07<br /><br />To the “Meantime” girl,<br /><br />There are a lot of things that you have to know about how I think. I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I think you deserve the best any man could offer. I think you are the greatest woman any man could ever have. I think I’d be better off with you than with any one else. But you know what? I can’t say these things to you. I can’t lose you. I can’t allow my feelings to get in the way of “Us.”<br /><br />You know what? Those women that I go after, they’re not all great, we don’t share the same things that we share. You and I laugh at jokes that she doesn’t get. She doesn’t know everything about me (because I know if she does she would look for someone better). She doesn’t know what makes me cry, what makes me angry, and when I am angry, she cannot handle me as well as you do. She hates the way I drive, hates how I dress, and she absolutely hates it when I accidentally fart when I’m with her. But you can handle me, you can understand me. You love me in spite and despite my flaws and only a few lucky bums like me can have that. Those women may have the body, the face, the “sex appeal”, everything any woman would dream of, but there is one thing that they lack that is very important… substance. I like what I see, but it ends there. They cannot make me happy in real sense of the word. In fact, they do the complete opposite, they make me feel worse about myself every moment of my life, and that sucks.<br /><br />You think I don’t notice you? I do that’s why I spend time with you. You think you are not as attractive as the “beautiful” women are? Honestly, you are. But I cannot compromise what we have. I value you too much to lose you. You know how relationships hurt sometimes and I don’t want you to have that, especially from me. I’ve shared a whole lot of my life with you and I can’t afford to lose that.<br /><br />Well, all I want to say is that you’re no meantime girl… in fact I want you to be with me forever. I don’t know how to say it without losing you but maybe it’s the risk I have to take. You may be my best “girl-friend”, but you know what? You are the best girl for me.<br /><br />Your “Buddy”chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-14842215867332986802007-07-29T18:08:00.000-07:002010-09-10T00:23:39.286-07:00<em>Wow, how come I haven't thought of that? Yeah, what if the time comes when he finally finds someone real to spend the rest of his life with? What will happen to me all alone? What am I thinking? I'm not a robot. I will definitely be broken when the time comes. </em><br /><br />Kasi naman bakit ba di ako matauhan? Bakit ba pinipilit ko ang isang bagay na imposible namang mangyari? Ang kulit ko! Ang tigas ng ulo ko! 'Pag inuntog ko naman ang ulo ko sa pader ng makailang ulit, wala namang mangyayari bukod sa malamang na <em>brain damage </em>o kaya naman sakit ng ulo. Ayos lang sana kung kasabay ng pananakit ng katawan, matatauhan na ako at titigil na sa katangahang 'to. <br /><br />Sabi ng mga tao sa paligid ko, ako lang naman ang bobong nagpapahirap sa sarili ko. Pero 'pag pinapakiramdaman ko naman ang sarili ko, nararamdaman ko naman na masaya ako kapag kasama ko s'ya. So, <em>in fairness </em>naman sa Sarili ko, di naman ako masokista. Ginagawa ko lang 'yung ginagawa ko kasi <em>somehow </em>masaya din naman ako dun. 'Yun nga lang, pagkatapos mapapaisip ako. At 'yun na, nagsi-<em>sink in </em>na sa 'kin kung ga'no kamiserable 'tong sitwasyon ko.<br /><br />Dati, gusto ko sana magkahiwalay na lang kami ng landas. Dati ang naisip kong solusyon para matigil na 'ko ay 'yun nga sanang mag-<em>goodbye </em>na kami sa isa't isa, <em>as in </em>wala nang kahit anong <em>mode of communication</em>. Mahirap naman pala, kasi nga magkaibigan kami. <em>So</em>, 'di din nag-<em>work</em>. Mahirap sirain ang isang pagkakaibigan nang wala naman talagang kongkretong dahilan. Wala naman kaming maaamin na problema talaga. 'Di ko din naman kinayang komprontahin s'ya tungkol sa problemang ako lang naman ang nakakaramdam. Unfair naman na bigla na lang akong mang-iwan. Sa madaling sabi tuloy ang <em>weird </em>naming <em>friendship</em>.<br /><br />Mas naging komplikado na ngayon. Kasi naman ako, matigas ang ulo, <em>hopeless romantic</em>, <em>dreamer</em>. Ayan tuloy nasasaktan na 'ko ngayon. Akala ko hindi aabot sa ganito. Kasi naman, sino ba'ng niloloko ko? Natural masasaktan talaga ako <em>in the long run</em>. <em>So</em>, pa'no na 'ko ngayon?<br /><br />Alam ko naman na importante din ako sa kanya kahit paano. Sa ngayon nand'yan lang siya. Pero 'di naman palaging nand'yan lang s'ya. Mawawala din s'ya <em>eventually</em>. At ngayon ko lang 'to naiisip. Pa'no na ko pagdating ng <em>time </em>na 'yun?chloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34618469.post-69749440817155793892007-07-03T18:00:00.001-07:002010-09-10T00:25:14.593-07:00Favorite Poems by my Favorite Poets<br /><br />Sometimes with One I Love<br />by Walt Whitman<br /><br /><br />Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse<br />unreturn'd love,<br />But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one<br />way or another,<br />(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd,<br />Yet out of that I have written these songs.)<br /><br />*****<br /><br />I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You<br />by Pablo Neruda<br /><br /><br />I do not love you except because I love you;<br />I go from loving to not loving you,<br />From waiting to not waiting for you<br />My heart moves from cold to fire.<br /><br />I love you only because it's you the one I love;<br />I hate you deeply, and hating you<br />Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you<br />Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.<br /><br />Maybe January light will consume<br />My heart with its cruel<br />Ray, stealing my key to true calm.<br /><br />In this part of the story I am the one who<br />Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,<br />Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.<br /><br />*****<br /><br />If You Forget Me<br />by Pablo Neruda<br /><br /><br />I want you to know<br />one thing. <br /><br />You know how this is: <br />if I look <br />at the crystal moon, at the red branch <br />of the slow autumn at my window, <br />if I touch <br />near the fire <br />the impalpable ash <br />or the wrinkled body of the log, <br />everything carries me to you, <br />as if everything that exists, <br />aromas, light, metals, <br />were little boats <br />that sail <br />toward those isles of yours that wait for me. <br /><br />Well, now, <br />if little by little you stop loving me <br />I shall stop loving you little by little. <br /><br />If suddenly <br />you forget me <br />do not look for me, <br />for I shall already have forgotten you. <br /><br />If you think it long and mad, <br />the wind of banners <br />that passes through my life, <br />and you decide <br />to leave me at the shore <br />of the heart where I have roots, <br />remember <br />that on that day, <br />at that hour, <br />I shall lift my arms <br />and my roots will set off <br />to seek another land. <br /><br />But <br />if each day, <br />each hour, <br />you feel that you are destined for me <br />with implacable sweetness, <br />if each day a flower <br />climbs up to your lips to seek me, <br />ah my love, ah my own, <br />in me all that fire is repeated, <br />in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, <br />my love feeds on your love, beloved, <br />and as long as you live it will be in your arms <br />without leaving mine. <br /><br />*****<br /><br />Tonight I Can Write<br />by Pablo Neruda<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br /><br />Write, for example, "The night is starry<br />and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."<br /><br />The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br /><br />Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.<br />I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.<br /><br />She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.<br />How could one not have loved her great still eyes.<br /><br />Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.<br /><br />To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.<br />And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.<br /><br />What does it matter that my love could not keep her.<br />The night is starry and she is not with me.<br /><br />This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.<br />My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br /><br />My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.<br />My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.<br /><br />The same night whitening the same trees.<br />We, of that time, are no longer the same.<br /><br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.<br />My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.<br /><br />Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.<br />Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.<br /><br />I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.<br />Love is so short, forgetting is so long.<br /><br />Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms<br />my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br /><br />Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer<br />and these the last verses that I write for her.<br /><br />*****<br /><br />somewhere i have never travelled <br />by e.e. cummings<br /><br /><br />somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond<br />any experience, your eyes have their silence:<br />in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<br />or which i cannot touch because they are too near<br /><br />your slightest look easily will unclose me<br />though i have closed myself as fingers,<br />you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<br />(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose<br /><br />or if your wish be to close me, i and<br />my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,<br />as when the heart of this flower imagines<br />the snow carefully everywhere descending;<br /><br />nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<br />the power of your intense fragility: whose texture<br />compels me with the colour of its countries,<br />rendering death and forever with each breathing<br /><br />(i do not know what it is about you that closes<br />and opens; only something in me understands<br />the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<br />nobody, not even the rain, has such small handschloehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11163553898956824885noreply@blogger.com0