Kung haplos ng kamay
Pitik ng daliri
Wagayway ng buhok
Hindi malabo
Ikaw ay chicksilog
Sa kinang ng damit
pagkabusog ng dibdib
Nagliliitang palda
Hindi halata naging miss gay ka.
kapal ng pintura
Talo pa ako sa pustura
walanghiya ka
sabi mo sa akin lalake ka
Nadengoy mo ako dun
Sa paglalabas anyo mo
Barbie pala ako sayo noon
Akala ko lambing mo iyon.
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yung spacing biglang nagdouble space. hm. anyway, just made it up after i saw something at ermita robinson.
It's been years since i've written something in here. actually, my multiply blog posts were link to my blogspot so that there will be no copy paste event. I've decided to disable the link because some of my post were really private *my notebook journals was stopped due to uncommon acts* .
six months have passed and yet the engine on my fs profile that was link here was still alive,
kung hindi lang dahil sa friend ko na napadaan hindi ako gaganahan magsulat dito. haha.
namiss ko rin magsulat sa blogger, i have been using multiply for a long time now and got tired
or rather, i got lazy. siguro sa mga komento na hinihintay ko dumating sa mga pinost ko na
inaasahan ko lagyan nila ng komento. mas maraming narinig na kwento ang multiply ko kesa sa
blogger ko. Pero nakita ng blogger ko ang pagbabago sa pagsusulat ko or kung sino ako dati. :D
these blogs have been like close friends to me, kahit ako nahihiya basahin yung mga past post.
para ko na rin silang mga anak,. may mga pinsan pa sila. yung mga notebook journals ko. :D
hindi ko rin naman inaasahan na may magbabasa nito, nagbabalak pa nga ako i-delete itong
account since i havent been using it for a long time.
ngayon, third year college nako last post ko pa dito second year pako nun or first year ata.
i dont really know, ive lost track of time :D hindi lang naman ito ang naging site ko, meron na rin
facebook, plurk, at kung anu anu pa. Pero ang blogspot ko ang pinakamatagal sa kanila, kasabay
niya nabuhay ang fs ko. :)
kung hindi lang dahil kay ivan, patay na talaga siguro blogspot ko. :D
ill post more often, different point of views and different stories will be typed here.
i dont care for comments , i care for my unknown readers (?) hahah.
"dont give chores to readers it will be hard for them to clean up"
- anonymous
a butterfly was in love with a white rose..
one day the butterfly proposed to the rose..
the white rose told him that when she turns red that's the only time she'll love him..
the butterfly didn't fly..
cut his body and spread his blood on the rose..
the rose turned red and fell in love with the butterfly..
but the butterfly..
was no longer alive..
"LOVE SACRIFICES are sometimes useless..
especially if that someone doesn't know how to appreciate..
they'll come to realize important things when it's already late.."
what is hurt?????
.when he doesn't know how you cried everynight..
or feel how is it like to be hurt everyday??
.to long for someone who makes you feel you're not the girl for him..
.to love him even if he makes you look stupid..
.to wish to hug and hold his hands even when he doesn't want you to..
and lastly..
to realize ur not meant to be.. :(
"loving you would be this hard?"
you have her..
so there's no reason for you to run to me..
but if you lose her..
i would gladly take her part..
even if it was because of her absence..
that you needed me.. :((
