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Rain… just go away.

If you think hard enough, some of the moments that captured
your senses will come back to you.

As I was sorting out my files, the rain noisily tapping on my window, drops of water coming down from my ceiling to my wet floor covered in scraps of paper, I came back to the times that I smelled the air exactly like how i’m smelling it now.

A day in Batangas… a day in Shangrila… a day in Tagaytay…

Previous trips with different people during different occasions.

What’s difficult is, together with the smell of rain, the hurt came back to haunt me. And it came back with a flood of tears.

I got up and went to the veranda… Looked up and wished there were stars that night. Stars always made me a little happy. But today, the rain clouds them. I felt alone. I shivered and crawled under the blanket, closed my eyes, and pretended that it was not rain that was tapping on my window… that I was shivering from a different kind of cold… I chose to think of it, for I know it wouldn’t bring back any memory.

As I drifted off to sleep, I tried to picture myself on top of a hill… twirling under all the glowing white…

It was snowing.

It did not rain today. But my floor’s still wet. My ceiling still gives out little drops of water every now and then. Much like how pain resides in your heart, and chooses opportunities like a change in weather to make itself known.

gratitude….

i have been wondering where all the guys that go and those that immediately ask me if “i’ve got cam” came from… see the picture above? that’s me, acting the word “shocked.” i’ve been receiving a minimum of 2 messages a day. and i mean, everyday! i have been frowning at the thought that my identity has been compromised. yeah, right. as if i was hiding or anything.

until one man, sent me an email. a very interesting email, i might add. and he mentioned my blog. it made me think. and it made me look at my stats. Aba. 2,670 visitors. marami-rami na rin. And I never thought that a lot of them have been really reading my stuff. How did I know? I forgot I had a tracker. hehe. So, I checked my stats.

A lot of page views, but there were definitely a handful of visitors who really took the time out to read. An hour. Two. Sometimes exiting to my archives. And then, there were a lot who exited through my yahoo link.

that’s when i said “i had a dog, and his name was BINGO!”

So, that’s where they all came from.

It’s a little ironic that my readers mostly came from the States, and just a fraction came from here. I guess I am such a bore according to my fellow Filipinos. anyhoo…

To the guy from Long Beach, I hope you’re not my silly cousin who likes to play–thank you.
To everyone in some school in LA, kisses to you, little kids, or big ones, maybe your teachers, i’m not sure. Please don’t do drugs.

To you San Diego guy, whoever
you are. Yeah, i think you’re one person coz you have the same IP address, who made 5 visits in one day.
To someone from Sinai in Baltimore, check on your patient, please.

And to everyone else, coz I couldn’t remember where you all came from, a super THANKS.

I didn’t know that I could reach that many people even in a small way. I hope that I didn’t bore all of you with too much information about myself. It has been a blast receiving words of encouragement, promises of a dream vacation in Italy, Dubai, and all the Asian countries, including my own. Being called sexy, pretty, beautiful, wonderful, etc. are so well-appreciated. Yes, some, well, most have been seriously perverted (remind me to take off my yahoo link), but thank you just the same. I am sorry that I do not reply to your messages.

To be honest, when your email address contains any of the words HOT, DADDY, MOMMA, LONG, STICK, 69, GENETICIST, or anything related to the word RAPE, please, do not waste your time to send me messages. Especially if the first thing that jumps out from your keyboard is “hey. do you have cam?”. My ignore list is getting too long.

I am open to friendships ONLY. I just have to make that clear to everyone. The things I previously wrote are (or so i thought they were) literary pieces and not advertisements. I am very sorry for the misunderstanding.

Again, THANK YOU, for the kind people who reads my stuff. God bless you.

gratitude….

i have been wondering where all the guys that go and those that immediately ask me if “i’ve got cam” came from… see the picture above? that’s me, acting the word “shocked.” i’ve been receiving a minimum of 2 messages a day. and i mean, everyday! i have been frowning at the thought that my identity has been compromised. yeah, right. as if i was hiding or anything.

until one man, sent me an email. a very interesting email, i might add. and he mentioned my blog. it made me think. and it made me look at my stats. Aba. 2,670 visitors. marami-rami na rin. And I never thought that a lot of them have been really reading my stuff. How did I know? I forgot I had a tracker. hehe. So, I checked my stats.

A lot of page views, but there were definitely a handful of visitors who really took the time out to read. An hour. Two. Sometimes exiting to my archives. And then, there were a lot who exited through my yahoo link.

that’s when i said “i had a dog, and his name was BINGO!”

So, that’s where they all came from.

It’s a little ironic that my readers mostly came from the States, and just a fraction came from here. I guess I am such a bore according to my fellow Filipinos. anyhoo…

To the guy from Long Beach, I hope you’re not my silly cousin who likes to play–thank you.
To everyone in some school in LA, kisses to you, little kids, or big ones, maybe your teachers, i’m not sure. Please don’t do drugs.

To you San Diego guy, whoever
you are. Yeah, i think you’re one person coz you have the same IP address, who made 5 visits in one day.
To someone from Sinai in Baltimore, check on your patient, please.

And to everyone else, coz I couldn’t remember where you all came from, a super THANKS.

I didn’t know that I could reach that many people even in a small way. I hope that I didn’t bore all of you with too much information about myself. It has been a blast receiving words of encouragement, promises of a dream vacation in Italy, Dubai, and all the Asian countries, including my own. Being called sexy, pretty, beautiful, wonderful, etc. are so well-appreciated. Yes, some, well, most have been seriously perverted (remind me to take off my yahoo link), but thank you just the same. I am sorry that I do not reply to your messages.

To be honest, when your email address contains any of the words HOT, DADDY, MOMMA, LONG, STICK, 69, GENETICIST, or anything related to the word RAPE, please, do not waste your time to send me messages. Especially if the first thing that jumps out from your keyboard is “hey. do you have cam?”. My ignore list is getting too long.

I am open to friendships ONLY. I just have to make that clear to everyone. The things I previously wrote are (or so i thought they were) literary pieces and not advertisements. I am very sorry for the misunderstanding.

Again, THANK YOU, for the kind people who reads my stuff. God bless you.

a letter to someone who is destined to wipe away my tears.


i know this is sudden. i know this is stupid. but here i am, about to bring stupidity to the next level.

how are you? are you okay? have you been eating well? coz i sure wouldn’t want you to starve to death and not be able to meet you.

anyhoo, today has been an effing sad day for me. (hey, it’s okay for me to use swear words, right? It’s not like you’re 12 or something.) well, back to the sad day. I was with someone. For 16 years, I have been with someone. And today is the first time that I have ever convinced myself that it should never have started in the first place.

No, don’t get me wrong. I don’t have regrets. I only have tears to shed, and hopes to find. And in time, I know I will be well. In time, I will meet you, and I am hoping that you are different. That you can love and be loved in return. That with you, my tears will not drown me. That your arms will comfort me. That we’ll have fun pictures together, and we’ll hold hands while watching the sun set. That we’ll grow old and never look back. You, me, and my kids, and maybe yours, as well, if you have some.

Sure, we can fight some time. We can hurt each other with words, with indifference. But we are not going to finish the day without saying we are sorry. Yes, we. Not you, nor I. We. Because for a relationship to work, two should become one and be separate at the same time.

Yes, there will also be times that we will feel the need to end things… to start anew… and find someone else. But this I am sure, I will also never regret finding you. For you have wiped my tears away and didn’t flinch at the sight of my weaknesses.

Would you like to know me? I am Rachelle. I’m 5′4″, weighs a hundred and twenty. I’m an aries and I like to read. I am not sexy, or fair, or tanned. I don’t even have big boobs or long legs. I like taking pictures, mostly of myself. I have a handful of words stashed in my brain, and zero recipes to cook. I can do the laundry when I have to, but I hate it when I have to clean the bathroom.

I dream in pictures, and I sometimes dream of you, though you’re face is not clear. I haven’t dreamed in monochrome, and for that I am thankful. Coz I believe that the world is best viewed in color.

If you liked what you’ve read, come find me. Look for me. Relieve me from my misery.

And to make it easier for you to find me, close your eyes and dream of me. That’s where we’ll find each other. In a world with no boundaries, no pretentions, no judgments, and no fears.

And as I’ve said before, bring coffee, okay?

you’re next.


pure evil

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you’re next.


pure evil

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i’m not destruction…




i was chatting with a friend yesterday, and he went all mushy and told me how magnificent i was i touch the lives of other people…

that i am a light.

dyaran! thus, the title.

pwede na kong tumayo ng maganda and exlaim:

“Max… I am light!”

(para sa mga di alam ang pinagsasasabi ko, maghanap kayo ng pirated DVD ng Sharkboy at Lavagirl)

Weniwei… di ko alam kung makikipagkulitan ako sa kanya, and tell him NGE! MAGTIGIL KA!

Sabi nga ni Jef, di daw ako marunong tumanggap ng compliment. Siguro nga. Kaya di ko na kinontest. Sige na nga, kumbaga. Tutal nanay na ko. ‘Ilaw’ ng tahanan. As if.

Marami ba akong na-touch? Di nga… pag iniisip ko naman, parang ang babaw naman ng lahat eh. Parang feeling ko, moral obligation ko lang naman ang makinig sa mga tao pag gusto nilang magkwento… ang mag-offer ng nalalaman… ang magmahal ng mga taong naiiba… ang magmahal sa mga batang may kapansanan… ang magsakripisyo para sa mga anak… ang magpatawad ng asawang nagkasala… ang makipagkaibigan… ang magsulat minsan ng mga nakakaantig ng damdamin… hindi ba?

So, ano’ng kakaiba sa mga ginagawa ko, eh nagagawa niyo rin yun, sigurado ako. Maybe without you knowing.

Yun lang naman. Yun lang ang opinyon ko. Nothing special with what I have done. And what I have been doing. I just love easily. I forgive easily.

Siguro isa lang ang aaminin ko na sinasabi ng lahat na meron ako. Meron akong LOVE. A big heart to hold everything and everybody in. No, not strength. For I am not strong. I have my own weaknesses. I have my moments. I died several times, but I came back again. Lived again. and again. and again.

Sabi nga nila, ang tibay ko. Kung sila daw ako, wala na… nagpakamatay na sila. Well, it is no secret that I have had suicidal tendencies. That I have thought and felt death wandering in the shadows… but I do not fear the dark…

For I have the gift of sight. of finding the good in the bad. after the bad have ruined my life’s puzzle, I find the missing pieces, still jumbled up somewhere in my heart.

So, if I have touched your lives, no gratitude is needed. I do not wish to hear praise or receive gifts. This is who I am. It is in my nature. This is me.

I am Lavagirl.

i’m not destruction…




i was chatting with a friend yesterday, and he went all mushy and told me how magnificent i was i touch the lives of other people…

that i am a light.

dyaran! thus, the title.

pwede na kong tumayo ng maganda and exlaim:

“Max… I am light!”

(para sa mga di alam ang pinagsasasabi ko, maghanap kayo ng pirated DVD ng Sharkboy at Lavagirl)

Weniwei… di ko alam kung makikipagkulitan ako sa kanya, and tell him NGE! MAGTIGIL KA!

Sabi nga ni Jef, di daw ako marunong tumanggap ng compliment. Siguro nga. Kaya di ko na kinontest. Sige na nga, kumbaga. Tutal nanay na ko. ‘Ilaw’ ng tahanan. As if.

Marami ba akong na-touch? Di nga… pag iniisip ko naman, parang ang babaw naman ng lahat eh. Parang feeling ko, moral obligation ko lang naman ang makinig sa mga tao pag gusto nilang magkwento… ang mag-offer ng nalalaman… ang magmahal ng mga taong naiiba… ang magmahal sa mga batang may kapansanan… ang magsakripisyo para sa mga anak… ang magpatawad ng asawang nagkasala… ang makipagkaibigan… ang magsulat minsan ng mga nakakaantig ng damdamin… hindi ba?

So, ano’ng kakaiba sa mga ginagawa ko, eh nagagawa niyo rin yun, sigurado ako. Maybe without you knowing.

Yun lang naman. Yun lang ang opinyon ko. Nothing special with what I have done. And what I have been doing. I just love easily. I forgive easily.

Siguro isa lang ang aaminin ko na sinasabi ng lahat na meron ako. Meron akong LOVE. A big heart to hold everything and everybody in. No, not strength. For I am not strong. I have my own weaknesses. I have my moments. I died several times, but I came back again. Lived again. and again. and again.

Sabi nga nila, ang tibay ko. Kung sila daw ako, wala na… nagpakamatay na sila. Well, it is no secret that I have had suicidal tendencies. That I have thought and felt death wandering in the shadows… but I do not fear the dark…

For I have the gift of sight. of finding the good in the bad. after the bad have ruined my life’s puzzle, I find the missing pieces, still jumbled up somewhere in my heart.

So, if I have touched your lives, no gratitude is needed. I do not wish to hear praise or receive gifts. This is who I am. It is in my nature. This is me.

I am Lavagirl.

ditto

sometimes, there are people you meet that makes you feel complete. But, there are moments when you feel like you have to leave him be. for his sake. and for yours, as well. More often than not, you don’t need to tell him why.

I have known him for a few years, but I felt the need to part ways. And this time, he knows why.

It has been a few months now since we last talked. and i know, he respected my decision. and i thank him for that.

October came and then the La Naval. I kept on thinking, someone’s having a birthday that day, but I couldn’t point out who. Then I got to check my email, and there it was. A notification for his birthday.

I sent him an email to greet him a belated one. After a few days, he replied with this:

“thanks so much. miss na kita!

i felt a tug. how sad. missing someone. but at least he didn’t say “miss na kita…”, coz it would’ve made me cry. You know how punctuations alter the meaning of sentences.

I answered back.

“ditto.”

Days after, I kinda forgot about it already. But alas, he sent me a forwarded text message yesterday at 3 in the morning. The weird thing was, I already deleted his number from my fone. I was sure of it. I checked it again after, and it isn’t there. But his name popped up. I guess my SIM still has it.

“Sometimes, we just have to let go of someone who matters to us not because we want to, but because we have to, because it’s the right thing to do… Let us remember that we can’t force anyone to love us.. We can’t beg someone to stay when he/she wants to leave and be with someone else… This is what love is all about… However, the end of love is not the end of life… It should be the beginning of understanding that love leaves for a reason, but leaves with a lesson.”

I texted him back. I greeted him a Happy Halloween and wishes God to bless him.

He replied during the night with one word.

“ditto.”

that’s when i cried. not when he said he misses me, not when he sent the mushy text, but when he texted with finality….

a word that would not need a reply.

a word that feels like a goodbye.

That time I decided to leave him, I thought, I was robbed of a beautiful friendship. I was robbed by circumstances beyond my control. But the truth is, I am sure that our friendship will remain, even without the words.

And if he gets to read this, I’m sure there’s just one word he’ll say.

ditto

sometimes, there are people you meet that makes you feel complete. But, there are moments when you feel like you have to leave him be. for his sake. and for yours, as well. More often than not, you don’t need to tell him why.

I have known him for a few years, but I felt the need to part ways. And this time, he knows why.

It has been a few months now since we last talked. and i know, he respected my decision. and i thank him for that.

October came and then the La Naval. I kept on thinking, someone’s having a birthday that day, but I couldn’t point out who. Then I got to check my email, and there it was. A notification for his birthday.

I sent him an email to greet him a belated one. After a few days, he replied with this:

“thanks so much. miss na kita!

i felt a tug. how sad. missing someone. but at least he didn’t say “miss na kita…”, coz it would’ve made me cry. You know how punctuations alter the meaning of sentences.

I answered back.

“ditto.”

Days after, I kinda forgot about it already. But alas, he sent me a forwarded text message yesterday at 3 in the morning. The weird thing was, I already deleted his number from my fone. I was sure of it. I checked it again after, and it isn’t there. But his name popped up. I guess my SIM still has it.

“Sometimes, we just have to let go of someone who matters to us not because we want to, but because we have to, because it’s the right thing to do… Let us remember that we can’t force anyone to love us.. We can’t beg someone to stay when he/she wants to leave and be with someone else… This is what love is all about… However, the end of love is not the end of life… It should be the beginning of understanding that love leaves for a reason, but leaves with a lesson.”

I texted him back. I greeted him a Happy Halloween and wishes God to bless him.

He replied during the night with one word.

“ditto.”

that’s when i cried. not when he said he misses me, not when he sent the mushy text, but when he texted with finality….

a word that would not need a reply.

a word that feels like a goodbye.

That time I decided to leave him, I thought, I was robbed of a beautiful friendship. I was robbed by circumstances beyond my control. But the truth is, I am sure that our friendship will remain, even without the words.

And if he gets to read this, I’m sure there’s just one word he’ll say.

Tony really scares me…



halloween scare of the year:

(placed all my hair in front of my face)

Ako: buwahahahaha! anjan na ko….

Tony: (running) Wah!!! hah!!! hah!!! SUDOKU… SUDOKU!!!!

toink!

photo courtesy.

Tony really scares me…



halloween scare of the year:

(placed all my hair in front of my face)

Ako: buwahahahaha! anjan na ko….

Tony: (running) Wah!!! hah!!! hah!!! SUDOKU… SUDOKU!!!!

toink!

photo courtesy.

no estoy asustado


my mom and i saw one of our neighbors today. her son just got out of the hospital. he was also sick. he has almost the same disease as i do. almost at the same time. he is also 32. he underwent dialysis already.

his mom’s eyes got so wide when she saw me, and this is what she said to me:

“hindi ka pa dinadialysis? ok ka pa?”

i smile and nod.

his son wasn’t as lucky as me. he was placed an access on his neck. on the other hand, i am already prepared for it. i have a fistula on my right arm. as soon as my doctor told me, i went in for surgery last year.

it was obvious that they were unprepared for what have happened. but, it was lucky that they have sufficient means for a transplant since they own a bakery in our street. so, they are now preparing for that.

yes, i have thought of transplantation. but, i am hoping that if that time comes, all of us are prepared as well.

i am still praying that i will get well… that a bigger miracle will be bestowed… i can’t complain, since being dialysis-free for one more year is a big miracle already.

still, i cannot say that i am a hundred percent okay. i get scared sometimes. in fact, i am now. of a lot of things.

but, if there’s one thing that i am not afraid of, it is being alone.

the picture above? not gonna be me.

for one, i’m afraid of the sea. and two, nobody in my family will let me wade out there alone.

heartbreaking… Glorietta blast story

i just wish this does not happen again anymore. It was a nightmare. That day I was in class at Cervantes, everybody’s fone rang almost at the same time, text messages and calls from family and friends informing us of what happened… and all I could think of was if my mom went to Glorietta earlier than expected. We were supposed to go there after my class, to buy gifts for my niece. Thank God she texted me right away.

i kept on thinking.. what if it happened on a Saturday, when me and my kids are almost always there, buying Pokemon statues from the Gift Factory, or looking at stationeries at the Papemelroti, or buying fraps (Tony and Anea’s fave) from Starbucks, or buying CDs from CDR King, or just going to the comfort rooms beside YRYS? I shuddered at those thoughts.

May God bless the families of the casualties… may they find it in themselves to see the good with the bad… may we all see that every day is worth living like it was our last… so, tell your loved ones how you feel… spend quality time with them… change for the better… forgive the ones who hurt you… ask for forgiveness from the ones you hurt… break up with your sadistic boyfriend… stop beating your wife… stop stealing, cheating, and being jealous… make a difference… dance… laugh… cry… make everything count.

Today might be our last on earth. I just wish that heaven is what we all expect it to be–no gas explosions or bombs. Just better than this.

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Good day everyone,

I wish I were writing under different circumstances.

I would like to inform you that my wife Leslie Cruz
was part of the casualties in the Glorietta 2 Mall
bombing in Makati City , Philippines . She was supposed
to have a minor out patient surgery at Makati Medical
Center at 230pm.

I had taken a leave from work to accompany her there.
We dropped off our daughter, Amber, at my parents
place in QC to babysit at around 10am. We then
proceeded to Makati and was there at 1230pm. Since she
had been fasting in preparation for her procedure, she
wanted to move around and listen to some music while I
grabbed a bite to eat. We parked at the basement of
Park Square 2, and headed for the Glorietta 2
entrance. We parted at the top of the escalator, she
turned right towards Filbar’s while I went left
towards the restaurants. That was the last time I
would see her.

Around 120pm, she had called me so that we can meet at
the Glorietta 2 exit just in time to make her
appointment. As I made my way there from Glorietta 1
through the connecting hallways, and was about to turn
the corner, I heard 2 deep thumps and the shock-wave
from the blast hit me. At that moment my heart dropped
as I knew that the origin of the blast came from the
same place where we were supposed to meet. I tried
getting to where my wife was, but the dust was too
much and it was as if I was staring at a white wall.

I still tried to convince myself that she was able to
make it out, and that after ringing her mobile without
a response only meant that she dropped it in the
confusion. After 6 hours of searching from Makati Med.
to Ospital ng Makati , the blast site, and back again
to MMC – with the help of all the people I could get
hold of, that I was able to get confirmation in what
the state of my wife was.

My Dad and Uncle signaled me in from the ER of MMC. My
Uncle (who’s a doctor) asked me to describe Leslie’s
appearance to another group of doctors. I saw in the
eyes of one that the description made sense. Instead
of confirming it to me, they huddled together, then
brought me to a small examination room. It was only
through a digital camera that I was able to confirm
(and deny) that she was indeed gone.

I have so many regrets. I should have met her sooner.
I should have ran instead of a brisk walk. I should
have not chose to park where I did. I should have
braved the dust and went in the blast site. I should
have …

Today’s the 4th day. It is still terribly difficult to
breathe, let alone wake up realizing that your source
of strength, your best friend doesn’t lie beside you
on your bed. That my deepest worry is when Amber
starts asking for her Mama.

I am glad that Amber’s too young to understand the
loss and pain. In time I would like to tell her the
details of how her mother died, but more importantly I
would like to raise her as how her mother lived – a
loving person, strong willed, decisive, caring, and
nurturing. She has always cared for her family and
friends, and sacrfied her career for being a full time
mom and home maker.

As with all couples we had our ups and downs – none of
which I regret not going through. The sweet is never
as sweet without the sour. For almost 4 years of
marriage, we’ve finally hit our balance in life only
to be taken away in an instant. I have no regrets
about our marriage. She has loved me and Amber beyond
her capacity. I will always love her.

It is my first time to write to egroup as I’ve lurked
and watched emails being sent to and fro. All I want
now is that for each of the couples here is to cherish
each moment that we spend with our loved ones. Pretty
simple to say, very easy to take for granted.

Thank you all for the prayers. I would still like to
ask you to please include Leslie in them until her
40th day so that the path to God’s kingdom is well lit
and she is no longer in the dark.

Sincerely,

Carlo Cruz

dausdos no more

years after, i decided to change my blog address. and when i checked now, Dausdos is now some pilates website. Que horror!!! =)

santuariodemicorazon is more meaningful for me… my life in a nutshell… my hopes and dreams.. my life and death… my tears and laughters… my heart’s sanctuary, indeed.

=================== and to rant for a while…

i have been a blogger for years now… i don’t make money out of it like some people do. yes, i comment to posts… saying things like i’ve been there, done that. and i’ve learned that it wasn’t true. i might have crossed the same path, but i never was there.

over the years, i learned that there are posts that i shouldn’t comment on, except when i was personally invited to view it, or if i thought that my experience could help.

but still, there are still some people who’s born to make other people’s life a mockery. and i have met another one of them on this blog.

i know that there are people who can relate to some of my posts. thinking that they ‘know’ what i am talking about and what i’m feeling. let me enlighten you–nobody but me, really does.

you can tell me things. you can try to convince me. but you won’t succeed. because your problems? they might have been greater than mine. but, i really doubt it. and i am not about to tell you why. let’s just say, i am still happy that i am not you. coz you are the weakest person i have ever came across with.

my pain is not yours. my joy is not yours. you will never know.

don’t tell me that you went through the same thing. you haven’t. even twins do not have the same emotions at the same time.

you cannot judge me for what you have read here or there. you cannot tell me that i was a no-good friend. you were not there.

you can comment all you want, tell me your own sob story, but you cannot judge me. Nobody should. This is my blog. even if this is public, you should respect it. if you have things on your mind, if you feel like your story is worth-telling, go make yourself a blog! Rant all you want. Criticize me all you want. It’s gonna be your blog, and i won’t care. That’s one of the reason’s why i have a blog… aside from the fact that it helps me and it heals me… i wanna have an avenue to say things that’s on my mind. so, why are there people who doesn’t have a blog, but who comments like they own mine?

As far as I know, you’re just some crazy old hag who doesn’t know what to do with her life. you said you’re happy now? asus! you’re still bitter! read your comments! bitterness all over! you’re not happy! you’re campaigning against other women’s happiness.

tanga man kami, we admit that we’re still humane. that we still honor our commitment of ‘for better or for worse’. it’s not like our ex-husbands raped our daughters or fucked with the maid. maybe yours did. we don’t know! and we don’t care! we’re not friends anyway. as for me, you’re just a lonely fucked-up woman who’s so sick and tired of being husband-less that you want everyone else to be like you. (pity)

and before anyone else comments, think level-headedly. ‘mum’ is the word.

dausdos no more

years after, i decided to change my blog address. and when i checked now, Dausdos is now some pilates website. Que horror!!! =)

santuariodemicorazon is more meaningful for me… my life in a nutshell… my hopes and dreams.. my life and death… my tears and laughters… my heart’s sanctuary, indeed.

=================== and to rant for a while…

i have been a blogger for years now… i don’t make money out of it like some people do. yes, i comment to posts… saying things like i’ve been there, done that. and i’ve learned that it wasn’t true. i might have crossed the same path, but i never was there.

over the years, i learned that there are posts that i shouldn’t comment on, except when i was personally invited to view it, or if i thought that my experience could help.

but still, there are still some people who’s born to make other people’s life a mockery. and i have met another one of them on this blog.

i know that there are people who can relate to some of my posts. thinking that they ‘know’ what i am talking about and what i’m feeling. let me enlighten you–nobody but me, really does.

you can tell me things. you can try to convince me. but you won’t succeed. because your problems? they might have been greater than mine. but, i really doubt it. and i am not about to tell you why. let’s just say, i am still happy that i am not you. coz you are the weakest person i have ever came across with.

my pain is not yours. my joy is not yours. you will never know.

don’t tell me that you went through the same thing. you haven’t. even twins do not have the same emotions at the same time.

you cannot judge me for what you have read here or there. you cannot tell me that i was a no-good friend. you were not there.

you can comment all you want, tell me your own sob story, but you cannot judge me. Nobody should. This is my blog. even if this is public, you should respect it. if you have things on your mind, if you feel like your story is worth-telling, go make yourself a blog! Rant all you want. Criticize me all you want. It’s gonna be your blog, and i won’t care. That’s one of the reason’s why i have a blog… aside from the fact that it helps me and it heals me… i wanna have an avenue to say things that’s on my mind. so, why are there people who doesn’t have a blog, but who comments like they own mine?

As far as I know, you’re just some crazy old hag who doesn’t know what to do with her life. you said you’re happy now? asus! you’re still bitter! read your comments! bitterness all over! you’re not happy! you’re campaigning against other women’s happiness.

tanga man kami, we admit that we’re still humane. that we still honor our commitment of ‘for better or for worse’. it’s not like our ex-husbands raped our daughters or fucked with the maid. maybe yours did. we don’t know! and we don’t care! we’re not friends anyway. as for me, you’re just a lonely fucked-up woman who’s so sick and tired of being husband-less that you want everyone else to be like you. (pity)

and before anyone else comments, think level-headedly. ‘mum’ is the word.

recordé algo

i remembered something.

recordé el día en que hablamos de muerte. when you said that you can’t stand it if i died. you said, you’d like it if we died together. and you ask me, how you’d know if I’ve gone…

“pano kung di tayo magkasama? pano ko malalaman?”

“Hm… makakakita ka ng white rose… every corner… everywhere you looked, you’ll find white roses…”

“Ako… pag nauna ako sa yo, bigla na lang may babagsak sa harapan mong white feather. Out of nowhere.”

One time we fought. I forgot what it was about. And something happened to make us forget that we were mad at each other. I was in the classroom, he was outside waiting for my class to be over. Then, a note. He slipped a note through the window and had the note passed to me.

When I opened it, what I saw made my skin crawl. Una pluma blanca delicada.

“This dropped in front of me out of nowhere.”

Just imagine, on the highest floor of the building. He was sitting with his back on the window. And a white feather drops on his lap.

When class was over, I said…

“Doesn’t count. It dropped in front of you, not me. You’re a bad boy. You won’t die yet.”

I dont know what else to do
So I cry
And nobody hears me, I cry
It`s my only solution, I cry
Through all this confusion, I cry
With all of my heart, I cry
–I Cry, Yuri Chika


Madonna – If You F…

“If You Forget Me”

I want you to know one thing
You know how this is

If I look at the crystal moon
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
Or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists – aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

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

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

 "Si Tu Me Olvidas"By Pablo Neruda

Quiero que sepasuna cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:si mirola luna de cristal, la rama rojadel lento otoño en mi ventana,si tocojunto al fuegola impalpable cenizao el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,todo me lleva a ti,como si todo lo que existe:aromas, luz, metales,fueran pequeños barcos que naveganhacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,si poco a poco dejas de querermedejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de prontome olvidasno me busques,que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y locoel viento de banderasque pasa por mi viday te decidesa dejarme a la orilladel corazón en que tengo raíces,piensaque en esa día,a esa horalevantaré los brazosy saldrán mis raícesa buscar otra tierra.

Perosi cada día,cada hora,sientes que a mí estás destinadacon dulzura implacable,si cada día subeuna flor a tus labios a buscarme,ay amor mío, ay mía,en mí todo ese fuego se repite,en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,y mientras vivas estará en tus brazossin salir de los míos.

recordé algo

i remembered something.

recordé el día en que hablamos de muerte. when you said that you can’t stand it if i died. you said, you’d like it if we died together. and you ask me, how you’d know if I’ve gone…

“pano kung di tayo magkasama? pano ko malalaman?”

“Hm… makakakita ka ng white rose… every corner… everywhere you looked, you’ll find white roses…”

“Ako… pag nauna ako sa yo, bigla na lang may babagsak sa harapan mong white feather. Out of nowhere.”

One time we fought. I forgot what it was about. And something happened to make us forget that we were mad at each other. I was in the classroom, he was outside waiting for my class to be over. Then, a note. He slipped a note through the window and had the note passed to me.

When I opened it, what I saw made my skin crawl. Una pluma blanca delicada.

“This dropped in front of me out of nowhere.”

Just imagine, on the highest floor of the building. He was sitting with his back on the window. And a white feather drops on his lap.

When class was over, I said…

“Doesn’t count. It dropped in front of you, not me. You’re a bad boy. You won’t die yet.”

I dont know what else to do
So I cry
And nobody hears me, I cry
It`s my only solution, I cry
Through all this confusion, I cry
With all of my heart, I cry
–I Cry, Yuri Chika


Madonna – If You F…

“If You Forget Me”

I want you to know one thing
You know how this is

If I look at the crystal moon
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
Or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists – aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

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

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

 "Si Tu Me Olvidas"By Pablo Neruda

Quiero que sepasuna cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:si mirola luna de cristal, la rama rojadel lento otoño en mi ventana,si tocojunto al fuegola impalpable cenizao el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,todo me lleva a ti,como si todo lo que existe:aromas, luz, metales,fueran pequeños barcos que naveganhacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,si poco a poco dejas de querermedejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de prontome olvidasno me busques,que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y locoel viento de banderasque pasa por mi viday te decidesa dejarme a la orilladel corazón en que tengo raíces,piensaque en esa día,a esa horalevantaré los brazosy saldrán mis raícesa buscar otra tierra.

Perosi cada día,cada hora,sientes que a mí estás destinadacon dulzura implacable,si cada día subeuna flor a tus labios a buscarme,ay amor mío, ay mía,en mí todo ese fuego se repite,en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,y mientras vivas estará en tus brazossin salir de los míos.

cannonball


there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

it’s still a little hard to say what’s going on

there’s still a little bit of your ghost your weakness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven’t kissed

you step a little closer each day

that I can´t say what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it’s not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close
that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it’s not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..

stones taught me to fly
and love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy
cause it’s not hard to fall
and i don’t wanna scare her
it’s not hard to fall
and i don’t wanna lose
it’s not hard to grow
when you know that you just don’t know

Damien Rice – Cann…

cannonball


there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

it’s still a little hard to say what’s going on

there’s still a little bit of your ghost your weakness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven’t kissed

you step a little closer each day

that I can´t say what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it’s not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close
that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it’s not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon..

stones taught me to fly
and love taught me to cry
so come on courage
teach me to be shy
cause it’s not hard to fall
and i don’t wanna scare her
it’s not hard to fall
and i don’t wanna lose
it’s not hard to grow
when you know that you just don’t know

Damien Rice – Cann…

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