6.22.2015
6.19.2015
6.16.2015
well, here we are again..
I guess it must be fate... :P
Okay, so I have recently checked the facebook account of my "first love", "the one that got away", "my forever scapegoat" - and whatever phrases I have used for him. Why? No reason. I just wanted to see.
And as I have always seen it, he looked happy. Funny thing though is he reminds me so much of my older brother now - seeing he has much kids as my kuya has ;) I guess it's a good thing - I only see him as just another someone. Some random guy.
Have I completely moved on? I don't know. Fifteen years I have allotted a space for him in my system. It says a lot about me, about what I was more than half of my life. I do not love him anymore; that's for sure - but the memory of him still resides in some part of my system. Unfortunately, you simply cannot erase that half of your life just because you are building a new one.
I guess I sort of miss that feeling of longing for something that was never meant to be. ^_^
6.09.2015
posting for documentation purposes only
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| 09 June 2015. Researching is finally done - confirmation found just right now. Happy for everything. Victory is sweet. Details cannot be said (of course). I just need this moment to post right this very moment. I need this. BTW - photo has no relation to what I am talking about. I am just showing off my baby :D |
6.05.2015
6.04.2015
6.03.2015
6.02.2015
damn melancholia
the thing is, it's so dragging to hear about your friends' melancholia.
the thing is, you have to keep checking them out.
the thing is, I don't have the time to listen and weep with them anymore.
the thing is, I don't feel like a good friend knowing this about me now.
the thing is, I can't keep myself on positive aura
when everyone around you gives you the negative vibe.
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can't help you now, kid. I am as fucked up as you are now.
Turn it Well (Up Dharma Down)
Downtown I found myself calling in my very own
Whitewashed breathing space
Diallin’ the telephone, night time morning sun
Out of place in our home
Sooner or later maybe we can suit up
People on a table, flipping on the pages
Just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
Downtown I found myself calling in my very own
Whitewashed breathing space
Diallin’ the telephone, night time morning sun
Out of place in our home
Sooner or later maybe we can suit up
People on a table, flipping on the pages
Just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
Do you need to take my youth to
get the know-how to turn it well
Fortdays, fortnights all we have every little often so
Take my hand to help you learn to turn it well
Baby, maybe we can really turn it well
Take them frames off, turn your head
say it when my left ear needs it, no girl can resist it
don’t you hesitate, Sea Eyes, baby you can turn it well
Do you need to change my youth to
Get the know-how to turn it well
Maybe we can suit up and leave the photos home
And I’ll walk you through the woods, crossing fingers
Whitewashed breathing space
Diallin’ the telephone, night time morning sun
Out of place in our home
Sooner or later maybe we can suit up
People on a table, flipping on the pages
Just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
Downtown I found myself calling in my very own
Whitewashed breathing space
Diallin’ the telephone, night time morning sun
Out of place in our home
Sooner or later maybe we can suit up
People on a table, flipping on the pages
Just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
Do you need to take my youth to
get the know-how to turn it well
Fortdays, fortnights all we have every little often so
Take my hand to help you learn to turn it well
Baby, maybe we can really turn it well
Take them frames off, turn your head
say it when my left ear needs it, no girl can resist it
don’t you hesitate, Sea Eyes, baby you can turn it well
Do you need to change my youth to
Get the know-how to turn it well
Maybe we can suit up and leave the photos home
And I’ll walk you through the woods, crossing fingers
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