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Wednesday, July 11, 2007 *~*~*Frustrated*~*~* Geez... PC's down and so am I. I can't even enter my own domain. Crap! Well, anyways, I just watched Harry Potter 4 today. I liked the effects. Magnificent as always. Although you wouldn't understand the film if you haven't watched it from the beginning. *Expected of a series* ^_^ Other than that, my day's just the way it is. I felt like time passes by without any change in me. Ordinary day. Ordinary me. Heehee. Oh! Enough of that. I just finished reading Message in a Bottle. I was crying at the end. I haven't watched the film yet so I was rather surprised at the ending. If true love is anything like that, then I guess I'm more afraid than ever. It was beautiful and sad at the same time. It made me think that nothing is permanent and no one knows what will happen in the future so if there's anything that you want to say or do, you might as well do now. What if you only have one chance to do the right thing? Why not risk? Geez... Wish I could tell that to myself. Monday, July 09, 2007 *~*~*Guys' Point of View*~*~* A/N: I just got this message in friendster. I wonder if it's true. Well, I don't believe in the chain stuff written but I'm talking about the content. ^_^ Here goes... ^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^ You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 96% of girls don't realize it until it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice. From a guys point of view: We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait 'til the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. One of the sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I'm in. Let us pay for you! Don't "feel bad" about it. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you." Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed. You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up . Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily. Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that. Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful". Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. Ditch his sorry, disgrace-to-the-male-population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do. Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it. Give the nice guys a chance. Guys repost this if this is true. Girls repost this if you think it's cute. Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this. Tips for the less experienced: *Holding Hands Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times. Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once. *Cuddling Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold Guys : Automatically move closer to her. *Movies Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder. Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her. *Loving each other Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it. *Laying below the stars Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat. Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you. repost as: guys' point of view Thursday, July 05, 2007 *~*~*Real by Plumb*~*~* Look at me I'm twenty three Beautiful a sight to see Tonight A little dress to draw the press And I'll be leaving All the rest behind Well be pleased girl If this is what you wanted The whole world is watching you take the stage What will you say Aren't I lovely And do you want me cause I am hungry for something that will make me real Can you see me and Do you love me cause I am desperately searching for something Real I close my eyes imagine time Will not forget My sacrifice I numb the ache and decorate My emptiness Stand naked in the light Well be pleased world If this is what you wanted This young girl is everything that you made What will she say Aren't I lovely And do you want me cause I am hungry for something that will make me real Can you see me and Do you love me cause I am desperately searching for something Real The world goes home The lights go down My lipstick fades Away And do you want me cause I am hungry for something that will make me real Can you see me and Do you love me cause I am desperately searching for something Real A/N: Even though I'm not 23 yet, I feel attached to this song. Probably because I've been living in a dream world all my life that I tend to want something new. Something real. I've always wanted some prince who would fight for me. I thought I would only see him in my dreams. Now I know, someone would back me up and fight for me. Or at least be there whenever I need him. Sometimes, I want to ask him the same questions written in the song. I wonder what he'd say. Hmmm... Tuesday, July 03, 2007 *~*~*Angel of the Morning*~*~* I was down in the dumps last night. I cried myself to sleep full of regret and hatred. Then I saw something magnificent in my dream. I was in a dark house. I was looking for something. I went outside only to find myself alone and sad. I walked and reached an elegant church made of gold and silver. Suddenly, I saw something from up above the church, someone is sitting on the cross. I wasn't sure if that being is a guy or a girl. He/She had matte-white skin and golden brown curls, garbed in red, blue and white shimmering silk robe. He or she felt my presence and looked at me. I saw that the eyes were green and they were glistening. He/She stood up and I saw the magnificent wings spread! It was shining. The angel swooped down and reached me, touched my face and held my hand. I was overwhelmed, filled with awe and wonder. The angel lifted me up and we soar in the sky. I wasn't afraid of falling because I know, I believed, that he/she won't let me go. The angel had the sweetest and gentlest smile I've ever seen! He/she squeezed my hand and gently let me go. I was falling but I wasn't scared. I closed my eyes and felt that I landed on soft grass and when I opened my eyes. I was awake with the traces of the fallen teardrops... yet smiling, the hate and regret gone. "There’ll be no strings to bind your hands Not if my love can find your heart And there’s no need to take a stand For it was I who choose to start I see no need to take me home I’m old enough to face the dawn Just call me angel of the morning, angel. Just touch my cheek before you leave me Then slowly turn away from me. Maybe the sunlight will be dim But it won’t matter anyhow If morning’s echoes say we’ve sinned Then it was what I wanted now And if we’re victims of the night I won’t be blinded by the light.." Monday, July 02, 2007 *~*~*Dimension Breach*~*~* I don't understand why I'm feeling this way. I wanted to talk to him so badly. But no words seem to come out. There were lots of things I wanted to say to him. I wanted to know more too. But I can feel the distance and now, I feel the same kind of pain I felt before. I have no reason to feel this way. That's what makes it so confusing. If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes is equally Universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of comfort? Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of these poignantly sad stories are about - sharing. It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies, Accompanied by heartfelt sighs. It's drifting o're the gentle rain, A symbol of my silent pain. ~*~*Time's Scar*~*~ "But aren't memories strange? Just when you think that you've forgotten about something, It comes floating back into your heart. I guess it's just lying there in wait. Waiting for that right moment..." -Leena I was stupid to think that just because he shared his dreams with me, he would someday give me his love. Yes. I know... Here we go again. Rants and more of it. As I looked back at the memories, it reminded me of how long those had been. Others say that love of this kind only lasts for three years. It had been more than that I guess. But why is it still here? Maybe because he is everything. I love his smile...the same smile I see reflected in me everyday. I love the way his eyes sparkle and how his voice changes whenever he thinks of something mischievous to do or to say. I love the way he looks at me *or even when he's not looking at me at all* as if he's forever teasing me for being me... as if he knows what I'm thinking and what I'm about to do.... my childish, immature and hot-headed self. I love his unpredictable mood swings. Sometimes he's too hyper and so energetic. And the next moment, he's locked himself up in a place where only he could go. I love his generosity and carefree attitude about life. I love a lot more things about him. I love him for what he is and what he's not. But... a part of me wanted to let the love I have for him die a sudden death. Leaving me shocked and numb so as not to feel the pain. Unfortunately, it dies a slow, painful death just to come back and haunt me day and night. He's still somewhere in my deepest, darkest memories. And just when I think I'm over it, it keeps floating back into my heart. I wanted to believe that I'm also in his heart. With him nurturing the feeling, waiting for that right moment. |
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