Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most;
saying
something and wishing
you had not, or saying nothing and wishing
you had?
I guess the most
important things are the hardest things to
say.
Don't be afraid to tell
someone you love them. If you do, they might
break
your heart... but if you
don't, you might break theirs.


Have you ever decided not to become a couple
because you were so afraid
of losing what you already had with that
person?
Your heart decides whom it
likes and whom it doesn't. You can't tell
your heart
what to do. It does it
on its own.... when you least suspect it, or
even
when you don't want it to.


Have you ever wanted to love someone with
everything you had, but that
other person was too afraid to let you? Too
many of
us stay walled because
we are too afraid to care too much... for
fear that
the other person does
not care as much, or at all.


Have you ever denied your feelings for
someone
because your fear of
rejection was too hard to handle? We tell
lies when
we are afraid.... afraid
of what we don't know, afraid of what others
will
think ,afraid of what will
be found out about us. But every time we
tell a
lie.... the thing we fear
grows stronger. Life is all about risks and
it
requires you to jump. Don't
be a person who has to look back and wonder
what
they would have, or could
have had.


No one waits forever... WHAT WOULD YOU DO...


* What would you do if every time you fell in
love you had to say good-bye?


* What would you do if every time you wanted
someone they would never be there?


* What would you do if your best friend died
tomorrow and you never got to tell them how
you felt?


* What would you do if you loved someone more
than ever and you couldn't have them?


* What would you do if you never got the
chance
to say I am friends with
all of my family and they know I love them?


Some people love, and some people die. But I
want
to tell you that you
are a friend. If something happened to me
tomorrow,
you would be in my
heart. Would I be in yours?

Thursday, May 05, 2005

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

Sometimes people came into our life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach us a lesson, or to help us to figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be, but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful and unfair at first, but in reflection you find without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realize your potential, strength, willpower, or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost, moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without the small tests, whatever they may be. Life would be like a smoothly paved straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet and affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help you create who you are and who you become. Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they can probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart… forgive them, for they helped you learned about trust and the importance of being cautious to when to open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and not to open your heart to things. Make everyday count.

Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possible can, for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself that you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don’t, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make of your life anything you wish.

Create your own life and then go out and live with absolutely no regrets. Most importantly if you love someone, tell them for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. And learn a lesson in life each day and everyday.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Longing for someone....wherever you are

February 16, 2005 our whole family was shocked by the news that my uncle was already dead. When I heard that I can't speak and I can't even move... my uncle treated me as his own child coz my father left us when I was a child.... sometimes I forget to tell him how much I love him ang thank him....Uncle wherever you are i want you to know that I love you so much and I want to thank you for all things that you did for us.....

I dedicate this song to my uncle....Uncle wherever you are i know your happy with HIM.....

"Wherever You Are"

I LOVE TO SEE THE OCEANS BEAUTY
AND THE MOON THAT SHINES ABOVE
ALONE IN THE SAND LOOKING AT THE STARS
WISHING SOMEDAY I WOULD FIND TRUE LOVE
WOULD IT BE NICE TO SEE THE MORNING
WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE THE MOST
WOULD IT BE NICE TO SAY GOODNIGHT
TO THE ONE YOU HOLD SO CLOSE TO YOUR HEART
TO YOUR HEART.

Chorus:
THE WIND THAT BLOWS THE DOVE
IS THE WIND THAT BLOWS MY LOVE
HOPE ITLL FIND ITS WAY TO YOU WHEREVER YOU ARE.

I LOVE TO SIT IN FIELDS OF GREEN
LOOKING DEEPLY THROUGH THE SKY
WATCHING BIRDS AS THEY FLY BY
HOPING SOMEDAY FATE WILL BRING ME TRUE LOVE.
WOULD IT BE NICE TO HOLD SOMEONE
SO DEAR, NEAR YO UR HEART
WOULD IT BE NICE TO HEAR THOSE WORDS
I LOVE YOU FROM THE ONE THAT YOU LOVE,
THAT YOU LOVE.



ID LOVE TO SEE MYSELF ONE DAY
IN THE ARMS OF SOMEONE
WHO WILL SHARE HER LIFE WITH ME
SELFLESSLYSOMEDAY
YOU WILL FIND YOUR WAYTO ME

Don't afraid to tell how much you love that person coz you'll never know what will happen next......

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Song that I really I like....

SANA NGA

kapag pagibig ko, ay akin ng nais ialay
ang “mahal kita” ay sa’yo lamang sasabihin
kung mayron mang sa habang buhay ay nais kapiling
sana nga’y ikaw na, ikaw ang pipiliin

kung may mga labing maaring magsabing mahal ako
sana nga’y ikaw, ikaw sana ang siyang marinig ko
ibibigay ang puso ko at pagibig na tunay
sana nga’y ikaw na ang mapaghandugan nito

kung mayroong pusong pinakananais maging akin
sana nga’y ikaw, ikaw sana ang para sa akin

kung mayron man mga yakap akong pinapangrap
ikaw sana ang kayakap di maaring isiping mayrong pang iba
dahil dito sa puso ko ay mamahalin ka
dahil dito sa puso ko ang mamahalin lang ay isa
sana nga, sana nga’y ikaw na, sana nga

Thursday, December 16, 2004

longing for my Mom

I woke up this morning I felt so lonely I miss my Mom so much i wanted to see her and hug her.... I love my mom so much....

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

The Art of Letting Go

Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when someone bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet, only to lose in the end.There are questions left unanswered, left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is SAYING GOODBYE and LETTING GO. It is hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting; it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that last.At the beginning & at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love goes. That’s the drama, the bittersweet & the risk of falling inlove. After all, nothing is constant but change. Everything will come eventually to its end, without us knowing how, without us knowing when, without us knowing why. And we must forget, not because we want to, but because we have to.In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you here, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take; always remind you of him. It’s like a STAB OF KNIFE, A TORTURE IN THE NIGHT. Funny how the world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are 4 billion people on earth & yet it seems u feel lonely & empty without him.I don’t know if its worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkle with a considerable space & time. TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS, BUT IT TAKES A LITTLE PUSH ON OUR PART. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with “AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.” Letting go, is just another way to say "i'll always love you so..."

Thursday, November 18, 2004

My Ex

The Ex

Now I have an idea why people make such a big deal about exes. You know...Stuff like, getting over the ex. Dealing with the ex. Being friends with the ex. Being the ex.
I am an ex.
I know that it's stupid --- and silly -- to sound as if my whole life revolved around being somebody's ex girlfriend. But I can't help it... that title packs a pretty strong punch. I am now an official member of the "loved-and-lost" club. And while it's a title I don't exactly want, I have to admit that it does say some things about me.
I am an ex.
I once loved someone who loved me back. But he didn't want to stay...So I had to let him go. I cried.... a lot. I spent countless nights wondering what went wrong, muffling my sobs with my pillows so my parents wouldn't suspect that something was amiss. I'd reminisce about our happy times, then break down when I'd realize that he was no longer mine. I analyzed every single detail of our breakup. I wrote long emails to my closest friends. I talked endlessly about my situation. I spent my nights in tearful telephone conversations and my days in daydreams where we'd end up in each other's arms again.
Sometimes he was still my angel, still my knight in shining armor who I'd do anything for just to have back. But sometimes, I saw him as the devil incarnate who broke my heart in the worst possible way, and who deserved to be horsewhipped at the very least.
I told myself that it was all for the better. That this was what was best for the both of us. That this was God's plan. My friends offered similar advice, none of which I hadn't heard before: "It's a sign that you're not meant for each other," "When God closes a door, He opens a window," "Someone better is coming for you," "There are so many other fish in the sea," etc. But it didn't work. Because dee! p down, I still believed that he was the one, the only one. And I couldn't understand how this was all for the better... when every day seemed more torturous than the last... not being able to be with him the way I wanted to be, seeing him so unaffected, and dealing with my broken-and-smashed heart and my bruised ego.
I tried to immerse myself in other activities to forget about him. I went out a lot. I filled my schedule with movie marathons, shopping sprees, and Dance Maniax. It worked for a while... but then there were times -- times when my mind was cleared of the busy thoughts I tried to occupy it with -- that I would think of him. His memory would sneak up to me on tiptoes, catching me in my most vulnerable moments.
I tried to show the world that I was OK. That I was over him. That it was fine just being friends. I didn't go around with a big "X" on my forehead, nor did I go around with puffy eyes and a tissue box. I tried to live my life, as I knew it before I m him. People thought that I was doing great. They heard me laugh and they saw me smile; I seemed happy, they said; and I told myself that I was. But in the solace of my room, where I tried to organize my thoughts and sort out my feelings, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't truly happy. Because I was still yearning for someone, and my heart still ached for something that could not be.
It's been over ???months since we broke up, surprisingly, things have gotten better. I've changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized that he wasn't the only one out there for me. I also realized that there were valid, powerful reasons why we split up. And I've become stronger, older, and wiser. He's changed as well -- when I look at him, sometimes I still see the boy I fell in love with. Sometimes I think that he's the same person... he stil l has the same goofy smile and mischie! vous charm that I fell for, and I like to believe that the rest of him is unchanged as well. But then I take a closer look and I realize that he HAS changed...that I don't know him anymore, not really... not enough to love and care for him as I once did.
I am an ex.
I've loved and lost. I've cried tears for the things that were and that could have been. I've wrestled with intense feelings of love and hate, of jealousy, of frustration. I've simultaneously taken down and brought up my pride. I've tried to rebuild my world without the person whom it used to revolve around. I've tried to save myself from the depths of depression and self-pity, and when I couldn't do that, I turned to God for help.
I don't know exactly what I gained, or how much I lost. Maybe someday it will be all clear to me...then again, maybe not.
"You didn't have to tell me how you used to love me. I was keeping my silence...you should have done the same. siguro okei lng sayo na sabihin yun kse wala na...tapos napro sana naisip mo na maybe...just maybe...it would hurt mekse hanggang ngayon mahal pa rin kita though we never had anything between us. I love you even if that's not the love you need"