tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44086739594777627982024-02-19T03:32:17.946-08:00perfectly imperfect realitymy realities..
The once perfect things I have believed in..
Voided, yet still perfectly satisfyingKeeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-8936701228165825672020-10-14T06:57:00.001-07:002020-10-14T06:57:51.004-07:00Reminiscence of an Empty Soul<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"> Hey there,</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Yes, it’s me. Do you still remember who I am?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I’m that girl in the grey hoodie and denim shorts you met at the bar.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Remember that night when we met? I was the timid one.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The one, who wanted to go home early, and who was very quiet the entire time.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Remember exactly 2 years ago? </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">We went and had dinner with a couple of your friends and then we spent the entire night until early morning just talking? We melded together perfectly back then.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">It was kind of ironic that we practically grew up side by side.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>We went to the same school and we even had the chance to work in the same place, but we only found each other 2 scores after.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It was serendipity as you said.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It was surreal.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It was fate.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">It all fell into place, and it was like everything was planned by the cosmos.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>We were happy.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>All we do is banter and smile.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>We had the occasional petty fight, but then we would take a moment to ponder on what we were arguing about and laugh it off.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">We were a team. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Now, we play the same sport, we wear the same uniform, but it is as if we are strangers.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>What happened?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Was it all a dream? Was I? Were you?</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">What became of that power duo we tried so hard to build? What was our kryptonite?</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">You smile... I smile.,. We pretend we are okay...</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">We never argue anymore, but we barely talk...</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I would rather have those nonsensical moments rather than this long silence...</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">2 years ago, you saved me from a deed that I was planning.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I had the razor ready, and I finally had the courage to use it, but then you handed me a glass of cold lager and I gave breathing another chance...</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Now, I am strong enough to live..to face everything because of you...</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">But why this?</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">I am alive, but empty...</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">Even more broken than before...</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;">You were my salvation, but then because of love, you became my downfall...</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; 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<span style="color: red;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dear
Heart,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> You
are strong. Keep fighting. I know you are battered, shattered even, but
you still keep on beating. You have been
through a lot of turmoil, but you managed to see it through.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I know
you are presently bleeding. It hurts to
know that despite your value, you are thrashed and tattered to bits, but it
amazes me to know that despite being torn apart, you are still struggling to
survive. You never gave up the hope that
in time you will be whole again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I
treasure you, dear Heart, you are precious; never let your experiences tell you
otherwise. Please know that you may be
hurting now, and when you heal the marks will remain, but I am asking you not
to let those scars define who you are.
Think about all the challenges you have been through, and how you came
out bruised but victorious.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> A
gentle soul whispered to you as you lay there silently glowing dim. It knew that you were iron-clad, and that you
will eventually shine bright once again.
It told you that you were created for far better reasons than what you
have been fighting for. It told you to
remain strong and to eventually stand up and start beating strongly again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Yes,
dear Heart, you are indeed sturdy, you choose to keep on existing despite the
pain you are currently feeling. I know
you will eventually find in your essence to continue believing in the very
thing you once fought for: LOVE. Love
can come in all forms; I do hope you realize that now. Love need not be romantically-inclined; it
can be purely platonic but completely satisfying. Yes, you were a warrior for Love, but you got
wounded because of your battles. You
started to believe that you fought for all the wrong reasons, I tell you now,
that all the reasons were acceptable, it is the way you view those reasons that
were slightly distorted. When you got
hurt, you immediately believed that what you have been fighting for was never
real to begin with. Please, dear Heart,
do not cloud your judgement by the tears and the pain you acquired when the
battle was lost. I tell you that Love
does exist, it may not be in the manner that you expected, but it is real. Please take time to heal and come back
stronger.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> You
fought bravely for things that you stalwartly believed in. You wear the battle scars of your zeal. You are brave, but it is time for you to open
your eyes to the reality that there will be battles where you have to face
defeat in order to for you to appreciate all your victories.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> All things,
both good and bad, must end, dear Heart.
Learn to accept that and move on.
You fought a great battle, but learn to recognize a losing one and let
go. Keep in mind that you only gave up
on the battle, but not on the war.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Rest
now, dear Heart, close those aching eyes and breathe deeply. Always know that you are loved and
treasured. Have a rest and when you are
ready, open your arms and face the world, for that which you held dearly would
still be there.</span></div>
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Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-71490442735130950242017-08-21T03:42:00.001-07:002017-08-21T03:42:55.168-07:00When Break-Ups are not Romantically Inclined<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
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When I was a little kid, my parents have always taught me
to be tough. Lessons of self defence,
street smarts and guile were common in our household. My mom and dad made sure that we were
well-versed in the art of living the real world.</div>
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During those times, I was never allowed to cry because of
petty things. Tears were reserved for
things that matter. Grades, achievements
and failures were not a reason for me to cry.
I can still remember my dad telling me, “<i>Ay sus, Amo lang sina mahibi ka.Ano ka pigaw</i>?”(Why cry for something
not worth it, are you weak-hearted?), but I have to tell you even if I was
brought up to be a bad-ass, I failed miserably in the holding-tears
department. I was a crybaby. I cry over all things that I think matter
(yes! The death of Little Foot’s Mom mattered to me!!!), and there was nothing
my dad could do about it.</div>
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When I got older, I realized that I could control my
tears even if I feel like bawling. Years
of training made me see that even if I feel like I was the most worthless
person on earth, I could still pretend that I don’t give a rat’s ass, I will do
everything not to give my detractors the satisfaction of knowing that I feel
bad. I would pretend to be okay, and
then I would go home and cry like a 2 year-old until I have no more tears, and
the I stand up and go on with my life.</div>
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I was taught to be strong but sympathetic...to be
indifferent but considerate...to be a warrior with a conscience. I was
glad that I was brought up this way by my parents. I was brought up to pursue life like a war
machine, but I was raised to be full of humanity.</div>
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They trained me to keep all emotions to myself, but I was
always reminded that no matter how thick my walls will be, I will always be a
victim of love, and that love will always hurt.
It was always inculcated in me that love will never be something that will
be given in a silver platter, but it will always be a product of
something. Love will always be an effect
of something you will do. The things you
have to go through to gain it will be tiresome, heart-wrenching and
nerve-wracking, but to finally grasp it after those gruelling trials, will the
best feeling in the world. Love was
never meant to be ideal, it was meant to be real and it was meant to be strong.</div>
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With that as my mantra, I was always prepared for the
hurt, and I guess I have experienced it a couple of times, but to feel the love
after having bouts of tears and heartbreaks, makes all things tolerable. The feeling of making up with your special
someone after having bad fight is exhilarating; reconciling with a sibling
after a period of arguing takes a heavy burden off your chest. These feelings are what it means to love.</div>
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But what if it does not go exactly like that? What if
even love cannot fix what has been broken? What can you do? My answer is...MOVE
ON...walk away from the pain, and find another story.</div>
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Yes. Fairytale
romances and lifelong friendships are what every person dreams of, but not all
will have the opportunity to have both.
That’s life...That’s reality...That is Love.</div>
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They say love makes everything okay, but what if amidst
the love that you feel there was betrayal? Will it still be worth fighting for?
Yes, it is worth it, but if it is a one-sided battle, then give it up, and spare
yourself the heartache. </div>
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Yes. I am talking
about tough love. Cry, rant, get mad,
and walk away. It is easier said than
done, I know, but to tell you honestly, romantic breakups are easier to walk
away from than break-ups that happen between friends. Friendship is a constant thing that usually
defines who you are, hence the saying,” Tell me who your friends are, and I
will tell you who you are”, that is why to be betrayed by a comrade will give
you the worst feeling in the world. It
hurts to think that somebody you trust the most will also be the very person
that will take your weakness, bake it into a pie, and smash it to your
face. Nobody ever recovers from a heartbreak
caused by a broken friendship. </div>
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Fans of Popoy and Basha all know about the 2-month rule
after a romantic breakup, but have you ever heard of an nth-month rule for a
break-up between best friends? If you
do, then tell me because I personally have not heard of any. It takes a great deal of hatred or envy for a
person to turn her/his back on his friend and hurt her/him, and once that wound
is inflicted, it takes a very long time to heal. I was once told by someone that if 2 people
parted ways and never talked to each other again, the love between them was
real and the hurt was great, but if two people parted ways and remained friends
despite conflicts, its either they still love each other or they were never in
love (platonic or erotic) in the first place.
I guess that is the reason why most friendships, once betrayal happens,
are broken; they are mostly irreparable, because the people involved have
nurtured a love so true that nothing but the darkest and vilest intentions can
break it.</div>
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Friendship is synonymous to love, just like romance
describes love. You fall in love with
the people who you are friends with, and when you break up, it hurts you and
shatters your heart, but we all have to face the reality that even if
friendship will always be associated with love, it will somehow be in constant
disagreement with Truth. Always remember
that you can always be friends with everybody you love, but not all that you
treat as friends will be true to you.</div>
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So always have space in your heart for the reality that
breaking up with your best friend will always hurt more than a thousand
romantic break-ups, because you are breaking up with somebody you trusted, and somebody
who you devoted a part of your life to, that is why break-ups between couples
who were close friends before tend to hurt more.</div>
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Friendship needs to be nurtured, and needs to be taken
care of. If you can take care of a romantic
relationship with a person, then at least be capable of taking care of a
platonic relationship. If friendships go
awry, it tends to break you and make you doubt your decisions, but always look
at the actuality that despite the pain, like all relationships, you will eventually
have to move on from it.</div>
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Be the bigger person, walk away from the temptation to
get even with that individual. Keep in
mind that if he/she valued your relationship... your friendship... you will not
be in that situation. Sad and painful as
it might be, you have to let go of that diseased friendship.</div>
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Move on...wish that person well...pray for your former
friend... and begin anew</div>
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It is the only way you can prove to yourself that the
appreciation and the love you felt for that person was genuine. You will hurt, and you will have a lot of
questions, but eventually you will understand that Friendship, just like Love,
is a product. It is a product of common
interest, care, appreciation and trust.
If one of these falters, then it will never be a true relationship.</div>
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You don’t need to have a wagon full of friends. All you need is a small boat with a handful
of people that will help you row through the sea of life, and not drill holes
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All things in life hurt.
Learn to toughen up and learn when to shed your tears. Your heart was made to feel pain because it
is the strongest part of you. That is
what makes you human. Friendship and
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If you were betrayed by a friend, hug them, wish them
well, and close that chapter. Walk away
and continue with your life. It may just
be the move you need to become a better someone.</div>
Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-58251081451032567892017-01-14T19:04:00.000-08:002017-01-14T21:19:12.945-08:00GeminiRemember when we first met?<br />
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We were as different as 2 individuals can ever be. We never agreed on anything except on one thing:DANCE<br />
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For years we never see eye to eye, but God had plans for the both of us. We became the best of friends and then we became more than that..<br />
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8 years we faced everything life could possibly throw at us, and we remained strong. We surpassed illness, misunderstandings, and even the lost of a love one.<br />
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Majority of the time, I was handed the short end of the stick. I was always the one with the problems. You knew me better than anyone. I was never the one to wear my heart on my sleeve. I never lash out. I don't even shed a tear when I feel down. You were the only one who can see right through me. You can even sense that something wasn't right even through a simple text.<br />
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We were a team..We will always be a team. I don't know how the system went during the years that we were a couple, but it worked.<br />
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We know that we are far beyond perfect, maybe that's what made our relationship strong. We had our share of trials, but we remained steadfast.<br />
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People love the way our relationship goes. They don't know how we did it, but they love the way we work together. We are not the most ideal of relationships, and we are not conventional as all couple go but it works for us.<br />
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Remember the song we shared when we first got together?<br />
Remember the line," the vacuous night steps aside to give meaning to Gemini's dreaming"?<br />
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It was..and it will always be our song. It was depressing for most parts, and its meaning cloaks the most tragic story of romance ever written, but we loved it. We loved how a song so short could speak volumes.<br />
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We never had the same taste in music, and we were introduced to different forms of dance, but again we compromised. You supported me when I danced to the classical sound of Giselle and Nutcracker, and I cheered you on when you get down to the beat of Snoop Dogg and the Teriyaki Boys. You grimace but lend your ears to my weird taste in music when I force you to listen to the songs the likes of Wild Belle's "Keep You" and Scotty McCreery's "I Love You this Big", and I try my best not to scrunch my nose up when you keep playing your Christmas songs all year round.<br />
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We were never conventional, and we have the weirdest relationship any person could encounter, but it was perfect for the both of us. It was our own version of a fairy tale.<br />
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Now, the fates handed you a short straw, and I see you slowly fall apart. I never knew we could come to a point that our unconventional way of dealing with things would slowly leave us broken. Our exterior is cracking, and people can feel the tension. We never hang our dirty linen in public, but my heart soared for the support we are receiving.<br />
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Now it's my turn to be the strong wall you can lean on. I want you to know that it would take more than this incident to break us apart. We are, after all, super heroes. You have been there through all the tough times in my life, and I promise you I won't leave now. Though you did not utter a word, I know you need me now. We may have to go about our daily routines, but I know you do feel that I am with you 24/7.<br />
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The song goes,"We'll have about an inch space, But I'm here.I can breathe in what you breathe out"<br />
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Yes..I'm here. I'm not leaving..<br />
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We may have been built on tough love. No mushiness when it comes to dealing with each other, but now is the time to let them see that we are indeed what we are built out of:TOUGH LOVE<br />
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Love was never a responsibility for the both of us. It was what we were accustomed to..It was like we were indeed created to fit each other perfectly..like 2 perfect pieces of a puzzle. It was a way of life for the both of us.<br />
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Presence was never an issue for we have always been with each other through good times and bad.<br />
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You have been beaten down by things beyond our control, but we will get through this. We always do.<br />
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We managed to survive bouts of emotional typhoons and hurricanes. A little drizzle cannot wash away our foundation.<br />
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I never been one to express myself emotionally, but now I am laying this all out in the open. <br />
I support you, and I will always be here for you.<br />
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We are 2 parts of a whole..<br />
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We are strong..<br />
We are resilient..<br />
We will always be "Supertwins"..<br />
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<i>credits:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S7GZmjCMh4</i>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-5681736300526568052017-01-12T07:54:00.002-08:002017-01-12T07:54:36.118-08:00Don't BreakDear Heart,<br />
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It's a new year, but you have been feeling the same despair since day 1.<br />
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I know you're tired, but please be strong. Do not break. Continue to beat..Beat and fight for yourself and for the others around you.<br />
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These are trials that you have to face, and there will be times that you will hurt so badly that you will bleed. It's part of what you are. You were made to be strong..to surpass whatever trials come your way. You have never been one for the rules. In the anatomy of life, you never listen to the thoughts and opinions of the brain. You make your own decision, and you set your own path.<br />
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It's who you are, heart, so don't change. You trip, you stumble, and you always fall, but you still get up and keep on walking. You are strong, don't let other people tell you otherwise.<br />
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I know the past month or so has been tedious and a bit of a struggle for you. I can feel you hurting.. I can feel you getting exhausted. There are times that I can barely breathe because I can feel you take up too much space. I feel you trying to outrun the agony. I know you have been trying to escape the pain. I feel it every single day. I feel you getting weaker and weaker each day, but you kept fighting.<br />
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All you feel, I feel twice as much. Each time you run out of breath, I feel the suffocation. The times you run so fast just to be okay, I feel the crushing pain and the exhaustion. The moments you try to slow down and go numb, I feel the world closing in, and each time you feel like giving up, I can see the blackness creeping in the corners of my eyes.<br />
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You are strong,dear heart, I know you are. Hold on.<br />
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You have been hurt..You are bleeding..You have the battle scars for all your triumphs and failures..<br />
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I own you, so I feel all your trials and tribulations, but most of all I feel your pain and exhaustion.<br />
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Just rest and continue fighting,dear Heart..<br />
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Continue to love..Continue to Fight..<br />
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I cry each time you feel the sadness..<br />
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I love you,heart, that's why I'm urging you to be strong and keep fighting..<br />
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I know you're tired..be quiet..be serene..Rest..<br />
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but please..<br />
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Don't Break..<br />
<br />Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-13736006111943082732016-11-23T04:46:00.006-08:002021-02-12T20:25:54.977-08:00What's up,Dad?Dear Dad,<br />
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Hi!<br />
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How are you? I hope you are well. It's been a long time since we had a decent talk.<br />
I'm sorry we don't get to talk as often anymore. Life's been kind of busy. I guess there's no better time to catch up than the present.<br />
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Life has been good to me so far. I graduated Med school, I got my license, and guess what,dad, my limbs are still intact..hehehe.. I had the time of my life when I was studying in med school. It had a rough patches, but I managed to survive it all.<br />
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Frances and I are still together after 8 years, she can still keep up with my quirks and eccentricities. For sure, this one's a keeper *wink wink*<br />
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I still dance, paint and write,Do. oh, before I forget, the"karate kid" is back, though it's more of the MMA stuff rather than the wax in-wax out type that we used to do.<br />
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Margarette and Nicole are happily married with very beautiful children. Wayne will still be our "Buknoy" and Willott is still your "Sir" despite the fact that Eine already graduated college, and both of your boys are already career men..hehehe<br />
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Kyle is well on his way to becoming a dentist,Do, and Kurt is fastly becoming a male Kei when it comes to the performing arts. They still are your little babies even if they tower over all us at 6 feet 4inches.<br />
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You have 4 new very smart,very talented, and very beautiful grandchildren (none of which came from me,btw). Lucas is the eldest, he's an animal lover and loves to do his DIY with his mom. Eisner's the second one, he's all sporty and a very loving "kuya" to your 3rd and youngest grand daughter, Qaimish. She's very beautiful,do, and very radiant. Little Kenzie's the 4th one, and is just like me, She's a little hurricane, and tends to get all hyper for no apparent reason.<br />
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The rest of the gang is doing just fine. We did all these, and we achieved so much because you were there to guide us. Your simple, yet very firm, rules kept us straight.<br />
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It's amazing how technology can connect us, even if you're far. Distance, indeed, is not an issue with us. So, thank you, modern times, for this.<br />
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But isn't God more astonishing because even if heaven is light years away, and you are in a completely different dimension from us, I still get to tell you everything.<br />
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It was a good talk,Do. I still have a lot to tell you, but I know you're busy celebrating your birthday.<br />
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Let's talk again soon...hmmm..maybe later..:)<br />
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You may not have the luxury of your phone there, but at least you have mail. <br />
My mail will be sent to you as fast as I blink, for my message will be sent to you by angels in the form of prayers.<br />
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You know how much we all miss you. It's been 6 years, but it still feels like yesterday. I know you could read this, and I know you're proud of all of us.<br />
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We love you, and we miss you every single day<br />
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Enjoy heaven and please say Hi to the family for us..<br />
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Happy Birthday in heaven,Dodo!<br />
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Your spawn,<br />
KatrinaKeeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-79963750026879625192016-10-26T07:24:00.001-07:002016-10-26T07:27:34.042-07:00A ReplyDear John,<br />
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I'm sorry for the pain...<br />
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I'm sorry for this reality....<br />
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The thought of rejection never once came to mind. It was always about giving you the chance to experience what you have been deprived of for so long.<br />
You always tell me that all you ever dreamed of was to be wanted..to be a priority. I gave you a chance to experience all that. I know you felt like I left you broken. It was never my intention. All I ever did was set you free..Free from the pain of unrequited love, the disappointment of a one-sided relationship, and most off all, I freed you from the chains of a blinding infatuation.<br />
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Believe me when I say that I do want you with me..that I want you to exist in my universe.<br />
Trust me when I tell you that all I ever wanted was to help you experience the love that you coveted.<br />
Know in your heart that it was the only thing that I could do to help you see that there are still others that deserve what you wanted to share with me.<br />
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I never rejected you..<br />
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I never said I didn't love you..<br />
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I want you to know that I have and I will always love you..But please also keep in mind that the love I feel for you will remain platonic. I love you as strongly as a sister loves her brother..<br />
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I will try shield you from the things that could tear you down..<br />
I will do my best to be your ally as you face the harshness of life..<br />
and..<br />
I will do everything that I can to protect you from yourself..<br />
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You are your own worst enemy. You hold your own fate. Do what you can to hold yourself up as you try to absorb the fact that we will forever remain this way..<br />
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Keep this with you always..<br />
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I love you for I see a part of me in you..<br />
I love you for you became a part of me too..<br />
I love you for what you are..<br />
I love you..for you are my brother..<br />
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Be strong..<br />
Be faithful..<br />
Be god-fearing..<br />
Be a good man..<br />
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I will always be here...<br />
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<br />
Jane<br />
<br />Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-37527268233468317082016-09-29T09:40:00.000-07:002016-09-29T09:40:18.568-07:00Tears in a Dream<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: Hi!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her:Hey,what's up?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: I have something to say.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her:What?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: I love you</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her:Why?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: Because...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: That's not good enough</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: But I'm saying it with all sincerity</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: If you are, then let me you ask a question</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: What?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: Do you love because you see a confidant, or do you love me because you need love in your life?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: I love you because you made me feel that despite my imperfections I can still be a good man.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: What if I don't feel the same?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him; It would hurt, and I would definitely have a broken heat, but it's the price of true love</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her; I'm glad you feel that way.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him:Why?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: Because I also love you.....................................</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him:.....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her; As strongly as a sister loves her brother.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: I totally understand. I'm happy we had this chat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: I appreciate it also</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: Wait..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: Yes?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him; Would this all be over?the friendship?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her; No,it won't. Continue loving yourself, and you can always bet I'm here beside you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: Will you still love me?or by any chance be in love with me?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: Know this and take it by heart. I will always be here for you, no matter what. I will be your ears, you shoulder, and I would most definitely be your cane.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: So you will forever be with me?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her; If you want me to be here.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: I do</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: Then it's settled. I will be your shadow</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: Will you hold the broken pieces of my heart?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: I will. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him; Will you put it back together?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: I will help you heal, but not in the way you want me to</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him; Will you be mine.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: I will always be yours</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: The pieces are starting to mend</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: It would crack with the dawn..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: Yes, I know.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her: Be strong each time it mends and cracks for it will always be a cycle</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him; Why?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Her; For each time you wake up, you would realize that the only time I'm loving you is through this dream.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; font-size: large;">Him: I know, my angel. Goodbye.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Dreams are our escape, but some dreams were meant to make you realize that the situation you are in are just that...DREAMS...</i></span></div>
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Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-91481663508285424532016-09-15T08:03:00.001-07:002016-09-15T09:22:21.728-07:00UnspokenI'll speak the words you're unwilling to accept<br />
Through your actions, you silently cried to me to be your voice<br />
Thank you for speaking waves in your silence<br />
for now,dear John, you're words have been spoken..<br />
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I love you for you are different<br />
I love you for being new<br />
I love you for reasons I cannot fathom<br />
I love beyond what I understand<br />
I love you for the hurt<br />
I love you for the rejection<br />
but most of all..<br />
I love you for the reality of what is meant to be<br />
<br />
I see you from afar, and I see how you smile.<br />
I see you with a frown, and secretly wish I could make it disappear even for a while<br />
I see you in pain, and I want to run to your side<br />
I see your tears, and I painfully look away overpowered with pride<br />
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I want to hold you, but I fear that you would let go<br />
I want to touch you, but you shied away<br />
I want face you, but you slowly turned your back<br />
I tried to man up, but I lack that push<br />
I see myself raw, but you just stood there blindly<br />
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You gave me your time, and I gave you the truth<br />
You gave a once-over, that opportunity I took<br />
You had no emotion when we met, I felt myself falter<br />
You shook your head, and I know you asked if I was sincere<br />
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I try to be brave, but I lack the courage<br />
You saw through the cracks, and I was left bare<br />
I know you have your doubts, but please hear me out<br />
I have a broken past, but I try to renew it now<br />
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You walked away, without giving me a second glance<br />
I knew I screwed up, despite being given a chance<br />
I am far beyond perfect, and I know I am broken<br />
I have to face the fact that this words will be left unspoken<br />
<br />
I know you're cynical, I can't blame you<br />
I played with hearts until I met you<br />
This time I swear, my intentions are true<br />
But the disbelief in your eyes left me blue<br />
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I will always be silently wishing for my missed opportunities<br />
But I blame myself for not showing my sincerity<br />
When I talk to you through words I am unfazed<br />
But I never had the character to show it to your face<br />
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I wish I was strong enough to show I care<br />
But knowing how you feel, I certainly wouldn't dare<br />
I am pretend to be heartless and really tough<br />
But you stood up to me and called my bluff<br />
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You were the first to ignore the advances I did<br />
I saw my heart, and it was the first time I saw it bleed<br />
This is the payback I get for breaking them and making them wish they could die<br />
A first for me, for this is the only time I allowed myself to cry<br />
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You said goodbye through cryptic words<br />
I said please hold on, but you left my pleas unheard<br />
I have wronged a lot, and this time I feel the pain<br />
A lesson so tough, but now I know trust has to be gained<br />
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You walk away without looking back<br />
I regret crushing feelings before, for now I fit on the very same rack<br />
I guess from the start, success has never been with me<br />
and I guess it still won't be<br />
You are gone and I know I can never make you stay<br />
It was a privilege loving you anyway<br />
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<br />Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-90091553846974120122016-09-14T09:35:00.000-07:002016-09-14T10:15:03.095-07:00Dear John<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Dear John,</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> I know it hurts.. I can see the emotions bottled up. I sympathize.</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I feel for you. My eyes tear up seeing you this way. My heart cracks seeing you feel the pain you try so hard to avoid. I know how you feel. I have been there.</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sorry..</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You have to realize the harrowing reality that love was never made to make you happy. It was never meant to exist as the easiest thing on earth. Love will always be painful, it will always hurt. It was made not to be enjoyed the moment you feel it, but was created to make you feel the thorns around each rose you pursue, and when you feel and survive the pain, there you begin to appreciate the essence of what the word LOVE really means.</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes,I know it's not the most romantic thing you have ever heard. It was never meant be associated with romance in the first place. It was always designed for you to appreciate every good thing that comes your way after all the trials and tribulations.</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You ask me why I look at it as something distressing. Here is my answer:</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love has always been a product. It has never been the cause of things. No matter where you go, or whoever you meet. No one will offer you Love at hand for that matter. It will always be an end result. </span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the love of a mother to her newborn after hours of excruciating labor</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the love of a couple after going through the mishaps and throes of courting</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the love of the people for their country after seeing it destroyed by foreign lands</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It will never stand alone, It will always be a mix of all that exists, that's why when everything ends, LOVE is all that remains. It will always exist beyond the thrashing and gnashing of bitterness and despair, you know why? because despite being borne out of difficulty and hurt, Love will always be iron-forged;it will always be perfect. It will reflect everything you sacrificed just to achieve something good and something immaculate. As a saint once said, "love dies without sacrifice"</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now that I have answered your question. I will say this to you:</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I see your pain..I see your doubts, and I even see the struggle hidden within your hard eyes. I see the tears and the guilt behind those dimpled smiles. I can see more of what you hide that you could ever imagine. I see you as a scared little boy hungry for love amidst all the attention you have been given. I know it hurts not being able to grab the most coveted feeling in the world. You know it, You had a taste of it, but you have never fully owned it.</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It hurts to see a battered soul suffer and not be able to achieve what he greatly deserves, but you will,one day, understand that everything you want in life, you will eventually get, but not at the timing you want and definitely not in the form you expect. </span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Please let go and walk away for you will someday realize that all this suffering..all this rejection will spawn into a beautiful friendship that could hopefully bloom into a beautiful appreciation for one another. May you be able to learn to embrace all the pain and the tears. As you begin to earn love little by little, through the torment you've been through, please use it on yourself and learn to appreciate the person you are starting to become. Be a great person, and be a great man. Use the love you have harvested from all the pain to make yourself better, for someday you will be able to earn enough love to build a beautiful relationship with the right person.</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I will always be here to guide you through rough patches. It may not be by your side, but I hope that my mere presence will help you realize that it's enough to push on and embrace the pain. bear in mind as we part the message that I will leave:</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love is infinite..You can always make more if you want to..</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Take on all the adversities and emerge iron-clad for I will be here by the sidelines cheering and proud..</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you </span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm Sorry</span><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Good bye..</span><br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnqeh3gMUC3CdQidpXpPfaSBRb3PESeG8T0GRvj9JJuj2a3xdXhQI07-Ha75RBjisxiXUCtKDGr6WaZ5a2LB6SRQGNpLlaBo1uIhPve13SIFzLFkNc6IoH2C7ByTME6hIOat3J7bZbP7P/s1600/14348714_10154527324078377_1867336993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnqeh3gMUC3CdQidpXpPfaSBRb3PESeG8T0GRvj9JJuj2a3xdXhQI07-Ha75RBjisxiXUCtKDGr6WaZ5a2LB6SRQGNpLlaBo1uIhPve13SIFzLFkNc6IoH2C7ByTME6hIOat3J7bZbP7P/s640/14348714_10154527324078377_1867336993_n.jpg" width="480"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Love never says I have done enough"</td></tr></tbody></table><br><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br></span>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-70908058403710119762016-05-08T09:58:00.001-07:002016-05-08T10:03:02.760-07:00A Heart's Message to Soaring Wings<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Dear Loves,<br /><br />Congratulations!<br /> You all did great..<br />Thank you for everything.for the friendship..for being constantly there..<br />For the laughter..For the push every time I feel like giving up..For the constant reminder that I am stronger and smarter than I really am..I may be older than you, but you all became, in one way or another, my friend, my confidant, my partner, my secret lover..my family..<br /><br />You conquered Medschool and Internship..Next phase of this challenge is the Boards,<br />I know you can do it.. You will all pass..claim it..<br />The preparation and the review will be time-consuming, nerve-wracking, and you will be both physically and emotionally drained. The months leading up to the final leg of the MD race is tiring, and you will be exhausted majority of the time. Hold on and persevere..and in 5 months time, you will all be beaming with pride, while holding up that little plastic card.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There will be times that you will get too tired to go on.. You will feel the pressure building as September approaches. When everything gets too hard, or too tough. Pause for a moment, drop your books, get some fresh air, and pray.. Prayer goes a long way..Take it from someone, who constantly went through hell and had countless bouts of panic attacks while preparing for the examinations. Prayer gets you through all the rough patches, guys..It will surely give you the boost you need to pass that coveted examinations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I have always been clingy, and I unknowingly became a big sister to most of you. I never see myself as your resident, I always see myself as your "manang" . Seeing you go makes me sad, but it makes me happy at the same time knowing that your dreams will soon become reality. I don't like letting go of the familiar.. And being the new kid, you, all, were my safe haven.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I have never been academically gifted, but I do hope that I have taught you enough. Just remember that no matter what you do, the grades you get will never be a reflection of the kind of person you are. Aim to top the Boards, guys, so that if you fall short, you will still pass. Never settle for the mediocre, always aim for the best.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Remember that I will always be a text or call away when you need someone to talk to..I will be here for you 24/7. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I fell in love with each and every single one of you,guys..Thank you for everything..You made training bearable for a person with a pathological clingyness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fly high, loves..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Spread your beautiful wings and soar..and when you land, I will be there happy to welcome you home..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Love You,Guys</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'll Miss You</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">From,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Your Overly Attached "Manang"<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-89220662787852903672016-05-08T08:03:00.000-07:002016-05-08T08:03:49.377-07:00The Pains of Being Clingy<div style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">
Everything that exist in this lifetime changes. Nothing remains constant.</div>
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From the moment we we opened our eyes, and became a being of this reality, we were designed to accept that somehow everything we see around us will constantly evolves..May it be the people we know, the buildings around us, or just the simple everyday things we see round us.</div>
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Since I was a kid, I always had a hard time letting go of the familiar.</div>
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Yes, I am adventurous, I like to try new things, but there's this part of me that always hold on to the comfortable and safe.</div>
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When I was 2 years old, I was introduced to the world of dance. Some people even say, that I learned how to skip and gallop long before i even knew how to walk and run, and since it then it became my safe haven, my sanctuary. Yes, I admit that I grew up trying everything new that life offered me..From skinning my knees while learning skateboarding to having rope burns and calloused hands while climbing, but I always find myself coming back to 1st love:DANCE</div>
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That is how I am. I'm an expert at holding on, but I am still learning the art of letting go. I am a vice grip, when it comes to letting go of something that means so much to me. I have this irrational fear that if I let go, they would all slowly fade and disappear from my world.</div>
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I have been in school for more than half of my life, and despite of my clingyness, I never cried during graduation, because I believe that we my friends and I would eventually see each other after the event, but when I was in Medical School, it became more than I could handle, I tried to suppress my weakness, since I know after Medicine, we would all go on our separate lives, and I had a fear that the last day of internship would probably be the last time I would see some of my future colleagues. Boards and oath taking came and I thought I would be oayk, but then The residency training started, and I found myself in another sticky situation. As a resident physician, you are responsible for all the clerks and interns. I found myself falling in love with each and everyone of my JIs and PGIs, and just when I thought there would be another day, I would realize that it's already the end of the rotation, and that dreaded shifting party is being organized. I never enjoyed saying goodbye to my interns. I always ahve a heavy heart when it's time for us to part ways, and each time i feel that pang of sadness, I go back to my comfort zone: a dim room, with barre and mirrors; the dance studio. There, i dance my sadness away, and when another day begins, I pretend to be alright, with a pretend smile plastered to my face. It </div>
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Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-52176994867055654512016-05-02T06:36:00.002-07:002021-02-12T20:32:01.323-08:00Love..the 2nd time around<div class="_4-u3 _5cla" style="border-top-left-radius: 3px; border-top-right-radius: 3px; border-top-style: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.08px; padding: 16px;">
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Sadly, the story that started with "once upon a time" did not end with 'happily ever after. The girl was left behind, trying to glue together the pieces of her shattered heart, and the guy was never heard from again.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>As she sat, alone and broken, in a corner. A shadow blocked the only light she has left. As she looked up, she saw the most beautiful creature. An angel, yet completely human, and then she knew. He was an angel, who came down from heaven and cut off his wings, to save her form perdition. The heavenly being suddenly bent down, and caught the only tear that fell, from her left eye. the girl looked up, and the being spoke," Can i sit and share this corner with you?"..She answered," No, i don't wanna share with someone, who would suddenly leave, and take my corner with him". He replied," No, I won't..You will never lose this corner. You will keep this corner for eternity, and I swear that I will never,ever take anything away from you". The girl looked at him and said, "you just took something..You took away my tear drop"..He smiled and said, "ahh..That one, I have to take". The girl was confused,"why?". He took her hand in his, and slowly placed it on his chest," Because I was taking away your sadness. I am keeping it in here, and i promise you that it would be the last teardrop that you will ever shed"</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>"Will you be my 21st Treasure?"</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>kinda like a movie,right?actually..the question was asked sang galantaw movie..hehehe..ironic, dont you think?..</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>When girls turn 18..Most of us will have a coming-of-age or debutante's ball, more commonly known as the DEBUT..As the tradition goes, the debutante will have her 18 roses, 18 candles, and of course, her 18 treasures.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Well..A friend of mine (a guy) had his 21st birthday when we were in Manila getting ready for our licensure exams, and since the both of us were so bored..we decided to have our very own "DEBUT"..with him as the celebrant, and me as the guest..</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Of course..ako ang 21 candles, 21 roses, and since I was his only guest..I was obligated to give him 21 treasures..(naputo ako..hahaha)</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Too bad..I was only able to give him 20 treasures..since i ran out of significant things to offer..So I decided to present him with a binded copy of my poems ..and since I was super broke..It took me a while to get it bookbind(actually..asta subong wa xa na bind)..and since matamad ako..gnsave ko nalang sa usb..and decided to give him the usb instead(oh, diba creative)..</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Today was the day that I was suppose to give him that last treasure..kag since hangag si mare, nliptan ko sa blay..So wa nlng..surprised ptni..</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Since we had nothing to do..We decided to go to SM, and watch a movie..T,k MMFF..puro tagalog films..we chose "SHAKE, RATTLE, AND ROLL X" nlng..</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>The movie was not that scary, but the 2nd episode was a bit disturbing..and then..TOINK!!!..he popped the question..</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>"Will you be my 21st treasure?"</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>Aragay..I thought nlimtan na ang treasure2 na 2..k dugay2 na gid ya..but I guess not..</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i><b>So..though it was kinda funny how the process unfolded..It was still unIque, and very romantic..hehehehe..nkilig ko..and i have made my decision..</b></i></span><br />
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Despite all the bad drafts before, I did get my fairytale.. Love really is sweeter the 2nd time around. my story still has a lot of unwritten chapters, but i know. someday, somehow..it would end with the words, "and they live happily ever after"..</span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #f3f3f3;">HAPPY 88th, MY "ONE"..Thank you for helping me glue things back together. I know, it took a lot of effort on your part to help me get through things that i never imagined i would experience. You were there all throughout the events i have gone through for the last 7 years, and even before our love story started. You were a stranger, once, and then you became my friend, my confidant, my brother, my prince, and now my other half. You have been so good to me and to my family. You really are HEAVEN-SENT. The idiosyncrasies of my life were tolerated by you, and despite all my imperfections, you still gave me everything , and made me the most beautiful, woman in your world.</span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="color: #f3f3f3;">THANK YOU SO MUCH... I LOVE YOU</span></div><div style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">It's nice to hear such a fairytale, right? It only happens to the best of us, and sadly it did not happen to me... I do hope and pray you get your happy ending.</span></div><div style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Keep smiling!<br /></span><span class="photo photo_left" face="helvetica, arial, sans-serif" style="clear: left; color: #141823; float: left; max-width: 180px; padding: 2px 10px 5px 0px;"><span class="caption" style="border: 0px; color: #333333; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; padding: 2px 0px 0px;">"I gave you the key..You gave me your heart"</span></span></div>
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Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-50795274437866367822016-05-02T03:23:00.000-07:002016-05-03T04:28:48.002-07:00Unreciprocated..But Moving OnYes..It hurts<br />
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You may have been misunderstood, and you may have been ignored..</div>
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That's Life..That's Love..You give your all..you get frustrated..you get hurt..you mope..you get mad..you lose hope..but then..time will come..you will raise your head..you will smile..and the you'll move on..</div>
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I got my heart broken numerous times.. May it be because of unforeseen circumstances or things that I already expected to hurt me..</div>
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My biggest heartbreak was losing the man I have ever loved deeply..He was taken away too soon..He's never coming back..and no matter what I do..the only thing that I have, as a memory, is who I am..the blood that course through my veins, half of my genetic makeup, and this rattail that I have swaying as I walk around during rounds...It was a struggle for me for the past 6 years, since he was my idol,,he was my hero..and he was the only man that never made me cry..except for the day he went away..</div>
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Yes..I break down easily..I cry over simple and petty things.. I cry over cartoons, sad movies, hell, I even cried all throughout the 2nd part of "How to Train Your Dragon"..</div>
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Life is not always a bed of roses..Its not always rainbows and smiles,, Yes, everything we experience starts with "once upon a time", but not all of them ends with,"happily ever after". You write your own stories.. You make your own plot, and if you find yourself miserable amidst the lines that you compose, you can always change the tale. You hold your own happiness, it doesn't rest on other people's hands, so you can never blame somebody else for your own misery.</div>
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If you find yourself spiraling down, do not drag other people with you. Never trample other people's joy..A broken heart is not enough of a reason to destroy your character, and to smear other people's reputation. If you find yourself cheated by fate, and ganged up on by love and destiny, then turn your back and make another fairytale. You are entitled to our own happiness, but it is not a reason for you to make other people look bad just to make yourself feel better.</div>
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We all have that moment, where we all feel alone in our corner, and all we see through our eyes is hate. A one-sided love is a fate worse than death. You get your heart shattered to the point of being irreparable. Each time you see that person, you feel yourself being stabbed endlessly, and every moment you get to remember the "what ifs" and "if onlys", you feel your very soul slowly breaking away. Yes, it is painful beyond words..It destroys every fiber of your being, but it is not a reason to destroy relationships..to break friendships,,</div>
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Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-68097202271099070592011-07-29T06:38:00.000-07:002011-08-15T05:18:35.700-07:00A Twisted Tale of Love<span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Once upon a time, a there was a girl and a boy. The girl's name was Indifference and the guy's name was Love. Indifference was the type of person, who would never give anything away. It was even difficult to extract a smile from her emotionless lips. All she does is look at you, nod, and go back to what she was doing. Love, on the other hand, was a guy that would seem aloof, but was actually, a big package of sweet words and emotions, just waiting to explode. Indifference was frank, while Love choose to just sit down and keep quiet. Love was an idealist,while Indifference was a die-hard realist. They both live very different lives, and they were the most incompatible couple you will ever meet. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /><i>....One day, Fate was bored with her usual chores, and so she decided to do the unthinkable, she decided to pair up the most imperfect pair she could find. So she searched far and wide, and her eyes settled on these 2 mortals, the oblivious Indifference and Love the dreamer. Fate decided to make the two meet. She did everything so they will cross paths, and after a lot of trial and error, they did. And this is what happened after the 2 of the most opposite people in the world meet and say "hello".... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>
<br /></i>Indifference was sitting in the bar, continuing to think that life is a dreary business. She went there, not because she wanted to, but because she had to. The bar was owned by her dad, and she had no choice but to get the inventory and manage it herself since her dad passed away and her mom was too busy saving lives. She was going about her own business, when suddenly this man, who was way too perky and vain for her taste, went up to her and said,"Hi". She looked at him with disinterest, and went back to the notebook she was busy writing in. Unknown to her, Love was one of the bar's sales agent, and that they will begin to see each other everyday whether she likes it or not. At first, Indifference couldn't care less of who works for the company or what goes within the 4 walls of the bar, but as time goes by, she begins to see the effort all the waiters, the bartenders and the sales agents put into what would be the success of the company. Love, on the other hand, continued to go about his work, ignoring Indifference. He continued to promote the bar until the bar became so popular that customers are too much for the 4 corners of the establishment to hold in. At a glance, you would see Love as a person, who cares for the bar as if it's his own, but unknown to everyone and unknown to the owner's daughter, Love cared for more than just the bar. He cared for the bleak, dreary girl, who manages it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /><i> ...Fate saw her plan was taking effect, and decided to take things a little further. She decided that the emotion and the chemistry shouldn't be one-sided. So she planted a seed in Indifference's heart, and with a shower of raindrops, the seedling started to grow......</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>
<br /></i> Indifference, at first, was annoyed with how Love acted. He was too jolly and lively for her. She preferred to be dark and quiet. But the longer they worked together, she noticed that she, too, was beginning to look forward to that smile and greeting every morning. She found herself looking at her phone every 5 seconds to check if there were any messages. She denied having feelings for Love because she knew that everything that Love is was all wrong for her personality. She was into noise and pessimism, while Love was all about hope and looking for that bright light at the end of the tunnel. So, she tried forgetting about him and concentrated on all the things that were wrong about him. With that, Indifference started to forget all that warm feeling inside if her and started to go back to her old, cold self.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > ....Fate saw what happened to the seed that she planted, and became frustrated. She won't allow any interference with the experiment the she so meticulously planned, so with all her strength, she sent a whirlwind of sweet thoughts and warm emotions towards the dying seed.......</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>
<br /></i> Indifference was beginning to feel like her old self again, when the health and sales department began calling up and started asking for the establishment's latest update. So she had no choice but to work with Love again. With that, there was no turning back. Indifference, though still a little dark and gothic, started to be infected with Love's bright disposition, and they started to get along. Love was happy to have Indifference give him the time of day, and was pretty ecstatic when he knew that Indifference felt the same he does, and so started the subtle exchange of something that was soon to be an unusual fairy tale.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /><i> ...Fate saw that her plan was working out perfectly, and so she sat back, and watched the progress of the story that she work hard into writing. Despair, Fate's sister, saw another seed of happiness growing, and decided that she doesn't need another positive thing in the world that she desperately tries to tear down, so she sent a big bolt of lightning to strike down that tree, and when the lightning bolt struck, it splits Fate's tree in the middle......</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>
<br /></i> Love and Indifference had a story that no other person can have. They were born into different worlds, Love into a world of happiness and light, while Indifference into a world of dysfunction. Despite being different, they manage to bring their worlds together and compromise. It was all going so well, when something heartbreaking occurred. Love's fiancé, Trust, was back in town, and Indifference's partner,Rules, started to work in the bar. Love had no choice but to go back to his old life and Indifference had to face the next day alone. They were torn apart by things that they can't control, and they began to question what they had and started to drift apart.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /><i> ....Despair, seeing what she did to Fate's precious tree, was delighted. At last, she finally destroyed one of her sister's most prized possession. Unknown to her, the lightning didn't kill the tree, it only split it in the middle, but the roots were still alive......</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>
<br /></i> Indifference wasn't the type of person, who would hold on to things she knows she can't have, but with Love, she tried everything she can to bring him back. She endured all the times she was alone, and the times she was sitting with her phone in her hands waiting for that characteristic tone that signals her that Love was thinking of her. She had finally given up, when suddenly, her phone lighted up. Love sent her a message that burned into her mind and into her heart forever, "I LOVE YOU"...that. Is all she needed to go on and smile. One night, she went out on the balcony, released a helium balloon, and said, "wherever you are, LOVE, this balloon will find you". Love, being on the other side of the world, did the same thing..and together they said, " wherever this balloon may float or explode, and that is how much I love you"...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br />Indifference and Love's balloon met above the pacific ocean and there the balloons exploded.. Indifference then whispered, "I LOVE YOU,LOVE, THIS BIG"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /><i> .....Fate saw the balloons and realized that despite having her precious tree destroyed..the love between the two was still alive..and so Fate, with her glittered cloak, floated away and smiled.... </i></span></div>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-54950227754396828252011-05-31T22:24:00.000-07:002011-05-31T22:28:44.982-07:00The Distance despite being Close<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Each day we grow closer, you seem to be slowly slipping away"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">All my life, I have never said anything about how i feel to anyone.<br />People would tell me that I was, either naive or just plain cold. I never argued with them, i just kept my mouth shut and smile.<br /><br />I am not the kind of person, who puts everything on display...I guess that's why a lot would say that I am not the ideal girlfriend because I am not the type of girl, who walks around town, cavorting with my partner. I don't like public displays of affection. Honestly speaking, I find it annoying to see other people, who thinks its ok to go around and kiss each other like there's no tomorrow..I mean "HELLO!!!..get a room"..For me, your emotions and affections towards each other should be something that must be kept between the two of you alone..Whatever you want to do together,may it be hugs or kisses, should be done in private. Its one thing to kiss someone affectionately in public, but its another thing to hug and kiss someone so torridly in front of a lot of people. Newsflash: That's the reason why locks and tinted windows were invented,ok?..<br /><br />I made a choice not to be emotional, and keep a straight face no matter how hurt, angry, or frustrated i was. I only allowed myself to express one emotion:HAPPINESS. I was getting along fine with my rationalizations and beliefs..then you came along...<br /><br />With you, I started questioning myself whether what i believe in is truly real or was i just afraid of getting hurt?...I looked at you for a minute, and i got my answer. Truth is, I was never brave enough to accept the fact that if i feel an emotion, i become very vulnerable. So instead of facing the truth, I build a wall around me and alienated everybody that could possibly cause it to crumble...with one exception:YOU..<br /><br />You started out as an infatuation, but I ignored the attraction because i knew the truth that you are already committed to someone else. I tried so hard to look away, but i just couldn't..All I had were stolen glances, and secret smiles..I never thought it would go on this long.<br />I was starting to get over you, when the messages started..and the sweet nothings came leaking out..The next thing i know, i was back to square one, but this time, I can no longer roll the dice and lose a turn..I have nothing else to do but move forward.<br />It's hard for me to admit that I intentionally let you destroy the barrier, which I had so carefully built around me..<br />I took the risk of falling in love with you, and with that i also embraced the pain that accompanies it..<br />I guess not everything turns out exactly the way you want it to be...<br />I was afraid to get close to you because I know that once I get a hold of you, I will never have the guts to let you go..<br /><br />But, now..Fate has other plans.. It gave me you for awhile, and it started to take you away, and with you, it also started to take away pieces of myself..And I can somehow feel myself slowly breaking apart..<br /><br />But I'm just a passerby, with no right to complain...Don't worry about me..someday..I will be fine..<br /><br /><br />If only,...You were mine..:,(<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span></span>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-80640782601628007132011-05-31T19:14:00.000-07:002011-05-31T22:24:13.127-07:00The Distance despite being Close<blockquote style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">"Each day we grow closer, you seem to be slowly slipping away"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">All my life, I have never said anything about how i feel to anyone.<br />People would tell me that I was, either naive or just plain cold. I never argued with them, i just kept my mouth shut and smile.<br /><br />I am not the kind of person, who puts everything on display...I guess that's why a lot would say that I am not the ideal girlfriend because I am not the type of girl, who walks around town, cavorting with my partner. I don't like public displays of affection. Honestly speaking, I find it annoying to see other people, who thinks its ok to go around and kiss each other like there's no tomorrow..I mean "HELLO!!!..get a room"..For me, your emotions and affections towards each other should be something that must be kept between the two you alone..Whatever you want to do together,may it be hugs or kisses, should be done in private. Its one thing to kiss someone affectionately in public, but its another thing to hug and kiss someone so torridly in front of a lot of people. Newsflash: That's the reason why locks and tinted windows were invented,ok?..<br /><br />I made a choice not to be emotional, and keep a straight face no matter how hurt, angry, or frustrated i was. I only allowed myself to express one emotion:HAPPINESS. I was getting along fine with my rationalizations and beliefs..then you came along...<br /><br />With you, I started questioning myself whether what i believe in is truly real or was i just afraid of getting hurt?...I looked at you for a minute, and i got my answer. Truth is, I was never brave enough to accept the fact that if i feel an emotion, i become very vulnerable. So instead of facing the truth, I build a wall around me and alienated everybody that could possibly cause it to crumble...with one exception:YOU..<br /><br />You started out as an infatuation, but I ignored the attraction because i knew the truth that you are already committed to someone else. I tried so hard to look away, but i just couldn't..All I had were stolen glances, and secret smiles..I never thought it would go on this long.<br />I was starting to get over you, when the messages started..and the sweet nothings came leaking out..The next thing i know, i was back to square one, but this time, I can no longer roll the dice and lose a turn..I have nothing else to do but to move forward.<br />It's hard for me to admit that I intentionally let you destroy the barrier, which I had so carefully built around me..<br />I took the risk of falling in love with you, and with that i also embraced the pain that accompanies it..<br />I guess not everything turns out exactly the way you want it to be...<br />I was afraid to get close to you because I know that once I get a hold of you, I will never have the guts to let you go..<br /><br />But, now..Fate has other plans.. It gave me you for awhile, and it started to take you away, and with you, it also started to take away pieces of myself..And I can somehow feel myself slowly breaking apart..<br /><br />But I'm just a passerby, with no write to complain...Don't worry about me..someday..I will be fine..<br /><br /><br />If only,...You were mine..:,(<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></span></blockquote>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-24676896211764794492010-07-28T19:59:00.000-07:002010-07-28T20:15:15.564-07:00parasites..dancing..and friends<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Yesterday, I was sitting in class listening to the professor talk about host-parasite relationships..he talked about symbiosis, opportunism, commensalism, and parasitism.<br />I was listening to him intensely that i forgot who and where i was. I then turned around...and saw my medicine classmates, listening attentively as well.<br />I was nostalgic just listening to Dr. Jurao. i was half expecting to see my medtech classmates when i turned my back on the teacher, and faced those who were sitting behind me. I was hoping to see them horsing around, not understanding anything at all.<br /><br />I graduated from BSMT last April 2008, but i can't seem to let go of those happy-go-lucky people i was with 2 years ago. I miss the way we were when we are all together..the "kantiawanay", the "lakwatsa", the "sleeping-anywhere", and most of all i miss the dancing.<br /><br />I used to dance when i was in college. I always look forward to PMT week, and the dance derby because i know..i would certainly lose weight..<br />I love dancing to the rhythm of fast-beat music, wherein "ang counting bala 2 steps per count☺"..and i like to see all of us in sync, its as if we are one. But most of all, i miss dancing to the cheering of my friends.<br /><br /> Now, i am dancing to a new music, and genre.. and my troupe is not the same anymore, but thanks to my lithium-deficient, one-of-a-kind medtech friends. i still know how to dance to the rhythm of life.<br /><br />THANKS,GUYS.. I mISS YOU!!!<br /></span></span>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-12969044880246397142010-07-12T20:23:00.000-07:002021-02-12T20:35:02.890-08:00Fairytales and Reality<span style="font-style: italic;">20 years ago..I was a kid..I was one of those little girls, who loved to read about a prince and a princess falling in love. riding off into the sunset, and remain happy for the rest of their lives.
Now, I still have a part of that little girl beside me, and let's just say that I am still fond of reading fairy tales. But these stories aren't in books anymore. These stories became a part of my life. It became a part of who I am.
My life is a storybook. I had my share of fables, myths, and, of course, my very own wonderland fairytale. As always, a story will never be complete without a villain. And my villain came in a form of death.
5 months ago, I became Snow White. I had my dwarves, my prince charming, and my own poison apple. The witch took my DAD away, and sadly, even a thousand true love's kiss can never bring him back. All this time I wish I was Jasmine so I could ask Genie to grant my wish to turn back time, or I could be Aurora so that I would have my 3 fairy godmothers to give my dad the gift of sleeping for a century, and wake up after someone gives him true love's first kiss. Unfortunately, all the wishes and gifts in the world can never bring him back. It can never turn back time.
His passing woke me up and made me realize that fairy tales do exist, and with it comes the reality of tears, pain, and lost love. I was able to see the truth that the "evil stepmother" is real, that no matter how enchanting and surreal her beauty is, the old hag will always be there lurking, ready to give you that poison apple. My dad unlucky enough to bite into the hag's apple, and because of that, he fell into a deep sleep..never waking up again.
I have moved on, and I have accepted the fact that my dad's in a better place now, but like all other little girls, I'm still hoping for a happily ever after. I'm still hoping to look through the looking glass and see my dad waving at me, smiling.
I am Snow White..I have my Prince Charming, my dwarfs, and of course..THE WICKED WITCH will always be there.
In time, I may be able to destroy the Witch, but for now..I'm gonna write my story page by page, and hope that this story would end with me looking at my dad, smiling, and saying," DO, we will always live happily ever after"</span><div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">This is in memory of my dad. I only had 22 years with him before the Almighty took him away from me and my whole family. This is one way of telling him that I know what happened, and I had accepted the fact that life really is unfair. I know he's reading this right now, and I know that he knows that we all miss him so much.
"Do, we know the "witch" took you away, but don't worry, her apple won't be inflicting pain or tears to anyone anymore. We love you soo much,do..We miss you. I just want you to know na number 4 gli ko sa skul..I know you are proud of me. I LOVE YOU..some people may not know it now, but I guess in time they would realize that the kids and the family you left behind will never leave each other behind and that you will be our inspiration to continue fighting"
</span></span></span></div>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-55202525981268394592009-12-21T06:46:00.000-08:002009-12-21T07:05:14.151-08:00Missing all the Simple things in LIfe<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">Looking back at all of the things that has happened to me in the last few days, I am starting to miss the the simple things. The things that most of us took for granted, because we were to busy reaching for the stars and the flags taht were to high.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My dad was taken to the hospital yesterday because he had a stroke. It took us all by surprise because he was still okay. He was just complaining that he was a bit drowsy, so we thought that he just lacked sleep because he accompanied my mom, the night before, to the hospital. Then all of a sudden he vomited, but he was still conscious..Since we were not with him during that time, the driver persuaded him to go to the hospital, but he refuesd. It was only when they ran into his 1st cousins that he was brought to the hospital..He was then transferred to Iloilo Doctor's Hospital from the Janiuay District Hospital.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In the E.R, he began to fall asleep. Everybody was trying to distract him so that he won't lose consciousness. He was then requested a CTSCAN, so we went to St.Paul's Hospital, since th IDH CTSCAN was unavailable. The result of his scan showed that he has a small bleed in the his cerebral area, and that his brain was already swelling. Because of the swelling, his 3rd and 4th ventricles were compress,and this had caused to increase the pressure inside his skull, so he was scheduled for a STAT OR. He had to undergo a procedure called ventriculostomy, wherein a tube was placesd inside his head inorder to evacuate the fluid that was accumulating inside so that the pressure would be decreased.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fortunately, after his operation, he was back to normal , even if his blood pressure is still erratic.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Today, he is alreadyokay...It was as if everything that happened yesterday was all a bad dream..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Never in my whole life did I expect that something like this would happen..Now,all i want is to wake once more and go about things just like before..</span>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-23374667797402536882009-10-26T06:54:00.000-07:002009-10-26T07:24:26.281-07:00DisgruntledI FEEL LIKE SHIT RIGHT NOW!!!!!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In my 22 years of existence..</div><div><br /></div><div>Most of which was spent in school..I have never failed an examination..hell!..I have never even took one reexamination...</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet..here I am now.For the 1st time in my god forsaken life..I will take my first-ever removal examination..in RESEARCH!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I still can't believe that i didn't get a passing mark!...damniT!!!!!!!!..I spent almost 2 days studying for this mofo subject..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Actually..I'm not mad because I didn't pass...I'm just not satisfied with the reasons why 11 out of 23 students were asked to remove and the rest failed..I mean..c'mon..We did our part..We studied hard for your examinations..Plus you're not the only one teaching the subject..There are 2 of you..How come you didn't acknowledge the other teacher's efforts?...YOU gave her topics to discuss, you instructed her to make an examination, you told her to compute our grades..THEN YOU DISREGARD ALL OF HER HARD WORK!!..Why didn't you incorporate the grades we got from her?...Why did you make this subject into a one-man show, when there were two of you involved?...I mean if you took the grades we got from her..all of us would have passed..but no!!...you chose to throw all her efforts away because you were trying to prove to the whole world that no one can outsmart you..You didn't give the other teacher the chance to be able to defend us by not informing her that the deliberation for research was today..</div><div><br /></div><div>You can't deny the fact that you didn't inform because we asked her if she going to attend the deliberation..and she was MOTHERFUCKIN" surprised that she wasn't informed..C'mon,MAN!!!...You can't do this..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Have a heart..You know that what you're doing is wrong..sooo..pls..look at the bigger picture..Why not let the students pass..they deserved to be able to see good results from what they have worked sooo hard on..and pls...have some respect fo your colleague..You're in this together..don't insult her by thinking that her teaching skills isn't good enough..coz come think of it..if more students passed her examinations..itonly means that she's a more effective teacher..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING! </div><div><br /></div>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-31527661967317699022009-10-21T06:07:00.000-07:002009-10-21T06:26:48.630-07:00MEDICINE..A nEw ChapterOkay...<div><br /></div><div>So its about a year now since I last posted here..</div><div><br /></div><div>YOU wanna know the reason why?... It's because I was not contented with all the blood and the tears I spilt during the last 5 years of my life... The last 5 years, which took me to the brink of insanity and back again..</div><div><br /></div><div>NO!... Enduring years of studying Medical Technology was not yet challenging for me..I had to plunge myself in another pit full of power-hungry people, and egotistical professionals just to be able to satisfy my thirst for knowledge...</div><div><br /></div><div>DAMN!!!..I took the liberty of getting a stone..NO..A BOULDER!.. and made use of it by shoving it up my ass..I mean..MAN!!... What the HELL was i thinking!!..c'mon..MEDICINE LIFE?..</div><div><br /></div><div>Sure..I got through the 1st semester..but shit!..i still have a long way to go..And who's to say i won't meet a lot of stupid-ass-shit people along the way..I mean..GOD!!!..When i was in college..I took research for granted, and still passed with flying colors..now..I have to spend half the night studying for this friggin' subject..hell!..I could fuckin' sleep my way through the night and still get a grade of 83 on my Neuroanatomy subject..but a 60 for Research??!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I'm not mad with the whole MEDLIFE, per se..I'm just ticked off by the fact that the whole class is failing one, measly minor subject because the person teaching it has an ego, the size of the whole galaxy, but possesses a brain that is as big as a booger!!!..calling that person,"peabrain", would be the overstatement of the year..I mean..HELLO!!!!!!YOU FAILED A LOT OF PEOPLE, WHO COULD CONSTRUCT BETTER SENTENCES THAN YOU..damnit,GUY!..you are soo full of yourself....grow up..just because you were such a loser when you took up medicine, doesn't mean you have to take out all your frustrations and spite on us...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>OKay..I've had my rants..I'm sorry if i took it out on the whole course..I love MEDICINE..I just HATE RESEARCH!!!!!!!!</div>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-44458759770124964982008-11-12T23:30:00.001-08:002008-11-19T00:19:26.559-08:00Taking on the world..and my life..I graduated last April 5,2008 with a degree of Bachelor of Science in Medical Technology.<br /><br />I was sooo happy that after 4 years of constantly slamming my head against concrete walls and metal lockers just to be able to understand the things that were supposed to learn as a part of the curriculum, I was able to go up the stage and receive my diploma..<br /><br />OK..soo it wasn't really that hard..but it was not that easy either..<br />Yeah..I admit..The first 2 years..I had it easy..It was mostly about the basic stuff..And since I graduated from Assumption, most of the topics I encountered during my college years were just simple recall from my lessons during my high school..<br />The third and last year of my Medtech life was PURE HELL..I have to admit..even if i did passed with flying colors..i never had the chance to enjoy those years..<br />There was no time to hang out and chill..What with all the requirements and subjects to pass...<br /><br />But I survived those 4 years..<br /><br />My next obstacle was the Licensure Examinations..yeah..for me..It was make-or-break because..unlike others, I only have one chance...if i don't pass it on the first try..I will not have the opportunity to take it once again because..I have to pursue something else..<br /><br />Yeah..The first 2 months of review classes were slightly difficult..because I took every session very seriously..but when the review classes in Manila started..I slackened..i was always late..i was absent more often than not..i never listen to any of the lectures..yeah..i copied notes..but my heart wasn't into it..<br />Study time at the dorm was fun..I admit..i was a bit encouraged to learn because my dorm mates was sooo conscientious.. but it got old after awhile..After the review..i stopped studying..I was more into hanging out..sleeping..all the things that would make me forget that i was about to take the BOARDS..<br />My friends were encouraging me to stop bumming around,and start hitting the books..but i told them that it was still a month before the exams..then before i knew it..it was just 2-3 days before the exams..I panicked..soo..i started reading..but i guess it didn't help..soo..again..i quit..<br /><br />I guess being a bookworm certainly has its perks..my comprehension was above par, and i mostly retained everything i learned, read and heard during the past months..but i was still not convinced..i have to say that the exams were easy..but not THAT easy..there were still some questions, that made me sweat blood..<br />After the test..we celebrated..and then it hit me..what if i didn't pass the exams because I did not take it seriously?...with that thought i cried..<br />Just imagine..from Megamall to Sta.Mesa..I never stopped crying..up until the time i found out that i PASSED..the tears won't go away..<br /><br />But i guess..I did it..even though I was not that dedicated..my 4 years of hard work and diligence did pay ofF..that is why when people say that in order to be a MEDTECH you have to be SMART..i would totally disagree..YEAH..INTELLIGENCE IS A FACTOR..but..IF you don't work hard..you won't get to suRvive the course..<br /><br />BEING A MEDTECH IS NOT JUST ABOUT BEING SMART..ITS ALL ABOUT BEING DILIGENT, AND HARDWORKING..<br /><br />Take it from me..I'm one of those mediocre students..but hey..now I'm an RMT...<br /><br />I am ready to face the world, and I know..I would make a great MEDICAL TECHNOLOGISTKeeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-4336973667941825552008-11-12T18:07:00.000-08:002008-11-12T18:08:55.123-08:00HEARTBEAKING EUPHORIA..missing them..<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ENDUSE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ENDUSE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);">MARCH 2008:<br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> "I can’t believe my internship’s over…"<br /> "I can’t believe i managed to finish all my interviews"<br /> " I can’t believe our thesis is done"</span></p> <p> This month’s full of disbelief…i guess it’s because everybody managed to accomplished everything we need in order to go up the stage as a B.S Medical Technology graduate.</p> <p> All of us are so ecstatic about the fact that everyday..we’re an inch closer to getting up the stage and graduating..<br /> But despite the joy..we’re all a little bit sad inside..think about it..it all seemed like yesterday that we were gathered inside Biolab A..shy and timid..and now we’re a month away from graduating..<br /> We can’t seem to grasp the idea that a month from now, we won’t be meeting each other everyday anymore. We won’t be with each other as often as we’d like..We won’t be doing the things we’ve done for the past four years..<br /> No more sleepovers..no more copying of answers..no more hanging out during breaks..no more brainstorming..no more pissing each other off..and most of all..no more of the words," classmates photocopy,nth pesos", "nkapainterview ka k mam muni na topic?", "aurgh..epistaxis "<br /></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> Things that were taken for granted for the past 4 years will be greatly missed..i guess this is what the words "beginning of the end " means..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> It was pretty tough, swimming through 4 years of medical technology training..all those nosebleeds and brain-wrecking quizzes, assignments and examinations..but we managed to surpass it all, and come out wanting more..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> do we really want more or are we just not ready to let go of each other?…hmmm..i guess its a little bit of both..in the PHARMED department.. we found friends.. we found love.. we found joy and tears, but most of all we found a FAMILY..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> Its kind of overwhelming looking back at everything we’ve done just to have this one opportunity..it was four years of anxiety, 12 months of sleepless nights because of duties, 2 weeks of burning the midnight oil just to study, and 2 days of nearly having nervous breakdowns just thinking about the results of the comprehensive examinations..all these in exchange for just a day of recognition, and not more than an hour of commencement exercises.</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> I guess, us, parting ways does not really mean that we’re gonna forget each other altogether, but i guess its hard to let one another go because of all the things we’ve been through..Just thinking about the fact that one of these days, we’ll wake up and realize that we’re not gonna go to school anymore, that we’re not gonna put on our uniform and spend the whole day in the laboratory..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> It really is hard letting go of the things we are used to doing, and the people we are used to spending everyday with, but nothing is permanent..sacrifices and risks are never absent if you want to grow and if you want to succeed.. i guess graduating is something that enables you to explore new horizons, with the assurance that when you go back to where you started, the people, who were with you before, would still be there..waiting for you..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> <br /> its hard to let go of the hands you used to hold unto, when you were feeling insecure, but i guess now, i need to let go of those hands, and grow..but my hand will always here if those whom i was falling back on, would need it..i know that when i go back to the beginning, they will still be theer..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> <br /></span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> Congratulations, guys..we made it..we really are survivors..thanks for all the memories..and for everything you taught me..inside and outside of the classroom…</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> Because of you, i grew up..i came out of my shell..and i became an explorer..a risk taker, and someone strong..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> Graduation isn’t the end coz once people make a bond that’s strong..distance in miles will never break it..the only thing capable of breaking it is the distance in your hearts..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> There were a lot of things that happened to us that were unbelievable..but if we’re looking at what the results are, and the achievements we had..its all that matters..the past..the hardships..it’s just clutter.</span></p> <p> </p> <p> MT BATCH 2007-2008===We had a blast..its time to take that and let others experience it..</p> <p> HOSPITAL STAFF===Thank you..although we had it tough..we really learned alot..</p> <p> USA CLIN.LAB STAFF—Thanks for always being there..we couldn’t have done it without you..body fluids and tests will never be taken for granted..ever again..thanks for the push..because of that..we’re near the top..</p> <p> MA’AM VICKY- Tnx for understanding..you did us a really big favor..</p> <p> DEAN ONG=== Thanks for all the opportunities..</p> <span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"> GRADUATION..is not the beginning of the end, its just a beginning..a start of a new chapter..and as the song goes," every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end"..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> AT PRESENT:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> We all passed our licensure examinations..We are now REGISTERED MEDICAL TECHNOLOGISTS.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Some of us are resting..preparing for a new chapter..may it be AMT, ASCPI or MEDICINE life..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Most of us are now practicing the skills we've learned so intensely..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> We have gone our separate ways, guys..but we will always remain as one..MEDTECH FAMILY BATCH '07-'08</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> (I miss them a lot..huhuhuhu</span><img style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">)</span><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png" /><img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png" /></span></span>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4408673959477762798.post-65260005359769997942008-11-12T17:51:00.001-08:002008-11-12T17:51:36.676-08:00My Memories of Graduation day<h2>HoLding ON…</h2> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><a href="http://beybykei.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/25012007153.jpg"><img alt="25012007153" src="http://beybykei.blogs.friendster.com/keeaye/images/25012007153.jpg" border="0" width="141" height="105" /></a>April 5,2008:</span></p> <p>T<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">he day when everything we’ve worked so hard for is finally rewarded..</span></p> <p>GRADUATION DAY……</p> <p>those words are synonymous to fulfillment, achievement, and success…</p> <p> But as i was working on the Medtech’s baccalaureate "history" presentation..I had this funny feeling..then it dawned on me..No matter how excited I am that I’m days closer to having a year-round vacation, I can’t seem to let go of the fact that i’m about to leave something very familiar behind…<br /> i guess i really am sentimental..But looking at all those pictures, and trying to decide what pictures should go in the movie presentation..I can’t help, but wish that that those photo collections would grow bigger and bigger..</p> <p> Back to reality…<br /> I know i can’t turn back time, and I know that those pictures would not grow in number anymore(except maybe if we still have more photo ops after graduation)..so i guess all i’ve got are those memories..</p> <p> I had a lot of opportunities that made my stay in PMT worth treasuring..</p> <p> i used to be the girl, working behind the scenes..but now, I am one of the actors..in front of the camera..and i have my friends to thank for that..<br /> They believed in me..they were the ones, who pushed me to do things that i never thought i could..<br /> I was timid and silent, when i first entered the department, but they taught me to express, and shout out, "THIS iS WHO I AM"…</p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">So thanks,guys,for everything..</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I moving on..but i will never ever learn to let go..coz all of these are worth holding on to…</span></p>Keeayehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00364003763919684469noreply@blogger.com0