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Post by lawks_fuster on Jun 13, 2005 13:10:59 GMT 8
as i open my mind to everything i knew a lot of things persons who are friendly and loving are those that fill my liking music and reading refreshes my mind HP and LOTR are those that reside hatred and conflicts made my mind explode they're like dynamites that made my world fold!
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Post by sTucK on Jun 16, 2005 13:06:24 GMT 8
Sid Part 1
I have unrooted myself from where I used to belong, from where my heart used to dwell. And now I’m a new seed, full of hope, full of new dreams, of new passion flowing in. But my heart, my dear heart, oh it will always be a paper. My heart is not as vulnerable as it seems; I have found a way to keep it from being broken at times. I have built a wall around my paper heart; the wall is covered with crawling vines, poison ivy to be exact. The ice which have been preserving it have melted. The ivy lives again and the ice queen has vanished into thin air.
To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect. That is the reality of the world. So the seed won’t wish. It needs and it wants. May the wind blew her and take her to where she can plant herself again, to where she can grow, to where she can bloom. It might be temporary but that temporary might be forever. No one can tell, no one knows.
I grew up with an everyday routine. I don’t know but life doesn’t seem to be a life without any routine. I am born a Virgo so I guess that’s why it works that way. My routine? What can I say? It’s the same old thing I do almost everyday but I never get tired doing it. Wake up at 4 am, review my notes, have breakfast at 7, get fixed by 8, then off to school. At school, well, I listen to a 4-hour lecture with 30 minutes break time, I write a whole bunch of notes, I read a 10-page handout or sometimes 2 chapters consisting of 50 pages each. After school, sometimes if there’s a ton of home works me and my friends hit the nearest internet café, or if there’s no deadline to beat we hit the nearest café instead – celebrate life with a cup of coffee. Haha! After that of course, I got to go home. And the funny thing starts here – on my way home.
I ride a bus on the way home. I don’t know if seeing the guy with the green cap is also a part of my routine. Well, if it is, that’s a good thing. I always tend to sit behind him (or am I really aiming to sit behind him? Whatever!) I first encountered this guy, oh wait, let’s give him a name. Hmmm. I don’t know his name either. Hehe. Maybe I’ll call him Sid, yeah Sid. Ok, I first encountered this Sid two months ago, he offered me his seat when the bus is close to exploding with people trying to beat the 8 o’clock timeline. Works of civility, he’s being a gentleman but somehow my ego was hurt. And why? "For Pete’s sake, this is the equality women have been crying out loud for a long time then here you are offering me a seat?"(That’s what my radical side shouts that moment). Stupid ego!
So this afternoon is just the same. I sit behind Sid. ;D I know its going to rain in a few minutes but I kept my windowpane open. I love it when the wind, though cold, touches my face, refreshing, relaxes my mind. I always watch him from behind. I am afraid to meet his eyes – those deep brown, medium-set eyes with long straight lashes topped with bushy but arranged eyebrows. Those eyes seem to eat all my energy as if boring into my body straight to my soul. He doesn’t wear a cap today. His hair is kinda thick, formed with a Mark Abaya hairstyle. He wears a pierced-silver-stud on his right ear (which adds up to his total impact). His watch is still the same, a yellow Nike 2003; while on his right arm is a black leather cuff (rakista??) He wears a blue polo shirt matched with blue faded pants. It also came to my notice that he cuts his nails neatly (It wouldn’t escape my eyes, I am born a critic and I always tend to look on a guy’s nails.) That was Sid. ;D
It took 30 minutes for the bus to leave the terminal, and I got to stare at Sid’s back-of-the-head for 30 minutes. He sits silently there. Actually I got the opportunity to sit beside him this afternoon, but sadly I let the opportunity to pass. An old pal noticed him and he replied "oh pare! San ka?" with a deep voice and a laugh. That laugh rings simultaneously in my head. The driver listens to this FM station that plays old alternative rock (I wonder if they ever play contemporary artist.) But the song is good, a Rivemaya classic, *Elesi*. "kumapit ka kaya sa akin ng ikaw ay maitangay sa kalayaan ng ligaya. Tayo na, tayo na. Ika’y magtiwala sapagkat ngayong gabi ako ang mahiwagang elesi…"
And the bus set off. Ample drops of rain came banging on the windowpanes. We were tracking down the highway. I paid my fare. I just stared down the road. The same scenery I see everyday – the green meadow across the fields, the houses, the pavement, the buildings, and the *iswan* (ni kuya sherwin at jake. d**n! I miss those guys!). ;D The cars pass slowly in my eyes. And I thought a deep thought. Do I like Sid? Ah.. I don’t know. I can’t fix my feelings that moment, I can’t sort it out. Yeah, maybe I do like him. And I want him to know by this line…
"I want you to want me. I want you to need me. I want you to see me. I want you to feel me. Desperate lips I have. I have no eyes for any one else when you’re around. If nothing is forever, then would you be my nothing? Don’t play with me, my paper heart will bleed."
But it’s just too soon. Am I falling again? I have the fear of uncertainty, of falling in love. This can’t be; I must be mistaken. Got to think it all over again. This is a good sign that I’m moving on, but then again no. This definitely is a war of heart and mind – fear versus feeling. Who’s gonna win? Who’s gonna rule me, again? Aaaaaaw! This makes my head ache.
The seat next to me was now unoccupied. A guy replaced my former seatmate. He smiled at me and handed me a small note. I thanked him and smiled back. It must be one of the notes that were passed all over the class when everyone yearns for a good laugh; and I slid the note on my pocket. It’s time for me to get off the bus and say goodbye to Sid. As soon as I got off, I hurried to the other side of the street and take a last look at Sid. And oh my god! Am I dreaming? He was looking back at me! Whoah! ;D ;D Then he looked the other way and I was left there still staring where Sid used to be. I headed off the road. Then I remembered the note the guy gave me. I took it from my pocket and read it once, twice, thrice. And I stood at the pavement staring the neatly handwritten note on my hand…
"Hi! I know you don’t know me, I’m just nothing. I see you everyday, I always wait for you so we can be on the bus. Araw araw kitang pinagmamasdan, pero lagi kang nakatingin sa iba. I am hoping that one day you’ll look at me the way you look at him. And by the time na binabasa mo ‘to, nakatabi na kita…"
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Post by sTucK on Jun 16, 2005 13:11:44 GMT 8
kooksu ..yan n yung sid part 1..enjoy...^-^ part is on the way...^-^ busy n eh..bka next month ko p matpos..hehe..^-^
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Post by sTucK on Jun 16, 2005 13:15:28 GMT 8
Stuck you should really try Comm. Arts maj. in journalism! If ever you choose that course, take it at Miriam College. They offer the best Comm. Arts course, promise. I'm taking Comm. Arts too pero I dunno whether to take Journalism or something else. Lol. [/size][/quote] yeah..maybe..pagkatapos ko ng surgery,..hehe...^-^ thanks sa pag-aapreciate ha..^-^ pero bka di n kita abutan sa miriam nun!hehehe..^-^ marami akong course n gustong i-accomplish eh...gusto ko run itry yung psychology..maganda kc...^-^ basta related sa arts at wlang numbers...! hehe...i hate numbers...^-^ journalism is good..madali lang...the hardest would be copy reading ang headlining..nakakabaliw ang mga symbols...haha!
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Post by kooksü* on Jun 16, 2005 18:33:51 GMT 8
kooksu ..yan n yung sid part 1..enjoy...^-^ part is on the way...^-^ busy n eh..bka next month ko p matpos..hehe..^-^ *claps* oh my gulay! matagal ko din inantay ito! ;D grabiii. iba talga pag may "passion" no? hehe! galing mo! mali yata yung kinuha mong course ha. JUK! post mo agad yung part ii kung may time ka na ha.
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Post by lawks_fuster on Jun 16, 2005 20:17:16 GMT 8
okie dokie guys here's one of my favorite quotes in my favorite novel harry potter! this is in book 5 order of the phoenix. read this okay! ;D
ron made a triumphant gesture with his fist and went into a raucous peal of laughter that made several timid-looking second years over beside the window jump. a reluctant grin spread over harry's face as he watched ron rolling around the hearthrug. hermione gave ron a look of deep disgust and returned to her letter.
"well?" ron said finally, looking up at harry. "how was it?" harry considered for a moment. "wet," he said truthfully. ;D
let me continue.... ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. "because she was crying," harry continued heavily. "oh," said ron , his smile fading slightly. "are you bad at kissing?" ;D "dunno," said harry , who hadn't considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. "maybe i am." ;D
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Post by sTucK on Jun 23, 2005 17:40:28 GMT 8
yeah..that was after harry and cho's first date..a *wet* kiss...ugh! that hurt harry alot..cho kissing him while thinking of cedric..can't blame cho, she's still in the moment of trying-to-forget-cedric..i like that part too!^-^
book six, on the way nah..my cousin had one(nsa states xa), maganda daw..pero di ko pinakwento..mawawala ang thrill eh..^-^
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Post by Aiko on Jun 25, 2005 15:22:35 GMT 8
(For those who knows this song,YOU ALL ROCK!) CAROLINE Seventh Day Slumber Where do I begin? There’s so much I want to say to make it easier Tomorrow’s on it’s way Do you believe I want to take your painful memories? I know you want to run away I know that you can’t see tomorrow Chorus: Caroline, let me wipe away your tears and give you life, Make you feel beautiful again Caroline, don’t throw it all away I’m here tonight to take away your pain. Caroline Yesterday is gone and everything that made you cry has fallen to the ground I’m here to bring you home, I will always take you back You haven’t let me down I know you want to run away I know that you can’t see tomorrow (Chorus) And when you’re feeling al alone and you can’t go on, Remember I am here And when you think you’ve gone too far, I‘ll meet you where you are My arms are open wide (This song has been my inspiration since I heard it.Tnx and I'm very sorry for not being creative.And for those who are interested to hear this song,you can hear it at this site: www.purevolume.com/seventhdayslumber/musicI know who'll love after you hear it.And sorry again to all the moderators.)
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Post by hannah[] on Jun 28, 2005 19:48:33 GMT 8
Nyahaha, let's have a contest! The first one to make the best ro characters that looks like the SC Boys, wins.. a kiss from Michael. Hahaha! Basta go guys!!
Let the contest begin!\m/ Yattah~ [/color][/quote]\ hehehe. ayuz ah!!
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Post by hannah[] on Jun 28, 2005 19:52:13 GMT 8
kapag nagkaroon ako ng tym post ko rin ung mga gawa ko. mahaba kasi e. ang galing nio rin. hehehe. talentado. =)
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Post by sTucK on Jun 30, 2005 14:43:07 GMT 8
Sid Part 2
The dark days have fallen…The curtain of clouds have parted…The slight rays of light began to bore through the stained glass of the old lighthouse…The siege of uncertain behavior have flown away…And light intervened with darkness…
I felt the rain touching my face, cleansing my every person. I was stunned as I read those words. Who was he? How come I haven’t noticed him? Thoughts bombarded my mind like an atomic bomb about to explode in a few minutes time. And I walked with a fixed glassy stare beneath the cold rain…
I never wanted the sanctuary and idleness of my room now. I let my feet trail the way to the sea, the shore, the sand, and the waves. The rain has subsided and the sun has shown itself again painting the sky crimson. Watching how the gentle wind blows above the waves, it created peace in my mind and calmness in my heart. This is the meditation I need…
Wearing the calmness the waves had given me, I tried to not be agitated by this sudden shift of emotions. It will prove nothing, unless it is something. I am enjoying this meditation; it soothes my soul. I stared at the blank horizon, watching the clouds as they change forms. I was born to admire the works of the sky. Truly there is no greater painter other than HIS hand! ;D
I grew up in this place, a town near the heart of the sea. I have a million and one memories here that are forever kept in heart – memories of family kinship, of friendship, of faith, of dreams and hopes I have created. ;D A quote from friend flashed in my mind - *di ba may problema ka, ayan o, anlakilaki ng dagat!* For many years I took this quote as a joke, but somehow it is true, especially now. The message is *let the waves wash your worries away*…
I don’t want to catch a cold so I decided to just walk on the shore. I walk along the d**e and found a stone stair to the sea. I took off my shoes, hide it somewhere, folded my pants up to my knees then I set off to the shore. My foot plays with the waves, or is it the waves playing with my feet? The sand was soft, black, cold, fine. My foot makes footprints and the wave washes it away. How I wish this scheme works the same with life and its problems. But "an unexamined life is not worth living". So I continue to walk along the shore, and for once I wanted the sea to take me away…
It’s dark enough for the stars to shine above. I was lying on the grass admiring the night sky. I named as many constellations as I can, but Cassiopeia was nowhere of sight until November. I breathe in the cold breeze. It is as if new life was breathed into me. And I did like it. The face of the sky never seems to change, very splendid, the face I never get tired starring at. Watching the stars and remembering that we are all under the same sky, one sky…
DEAD END: This is where I say I had enough…And yes this is enough! I must be in my sense in no time or I’ll be ruled by my sensibility. I got and I need no one to help me on this except me, me and me. I told you I’m ok, so just leave and let me slit my wrist again, and if I fail I’ll slit my throat in front of you and pro’lly say, *sorry I bleed on your shirt*…
I woke up the next morning with the same routine. In the thick flood of people, laughter is still echoed on the hallway, seems that it would be a great day. And it’s amazing that I carry a happy feeling with me. I feel light and free. This feeling is not new, it’s like a broken glass that shines and shimmers in the dark. Something’s up, I thought. The guard called my attention as I pass through; he handed me a small and folded green note. "Pinabibigay sa’yo." I opened it, and written was:
"Hi! Fav mo yung green di ba? Ang cute nga ng turtle keychain mo eh. I know I can never be enough to replace your whatever. And everytime I see you passing by I just stand here waiting for you. I’ll be everything; I’ll try to be perfect you’ll see. Nothing can compare to you whatever lies out there. Spongecola. Hihintayin kita mamaya. "
He knows me. Who the heck is this guy?! Only if he knows the agitation and confusion he brings me! I’ll make him pay for this. It is when I lost my passion, none at all. I thought of how fatal it would be to fall in love again the whole day. And I came to the conclusion that I can overcome this fear of uncertainty. I have to choose the lesser evil and that is to love than to hate. Because I’d still say YES to LOVE again. And why not? It’ll be worth the risk…
My eyes scanned the terminal in search for that guy who sends me notes. Where is he? I can’t find him though. I need to go home. I walked in the direction of the bus. Then a bunch of flowers was held in front of my eyes. I was bewildered. "Hinahanap mo ako ‘no?", said a voice at my back. Then I turned, and there he was, the guy who stalks me and sends me notes! He’s smiling, a good smile though. He’s tall, about 5'8”. He has a medium built body emphasized by his semifit Astroboy shirt. His hair is like Yael’s, thick and black. His nose is perfect for his face, pointed. His lips are red and full. And his eyes were blank and black, slightly chinito (20%), speaks his soul and bores mine, killer eyes, with thick curled lashes and clean brows. He looks even better than Sid! "Tama na, naco-conscious na ako eh. If your looks could kill, kanina pa ako naisugod sa Emergency Room, ang talim mong tumingin, kaya pala sabi nila ansungit mo daw. But your eyes are one of the most beautiful I’ve stared at and will never get tired staring at…"
I turned and hurriedly paced to the bus. I know I’m blushing that moment and I need to regain my self. It doesn’t matter if I wasn’t sitting behind Sid I need to sit. I found the rightful seat at the back of the bus, and settled there, opened the windowpane for fresh air, trying to recline. Somehow I’ve escaped. But to think of it, this is the actuality of my hopes, I’m healing…
"Andaya mo naman! Napahiya ako dun kanina. Di mo man lang tinanggap ‘tong flowers, ang ganda pa naman…Heto na oh, it’s for you…” He was handing me the flowers, still smiling and I accepted it and said "Salamat." Then I looked away, and tried to concentrate on the song being played – *I’d still say yes*.
"Hi, I’m Andrew nga pala. Sorry if stalked you and somehow confused with the notes I give. I just want you to notice me. My apologies. Polly ang tawag nila sa’yo di ba? Cute name…" And I answered him with silence; and for ten minutes no one spoke, I broke the silence I created.
"Oo, Polly ang name ko. Oo ginulantang mo ang mundo ko dahil sa mga notes mo. And oo ulet, apology accepted."
Then he sighed. "Hay! ‘kala ko hindi mo ako kakausapin eh. Thank you ha." "Thank you? Para san?" "Dahil pinasaya mo ako. Dahil inaccpet mo yung flowers na bigay ko. Birthday ko kasi ngayon e." "Ah ganun ba. Happy Birtyhdya ha." "Thank you. Alam mo ba kung ano ang wish ko? Kaya lang hindi sya mukang wish e, parang tanong o paghingi ng favor…" "Hindi e. Anu ba yun?" "Pwede bang sakin mo sabihin yung sinabi mo dati para sa kanya yung "I want you to want me. I want you to need me. I want you to see me. I want you to feel me. Desperate lips I have. I have no eyes for any one else when you’re around. If nothing is forever, then would you be my nothing? Don’t play with me, my paper heart will bleed." Pwede bang ako nalang yung nothing mo? Pwede bang ako na lang ang mahalin mo? Don’t worry your paper heart won’t bleed…"
How did he know about that line I have for Sid? He’s a good stalker for getting the exact words in that quote. And I’m running out sentences to answer him. He likes to *always* caught me off-guarded. And now what? Will I give in?…
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Post by sTucK on Jun 30, 2005 14:48:43 GMT 8
kooksu..yan na po yung part two...hehe...sensha if natagalan...mukang pahirapan na yung susunod kong duty, from 3pm to 11 pm ako eh,..and may bago akong experience!!first time nameng namatayan ng patient...kakalungkot...the reality of life being displayed in front of you and you are expected to express no emotion being the nurse in charge..khit nakakaiyak, di pede..aus lang naman kc i was grown to be strong...kaya nakakapanghinyang...yung buhay n nasayang dahil sa kapabayaan at katangahan...tsk tsk,...
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Post by kooksü* on Jun 30, 2005 19:29:17 GMT 8
kooksu..yan na po yung part two...hehe...sensha if natagalan...mukang pahirapan na yung susunod kong duty, from 3pm to 11 pm ako eh,..and may bago akong experience!!first time nameng namatayan ng patient...kakalungkot...the reality of life being displayed in front of you and you are expected to express no emotion being the nurse in charge..khit nakakaiyak, di pede..aus lang naman kc i was grown to be strong...kaya nakakapanghinyang...yung buhay n nasayang dahil sa kapabayaan at katangahan...tsk tsk,... OT: ok lang yan. ganyan talaga. ang galing mo talaga!! may part 3 yan ha. pwahahaha
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Post by sTucK on Jul 1, 2005 12:56:50 GMT 8
well....ewan ko ba....part 3,..bka mtagalan pa...tambak n kc ang trabaho eh...i'll try....thanks for appreciating....^-^
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Post by ripcurlgirl on Jul 25, 2005 13:37:39 GMT 8
[glow=red,2,300]weak at the mere thought of you. Powerless for it doesn’t do me justice. With you around, I lose *all sense of reason*. And I hate it, I hate it so much. I hate being right, cause I see the wrong in you. I hate being true, cause I end up pretending anyway. I hate being troubled, cause it leaves me wanting to be there for you. I hate being considerate, cause you take me for granted. I hate being vulnerable, cause I’m left in silent despair. I hate seeing your needs, cause my own needs can't be met. I hate your being gentle, cause in truth you’re tearing up my heart. I hate longing for you, cause I don't know where I stand. I hate thinking of you, cause it makes me wonder if you’re thinking of me too. I hate your being carefree, cause it drives me foolish. I hate standing up for you, cause I know I’ll end up losing. I hate the way I compromise, cause ironically, it’s only for your benefit. I hate hearing your sweetness, cause I end up believing in lies. And I hate being with you, cause I deliberately lose myself for no reason at all. I hate hating you. Cause it leaves me hating myself.... [/glow]
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