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having one of my nauseous and nostalgic and sad moment again it just surprises me 

SING-SONG

Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley

moments

It is in this tender, melancholic and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken.

nakaka addict 'to nakakainis

ok ok sige kinikilig ako!

what lasts 4ever?

I feel like a part of me is falling a part and I hate seeing it crumble before my eyes. I feel like yes there is something I could do but I feel like its not enough and its' too bold of a move/decision to make; that it would only bring agony to the situation. That if I move I would only shatter and weakened their will to stand up and damage their pace on the process. Growth is essential for a person: it leads her to where she should be and helps her determine her purpose in life. I feel like every body has to do that every'all should grow up and leave behind the child that we once were. 

nobody wants to break (the silence)

nobody wants to buckle down (their pride)

a whirlpool of emotions (is a silent killer)
being dragged to all four directions (it brings torment)

I hope were all in a circle

Oh secrets, prejudice they truly kill. 

like pride and too much love

haha just found out the meaning of my entire name

Maureen: “Great”(Celtic), “Uncertain, maybe bitter” (Gaelic), “star of the sea” 

Miranda: “worthy of admiration” (Latin)

Rimando: “return” (Italian) riming, rhyming (English)

HOW DO I CHANGE THE WORLD?

HOW DO I CHANGE THE WORLD a question I've been asking my self after reader a blog that somewhat made me question my contribution to society. what is it that I could tangibly do to help the sinking Philippines???

y I smile

I love my friends because they love me though I'm unfathomable, listens and reacts genuinely to my often whimsical or sometimes shallow remarks and whine about my zit (just for today) and they even let me brag about how many followers I've got on Tumblr that and gazillion reasons more that makes them the best in the world!

sing-song

I wonder through fiction then look for the truth buried beneath all the lies....

On the final episode of Lizzie McGuire tv series:

Gordo wrote on Lizzie's year book: "Dear, Lizzie You rock! Dont ever change. And only I  really mean it." 


Lizzie: "Oh My God!" (then flashbacks of their journey through jr. high starts to                                     come back)

      I just love their story a friendship that bloomed into something special :) This is the type of story that I dream of having :(

i love this a lot!!!!!!!

Not Really Alone

© Cathy K. Wilmot

Sitting on the windowsill
staring out, into the stars
letting all dreams pass me by
breath by breath
I dream on

dreams of the future,
memories of the past
Sitting here and dreaming
in an unbreakable trance

Blocking the world from my heart
staying locked in my room
loneliness starts to creep in
My wish to be alone is finally come true
but now I’m bored what to do?

loosing hope in all humanity
loosing hope ill ever come back
I enter into the endless times of dreams

but now I’m stuck I cant get out
wishing to break free
trying to find a way back
to reality

I wished to be alone
and alone I have to conquer
no one can save me
now as I had wished for
all is up to me

I sit by the corner trying to think
but instead come tears
wishing for a second chance
but in the moment of my despair
came a hand of aide

I look up to see a smiling face
of hope so lost, and nothing to hang on to
I grab the hand and let it lift me up
in the moment
with the touch of his hand
it was God's smiling face and touch
that made me smile

for God is always there
always by my side
I pushed him far away
but instead he just stood there
waiting for me to ask for help
to admit my defeat
he was the one who got me back on my feat

He never really left me
even though I try to block him and the world out
a friend would've left me
respect my privacy
but a best friend would stay
and never leave
they truly love and when despair comes
won't let you have it your way.

Source: Not Really Alone- Family Poems, Alone Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/sad/poetry.asp?poem=17620#ixzz1UAAtD6Jd 
Family Friend Poems 

blue

because sometimes I feel like nobody truly gets it

Alone

© Joanna

House full of people but still alone
You feel the love from your family
but still alone...Here I sit wondering
where I went wrong, The pain of being alone 
is the hardest..Wanting it to end asking yourself
if it ever will...Thinking only I can change the things 
I hate in my life, but how can you change something
that is always the same..you wake-up day in and day out
doing and moving the same no day different then the
next. Waking up and falling asleep alone...

Source: Alone, Alone Poems and Stories http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/sad/poetry.asp?poem=25082#ixzz1UA9AiqWM 
Family Friend Poems 

My World

© Cara Jayde Mackellar

Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that mean anger?
If it does, then why do I feel hollow?
Pain. Does that mean suffering?
If it does, then why does it feel comforting?
Memories. Are they not images of the past?
If they are, why is there only shadows?
Smiles. Does that mean happiness?
If it does, then why does it hurt?
Life. What does it mean?
Should it mean any of these things?
If it doesn't, then why are they there?

Source: My World, Alone Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/sad/poetry.asp?poem=19234#ixzz1UA8hgfuk 
Family Friend Poems 

SKINS you fvcking twat! you're addictive as a spliff!

I cannot start re-watching Skins basically because its my Midterm Exams and its NOT possible for me NOT TO create GIF’s of my favorite scenes and of course once you pop you cant stop :/

just be & believe

time and time again I find myself staring out at other people's pages: particularly their photos wherein I learn about their personality what they like, how they dress or what they do, where they've gone to. And I always find myself comparing my achievements what I can do, what i should have done, what I could have done or what could have happened if I was only born in those situation, this privilege and I sort of envy them or maybe I really do envy them. I feel like where I am how I am is lesser than what they have. I always feel  like I could have done more but its like my vision always comes up short like I do not see clearly the opportunities that are in front of me and it passes me by then I asked myself where was I or why didn't I? I pride myself as someone who is not afraid of taking risks but do I truly deserve that title? or is laziness the only key antagonist in the situation? 
After all of it I tell myself its useless You're you and they are their own. I tell myself: you create your own achievement, travel your own destinations, make your own projects and works of art, devour your own adventure,make your own mistakes,  fill your own pages and live your own life because after all everyone is unique and everyone has their pros & cons, their strengths and weaknesses.


I don't have to say someday I wanna be like them instead I tell myself: I will be my own me. 

booze me up!

yeah every now and then a dose of alcohol in the system is all you need to forget even in a small span the sorrow that engulfs your mind and heart :/

FORZA FERRARI

MICHAEL SCHUMACHER

KIMI RAIKKONEN

          RUBENS BARRICHELLO 

FERNANDO ALONSO 

 I am very fond of a sport that is not very common here in my country. F1 is a motor racing sport that is packed full of action, drama and adrenaline rush. I don’t know how I have exactly convinced myself to follow the sport I have only found myself not missing one episode even if it is in the wee hours of the morn.  My passion for it is so immense that it has the ability to effect my emotions all too strongly. I however am guilty about not being so much engage in it like I was before. But maybe we could blame my age for that. I don’t even care that Michael Schumacher returned only to embarrass himself and lose his wisdom that I once thought he possessed which manifested when he announced his retirement way back in 2006

I may not be technical like most fans but I have my dad to explain things to me when they get far too complicated to analyze though I do try my best to help myself. God bless my poor un-analytical brain please J insert LOL here. If there’s one thing that I like most about my finding out about this sport is my discovery of myself. The sport helped me discover a part of my personality that I cannot see so well before and that is my loyalty. I didn’t know that I was too loyal to the extent that I myself cannot understand why I can’t let go. What I am basically talking about here is my team Ferrari. They have failed me over and over again and over again they cannot even achieve a podium finish but thankfully they did recently but that’s not the point. I guess sticking up with them has its pros too like making me feel how victory is so much sweeter that I literally jumped for joy when Fernando held that top podium place considering all the hardships that the team has been through and how I am hoping for another podium position on the next race.  

The sport has evolve so much and have grown to have bigger fan base around the world especially with new circuits being added here and there especially here in Asia. S. Korea, Abu Dhabi, Yas Marina, and the all too famous first ever F1 night race in the streets of Singapore and a circuit in India that will debut next season (2012) are those countries who’ve invested in the sport.  Our resources are of course infinite and I strongly believe that F1 will evolve along with the effects of climate change. I believe in the power of its engineers and how they can and will adapt to changes and challenges that time brings to us. I do believe in them because with all honestly this is truly how I view my Sundays to be as I aged more and more and more: to watch F1 and shout in front of the television. And hopefully the sport will last for my grandchildren to be able to watch it, with me. J