Monday, December 27, 2004
HALT
It was over before it started
It was gone before it came
It was the end before the beginning
Like pressing stop before play
It was gone before it came
It was the end before the beginning
Like pressing stop before play
It was goodbye instead of hello
Imagine dessert coming before entrees
The night before the day
Or just work, work, work and no play
It's like winter without spring
A storm that ends with no sun
A drizzle with no rainbow
I just can't believe it's over,
Before it had even begun
Monday, December 20, 2004
I WISH I WISH I WISH!!!
"...social conventions meant nothing to her when she found a man she liked." ---Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
If only women had it that easy.
If only women had it that easy.
FOOLISH GAMES
By Jewel
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...
[Chorus]These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.S
omewhere along the line, I must've gone Off track with you.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,Somebody more like myself.
You took your coat off,Stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that...
You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...
[Chorus]These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.
You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.S
omewhere along the line, I must've gone Off track with you.
Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,Somebody more like myself.
You took your coat off,Stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that...
ITS A ONE-WAY STREET
I love my friend/twin's unfinished song/poem. It hits close to home. Deym.
Well said, Twinnie. pakshet. pakshet talaga. hahaha!
Well said, Twinnie. pakshet. pakshet talaga. hahaha!
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
MORE ON PAOLO COELHO
A reader of my other blog recommended that I read this. And so I searched for it and, voila! here it is! It. is. such. a. good. read. Manhid na ang hindi tamaan. Hehe!
CLOSING CYCLES
by Paolo Coelho
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. if we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and meaning of the other stages we have to go through. closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave the past moments of life that have long been gone.
that is why it is important (however painful it may be) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanage, sell or donated the books you have at home. everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making room for other memories to take their place. let things go. release them. detach yourself from them. nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
CLOSING CYCLES
by Paolo Coelho
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. if we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and meaning of the other stages we have to go through. closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave the past moments of life that have long been gone.
did you lose your job? had a loving relationship come to an end? did you leave your parents' home? had a long lasting friendship end all of a sudden? you can spend a long time wondering why this happened. you can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. but such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your siblings; everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. none of us can be in the present and in the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. what has passed will not return: we cannot forever be children, late adoloescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
that is why it is important (however painful it may be) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanage, sell or donated the books you have at home. everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making room for other memories to take their place. let things go. release them. detach yourself from them. nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment."
before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. this may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
closing cycles. not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
AMEN
"Freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free. No one loses anyone because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it." --Paolo Coelho, Eleven Minutes
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
DOOMED
"If this is a crush, then I don't know if I could take if the real thing ever happened. "-- Holden, Chasing Amy (one of my fave movies of all time!)
AYAYAY!!!
"Sometimes, when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing."--Ally Mcbeal
SCARY SHIT.
SCARY SHIT.
I AM
PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE
'D Sound
I am the one
who believes in all that you say
I am the one
who never wants to define herself
I am the one
who's paralell, upfront, behind
I am the one
paddling like crazy through the night
Refine, old time, colourblind
Big sign, do time, doesn't rhyme
A lot, to much, standing tall
And I'm crying in the valley:“I shall never, ever fall!”
People are people
and I feel so strong
People are people
and I'm going on
I am the one
who stirrs it up everytime
I am the one
who never knows how close she is
I am the one
who'd rather be dead than confess
I am the one
trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so on
Excess, temptress, big mess
Phoney, lonely, it's a test
Be still my heart, don't you fail
And I'm crying on the stagefloor:“I will always prevail!”
I'm going on…
'D Sound
I am the one
who believes in all that you say
I am the one
who never wants to define herself
I am the one
who's paralell, upfront, behind
I am the one
paddling like crazy through the night
Refine, old time, colourblind
Big sign, do time, doesn't rhyme
A lot, to much, standing tall
And I'm crying in the valley:“I shall never, ever fall!”
People are people
and I feel so strong
People are people
and I'm going on
I am the one
who stirrs it up everytime
I am the one
who never knows how close she is
I am the one
who'd rather be dead than confess
I am the one
trying to be good, wanting to be bad and so on
Excess, temptress, big mess
Phoney, lonely, it's a test
Be still my heart, don't you fail
And I'm crying on the stagefloor:“I will always prevail!”
I'm going on…
IN OTHER PEOPLE'S WORDS
Sometimes, I find the things that I really want to say in songs, poems or quotes. Hence, the purpose of this journal.
"I'm tough, I'm ambitious. And I know exactly what I want. If that makes me a bitch, okay."--Madonna
