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Per Ardua Ad AstraNever looked at it this way. Maybe some things really are meant to be. The rose-tinted glass windows seem to be a lighter shade of pink. I can see through it now. I guess I hold on too much. I guess I held on too much. I guess I held on to too many people, too many at a time. I did pick myself up over a dozen hundred times. And I always fall face back down to the ground. But thanks. I shed some tears. Even wondered if I'd run out. I had cuts on my body, both in and out. I've been thrown hard and about. Opening my eyes to the same blue sky. I always tried to find meaning in that. Maybe I needed to see my God. Maybe. At times I've wondered if you ever think of me at all. There's a laughter in your voice. It's not mine. There's love in your heart. It's not mine. Oh well. The world isn't perfectly round. I guess we all go through this sometimes. My mind's boggled. Please figure me out. I'm taking my anger. I'm clenching it and throwing it away. I've also wondered if someone'd break my fall. Will you? We made love at half past 6. Past 6. Maybe some things really are meant to be. There's a place for us. This is only me. This is mine.
When everything else turns bad, I turn to you. You're my strength, my refuge, my truth. I love you. And I miss you terribly. I want to see you as soon as I can, so we can have a Terrano moment, where you can sing to me, and hold me like you did. :) You know who you are. Choknat. :P
I'm feeling indifferent. I wish I could spend 60 precious minutes on writing about it and elaborating on it. But.. no. That's just simply what it is, self-explanatory in all its meaning. I'm indifferent right now. Someone take me out of this state. Please.
Dear Friend, I've been looking for you. It hurts right here that I haven't found you yet. Dear Friend, What is your name? Are you tall? Do you have a beautiful smile? Do your eyes sparkle and reflect the moonlight? Dear Friend, Where are you? When will the road fold in half so I can meet you halfway? Is your hand just a few handshakes away? Dear Friend, I long for you. I long for you listening to me during the wee hours of the night. You will listen to me cry. You will listen to me laugh. And I will love you for it. Dear Friend, When will I meet you? May the dawn break so that each day will be closer to finding you. Are you just a few seats away? Are my eyes looking to my immediate vicinity that I don't notice you at all? Dear Friend, Why don't you want me? I want you. But I do not love you. I never will. Dear Friend, I need you. I need you to chill with me. Relax me, please. Dear Friend, When, where, why? How, now, never? ... Dear Friend... Amuse me sweet.
For the past few weeks, I've been working my ass off in the Halloween Club for bosses I would never want again to have in my life. They are fucking i*****s and they stink so bad!! My boss makes me act like his personal assistant of sorts, from bringing him "hot, hot tea QUICK QUICK QUICK!" *snaps fingers three times*. He makes me put his two kettles of tea in his Audi, and makes me search for his car in the parking lot. He makes me take out the trash and throw them in the dumpster. He makes me take off my long sleeved shirt under my big orange halloween shirt because he said it looks unprofessional. For chrimity's sake. I was cold. I now have 48 hours in my time card since the day I started. I really, really hope I'm tax exempted because a great grip of money will be deducted from my salary. *sigh* Now I know the value of money, and now I know what it's like to work. Literally, I get to fall asleep in class...
Speaking of class, last Sunday, my mom told me to check the syllabi for my two classes the next day, Monday. If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized that I was supposed to have a test the next day. Thank goodness to answering the study guide beforehand, I was able to get an A on my second test for Gen Psych! I was so happy. :) Wednesday came and I had to make two papers. Dammit. I was late half an hour and my other paper had crap pretty much in it. And, my one and only cutie seatmate Dan is thinking of dropping the class. Duh. Talk about misfortune. And! This guy Art who my teacher was supposed to fix me up with has a 2-year girlfriend. Haha. What do you think about that!? (My professor in Psych is a gem. She's so funny. She's always analyzing my whenever she can, AND she's always fixing me up with her students..) Okay moving on.
I guess I just wanted to apologize for not blogging in so long. But I'm so happy that I woke up at 6 in the morning today so I could at least vent somewhat even unto a screen reflecting my thoughts. Bleh. All my thoughts are probably incoherent right now. Oh yeah, just so everyone would know. I had my hair cut. Hehe. REALLY short. Hehe kidding. I just had it cut shoulder-length. :) Dumdeedum..
To all the people who texted me, called me and emailed me the past two weeks, I am very, very grateful. Thank you to Cucay, who called me at a really bad time because I was just about to leave for a meeting, and I haven't called her back yet, ack. But Cux, thanks so much. I miss you. I love you. To Kath who texted with me last night. You never fail to make me smile too, bitch. I love you. I'll talk to you soon. To Lea who texted me through Chikka. That simple message made me smile. Miss na kita. To all my friends who messaged and added me in Friendster, I really, really appreciate it. I have no words to describe how Friendster rocks.
To the people I'm pretty much confusing right now: Yes, guys, I'm sorry. I guess I need some time to be alone first. It's pretty hard juggling responsibilities and other things as well. My mind's been pretty preoccupied, and I wish to be left some space first, okay? I hope you understand. Til next time, everyone.
anyway, nalulungkot lang naman kasi ako eh..things could have been a lot easier for us kung magkadikit nanaman tau..haii..pero sana magkita na tau...kailangan kita jik eh... Ikaw din, Kath.... Thanks ha? Mahal kita.
I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)
I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.
Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch, bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru, jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.