Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me to the place
Where I find peace again

You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You're everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You still my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything.. everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything.. everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

      Time never seems to be sufficient. Maybe on most days you'd find yourself rushing things- the usual reports to cram, lectures to master, perhaps even chores to do amidst everything else... Some even intentionally fill their schedules with a plethora of activities to perhaps eliminate so-called "idle time" or periods wherein reflecting is mandatory.  

      As to the purpose of doing so, maybe this is the best diversion one can do to prevent unrelenting thoughts from perturbing them. It may work for days and even months... However, these thoughts all have the potential to be an itch...   

      An itch that can never seem to be placated. And once it grows, once it spreads... That itch would eventually burn... And probably infuriate you... Until you cannot do anything else but shed tears... 

      But then again... I suppose, it's all in the mind.

11:20am - arrived at Sabby's place... Had tuna and egg for lunch! Yum! (haha.. its okay Sabby, masarap naman ininit mo!Haha joke)

12:30pm- started our movie marathon

~ The Sweetest Thing

~ Rumor Has It

--> merienda (pancit canton with turkey! haha)

~ Must Love Dogs

--> cookies and pomelo juice

~ The Stone Family

7:35pm - headed home

I had fun Sabby! =))

        I never really felt how difficult it was to make such a HUGE decision that would leave you with regret either way... It is such that you have to give up one thing in order to make the other happen... One problem is determining which weighs more... this, or that. 

       Why do I have to WANT to do a lot of things?  More irritatingly, why can I DO them? It complicates things tenfold and makes whatever I would choose more difficult to decide on.

       I do not have much time left.

*Family- Ate A, Ate Meng, Ate Rhea, Andrea, Butch, Nino, Niña, Mico, my grandma, my parents, Tita Jing

*Mont Michel- Dottie, Kat, Nadine

*Pisay- Anne, Andre, Borbs, Daryl, Doms, Eric, Gerson, Jamie, Janze, Jenny, Jeric, Joaqs, Karla, Kent, Noreen, Ping, Rhett, Sab, Sir Jleg, Trina, Wyna

*Pep- Coach NJ, Deo, Inad, Ivan, Keina, Kit, Monica, Punky, Sam, Vim

*UP- Allie, Erik, Gianna, Iyah, Mik, Miriam, Pyx (the first!), Raych, Roan S., 

*Friendies- Cyndee, Kiko, Mac, Patty, PJ, Steven

…whether you’ve embedded “my” day in memory, saw it in friendster or whatnot (hehe) or heard it from those that announced it (kit!), a heartfelt THANK YOU to all of you!!! God bless you! =)

~to those I failed to mention, my apologies! Your greetings are much appreciated nonetheless =)

 butch & his surprise!  yummy paella by butch      cookies!                the surprise!

Thanks for the surprise =) You know me too well to have picked out my favorites… =)

the monsters of ice monster * ubos ang choco banana * butch and orky the bear =)

     Why do I have to expect TOO much from myself?!?!

                  I was never like this...

                                  Endless berating...

in no particular degree of fancy:

The OC Season 3 copy

OTH Season 3 copy

cross-trainers

jazz pantSSS

bookSSS (any kind but I'm eyeing Boy Meets Girl and By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept as of the moment) -oh and hardbound copies of all DUNE books wont hurt

to sing in a recording studio again

people who are interested in forming a band, haha

plain colored cotton shirts

an mp4 player, harhar

clinique happy

 flipflops (bright colors please)

outing!!! im REALLY bored =(

d.o.m. bwahaha!

sugar papa. hek hek

chad michael murray

derma treatment

someone who could find my ID

green badminton racket

chucks

someone who could bring me out everyday and help keep my mind off my depression

a shrink

my prince

For every woman who is tired of acting weak when she knows she is strong,

there is a man who is tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable.

For every woman who is tired of acting dumb,

there is a man who is burdened with the constant expectation of “knowing everything.”

For every woman who is tired of being called “an emotional female,”

there is a man who is denied the right to weep and be gentle.

For every woman who is called unfeminine when she competes,

there is a man for whom competition is the only way to prove his masculinity.

For every woman who is tired of being a sex object,

there is a man who must worry about his potency.

For every woman who feels “tied down” by her children,

there is a man who is denied the full pleasures of shared parenthood.

For every woman who is denied meaningful employment or equal pay,

there is a man who must bear full financial responsibility for another human being.

For every woman who was not taught the intricacies of an automobile,

there is a man who was not taught the satisfaction of cooking.

For every woman who takes a step toward her own liberation,

there is a man who finds the way to freedom has been made a little easier.

=)

Hug...

The Thurteenth of March: ME. ME. ME. ME. ME.

    Hi Domjen, it's yet another YEAR of our so-called surreal encounter with those-who-must-not-be-named. Woohoo... We have this whole day to bitch! Harhar... But then again, with the 5 years that have gone by, I sure have learned a lot... and growed a lot as well, in the process...

    I've made an autobiography of myself just for the fun of it (vanity again huh?), in reflection of this date... I guess it would prove acceptable to finally post even at least snippets of it. Some phrases, however, you would see as familiar since I've used them as introductions and whatnot to my other blogs.

   Tralala...

    So how do I really see myself after all this? I see myself as someone with a plethora of peculiarities stemming from all that I have gone through. I am insanely unpredictable and impulsive that you could not really pinpoint what is on my mind and what I intend to do; ergo expect a lot of surprises. I possess bizarre whims which result from an aesthetic streak that happens upon me when least expected.  

I am lethargic most of the time but I make up for unfinished tasks. I am easily distracted- my continual reveries speak for themselves. I am affective, emotionally ticklish and petulant at times- moody. This trait has resulted from kept feelings and unexpressed thoughts. My unpleasant moods serve to be an emotional barrier of protection for me. I am guilty of being extremely punctilious and highly conscientious every so often. Everything has to be faultless most especially when it comes to presentations; if not, I get totally annoyed. I am unautocratic, though compliant under values. I am of an unobtrusive nature, albeit it may seem otherwise. 

My resilience to repulsive circumstances is astounding. Although it may not be apparent, there is so much of me that relies on encouragement and affirmation. In most things that I do even though I am meticulous, I never consider it to be good enough. I always seem to find something incomplete, something lacking. The pessimist in me is just shielded by public compromise. Subconsciously, I still rely on what other people have to say. 

In spite of it all, I can deem myself to be spirited. I take pleasure in singing and dancing. I am also a sports freak- superbly one but undoubtedly very much femme. I have a seemingly unquenchable thirst for excellent books, intellectual talk and psychoanalysis. I crave for things that further the spirituality and enrichment of my soul.

With the certainty that I am unaware of a lot more things about me; the more I am dared to uncover the unknowns of my being, the mysteries of myself. This is me- imperfect but real, a derivative of my parents' genes, a by-product of my environment.