wish im else where

staring at the window
watching places i've passed by
wishing im somewhere else
rather than that movable box
staring at the cloud
hearing somebody else's thought
though i've told its enough
still they continue to flood
nodding my head as a sign i have given up
but in my mind i'm dying to shut it up
my mind can't bear the flood
its start to ache as if wanting to burst out
my brain starts to shout wanting some silence in the crowd
and it aches more that my eyes wants to drop blood
just hear me out,
and pause for a while
hear my thoughts
rather than my sign
how would you know
what i felt
if you keep on
insisting things
not in place
conversation is a two street
hear the other side
and not just thy self
a listener is all i ask
no emos, no drama
just plain ears
to hear my thoughts
things i say has been over rated
i just missed the days
that i just say things as it is
and there are those
who are willing to listen as it is
with just a bottle and something to eat
to let us loosen up and laugh
coz everything seems like a joke if we spill it out
and we just laugh everything to all that's done
and what should be done
and we managed to survived
i just wished i can be in that a two way street again
but. here is where i stand, here is my now

who is she???

empot,
she's my number 1 enemy, she's my bestfrend, my fashion consultant, my shopping buddy, my number 1 critic, my financer, my teacher, my movie buddy, my competitor at our pc... and she's my birth sister..hehhe though we never look a like,, we're sisters..and we love each other,,,
we're really not that expressive.. but deep inside I truelly yah.. lav my sister.. its just now that we often say I lav yah... after 20+ years.. usually its reserve for bdays, christmas,new year, and other special occassion... hehe.. i never forget her support during my thesis... when she nearly cry in my deliveration room.. because of the pressure that i'm getting that time....heehhe..

its her special day this feb12 she turns... 2+++++ heheh i wont say... i have no gift to her.. this year... sory ate.. i'll just make bawi n lang.. hehehhe
HAPPY BDAY to my super sister.. extreme in everyway... miss you though its just only 3 weeks since we last saw each other... lav you sis..

happy bday pa....

happy happy bday to the best papa in the whole word...

10 things i missed the most about my papa...

1. the daily dose of words of wisdom
2. the singing of folk and old songs.. (he loves to sing...)
3. the foods that he prepare every night and week ends (when ever he's at home he always do the cooking).
4. our book review session (he always, always told me the good books that he read and suggest me to read them.. and he gives me the gist of every book)
5. he's our compass (he always told us the easiest way to get to anywhere in manila, ayala,etc... he can me a navigator... and before he left he keeps on reminding us to get a map... but... we never did...hehe..)
6. every sunday afternoon he always always read a book in front of our house with his coffee and cigarrette i missed seeing that moment...
7. the daily tv session and the discussion about the series that we love watching... his the one who influence us in watching tv series like mike guiver type of series..
8. the movie flicks.. he lavs watching movies the four of us ate, glen and me always watch movies when we where young... i cant forget those moments...
9. the joke times... he always crack a joke when ever he we're together... those old corny jokes... hehe lav it...
10. and the top....is our bonding moment during dinner... its the time when we get to discuss things.. and share things... i remember their is time that he gets home late.. and i still eat again when he gets home..eventhough i already ate dinner.. la lang.. just to spend sometime with him.. and there are those times.. when he waits for me to get home before he eats dinner.. ohh..
-and every midnight he wakes up just to check on us... or just calls up our names.. and we always always.. respond... sandali n lang pa... tutulog na.. though we have a chance to not answer.. coz..he doesn't know if we're still awake or not.. even when he left.. and I stay up so late... I sometimes felt like I just heard him call my name...hehhe...

theres... alot of things i get to miss about him.. its fun to got back to those times... and look at our captured moments.... lav it...so much... happy bday papa...

invictus by william ernest henley

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance	5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,	10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:	15
I am the captain of my soul.

here's where i stand

great song... love it...

Here in the dark
I stand before you
Knowing this is my chance to show you my heart
This is the start
This is the start
I have so much to say and I'm hopin'
That your arms are open
Don't turn away, I want you near me
But you have to hear me

Here's where I stand
Here's who I am
Love me, but don't tell me who I have to be
Here's who I am,
I'm what you see
You said I had to change and I was tryin'
But my heart was lyin'
I'm not that child any longer
I am strongerHere's where I stand

Here's who I am
Help me to move on but please don't tell me how
I'm on my way, I'm movin' now
In this life we've come so far
But we're only who we are
With the courage of love
To show us the way
We've got the power to stand up and say

Here's where I stand
Here's where I am
Stand up and be counted,
I'm counting on you
If you're with me
We'll make it through

Here's where I stand
Here's who I amLove me, love me, love me
and we'll make it through
Here's where I standBaby, baby, baby
I'm counting on youHere's where I stand
Love me, love me, love me
and we'll make it throughI'm counting
I'm countingI'm counting,
I'm counting on you

i missed home

its been one week and 3 days since im away from home
i miss everything there is back there
the food, the neighborhood, my friends
and most specially my family
i never thought of going away this far
im on my own, now
i dont really know what to do
i just work, sleep and talk to my friends online
i miss being at home....
i miss everything..
though im already tired
when i get to the place where i stay
i can't stop thinking my old routine at home
where i talk to mama no matter how late i got home
and ate would always shout coz we always wake her up
because of our loud voices
where my brother will always ask what time i got home last night

i just missed them i just...