3.1.2005
anthem
here's my ultimate current fave song. i can't get enough of it. suuuper. i like the song's meaning also. fave lines?look at the highlighted ones.i'm sure you'll dig this too.so..come. turn your speakers on.eavesdrop. i don't mind. :D
"Sleeps With Butterflies"
Tori Amos
Airplanes
Take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat
I won't push you unless you have a net
You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly...then... boy
Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly...boy...
"Sleeps With Butterflies"
Tori Amos
Airplanes
Take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat
I won't push you unless you have a net
You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly...then... boy
Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly...boy...
Posted by nenggit at 2:29:07 am
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2.22.2005
animalistic
as we rode towards the sunset, i figured, we did satisfy our bestial endeavors. Indeed. :D *satisfied grin*
Posted by nenggit at 10:53:04 am
[4] came. [come again :D]
1.24.2005
know me,it said.
Happy. It is one thing everyone wants to be. But what is happiness exactly? Is it having new nine west mules? Or a new funky bracelet? (thank you,baby!:P) Is it letting go? Moving on? Is it bonding sessions with your barkada til the sun peeks out? Seeing someone else close their eyes in bliss? Wads of cash? A new guy? A walk under a starlit sky? Catching the perfect wave? A 1.0 exam?
Truth is, no one really knows. Pretty much like what love is. You know how it feels, but you can’t put just one finger on it and describe what it is in one word or three. But come to think of it, others will be happy to have what others just throw away. One man’s gold is another man’s trash, as the adage goes. We can then say, that happiness is a choice. Much like love is.
One is sad because one chooses to be. Up until that person decides that’s/he is done being so, then that’s when one starts opening up to happiness, which is always, always just there somewhere. You just have to focus. I am not saying that one has to settle, however. Hell, no. For example, you are given a bar of chocolate. But you don’t want chocolate. You want a pack of yosi. I’m, not saying one should forget about the yosi and settle with the chocolate. What I’m saying is, one should pause and smile and thank whoever gave the choclit, maybe eat a few bites or share, and find happiness in that, and then go on about getting that pack of yosi.
Happiness comes in so many forms, it is up to us to acknowledge and revel in its presence. Happiness, to some, may be elusive. To others, pretentious, a mask to show a brave face, a façade to whitewash other emotions, a front to crawl under in, a dream, a denial, an escape, a mirage, like a trick of light,. But to others, it is real. It lasts. It endures, and it is shared, again and again, over and over, touching and changing lives of the people it reaches.
There are a lot of things we don’t know, or will ever know. We can’t predict things, or why we are here, or what the cure is for the common cold, or who ordered Ninoy’s assassination, or how Jesus looked like. A lot of things we can’t prove, or see, but we know exists. We don’t know what happiness or love really is, but we feel its presence. Much like God. We really won’t go wrong or lose focus, however, if we truly know the most essential thing. Ourselves.
Truth is, no one really knows. Pretty much like what love is. You know how it feels, but you can’t put just one finger on it and describe what it is in one word or three. But come to think of it, others will be happy to have what others just throw away. One man’s gold is another man’s trash, as the adage goes. We can then say, that happiness is a choice. Much like love is.
One is sad because one chooses to be. Up until that person decides that’s/he is done being so, then that’s when one starts opening up to happiness, which is always, always just there somewhere. You just have to focus. I am not saying that one has to settle, however. Hell, no. For example, you are given a bar of chocolate. But you don’t want chocolate. You want a pack of yosi. I’m, not saying one should forget about the yosi and settle with the chocolate. What I’m saying is, one should pause and smile and thank whoever gave the choclit, maybe eat a few bites or share, and find happiness in that, and then go on about getting that pack of yosi.
Happiness comes in so many forms, it is up to us to acknowledge and revel in its presence. Happiness, to some, may be elusive. To others, pretentious, a mask to show a brave face, a façade to whitewash other emotions, a front to crawl under in, a dream, a denial, an escape, a mirage, like a trick of light,. But to others, it is real. It lasts. It endures, and it is shared, again and again, over and over, touching and changing lives of the people it reaches.
There are a lot of things we don’t know, or will ever know. We can’t predict things, or why we are here, or what the cure is for the common cold, or who ordered Ninoy’s assassination, or how Jesus looked like. A lot of things we can’t prove, or see, but we know exists. We don’t know what happiness or love really is, but we feel its presence. Much like God. We really won’t go wrong or lose focus, however, if we truly know the most essential thing. Ourselves.
Posted by nenggit at 1:02:53 am
[4] came. [come again :D]
1.18.2005
3 down! :D
Another Monday came and went.
Yet this was a Monday I din't dread. In fact, it was one I welcomed with a big grin on my face (abot pader) :D
Today was so wonderful it was almost surreal. :P Thank you for this amazing spontaneous act. More to come,yes?:P Hehe.
This was a Monday I was hoping would not end, but grudgingly accepted that it would, since I knew I would be having more Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays like this. More firsts, seconds, thirds... and lasts.I can't hardly wait.
And if I wasn't already inlove with him, I would have fallen twice over on this particular Monday.
What away to start my week :D I know this is going to be a really good one.
:D
***
happy.happy.happy.
thank you.thank you.thank you.
oso.oso.oso.
vyu. :D
Yet this was a Monday I din't dread. In fact, it was one I welcomed with a big grin on my face (abot pader) :D
Today was so wonderful it was almost surreal. :P Thank you for this amazing spontaneous act. More to come,yes?:P Hehe.
This was a Monday I was hoping would not end, but grudgingly accepted that it would, since I knew I would be having more Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays like this. More firsts, seconds, thirds... and lasts.I can't hardly wait.
And if I wasn't already inlove with him, I would have fallen twice over on this particular Monday.
What away to start my week :D I know this is going to be a really good one.
:D
***
happy.happy.happy.
thank you.thank you.thank you.
oso.oso.oso.
vyu. :D
Posted by nenggit at 1:56:51 am
[2] came. [come again :D]
1.11.2005
rant day!
Bad monday. Let me vent it out.
There is always pride in being first. There’s a distinct tilt of the head, a certain strut, a recognizable smile that can be observed, even envied. I absolutely love being first, the thrill of the chase and then the adrenaline rush moments before triumph. After awhile, I figured I like staying on top better.
Up until the last quarter of 2004, I have been single, content, happy and have been in that state for 18 months or so. I do not claim to have led a monastic life. It was hella good. At one point you can call me commitmentphobic. Somewhat. Call me cocky, but I believed that if whoever I was seeing goes away, then, there will be another. I can only be who I am. I have sins. I may not go to Church, or believe in everything they preach but it doesn’t mean that those who do are less sinful. Call me selfish. You get what you give. You give what you get. Either or, I never really took without giving.
And then I met him. Someone so different from me, yet I could not stay away. The party lights dimmed, somewhat.My glamorous single life was slowly losing its appeal. Suddenly, it had to be him. Not some charming ultragorgeous older guy, not one of the dangerously safe men.
Yes, it must be love. It is.
We’ve been together for three months. And we are so damn happy. We go through hard times, admittedly, mainly because of our disparities as individuals, but the love between us has never been in question. We have talked about our firsts, lasts, present, future and yes, the past.
There are things and places that I do not wish to step on, which is precisely why I pushed the stop button when he was giving me the 101 about old flames. I know he would have given me more information, but I saw no need to. All I really needed was the basics, which I got. Now, why didn’t I pounce on some juicy details?
They had something. And it is theirs. I do not wish to intrude on it.I want them to have it. I am secure enough not to want to be in his every memory. I respect their past and what they shared. I have been someone else’s former, and I wish I am given the respect I have accorded them and what we used to have. I always try to put myself in others' shoes.
The thing is, I’m not throwing any stones. I do not see the need to. Why should I bother when I’m busy trying to conceal my the-cat-who-ate-the-canary grin? I’m not bluffing when I say I have a royal flush in my hands.
I am being as considerate and just as I can be. But if barbs are sent my way, well, dare me. :D Who knows? I just might oblige. Call me a bitch. But do not make the mistake of calling me a slut.
There is pride in being first,let us remember,however, that in love, in true love, firsts do not really matter, whether one is the first or the 7 billionth, for it is everyone’s goal, everyone’s fervent wish to be the significant other’s last.
I hope it doesn’t get to be a bad week.
There is always pride in being first. There’s a distinct tilt of the head, a certain strut, a recognizable smile that can be observed, even envied. I absolutely love being first, the thrill of the chase and then the adrenaline rush moments before triumph. After awhile, I figured I like staying on top better.
Up until the last quarter of 2004, I have been single, content, happy and have been in that state for 18 months or so. I do not claim to have led a monastic life. It was hella good. At one point you can call me commitmentphobic. Somewhat. Call me cocky, but I believed that if whoever I was seeing goes away, then, there will be another. I can only be who I am. I have sins. I may not go to Church, or believe in everything they preach but it doesn’t mean that those who do are less sinful. Call me selfish. You get what you give. You give what you get. Either or, I never really took without giving.
And then I met him. Someone so different from me, yet I could not stay away. The party lights dimmed, somewhat.My glamorous single life was slowly losing its appeal. Suddenly, it had to be him. Not some charming ultragorgeous older guy, not one of the dangerously safe men.
Yes, it must be love. It is.
We’ve been together for three months. And we are so damn happy. We go through hard times, admittedly, mainly because of our disparities as individuals, but the love between us has never been in question. We have talked about our firsts, lasts, present, future and yes, the past.
There are things and places that I do not wish to step on, which is precisely why I pushed the stop button when he was giving me the 101 about old flames. I know he would have given me more information, but I saw no need to. All I really needed was the basics, which I got. Now, why didn’t I pounce on some juicy details?
They had something. And it is theirs. I do not wish to intrude on it.I want them to have it. I am secure enough not to want to be in his every memory. I respect their past and what they shared. I have been someone else’s former, and I wish I am given the respect I have accorded them and what we used to have. I always try to put myself in others' shoes.
The thing is, I’m not throwing any stones. I do not see the need to. Why should I bother when I’m busy trying to conceal my the-cat-who-ate-the-canary grin? I’m not bluffing when I say I have a royal flush in my hands.
I am being as considerate and just as I can be. But if barbs are sent my way, well, dare me. :D Who knows? I just might oblige. Call me a bitch. But do not make the mistake of calling me a slut.
There is pride in being first,let us remember,however, that in love, in true love, firsts do not really matter, whether one is the first or the 7 billionth, for it is everyone’s goal, everyone’s fervent wish to be the significant other’s last.
I hope it doesn’t get to be a bad week.
Posted by nenggit at 9:56:46 am
[4] came. [come again :D]
1.4.2005
waves
She sat, and stared, with envious eyes, at the waves that rushed towards the shore, like impatient lovers, eager to be in each other’s arms after being apart. It was almost time for the sun to gracefully bow out and give way to the moon. She knew she had to go. Yet she lingered on, savoring each moment, praying. When she reopened her eyes, the sun’s final farewell of the day tinted the sky, fused with the calm hues that signaled the moon’s entry. All was calm.
She took the hand that reached out to her. The hand that steered her away from the waves that rushed towards the shore, like impatient lovers, eager to be in each other’s arms after being apart, towards the throng of people that went about their normal routine. The hand was big and warm. Her fingers were securely entwined with his, as he led her towards the bustling streets. She felt ensconced in a bubble of tenderness and concern. She felt comfortable. Protected. Secure. She may not know where they were headed, but she knew, in her heart of hearts, she was being guided to safety.
Yet...something was amiss. She could not dislodge the nagging feeling. Though she held this hand for countless times, this was not what she was yearning for. It wasn’t the hand that held hers tight, fearing he might lose her. This wasn't the touch that made her feel tingly and excited and secure all at the same time. These weren’t the fingers that squeezed hers to assure her that things will be alright. It wasn’t the one that traced her palm like it was a map that gives way to hidden treasures. This wasn’t the hand she gripped when she was terrified. Not the fingers that stroked her flesh to life and made her blood race. This wasn’t the hand she sought to reach hers when she gets lost in a crowd. This wasn't the hand that she knew, when it held hers, she wouldn't dream of being anywhere else.
The hand that led her now was all too familiar, yet it was different. After a deep breath, she halted and tugged. He knew. This truth, he has learned to accept and live with. She was not his. He turned, let go of her hand, and she ran towards the rails.
She gazed out longingly. Towards the waves that rushed towards the shore, like impatient lovers, eager to be in each other’s arms after being apart. The moon now cast a soothing glow, while the stars twinkled their sympathy.
“He will wake up, won’t he?”.
***thanks to josh for the pic. :D :D :D
She took the hand that reached out to her. The hand that steered her away from the waves that rushed towards the shore, like impatient lovers, eager to be in each other’s arms after being apart, towards the throng of people that went about their normal routine. The hand was big and warm. Her fingers were securely entwined with his, as he led her towards the bustling streets. She felt ensconced in a bubble of tenderness and concern. She felt comfortable. Protected. Secure. She may not know where they were headed, but she knew, in her heart of hearts, she was being guided to safety.
Yet...something was amiss. She could not dislodge the nagging feeling. Though she held this hand for countless times, this was not what she was yearning for. It wasn’t the hand that held hers tight, fearing he might lose her. This wasn't the touch that made her feel tingly and excited and secure all at the same time. These weren’t the fingers that squeezed hers to assure her that things will be alright. It wasn’t the one that traced her palm like it was a map that gives way to hidden treasures. This wasn’t the hand she gripped when she was terrified. Not the fingers that stroked her flesh to life and made her blood race. This wasn’t the hand she sought to reach hers when she gets lost in a crowd. This wasn't the hand that she knew, when it held hers, she wouldn't dream of being anywhere else.
The hand that led her now was all too familiar, yet it was different. After a deep breath, she halted and tugged. He knew. This truth, he has learned to accept and live with. She was not his. He turned, let go of her hand, and she ran towards the rails.
She gazed out longingly. Towards the waves that rushed towards the shore, like impatient lovers, eager to be in each other’s arms after being apart. The moon now cast a soothing glow, while the stars twinkled their sympathy.
“He will wake up, won’t he?”.
***thanks to josh for the pic. :D :D :D
Posted by nenggit at 1:19:59 am
[8] came. [come again :D]
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