I need to write this through.
By what difference should we tolerate for us to have that elusive compatibility?
I’m tired running after you. Chasing you. Holding you then you’ll slip through.
You’re better then the best
I’m lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that’s right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me,
Lets me know that it’s ok, yeah it’s ok
And the moments where my good times start to fade
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
Even when you’re gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking the sidewalk crack and just like that
You steal away the rain and just like that
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
Don’t know how I lived without you
Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed, sing like bird
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh, you make me smile
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I am trying to contemplate on why it will be hard for us to click. But I’m tired of drama today so I’m simply creating a list:
1. We’re both ambitious that either one will not be able to give in sincerely for the other. You have a beautifully crafted pride that runs smoothly with your personality. I have an intensely kept temper.
2. I know when to stop when I have enough. As far as I see it today, you are hungry to be up there. I probably can say I’ve been up there. There’s nothing in it. So as we pursue our happiness, it starts by being contented to what we currently have and continuously appreciating every gain. What matters is the journey, not the summit itself, that is, if you know where the summit is.
3. Everything else is ok. So, let’s try bridging the gap.
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.
Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If ever someone picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. “I must be hurting him terribly,” I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.
Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.
It was time to give my all to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be like Ugly.
*This is an article taken from inspirationalstories.com
“Love is simple. Those who complicate it are afraid to love.”
Trauma na ata nakuha ko.
After today’s chat with you, I never thought i’d feel rejuvenated and refreshed that we’re over.
Buti na lang talaga tapos na tayo.
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
Tangina. Aalis ako sa trabahong ‘to bago matapos ang taon.
I decided to pursue Prison Break series this weekend after n months of delay. I finished the first three seasons early this year, but due to certain schedules and constraints, I was not able to go for season 4.
The story started with the imprisonment of Michael Scofield, a promising structural engineer, a magna cum laude graduate and had a full life ahead of him. But when his brother, Lincoln, was wrongly accused and set up by a group that runs over the nation, he went on to rob a bank to gain access to Fox River facility, a maximum prison penitentiary, where his brother was held. Gaining friends and enemies, he worked on planning to take his brother out with the entire blue print of the prison tattoed on his body.
One of the characters that caught my attention was Theodore Bagwell (T-Bag), a pedophile convict who had a rough childhood but is amazingly smart and witty. He has a keen observation of things and has way with words that sometimes put me on hold just to have my brain cells digest on what he said.
I was midway season 4 earlier when he uttered a line that went on ringing in my head. It goes like this – ” We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation.” And its true.
We have been conditioned to do things on a routine. We speak the same things, we react to same issues on the same way as years before, we fall in love with similar people, we make same mistakes over and over again. We live with our identities. We become prisoners of our own characters.
After hearing that 3-second line, I asked myself, if I have diverted to some road to which is completely different to where I am now, will I be able to kick myself back on track?
Life is a choice anyway. But some history and past, little by little and glint by glint will certainly continue to imprison us and bring us to the core of our identities. As D.M. Consunji, a contractor magnate in our country, puts it, our own selves remain to be our greatest enemies.
That will be it for now, I have ten more Prison Break episodes to watch. 
