I'm just down playin' things.
The month is about to come to an end.
September will surely be fabulous!
But I'm gonna have to make the most out of my hot August night first.
Hmmm... maybe I'll run into a hot august Knight tonight...
Now there's a thought to keep me glammed up...
I'm gonna have to get this over and done with
and get over where everythin' has just started.
It's gonna be another fab romp for the BIG bad city and me.
29 August 2008
Smooth Escape
28 August 2008
Goodmorning Sunshine!
Nice. This is the first email that I opened from my office account. Pretty angst-ridden to go along with my first cup of coffee... Hmmm, lemme see... Somethin' tells me this is gonna be awesome!
WHAT OPRAH SAYS ABOUT MEN
If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
(true that.)
Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.
Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.
(thank goodness I did...)
Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.
Slower is better.
Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.
If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve
then heck no, you can't "be friends".
A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.
Don't settle.
(I'm a bit iffy with the "friends" thing... go figure.)
If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
Don't stay because you think "it will get better."
You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
The only person you can control in a relationship is you.
('nough said.)
Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women.
He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?
(Hmmm, I'm lovin' my coffee by the minute...)
Always have your own set of friends separate from his.
Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.
If something bothers you, speak up.
Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.
You cannot change a man's behavior.
Change comes from within.
(Point taken.)
Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...
even if he has more education or in a better job.
Do not make him into a quasi-god.
He is a man, nothing more nothing less.
Never let a man define who you are.
(This, I know by heart.)
Never borrow someone else's man.
If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.
A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
All men are NOT dogs.
(Although they could be pigs or jackasses or...)
You should not be the one doing all the bending... compromise is a two way street.
You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...
Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.
You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...
a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...
look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.
(I know somebody who's gotta get a hold o' this...)
Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.
Make him miss you sometimes...
when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him -
he takes it for granted.
(Sometimes, Mr. Perfect isn't always Mr. Right. And Mr. Right isn't always right either.)
Never move into his mother's house.
Never co-sign for a man.
Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.
Keep him in your radar but get to know others.
(I'm onto my next shot of espresso... Coffee anyone?)
27 August 2008
My Deepest Condolences
I got a call early this morning.
An acquaintance died last night... the man a dear friend loved.
Worry gripped me. I lay speechless, breathless.
I knew him.
He was her whole world, as much as she had been his...
Another cheat.
Time has stolen life once again. Time was unforgiving once again.
Time is lost, and so is another life.
I fear I might fall short as a friend this time and fail her.
I know not what to say, lest what to feel even.
Neither sympathy nor sorrow came to visit my senses for her loss,
only a longing... for her yesterday to return,
a yesterday that should only remain in both our memories from this day forward.
And so as I woke up this morning,
I whispered a prayer far different from my own.
With my eyes closed, my mind hummed a lullabye
for a dear friend and her loss,
for a good man who was lost,
for a firm faith to endure,
for a forgiving time to assure,
for a life lived anew.
And then a tear fell...
Alas, I may not have failed her afterall.
22 August 2008
A Thousand Hits
Cheers!
to a thousand hits for this site
to a thousand hits for *My Life
(Or Somethin' Like It...)
Cheers!
to a thousand hits I've had
to a thousand hits just for you
(ooops, my bad!)
Cheers!
to a thousand hits more from me
just keep reading and you'll see:
(oh, but I'm pretty sure you will)
Cheers!
"Don't hate me just because you can.
Hate me because your man just can't."
(know that)
Cheers!
it's but a thousand times you can't miss
to read a thousand hits from me
(i bet, you'll see)
Cheers!
20 August 2008
Consider it done.
Do you smell the budding scent of fear?
It creeps slowly in the back of the mind,
Gently teasing what little sanity you have left,
Alas, leaving you frozen in time.
Do you relish what you have in your hands?
You paint a picture of a charmed life,
Yet grasping far out to an unfeeling lover,
Thus, running after a wretched strife.
Do you breathe such gleaming hatred for me?
The belief of my mere existence saunters,
Drowning you in a lake of ruined future,
Lest, living a life in solitary anger.
19 August 2008
What's for breakfast?
"You never really know why somebody wants to be around you, or if they do genuinely like you. I wish everyone had a label on their forehead so you could automatically tell their intentions. Sometimes you just wish that no one wanted anything from you." — Carrie Underwood
9:00 AM, 18 August, Monday.
Mr. Big called.
The next thing I knew, he was standing in my doorway with breakfast in hand and a bear hug to drown me with. Aside from a mouthful of bread shortly after, he had several mouthful of words tumbling.
"Baby..."
"I miss you."
And then came another hug.
A longer one.
"I'll see you soon."
Guess which one I got to digest.
Note to HER:
Just think.
15 August 2008
It's just another used-to-be.
You see, when you are with someone, you develop certain traits, behaviors and mannerisms that is bound to remind you of him. You develop a certain comfort zone where you feel safe, loved and most importantly, happy. You get used to grabbing your phone waiting for a message or a call; a message that will never again come, a voice that most probably never again be heard speak in a certain tone. You get used to sharing your day with him, laughing together at each other’s silliness and petty mistakes, enjoying what you experienced that day together. And such experiences will have to be cherished alone.
That is the most painful part of moving on. You would not just have to forget him. You are bound to forget a part of you, a part that you once truly cherished, enjoyed and loved. It is like being asked to change a treasured part of yourself, of who you are, of what you are, and of how you have become. To top it off, you never did want to change everything and anything in the first place.
There were actions taken that should not have been taken, words that should never have been said, and emotions that never should have been neglected. It pains to see how far it has gone, for everything to be thrown away so easily without remorse or any intentions and attempts to fix and win back what was lost. It adds to the pain, the pain of being set aside for somebody else. And it doubles when you realize that the person you cared for the most, the person you loved dearly could do such a thing. All that is left is to mourn in self pity, and realize that life has taken an awful turn, played a cruel joke and a heartless prank. To be given such hope and faith for all those times only to be taken away from you in an instant.
There are no words to describe such bittersweet emotions, the pain, the misery. I believe that there exist no word for it because it could only cause and add more pain to describe it. It comes and goes as it pleases. Just when you think that you are already okay, when you are already barely getting by, it will hit you hard again. The memories of the past with its corresponding emotions suddenly stings. You suddenly cannot help but smile as you remember those joyful moments of what once was. And as fast as the smile crept, your smile turns into that familiar pain from burning tears. For the sole reason that you know that they are just memories, all but memories of what has been lost in time. Then you realize, as you lie awake all throughout the night how much you hope that the nightmare would simply end as quietly as the night itself.
All that is left is for you to pick yourself up piece by piece. Like a child learning to walk, you stand and brace yourself for the oncoming storm that is yet to pass. You begin to admit how painful it all was. You admit that the storm has taken away what you have held dearly. You admit to yourself that it is truly over. And even if he comes back with tears rolling down his cheeks, with his loving heart worn on his sleeves; you realize that he is no longer the man you once loved; no longer is he the man who will stand with you in the rain. He is no longer the man whose smile took away all your pain. He is no longer the one man who stopped time. All he is now is the man who broke your heart, the man who left you to suffer what seemed to be the world’s greatest pain alone. He has suddenly turned into a mere memory of a now distant stranger who used to mean the whole world to you.
Alas, you accept the reality that nothing can take back anything that he has stolen.see, when you are with someone, you develop certain traits, behaviors and mannerisms that is bound to remind you of him. You develop a certain comfort zone where you feel safe, loved and most importantly, happy. You get used to grabbing your phone waiting for a message or a call; a message that will never again come, a voice that most probably never again be heard speak in a certain tone. You get used to sharing your day with him, laughing together at each other’s silliness and petty mistakes, enjoying what you experienced that day together. And such experiences will have to be cherished alone.
That is the most painful part of moving on. You would not just have to forget him. You are bound to forget a part of you, a part that you once truly cherished, enjoyed and loved. It is like being asked to change a treasured part of yourself, of who you are, of what you are, and of how you have become. To top it off, you never did want to change everything and anything in the first place.
There were actions taken that should not have been taken, words that should never have been said, and emotions that never should have been neglected. It pains to see how far it has gone, for everything to be thrown away so easily without remorse or any intentions and attempts to fix and win back what was lost. It adds to the pain, the pain of being set aside for somebody else. And it doubles when you realize that the person you cared for the most, the person you loved dearly could do such a thing. All that is left is to mourn in self pity, and realize that life has taken an awful turn, played a cruel joke and a heartless prank. To be given such hope and faith for all those times only to be taken away from you in an instant.
There are no words to describe such bittersweet emotions, the pain, the misery. I believe that there exist no word for it because it could only cause and add more pain to describe it. It comes and goes as it pleases. Just when you think that you are already okay, when you are already barely getting by, it will hit you hard again. The memories of the past with its corresponding emotions suddenly stings. You suddenly cannot help but smile as you remember those joyful moments of what once was. And as fast as the smile crept, your smile turns into that familiar pain from burning tears. For the sole reason that you know that they are just memories, all but memories of what has been lost in time. Then you realize, as you lie awake all throughout the night how much you hope that the nightmare would simply end as quietly as the night itself.
All that is left is for you to pick yourself up piece by piece. Like a child learning to walk, you stand and brace yourself for the oncoming storm that is yet to pass. You begin to admit how painful it all was. You admit that the storm has taken away what you have held dearly. You admit to yourself that it is truly over. And even if he comes back with tears rolling down his cheeks, with his loving heart worn on his sleeves; you realize that he is no longer the man you once loved; no longer is he the man who will stand with you in the rain. He is no longer the man whose smile took away all your pain. He is no longer the one man who stopped time. All he is now is the man who broke your heart, the man who left you to suffer what seemed to be the world’s greatest pain alone. He has suddenly turned into a mere memory of a now distant stranger who used to mean the whole world to you.
Alas, you accept the reality that nothing can take back anything that he has stolen.
14 August 2008
Oh so right...
11 August 2008
Think some more...
As much as I would really want to be unbiased with any comments posted, I have been really tempted with the thought of foregoing this last one I got.
I know Ms. Anonymous. She is the only one who shares the same wavelength as mine and minces the same words of sentiments as I did. I suppose the numerous comments before this stand evident of my assumption.
Not to be mean though, I’m not quite sure which one is more embarrassing: that I could quite figure out what this Happy Person is dying, er, trying to brag point out; or that I would actually have to post a “grammatically challenged” message alongside the really insightful comments and write-ups. (Pardon my writer’s arrogance, but I suppose my political correctness has well made up for it.)
[NOTE: I am merely posting this if only to make a point of why I did not approve of it.] So here was the message, lest I say, THE unsolicited advice that I ought to keep in mind, should I be able to unearth the depth of its meaning…
Seems your too obsess to something that results to bitterness. Are you still longing from your past? My advise is to take out the bitterness you've felt and move on. Insecurities wouldn't help you ease the pain. Hope you find your happiness same as I.
Honey, I know you’re not THE Ms. Anonymous whom I have exchanged insights with. Should I offend you with this post (which I’m pretty much sure of), then so be it. At any rate, thank you for wishing me happiness. It’s very well appreciated. I hope you’ll never tire of my succeeding posts.
Just think.
it does not change a thing.
a heart never forgets the one it truly loves.
ask yourself.
are you really loved?
or did you not just beg for it?
do not be too sure.
nor be too pretentious to act brave.
to actually believe you can face me, just because...
do not, for once, let your delusions unarm your sense of awareness.
he still whispers in my ear.
he still calls out my name.
i still linger in his mind ever so often.
and dare i say, as often as he breathes each of his waking moment.
be cautious, Miss.
i know.
because he told me so.
without even a need of prodding from me.
have you forgotten?
he never wants to lose me.
why do you think i am still around?
06 August 2008
the one
You know who I am.
You have seen me.
...in his eyes, each time they crinkle when he smiles
...beneath his lashes, as he sleeps soundly
...in his thoughts, whenever he looks ahead and wonders
You have heard me.
...in his voice, each time he speaks his mind
...in his laughter born from all his memories
...when he breathes and sighs during his restlessness
You have felt me.
...in his hands, each time you tug at his palm
...in his arms, everytime you reach out for him
...on his hair, whenever you touch the strands I caress when he sleeps on my lap
...on his face, everytime you touch his cheeks that lie beside mine
...on his mouth, in every kiss you call your own from his lips that never fail to say my name
You have watched me.
...in his every stride, every movement, every step he makes to come home to me
...as he bends his head every single time, keeping you unaware of his concerns
...through the look on his face whenever a crazy thought hits his head
Do you know who I am?
I am the face of the name he calls,
And mine are the arms he always runs to.
I own the ears to which he confides all these and more...
You know who I am.




