Blue Sky - Hale

When do stars fade their light?
Does the moon and the sun make it right
For you the world maybe
Like an endless storm chasing a mystery

Is there hate in your heart?
Does your body drop and tell you to stop
Loving you or loving me
When it all falls down you just sing with me

Coz there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering
A blue sky waiting tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow
Maybe it's all we need

Oh don't you wash away that smile
You just look out the window and see the light
It's beautiful to be alive
It's wonderful to live a life

The sun is sure to shine
For you and me for everyone
So don't be sad it's just the start
Of a new beginning in your life

Rain will keep on pouring
Some things you can't control
And while the sun seems far and hard to hold
It will unfold

There will always be a blue sky
A blue sky waiting tomorrow

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To Violet

To read of another intricately written prose about a woman's love to once she called her man, never failed to bring a concealingly weeping heart and an almost teary-eyed facade. It must have been really hard for her to let go. In retrospect, through all of the years spent together, it is definitely a struggle to draw herself out of that history.

And so Violet came reading constantly that woman's posted grief. It was as if the pain was seeping through her veins. It was as if she was feeling the same way. They knew nothing of each other. They were strangers, Violet and that woman. But what could have brought Violet to feel just the same? It was a mystery. It is.

No one would ever have thought that she was invlove, oh i mean inlove.. errr, involved with that same man. There was just a mere connection of amity between Violet and that man. But she never thought, in her darkest moments, she will fall.

To Violet, who knew nothing about love..

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda

From the archives to bring you hope of your love to be discovered.

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Not much of a change

So, did you like it? It's still the same ol' tomato. But it needed to be replenished. It's been a year and things have changed. Some are for good. Some turned worse. However, no drastic changes just yet. Maybe soon. If things turn out really well.

I'm happy:) Really.

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Fruity Talk

I came across this site and found quite interesting to be shared. I was looking for something to rename my url, and came across finding sites about tomato.. which is indeed a fruit. And found some exact translation of some fruits in Tagalog.

Cooking Banana/Plantain = Saba
Bitter Melon/Bitter Gourd = Ampalaya (someone was arguing to another the correct translation. and now i know they're both correct)
Caimit = Kaimito
Guanabana/Soursop = Guyabano

And that:
Loofah is really a fruit. And it's also called the "sponge gourd".
Pumpkin seeds are the true "squash seed".
Tomato are not to be refrigated -- the cold adversely affects the flavor and the flesh.

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http://www.nutribase.com/fruits.shtml

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Balisong - Rivermaya

It has been different. Nostalgic it is, but now it resounds with a different tone.. A tone which echoes the same way as the throbbing of my heart.

Your face lights up the sky on the highway.
Someday, you'll share your world with me someday.
You mesmerize me with diamond eyes;
I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright.
But I am losing all control -
My mind, my heart, my body and my soul

Never in my life have I been more sure,
So come on up to me and close the door.
Nobody's made me feel this way before;
You're everything I wanted and more.

To speak or not to; where to begin.
The way dilemmas I'm finding myself in.
For all I know you only see me as a friend.
I try to tell myself wake up fool; this fairy tale's got to end.

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130th

you will never always get what you want.

and things always, always do not turn out the way you expect it to be.

coz it is always the infamous "expect the unexpected".

but it is always at its best to get the feeling of a SURPRISE.

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Reinventing

I'm better. It's good to personally justify that you can manipulate your feelings/actions/reactions. It's just a matter of putting things into perspective. Even if it's hard, the truth is that it is only our choice to keep our vision straight. Right through where it's supposed to be.

Alas, alas! For the nth time around, I have been reminded that I am a big contradiction. Hahaha. I always keep on yakking about "living life to the fullest", but i myself haven't internally and fully accepted. To be "ideally preaching" of how should life be lived has just been a still picture. Devoid of action, as to walk the talk, or practice what you preach. I am just as always, fond with words.. Or with talking that is.

To love, to life, even to the tumultuous politics, I have then realized that I don't have any license to talk about it. Without, or the lack of experience and attachment to them, I do not have just as credibility to even pose a thought to be believed that i do make sense. Rubbish.

What's the next step? Thanks to the pep-talks I get every morning in my mails, and a bit of sermon through instant messaging, I have to work this out. I have to work myself out to be better, and to live the way I should, and the life as it is. For me, as ideal as it can be. Striking boldly, that to be ideal doesn't necessarily mean being perfect. But to lead it as you like it, thru your own (rooting from the word) IDEA. That the entire universe will conspire to help you achieve it. And that it will always be the FAITH that will keep you through.

Amen.

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Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own - U2

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can - you - hear - me - when - I -
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

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Thanks to Jonathan who gave me that U2 CD:P Belated/Advanced Merry Christmas:D

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In Random

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

There is a struggle between to write or to read. The senses have been battling whether to burst out your own sundry emotions or to take in emotional spurts as you leaf through the pages of another man's story. The heart is in demand of both. Which will you choose?

To think or not to think. Inevitably, the brain is incapable of malfunctioning. Unless you want to be dead. Or to be mentally inoperative. But to keep yourself from thinking of the shoulda-woulda-coulda's. Damn, really driving you nuts. To live life to the fullest will be the greatest remedy. To forget that the word REGRET even exists.

To love or to hate. There's a very thin line that separates four letters, that only sets its boundaries with its last commonality. 'E'.. for EMOTIONS. that both are genuine emotions, that can one can draw the conclusion to which side he has fallen into until physically acknowleding the situation. Feelings can never be dreamt, imagined, or even justified without confronting it. Even if it is surreal to even find words to encompass the true meaning of it, the truth beyond what the heart is beating can only be acknowledged upon sincere acceptance.. that you have fallen to love, or crashed upon hate.

I have then realized that in my defenses, I have come to incur contradiction to put myself into deep exasperation of masochism. That in arguments, I am beginning to feel that I am gaining more knowledge, and that I can build up my own view points towards a specific idea. And that to argue (without physical contact) and stress your brain from stretching its nerves to come up with bursts of ideas for the heck of contradicting, has brought me that relief that my brain is still working. Haha. Freak. However, now I am beginning to confuse myself to which side I'm really into. I am not somewhere in the middle. Neither at the positive or at the negative. I am like a limitless and directionless contradiction flowing against through both ends of infinity. I am posting another conflict, is this just me with "specific men"?

I have to stop. The room is now filled with strangers. Only through solitude I could embrace my indefinite comfort for words.

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Girlfriends

one of those, if not the only, opinion that mattered most to me.. whose influence can strike me the most, good or even bad (and can be the WORST!). hehehe. who would definitely, and i mean with utmost certainty, never leave you without a word of HOPE or anything to back you up. if the worse comes to the worst, there's always that escape to recover from you being caught up in whatever trap you have got yourself into. the ulitmate, REALIST, who can break you free when you're blinded by idealism that's ruling in YOU.. to allow you to view the box on different perspectives.

a prisoner of the so-called epitome of a true FILIPINA, has ESCAPED the incarceration of MARIA CLARA. haha. true enough, she has clearly gotten over board that impression, and has become the total opposite. which, take note, make one person gone mad.. DRUNKEN MAD because of this transition. (hehe FREAK!) however, despite this change, it didn't make her less of a friend... less of that GREATEST friends i have ever had. idealist turned realist (yes, because of the influence of the forementioned, dunno if that's a good sign or otherwise:p). the one who can ultimately listen to whatever. and would even go across to reach you. the person who would remind you to keep the FAITH. faith in whichever aspect.

no word can better describe her than the three letter word that builds the primary unit of a home. MOM. the number one icon of SELFLESSNESS. of a martyr(?).. of the OC.. of the filipino time.. of the nagger. haha. isn't she really the MOM?!:P although, you would have some doubts that she may be a good listener (her mind always floating to somewhere else, either to TV or to another person:P) she still is. really:) in any way you would think that you have no more friends left.. you're definitely wrong. coz you've got one that can never forget (uhm, exceptional in replying to text messages:P).

i love you all. thanks for the ultimate friendship. it has been almost seven years of friendship. of sisterhood. of "late-bloomers-hood". of boy-craziness. let's all cheer to that, with a bottle of vodka cruiser:D *yabang*

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