Psyche-

Now I could be the baddest person you're thinking of. But I am not. Because if I am one, I would not have entertained you, approached you with all the niceties. It just happened we have this kind of goal we are competing about. And there are some things that just can't be shared of no matter how generous one is. The sadder thing, the word choice exists. My sorry couldn't dwindle the emotion you are into now, I'm sure of it. I will say again, "Your smart-ness and prettiness are your weapons you can make use of. I am in no place of dictating you what to do. If what you think you have for him is doing him something right, you go on." This, too, came from you, you'll get over this. I did not win. You did not lose. Maybe, as of the moment. For the dice has just started to be rolled...

Naisip ko ng pag-usapan 'to pero everytime na darating na yung moment na magkaharap tayo, tungki sa tungki ng ilong, nawawala lahat ng gusto kong sabihin. My attempts ended me up, "Baby. Baby. Baby... Baby, I love you. I love you, Baby." When I decided to say yes to you, I meant forever. You offered me the you get metamorphosed. Ciempre, ang sarap sa feeling, kaka-flatter, na wow, isipin ko yun, ako ang makakapagpabago sa'yo. It's more than yung naniwala ako sa 'yo na "isusuko" mo ang lahat ng bisyo mo kada lapit mo sa'kin, kakulitan mo for almost 4 or 5 months. It's mainly because MAHAL NA MAHAL kita. Sh*y*t, mahal na mahal kitaaa to the moon and back! Nabanggit kita sa Mama ko kasi I believe mother knows best. Expected ang sasabihin nun sa'kin at mas matindi ang sasabihin ni Daddy. I had to let them know para whatever happens, di sila masha-shock. Kasi baliktarin man natin, they are still my parents. She had this message, "It'

It was the 19th of March at around 9:00pm when you came up by the door with a stem of Rosa kordesii. It was my very first time to have one from my first (and hoping to be the last) BF. It was an unimaginable womanly feeling. I intended to have the moment like frozen by saving the green-ness and red-ness by dipping the stem in a bottle of water. Soon though as expected, it would soon lose its life. I would be saving the unfurled petals and press them within pages of books. When totally dried up, I would keep them in a special case.

Here I go with the strongest, so far, pang of pain. I want to cry my eyes out until my pain sensor gets numb and my cries finally get dumb. Sometime ago, I began to believe in what you swore as truth. In any tendency, I thought I can handle whatever cause I would end at. I don't want to bother you about anything that does wrong with your mental focus on reviewing, more so with your health.But it hurts so much that it's hard to contain the toxicity inside all by myself so telling you I'm hurting is what I'm thinking to be the first move. At the littlest hint of it, you turn into your genius of alibis. I just can't go on doing things with somebody hurting. I'm so whacked out. I find no strength to give you up. And still into completely fooling myself I am your stimulus of your magical metamorphosis. I don't want to end with this first relationship of mine being traumatized. Can we be honest about ourselves to the least?

And so I think I fell into the pool of ecstasy-believed-to-be-forever called love... Still protected by the safest abode since infancy called home where parents were there. Father said not to fall in love while in the academe of attaining bachelor's degree. Mother said to marry someone who believes in mutual respect and keeps you the woman you are supposed to be treated. Trawling through adolescence's tugging Cupid's sleeve for extrication and slipping off the fast-paced timer of a woman, am I supposed to be buzzed to consider settling down? So here comes the "he" creeping in with a cloud of dark past (who doesn't have? at some point?). He is smudged by somebody's standard. He was ganged up with labels of unwanted verbatim. He would be Cinderella's or any Disney princess's prince charming long gone outcasted. Somebody to wake up with a bump on the head uttered yes. Maybe giving a shot to the verb trying -- the "she" finally has given

Grampy and Granny on their Diamond Wedding Anniversary , 60 years, six-zero, of marriage!!! Oh Kabunyan! With our most special beloved as of the moment, our parents slash mother-in-law or father-in-law slash grandparents are us the complete, either in spirit or flesh, eight of your offsprings, 22 granchildren (and counting) and six great grandchildren (and counting) are overwhelmed with gratitude of this bountiful life. The tradition of celebrating a 6oth anniversary came into popularity after Queen Victoria celebrated her Diamond Jubilee. Diamond comes from the Greek word adamas which means UNCONQUERABLE and ENDURING. A decade ago, we were clad in yellow tees commemorating the golden years of marriage of our lolo and lola. We were more particular about the exact date when they fell in love and proved that love conquers all ngem ketdi (but) the marriage that withstand all trials, the patience, T-R-U-E-S-T  LOVE  that is,  is one exemplar we model on as we