to let go

does not mean to stop caring, it means you can’t do it for someone else.
does not mean to care for, it means to care about.
does not mean to fix, it means to be supportive.
does not mean to change another, it means to make the most of yourself.
does not mean to deny, it means to accept.
does not mean to nag or scold, it means to listen.
does not mean to regret the past, it is to live for the future.
it means that we should admit that we are frequently powerless and that someone else’s outcome may not be in our hands.

HARTS & CHOCOLATES

Heartaches And Chocolates
posted by brownskin (Mar 01, 2009 @ 11:01PM) views: 35

You open your eyes in the morning and realize everything has changed. You are in love. You’ve got the right love, the right place, the right time, and then poof! you’ve got the wrong person!

You go down to the kitchen and decide to make yourself a cup of coffee, but then you don’t know how because you’ve never made one in your whole life.. So you go out, hail a cab and go to starbucks.. Order an espresso, smell it and admit to yourself that you never really like coffee..

So you leave the coffee on the table and order Coke! Ahh, there! The most refreshing thing in the world!

After an hour you sit there with six empty coke cans, and your tummy aches like hell..

So you go home and sit on the john cursing the coca cola company..

On the other side of the bathroom is the bathtub. No, you can’t drown in there. You look up the ceiling, and then remind yourself that mom wouldn’t like you hanging yourself to death.

Then you go to bed remembering how you said it to him and why. Your tummy still aches but the moments flashbacking in your already aching head are unstoppable. Everybody (and whether you like it or not you belong to “everybody”) knows that he is dating someone, and it’s not you! The wedding is scrupulously elaborated by others than by himself. So how could you profess (or confess) your love to him? That makes you the stupidest creature ever existed in the cosmos!

Yesterday his smile seemed ridiculous and you almost thought he was laughing at you at the back of his (well, you insignificantly say senseless) head. But now you think that smile could have meant something. You just can’t figure out what.

And being your immature self, you go down to the kitchen again to get a bar of snickers and actually think it can help you forget.

And to prove your infamous lack of sense of differenciation, you wish you have more chocolates rather than think of how you can actually live up to your stupidity from yesterday.

There you are, crying, not because there’s world war III in your stomach, but because you are trying to eat your heartaches away..

Heartaches and Chocolates.
/meldita.

—

this is the first time i wished i were someone else. why is it that sometimes
when we love someone
we dont show it?

we dont let that special someone feel it?
is it because of our pride?
self denial?
fear of rejection?
or

is it because of the simple fact that we tend to deny
ourselves of the things that make us happy
just to play it safe and eliminate the possibility of getting hurt

well well well
posted by gitaraboi (Mar 01, 2009 @ 12:08PM) views: 55

it has been a while its been sometimes, since i last mess with you guys.
and it has been a quiet while to find out that, you cant trust no one but yourself. no not your friends, not even those hu tries to get in your way.

it has been a long long while….. it has been so far and longing to believe that you wud recognize my face again when i show up..

and most of all it was quite while that every morning then i f c k i n g stay awake.

its getting worst i must move on

 

kowts

a devil
luvs dis
angel but
d angel
didn’t mind..

1 day d
devil
get sick
& was about
2 die..

den d
angel
asked
“y r u
leaving
me?”

d devil
answered
so i can
be ur
angel
and luv u 4ever…
-o-
isn’t it
unusual
2 fol 4
sum1 u
thot u wud
never lyk?

luv is lyk
dat, it never
tells u
wen 2 fol
&
hu will catch u

it juz cums
& wat hurts more,

it wont even
tell wen it will go…
-o-
When we were younger,

crying seemed to be the answer..

now that we’re older

crying seems to be the only option…

-o-
we don’t nid a man…

we may want them 4 sum risons.

but we don’t nid them..

wen we’ve got problems, 2 whom do we run 2 1st..?

to our GIRL-FRIENDS..

wen we laugh to whom to we want 2 share our stories?\

to ourGIRL-FRIENDS..

so it’s obvious w or w/o a man,

we can survive.

remember this,
‘man can fulfill our weakness, its true’

but ‘our GIRL-FRIENDS fulfill our strengths’

-o-
behind

my

smyl

r my

lies..

behind

my body

is a

broken me..

behind my

jokes r

lafter

sumtyms

i fake..

coz @ the

back of

dis sign

‘im free’

is a sign

that says

‘pls. fix me’

-o-
sabi koh
sana d ikaw
ung tao
n sasaktan aq,
d ikaw ung
taong luluhaan q
at d ikaw ung
taong dapat
iyakan q..

sagot mo naman,
“oo ba!! wag kang
mag-alala..d naman
darating ung
araw na mamahalin
kita ehh..”

-o-
wen u txt ur ex
“i still luv u”
& he just reply
“Tangina! tama na! nakakagulo k na”

don’t b sad

text m uli!

sbhn m,

“gago mo!
nwrong send lang!
bakit kaw lang b ex koh?
duhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

-o-
wen a hart is true
ders no nid 4 words
‘coz even in silence,

luv can be heard

destiny
determines hu
comes into our
lives but its
d hart that decides
hu stays inside..

-o-
Wen ur in pain, don’t fight it.

you’ll just get exhausted.

A piece of advice:

FEEL THE PAIN UNTIL IT HURTS NO MORE!!

-O-
A guys story:
A lovely girl walked up
2 me 2day and 2 my
surprise, der wer tears
flowing down her
soft, subtle eyes..

” Y do u guys always hurt
ur gurl? always breaks our hearts
and always have 2 have more than 1 girl?
Is it an unspoken competition btwn ol men?” she proclaimed

I smiled.. Handed her my hanky & answered

“y do u gurls always luv d wrong guy?
always takes the other guy for granted
& always breaks his heart?
Is it an unspoken insensitivity?

-o-
sabihin mo
lang kung
ayaw mo na

sabihin mo
lang kapag
hindi ka na
masaya..

dahil kahit
masakit at
hindi ko
kaya..

gagawin ko

nanginginig pa…

-o-

Kung dadating
man ung araw
na suko ka na..

kung dadating
man ang panahong
bumigay ka na..

Umalis ka na..

hindi mo na
kailangang
magpaalam
at magsabi pa..

Dahil alam qng
sa naging desisyon
mo magiging masaya ka…

ELEPHANTS AND FRIENDS HAVE A LOT IN COMMON

When an elephant is ill or injured, other elephants in the herd gather around
to protect the animal, and to bolster it up.
They know how important their support is
because if an elephant in such a condition lays down,
it wont be able to stand up again on its own.
So, the other members of the herd literally surround the weak elephant
and help it remain standing. Even when on the move,
the other elephants walk next to the ailing elephant,
supporting it as they travel.
Just as elephants intuitively know when one of their friends needs assistance,
they also know when that friend no longer needs support,
and so they gradually give the elephant a little more room
until it walks and functions on its own.
A friend is someone with whom I can reveal many parts of me,
even those I am meeting for the first time.
-Jennifer Leigh Youngs

nve rgiv up

It is madness—
To hate all roses, because you’ve been scratched by one thorn.
To give-up all ur dreams, because one didn’t came true.
To lose faith in prayers, because one was not answered.
To give up on ur efforts, because one of them failed.
To condemn all ur friends, because one of them betrayed.
Not to believe in love, because someone was unfaithful.

Remember that another chance may come up.
A new friend. A new love. A new life.

Never, ever, give up on anything.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-==–=-=–=-= -=-=–=-=-=-=-=-=-=–==-==-=-=
with me..
u don’t have to be fancy
or talk in a special way

you don’t have to mind your manners
or wear your best clothes and shoes

you don’t have to pretend you’re happy
when you’re feeling sad

with me,
you can cry.
you can laugh out loud..

you can speak your mind
or say nothing at all

you don’t have to try hard to impress me..
coz with me, you can just be u..
and i appreciate you for that…..

-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Hards hip
is 1 way
of
measuring
one’s strength
so if
ur problm is
extra big

be
extra flattered

y?

bcoz that’s how
much God believes

in

you…..
  Here I am infront of the mainscreen,
Askin wut ya doin? N’How ya been?
Typin wut i truly feel in d computer,
Everythin seems 4eva.

I love u but wut can i do,
Damn i dont have a clue
But all i know is I LOVE U,
N’ 4eva i’ll wait 4 u.

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kinda long but its worth reading

One of the reasons why people get so sentimental is because memories are the only things that don’t change… when everything else does…

There are things in life that you can’t hold on forever, no matter how much you fight for it. Sometimes destiny isn’t always good, it becomes playful.

When you met someone you learned to love, you thought that it was destiny that made your paths cross. But that if making your paths cross is just a part of the game that the playful destiny creates? Making you realize in the end that the person you thought was destined for you weren’t really meant to stay but only destined to make you feel love and leave you when you’ve already fallen.

It’s not easy to state a reason when you decide to leave your love. Some might think it’s just an excuse… Some might not actually believe… Some will blame you… Some might even be mad of you… What they don’t see is the fact that it hurts you even more to hurt someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt… Especially when you can’t actually state the reason why you have to leave…

You can never own something that was never yours… So let’s stop gripping on things we expect to last forever… Nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie. Everything is transitory. So while you have something in your hand, put in mind that it’s just borrowed… So that someday when it’s gone, it won’t take you eternity just to let it go…

When your feelings get strong for someone, it’s always wise to stop for a while and give your heart a time to breathe… A time to use your mind to weigh the situation based on reason not on emotion… Because the saddest thing that can happen is when one fell in love while the other wants nothing more than friendship… Love can sometimes be magic… but magic can sometimes be an illusion…

There are times when I wish that I was limited to certain emotions… So that I’ll never have to experience pain, never feel betrayed or disappointed, and never get my fragile heart broken…

But the same thing means that I’ll never know how it feels to love and be loved in return… the thought of it kind of scares me… to have a heart that’s whole but numb… or a heart that’s broken but real… Someday, we’ll all be looking back to those days we learned to love, get hurt, cry, and fight. Maybe when that time comes, we’ll be laughing at our old dumb selves… Realizing how stupid we were to stand up for things we knew weren’t really meant for us. But I guess learning takes time, and mistakes make one’s journey fun… Life is what we make it. Love makes the world go round… So let’s live, love, and take whatever pain it brings…

Though it’s hard to wait around for something that I know will never happen… It’s harder to stop when I know it’s everything I’ve always wanted…

im an ex,

Im An Ex…

I know that it’s stupid — and silly — to sound as if my whole life revolved around being somebody’s ex-girlfriend. But I can’t help it…that title packs a pretty strong punch. I am now an official member of the “loved-and-lost” club. And while it’s a title I don’t exactly want, I have to admit that it does say some things about me.

I am an ex.

I once loved someone who loved me back. But he didn’t want to stay… So I had to let him go. I cried. A lot. I spent countless nights wondering what went wrong, muffling my sobs with my pillows so my parents wouldn’t suspect that something was amiss. I’d reminisce about our happy times, then break down when I’d realize that he was no longer mine.

I analyzed every single detail of our breakup. I wrote long e-mails to my closest friends. I talked endlessly about my situation. I spent my nights in tearful telephone conversations and my days in daydreams where we’d end up in each other’s arms again. Sometimes he was still my angel, still my knight in shining armor who I’d do anything for just to have back. But sometimes, I saw him as the devil incarnate who broke my heart in the worst possible way, and who deserved to be horsewhipped at the very least.

I tried to show the world that I was OK. That I was over him. That it was fine just being friends. I didn’t go around with a big “X” on my forehead, nor did I go around with puffy eyes and a tissue box. I tried to live my life as I knew it before I met him. People thought that I was doing great. They heard me laugh and they saw me smile; I seemed happy, they said; and I told myself that I was. But in the solace of my room, where I tried to organize my thoughts and sort out my feelings, I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t truly happy. Because I was still yearning for someone, and my heart still ached for something that could not be.

Surprisingly, things have gotten better. I’ve changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized that he wasn’t the only one out there for me. I also realized that there were valid, powerful reasons why we split up. And I’ve become stronger,older, wiser. He’s changed as well — when I look at him, sometimes I still see the boy I fell in love with. Sometimes I think that he’s the same person… he still has the same goofy smile and mischievous charm that I fell for, and I like to believe that the rest of him is unchanged as well. But then I take a closer look and I realize that he HAS changed… that I don’t know him anymore, not really… not enough to love and care for him as I once did.

I am an ex.

I’ve loved and lost. I’ve cried tears for the things that were and that could have been. I’ve wrestled with intense feelings of love and hate, of jealousy, of frustration. I’ve simultaneously taken down and brought up my pride. I’ve tried to rebuild my world without the person whom it used to revolve around. I’ve tried to save myself from the depths of depression and self-pity, and when I couldn’t do that, I turned to God for help. I don’t know exactly what I gained, or how much I lost. Maybe someday it will be all clear to me… then again, maybe not.

voyage

It’s hard to hold on to a feeling that you’re not suppose to feel.. You hope but nothing happens.. You keep on hurting yet you don’t know how to stop ‘coz you know that even if there’s nothing to hope for, there’s a part in your heart that says, “hold on a little longer, there might be a chance…”

We come. We go. That’s life or so they say. Come and go, it’s inevitable; or is it necessary? When bidding goodbye comes, we look back and it doesn’t matter if we cry or smile. Leaving is always sad and solemn, after all, both for the one who leaves and for those for whom he is leaving from. We’re never as much hurt whenever we go.We wonder why is it that leaving is always painful and emotional. In case we pretend to be unhurt of our going, our emotions could betray us, and lay bare our wounds of our leaving. Hidden or otherwise, wounds are just part and parcel of the whole saga. We cry. We smile despite the pain. And there’s the mix emotion, one that is both sad and excited. Then we go; and we’ve already left before we could ever know it. It doesn’t matter when we’re gone.

As we leave, we know we could go back one day. It’s time that tells us when. What it seems to be the most sensible thing to do when we’re leaving is nothing but to look back. It may do us no good but it’s important nonetheless.

There we can see people and places, and the special moments, and the memories as well. Looking back hurts. Always. There we can find those we left behind. Some are friends and foes…some are the people we loved, others that we hated…and some we feel near to, others that we feel distant from…people and events and memories that dwell in places we’ve been to. And we realize as we go, that all of that, comprises the one person that we were. And we realize we did not at all the time love and love.We hate also at times. There are moments in which we’re confident, others in which we’re regretful.We’ve loved, we’ve lost. Memories. How can we ever forget to include them in our suitcase? We can always go back anyhow to cherish and love the more or otherwise. It’s a matter to decide for.

When we go, it’s not the people or places that we turn our back to. It’s the person that we were. It’s not possible to include it in the list of things to bring as we would memories.And it’s not surprising then, that we feel a sense of loss whenever we go.When we leave, we don’t lose people and places as easy as we lose our very selves that we once were. We could go back to the same people, same places, or whatever it is that we want to go back to, but we can never go back to the same “us” that we have left.We realize that even going back hurts as much as leaving.

In our life, there are things we think we cannot just live without. For one thing, we value all that belongs to friendship much as life. But when we leave and go, chances are, we may lose them. We wish we could keep them eternally. We can if we stay perhaps. When we go, we can be able to save some for keeps; but the others, we would totally lost in vain. It is unfair sometimes why we ever have to lose something. The consequence is so painful that we feel we can never afford to lose anymore. But it’s totally absurd, as it’s totally crazy that in whatever way and no matter how we try to understand how the whole thing works, we may still lose nonetheless for over a time and again.

The same sad feeling goes to the people we left behind. They lose us; or at least in the sight of their eyes.

When we decide to go, there in our hands lay the blueprint of where we’re leading to or what we’re up to. There’s the plan. The itinerary. The tools and principles. However, failure comes when the plan we know best they’re gonna work out do not materialize the way we expect them to. It happens. We make mistakes. We blunder. We fall along the road. It’s just a matter of luck maybe. But destiny is something we work out for. It’s good that it was said, ” failure is a choice.” At least, we can know if we’re doing the right thing.

The moment we go, we should not forget we’ve been to the places and people we left behind. We know we could have lost a home. But home is where it is safe to be who we really are. It’s where we can never be lost.

One day, should we decide that we go back to where we have left, it would be special to reminisce the past just to have the taste of what it feels like to be exactly where we were before. The people..the events..the places.. Here, we can refresh the memories. We go. We go back. The same thing happens. The tears..the smile..the memories.

A rEaL man

a real man 

     doesnt necessarily know how to play basketball

a real man

  does cry even when in front of a girl

a real man 

   does wear pink w/o hesitation 

a real man 

  never fyts  

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dying….

Staring at a certain object that reminds me of your memory, a memory of your love that once was mine. We grew up in the same place, we played the same taste of music, we dance at the same rhythm and you even teach me the first times in my life. Yes, the first time, my first love specifically speaking. I did not intend to fall for you yet it did happen, how silly I am for letting myself feel this way for you. I can not blame myself for feeling this way, the way your eyes glisten, every time you smile is enough for me to fall for you over and over again, enough for me to break all the promises that I’ve told to myself. 3 stages of being a student, is also a stage for me to be close to you and let you know what I feel. Primary, looking at you from afar is enough for me, smelling your scent brings me 2 feet higher than the ground, and talking about the stupid little games is all enough for me to have you as my classmate. Secondary, second step to be near you, but it seems that it is all worthless because every time I gave you something you seem to reject it and leave it on a side of your room. I took this chance to make you feel that you are special to me, but I do not have the courage to voice out all the screams that my heart wants to tell you. Coward! That’s the word I always tell to myself, a contradiction what my friends knew about me. How can this word comes into their mind if they knew that I’m a drag racer, an exhibitionist in motor racing but they did not know that I’m a coward risk taker in love. I will never take the risk of saying those words for you. Words, which will be kept on my heart and will just tell it through the way my eyes look at you and through the way I let you feel how special you are to me. In this stage I learned to be jealous, and be a hypocrite every time you ask me if it is ok to be with that someone that you loved, I always tell it is ok and it will be better if you spend time with that very lucky person. a person that hopefully, will not hurt you. How can I say those words if I knew how much fear I have in losing when you are starting to fall for that person,and how can I start living a new life when all this time living means having you at my side?. questions in living when love has chosen to walk away from me,I know I can’t start for its hard to ignite one’s fire when temperature is not enough, when it’s weak and hopeless. When all of the fears,tears and troubles that you have kissed away starts to come back and chase me. I fear for now its all about existing not all about living, I cried for it breaks the dream that built up my future. Unfair for me, and I hate this feeling that I cannot live into this world without you as a part of my life. For since I’m a kid, you ‘ve always been a part of my plan, a part that I’ve thought would last forever at my side but I’m wrong. .i’m sorry!! Not your fault!! No ones fault!!! I’m dying!!! Forgive me!!!