Is it because...
I do not have anything interesting to write about?
I do not have the luxury to blog inside the prison?
I do not have the time?
Or maybe...
I just do not want to "reflect" on the stuff that I am undergoing right now thus I distract myself with not so fulfilling matters such as sports-related stuff?
Crap. I need to put my so called life back together.
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Whatever!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Amo
Have you ever been silently in love with someone you can never have?
So near and yet so far... So close you can touch his hand yet, yet so far to feel his heart..
Have you ever lived in pretense quietly loving without any condition?
A feeling of love that is unknown hiding it, not knowing for how long.
Have you ever been hurt unintentionally but put on a smile, pretended to be happy?
Deep inside you are in pain and suffering but outside you are jolly and laughing.
So near and yet so far... So close you can touch his hand yet, yet so far to feel his heart..
Have you ever lived in pretense quietly loving without any condition?
A feeling of love that is unknown hiding it, not knowing for how long.
Have you ever been hurt unintentionally but put on a smile, pretended to be happy?
Deep inside you are in pain and suffering but outside you are jolly and laughing.
Friday, February 08, 2008
10 Things I Hate About you
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Monday, February 04, 2008
WWW
Waiting...
Would you even remember?
Would you even care?
Waiting impatiently...
Would time give the answer?
Would it make any sense?
Waiting endlessly..
Would it be time to give up?
Would it be better to let go?
Would you even remember?
Would you even care?
Waiting impatiently...
Would time give the answer?
Would it make any sense?
Waiting endlessly..
Would it be time to give up?
Would it be better to let go?
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