A Silent Human

A silent human

That’s who you are

A thin little can

Always hiding in a bar

I was clueless of you

To get into the shattered

To clear out the blue

And say that you mattered

Well done my friend

At least you made it

But why did it ended?

Why did you quit?

You’re now a one weak soldier

That slips and dies on a war

A turtle in a motion picture

That never gets too far

Oh I’m sorry dear

But that’s love game

You created your fear

Don’t startle, don’t blame

Tear Me Here

Three years ago, there was you and me

So close to each other, wanting people to see

Like love birds that go wild and crazy

Everything’s good and right, that’s how are we

There were times that we haven’t talked

Yes it led our hearts to get locked

There were so much I wanted to say

But baby you chose to run away

All these times I thought I was the only one

The one who would turn you to a better man

I thought I was really the one you wished upon

But suddenly you left and chose to be gone

I was hopeful enough for one little chance

That maybe you’d come back asking me to dance

But you never did ‘cause you now had her romance

Never would I again reach your heart’s entrance

I'm Out Of My League Once Again

Somebody introduced this song and it already made me realize how I appreciate its
very lovely tune (most especially the intro), the lyrics behind the song, and of course, the person who popularized it. I've come to hear this song ever since I was a kid.But it became a lot more

meaningful when this somebody dedicated this song for yours truly.

Ü♥Ü♥Ü

Lyric Video over here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaMlVamGwoY

A Special To An Ordinary

So here’s the thing—a special thing. There’s this someone. Okay, let me recognize him as C. We've known each other for a year or two already. C is the kind of a person who knows what I want, what I need and what I love. C has been very much thoughtful to me ever since we knew each other and enjoyed each other’s company. The first time I saw C, I never really got the feeling of being attracted or whatever you want to call it. I just knew C and I would become really good friends.

A few months later, what I knew was really what happened. We became absolutely good friends. Absolutely good friends that it came to a point where I noticed myself how I cared so much. Ironic, isn't it? ‘Cause I only see our relationship as friends. That’s it. No more. No less. And I don’t understand why I easily get sad and mad whenever I see girls flirting around C. Geez! I have my blurry eyes but I can always see C from afar. And when he’s coming over to talk to me, I feel like being the luckiest girl in the world. C always makes me feel comfortable. C never fails to make me smile with the little things C does.

But one day... Yes, just one day... Everything went black. Ahuh, everything was nothing but a disillusionment. I realized how I made a lot of serious expectations and unluckily found myself dead—enveloped in a blanket of real lies. Everything was just a mere something. Just a temporary happiness. Yes. Exactly that’s how it was. That’s how we were. Okay. Now here’s the thing—an ordinary feeling.

Missing...

Being away from the people you've been with for how many years is indeed one real pain in the chest. I've been missing a lot of people I dearly loved since they chose to be gone.

I just missed how we used to be... how we turned each serious talk into something very memorable... how we always ended up learning from each other's mistakes... how we did silly things that were absolutely not allowable.

Haist... I wish I could be with all of you, again. :'(

When Being Misunderstood

Every person writes or tells her ideas and opinions towards something good or something bad. It’s pretty healthy to know other people’s say on the things you do. But being misunderstood is one real pain… a thing that’s too hard to handle most especially if you don’t want a stain to cover up the clean relationship you have with someone.

No matter what you do, may it be for them to like you or otherwise, they will always have something to say. For an instance, you say things for good but they never try to think of the benefit they could get from your words. And then you write down your feelings in order to help yourself move on from a certain kind of situation and to ease whatever feeling you’re having towards something or someone.

In short, they don’t try to understand what you really mean and what you are already feeling. They immediately do the judging that leads to a whole of misunderstanding. The word itself starts with a negative prefix and actually makes a mess to the entire condition you’re into.

Being misunderstood is never easy. It can be frustrating at times. But sometimes, you never tend to care about what you are feeling because all you wanted is to bring back and save the good bond. On the other side, it also takes a lot of courage and prayers to overcome the struggle of wanting a misunderstanding be fixed. When currently facing a quarrel with someone, you wish you can whisper them to interpret things correctly before they experience such thing and later on realize how definitely hard it is.

Hopeful Tries

Sometimes, I breathe deep and ask myself with a sad tone, “Why are people so reckless and dishonest and disrespectful at times?”

And I end up with a lot of reasons popping one by one over my pre-occupied head. The reasons are half understandable and half unacceptable.

Half understandable because, people are naturally like this and like that. They usually do things for their benefit without thinking how that one person on the corner feels.

Half unacceptable because, people take advantage and abuse the goodness and humility you show just to please them for work’s sake. They already let this “something evil” overpower their hearts and minds without thinking for a terrible effect that results to a huge gap between you two.

I always try to evaluate myself. Perhaps I’m the one to be blamed for these kinds of attitudes they possess. But somehow, I try to get back my thoughts of blaming myself, because in the first place, I am trying my best. The only problem is, they wouldn’t just cooperate.

I know and I believe that positive results and joyful rewards cannot be obtained if these dispositions continue to prevail. But I’ll try once more to keep on thinking for upright aftermaths in order to have controlled, honest, and respectful associates, and to end up with a progressive and peaceful workplace.

Sad Awful Love Song

Once upon a time

There was no you in my life.

I was content and happy

With the little things I got from them.

No silent cries and sad goodbyes

Just pure smiles and a healthy heart.

No wishes upon a star

But there was you who came unexpectedly.

I was surprised and startled

Yet I opened my door and let you came in.

Got no second thoughts and confusing queries

Only hopeful tries and an open mind.

One day, I shared our story under Mr. Sun

And he showed me how delightfully sunny he was.

He blessed us with his shades of yellow and abundant vibrancy

That made us stronger like ultimate fighters forever.

Never had silly arguments and blue loneliness

Merely joyful hearts and sparkling eyes.

But one night, I talked to baby moon

With little drops of tears on my right cheek.

Innocent baby moon got worried and moved closer to me.

He asked me what was wrong about our happy love story

And I said, “Baby moon, my everything was gone.”

He hastily went somewhere far and just left me a sad, awful, love song.

Oh Paris! Je T'aime ♥.♥

When I first saw you

Nobody made me glisten like you do

Right there I knew you were a good idea

‘Cause you made me wanna hunt you like a media

Your heavenly stature struck me

Like the waters that spark on a morning sea

You filled me with much excitement

I can’t wait to reach you in an instant!

With you, listed as my dream

Will later on be viewed with extreme gleam

I’ll make sure you won’t live like a tiny fantasy

‘Cause very soon I’ll taste you like a sweet cotton candy!

You Don’t Care At All

Last night when we spoke again

I was glad, and you don’t know…

That same night when we talked over

You were sad, and that I know…

You tried to get resembled

But I was too hesitant

You heard things like:

“No. Please. Let’s just be friends.”

And it hurt you, it hurt you a lot.

From that moment you stopped

Gone are the times that make me glad

No more mentioning about everything

Because you don’t care at all.

The next day you didn’t call

I was sad, and you don’t know…

That same day you did the ball rolling

You were happy, and that I know…

You dried your tears from then on

And stayed with your tough decision

I heard things like:

“I guess you were right. I have to let go.”

And it bumped me, it bumped me so.

From that moment you moved along

Gone are the moments that made you alone

No more holding on about everything

Because you don’t care at all.

I saw your name on one trending site

And you were busy with some new things

It reminds me of how it was before

Back when you still care about us a little more.

Never Really Changed

You returned and brought your heart again

Already fixed with lots of regrets

I turned away and left you with a sad song

It hurt you but you never gave up, so...

I was learning to love you again

Though I never really stopped doing it

I tried to move along when you bid goodbye

But it didn't worked out even for a while

So here we are again

Back to where we first begin

Chances were given; Choices were made

And now I see, you still haven't changed

You plead to have it back

Love and trust that didn't last

I was hopeful enough to forbid you

But months after, you threw it all again...

So where is your heart now?

Where is the love you said you have?

Tell me where could I find it...

'Cause I can't even feel a bit of it!

I don't know if I could love you a little better

Cause it seemed like I don't really matter

Unless you're alone and you've got no one

That's when you need me, but I'll never be there...

I'll never be there...

Yes I'll never be there...

I never want to be there again

'Cause you never really changed.

Faith

“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another:

"What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” 

― C.S. Lewis

Thumbs up to that very accurate quote up above! I am so much happy and grateful these past few days because I have a good friend of mine whom I can sing happiness with, someone who blends with me identically. We’re now closer because we have lots of similarities… and its super fun!

Let me introduce you to my beautiful and talented friend:

She’s Faith Garnet C. Patagoc, a junior Education student majoring in Pre-school and I call her “Peyt”. Most of us her friends call her that way.

She’s smart, skinny, preppy, bubbly, thoughtful, and she has a cute voice. She’s pretty in her own simple way. She loves to draw, to polish her nails with her nice work-of-art, to explore the wonders of the world, and to fly to Paris to fulfill her dream of becoming a great fashion designer by God’s grace.

She’s a good person, and she’s much of a happy-go-lucky teenage girl. But beware! Because once you do anything stupid to her, she’s going to make sure you’ll end up dead with her words although you’re literally and absolutely alive! Hahahaha!

We have this certain similarity and that is… we both love Taylor Swift! And our love for her grows stronger with our friendship every day! We have lots of plans like having our own T-Swift T-Shirt, strolling around down town to buy Swiftie stuffs like our ever-favorite headbands, plans of searching for her poster in all the department stores here in our place and buy one or more, another is celebrating her birthday on the 13^th of December and buy cupcakes (Taylor’s favorite) with #13 candle on top… and we’ll blow it together! And our newest and ambitious plans of having a photo shoot with our thrifted vintage dresses just like Taylor’s. Aren’t they super cool and fun? I’m pretty sure these plans would really make our friendship sturdier like ever!

With all the growing plans that we have, one has finally realized! And that is our Taylor Swift blog which contains pictures, poems, drawings, and a lot more Swiftie stuffs for Taylor and for all the other Swifties like us! We posted one poem which we made within just a few hours. Isn't it pretty amazing? It’s entitled “The Story of Swift Magic” and it is solely dedicated to our dearest idol, Taylor Swift.

We’re planning to add more stuffs on it so we’re hoping that you could visit our humble blog, http://taylorific3138.blogspot.com , and enjoy every single word and image we put for you our dearest swifties, and of course for our ever-beloved Taylor Swift. And oh, Faith has recently joined Blogger so please check her out and shower her some blogger love! Here’s her address: http://petzdy98.blogspot.com.

Thank you in advance Swifties and much-loved readers! ;)

Wishing to have this girl stay in my life forever so I could have someone to deal with my crazy undertakings and my modest beginnings… Love you Peyt! *wink*

Flowers On My Nails

Hello there!

How were the first few days of your November? Well mine, it just went on smooth and fine. Although I had some matters with some people and some things, but I just didn’t let them affect me too much.

Anyway, last November 2 was All Soul’s Day and my aunt suddenly asked us to come with her somewhere… somewhere cool and relaxing! It seemed like she really wanted to be in a certain place where she could unwind from the cooking stress she got after her 40^th birthday last November 1^st (She cooked almost all the dishes and ended up so happy and fulfilled because all of it were deliciously perfect!).

While on our way down town, she told us to look around and find an open salon where we could have our nails cleaned. We happened to pass by many great salons but unfortunately they were all closed. We tried to look for another and luckily we found Favi Salon open! Hurray!

We went inside and were accommodated very well. I got my toes and fingernails cleaned and polished. Here’s what I decided to let the manicurist do for me:

Colorless nails with little flowers on the corner. Aren’t they so cute, clean, and simple? Well I really believe in the cliché word, “Simplicity is beauty.” And that is indeed the main reason why I just wanted to polish my nails this way. And the output absolutely made me so happy!

The Three Days

Two days ago…

…the past returned and sent me an email with his kind of a prudish approach. And expectedly, it ruined the earlier part of my beautiful day. He was asking some non-sense and stupid questions prior to his own self. Well, I didn't intend to mind too much because again, that was past.

He was past. A forgotten history.

Yesterday…

…when I was busy editing the things to be delivered to our external campuses, I suddenly received a text from an unregistered number—an unknown number. And when I tried to read the digits one by one, it became so familiar. And I said, “Ah okay. So it’s him.”

I opened the text message to know his intention. The kind of approach he was showing was the typical type he was before—still hadn't changed. And so he sent me messages like somebody who never messed up with me. Wow. What a treacherous man he is.

Today…

…he still sends off his greetings and blablabla and I really want to stop him. It’s disgusting, annoying, and I just don’t like it!

But, I realized I should not be that bitter; instead I should be a forgiver. Somehow, that ruthless game he played needs total forgiveness. I don’t wanna be hooked up too much cause again, that was past. I went on with the good flow until he asked if he could call and sing me a song.

I said no, of course! I was surprised and I wasn’t ready to hear his voice. On that certain juncture, I think it’s never the same as before. There really must be a gap-- just a little gap. So he would not expect something in return.

But he insisted… Oh myyy! I stopped for a moment and thought deep.

“Okaaaaayyyy. It’ll just be a song, Nik. You’ll just listen to it. No words will be coming out of your mouth. Why won’t you just give him a chance?”

I pressed the reply button, typed “Ok.”, and sent it. Seconds after, my ringtone played and I picked up my phone. He sang an unfamiliar song with a lovely tune and a… a beautiful voice from no other than him. He’s talented. He sings very well. And that’s so sweet of him to sing me a full song of his new favorite record perhaps.

When I first heard of the first syllable of the first word he sang, I was like being situated in a very romantic place with tiny blinking lights surrounding, sitting in front of a magnificent table setting, and smelling roses from everywhere while listening to somebody who’s singing a beautiful song with a piano accompaniment in it. A perfect one indeed. I listened to him carefully with my headphones on, and begun to smile with much appreciation.

When the song ended, he immediately pressed the end call (because he knows I don’t wanna talk to him over the phone or even in person) and texted me a “goodnight” on a very hot afternoon. He said he got tired from their basketball practice and sleeping will be of big help. Of course I agreed, and I went on blogging. Well, everything happens for a reason. And I still believe on this cliché statement after all.

At School During Enrollment

Skinny jeans. Short skirts. Faded colors.

Loosed shirts. Long sleeves. Mini dresses.

Skin tone flats. Heavy high heels. Cute doll shoes.

Silky straight. Bubbly curls. Messy hairdos.

Slowly walking. Half running. Feeling lost.

Smiling. Laughing. Tears falling.

Solitary. Accompanied. More than five.

Overjoyed. Getting stressed. Very tired.

Rainbow skies. Pouring rain. Sunny day.

Dancing trees. Falling leaves. Happy grasses.

Cherry red walls. Lily white windows. Azure blue roofs.

Busy streets. Dumped trashes. Magical tree in the center.

Snake-like lines. Frown faces. Closed doors.

Angry screams. Hopeless dreams. Wasted time.

Hungry tummy. Thirsty throat. Pale lips.

Wiped sweat. Smiled. Carried on.

They waited. And persisted. Now succeeded.

*I wrote this for about thirty minutes as I was observing closely to what my co-students do as they struggle towards reaching their goal—and that is to take a deep breath after getting in hand their own enrollment slips. ♥