SeEing thInGs iN bLacK anD whiTe

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: Not really

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you cry if I left?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No way

Girl: What would you choose: your life..or me?

Boy: My life

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the
boy
runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is
because
you're always on my mind. The reason why I
don't
like you is because I love you. The reason I
don't
want you is because I need you. The reason I
wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if
you left. The reason I wouldn't live for you is
because I would die for you. The reason why
I'm
not willing to do anything for you is because I
would do everything for you. The reason I
chose
my life is because you ARE my life.

awww... ang sweet...

hahahaha...
wala lang...

ung sinabi ko sainyo na crush ko...

hes not gwapo...

hes hot...

i think he knows..

thats why he is "sort of" making iwas me..

or maybe im just paranoid..

coz i feel like he knows..


basta..

i wont look at him for the rest of the week...

i wont text him..

nothing..

i will act like i care, but not like i care that much...

he shouldn't know...

it will be the end of me...

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak. His voice consumed her every being. His lips tastes like honey. His hands were like silk drapping around her body. She pulled back. She stood there silent. Looking at him. Shock.

Her eyes filled with embarrasment. Her cheeks turned a light shade of crimson. Her hands fidgetting. She looked back at him.

His eyes burned with the embers of passion. Staring at her. Motionless.

He took her hand and pulled her closer. Holding her. Breathing her, Feeling her. He twirled her hair in his finger tips, calming her.

He cupped her face, and took it nearer to him. She looked into his eyes, fear, fear of taking another step, fear of loving him.

She closed her eyes, and felt his lips invade hers. Gently. Slowling trying to part her lips. She couldn't speak, she couldn't breathe. His lips tasted like honey as she parted her lips to recieve him. Opening, allowing, loving. Their lips, their hearts, their bodys in perfect rythym.

He carried her away from that place, to someone where they could be alone. Their little world of nothingness...

She didn't push him away...

She didn't dare argue...

She went where her heart flowed...

her undoing..

her submission...

i hate it when im partially aroused like this... i hate it...

especially if its caused by someone i hate....

okay, being attracted to someone has its ups ands downs.

i want to try to release this tension inside of me that is threatening to burst, if i dont say them, type them.

first of all, i cant be attracted to him!!! (another person, someone who i see everyday. my school mate) hes not my type. arrgghh.. although hwe is a perfectly respectable human being. i find myself in denial of feeling anything for him because im afraid he will find out and treat me like the others did. hes okay to me now. i wish it never ends like this. i dont want him to know. but i feel so trapped if i dont even show it. i just have to be contented in just looking at him. i guess that has to be enough. i dont need distractions now.. no, not now.. not him. its justa simple attraction... just a mild infatuation.... yes that is what it is..

or is it?

happy fathers day dad!!!

kahit madalas ako sakit sa ulo para sayo... mahal parin kita...

diba ganun naman talaga kaming 5?? hahaha... ako lang ang pinakagrabe..

i love you dad...

When i am in a divine presence, such as a church or a chapel,

i like to think, i like silence. i want to talk to God alone. in my thoughts, no interuptions.

But sometimes when i go to mass, i have no time to think but it also helps me just to listen. to try to find out what God has to say to me today. Its a great comfort of mine. just to listen to him. i feel like im safe, with him.

Mass is the highest from of prayer, they say.but to me its very different. Going to mass is about praising God in the community. and as a family.

i like to do things differently. i like to pray by myself. the silence around me siginifes that he is listening. and i like that.

so far my problems have been resolved by my prayers. in my pain he gives me solace. and in my life, he fuels me, just like how love fuels my passion. I find prayer a good release in life. i need someone i can talk to. someone i am not ashamed to tell everything, because he already knows everything. God is the fuel to my life. in him i trust my self so fully.