"..... okay lang yan Dar!" **smile, sabay wink**
POOOOFFFFFF!!! **biglang gising** (Whew! Ang sama namang panaginip nun!! At bakittttttt siya???????)
"EEEEW, don't call me darling! ... reminds me of someone else."
"... forget him. I'm your new darling."
Yes. I DO have a new life of my own. The old one has gone, and the new one is in residence. I'm no longer the same person I was a year ago. Whether its good or bad, I'm not really sure. Sometimes I like the new me better, sometimes I don't. But what can I do, the experiences I've had and people I've met have taught me to be the the person I am now.
I recently told a friend that I have almost forgotten how good the warm, fussy feeling was... Almost, but not quite. And yes, I do yearn to feel it again. And I hope, for the right person this time.
The past is not that far. Do not make me forget it. Yet. I will decide when to stop. Don't make MY decisions for me. That IS my right. I'm sick and tired of being pushed too far. I don't like being trapped. And i hate it when people make me feel as if my emotions were illicit or lewd, and that I should keep it to myself.
I do not want to dwell on this topic right now. But before I finish, will someone PLEASE tell me what the **** is the difference of my tears and that of other people????????????????????????? I have absolutely no idea why people make ME stop crying when I do, as if I had no right to do it, when the same people would see ANOTHER PERSON as "kawawa" when the person cries.
Yeah right. Fine. So sue me.
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************************************************************************************************************************************** I caught some "pasaway" staff of local politicians putting-up campaign posters at our neighbors wall. Hope this candidate doesn't win!
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Oh yeah, I was trapped inside the bathroom at Michelle's house. As in I was inside for around 15 minutes. I only went there to give her my gift and BAM! I was jailed. :-) Hahaha. We had to forcibly remove the doorknob. Geez. How embarassing :-)
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I've been in touch with old, old friends lately. I've been realizing things that I would deal with later. When I have the luxury of time to ponder upon them to my heart's content. Anyway, BACK TO WORK!! :-)
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a flaw on it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?, they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man. "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with yours."
"You see, every scar represents a person whom I have given my heart. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their hearts which fits into the empty place in my heart but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes, I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't return a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side. HOw sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.
I read this story around 7 years ago. Someone even told me its too morbid for her. Well duh, I love this story. Hope whoever reads this story appreciates it as much as I did. It made me wonder how many tears and empty gouges my own heart has. Well, I know It has at least three, tears or gouges? Hmmm.... that's for me to know.
