found myself stepping inside the rink again, after such a long time. years, in fact, and just when i was starting to wonder what i was getting myself into again... i learned that i only just had to let go of the rail, and if it feels right then everything would just come naturally.... but this is how you get yourself hurt...... when nobody was looking, not even myself, fell and scraped my heart on surface of the ice. so now the cold frost is cutting right through it...
when you end up down on the floor again,all you have to do is just to shake yourself off and tell yourself there's no need for tears or disappointment. just stand up again and breathe, and close your eyes to feel how nicely the cold air rushes to and chills your cheeks..... and it may sting, while the blood slowly trickles down the skin, but nothing beats that feeling of gently gliding free....
and then when you find when everything is just right again, then you will find a more perfect balance too....
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just a little bit stronger
just a little bit wiser
just a little less needy
and maybe i'd get there
just a little bit pretty
just a little more aware
just a little bit thinner
and maybe i'd get there
clearly, clearly i remember...
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"vive bene, spesso l'amore, di risata molto" ....
(live well, love much, laugh often) ~ thanks pravz! =]
the walking wounded....
root canal... dreams..... bisonours....
how much pain would you be willing to take to get rid of a hurt that you realized you no longer want to be bothered with?.... after so many times that you found yourself just lying with your head down on the pillow, thinking that if i just didnt move, then maybe i wouldnt feel the pain. or the sleepless nights just staring at the ceiling, wondering when i would be fine again....
"its ok. you can be strong, you can take it. then you'll be fine again...", she said. and i just closed my eyes and held my hands, as she shoved the needle harder and deeper, and slowly scraped all the tissue and the nerves from the bone.... until.... it finally died.... and i realized that i now no longer feel anything...... and i can be perfect..... and you can no longer hurt me again.......
by raeven...
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dreams.....
i found myself, after running for some time, stopping short of the edge of this cliff that ended in a madly steep precipice into what seemed like a nearly endless fall on even deeper waters. and i just stood there, staring over the edge for some time, peering as much into the deep waters as i could. and i stood there for what felt like such a long time that i didnt notice it has been raining already and i probably shouldnt be standing at the edge of a black granite cliff. and then i tried to turn and go back, but the rain had made the rock so slippery that i slipped, and -wham!-, slammed my face hard on the rock.... and i woke up in a jump, startled and restless....
leave it to me to be so clumsy even when i sleep. i've broken my heel twice, and almost broke an ankle once. wonder when it would stop..... -_-
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bisounours
Je suis un enfant
Je refuse le temps
Je regarde le ciel et cet arc-en-ciel qui m'apaise
Je regarde la lumière et puis j'erre dans mes rêves
Oublier le temps
Rester un enfant
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I am a child
I refuse time
I watch the sky and this rainbow alleviate myself
I watch the light and then I wander in my dreams
Forget the time
Keep being a child
far away....
saw this movie on hbo called Miami Vice, with Colin Farrell Jamie Foxx and Li Gong, and i think it freakin rocks. there's this dialogue part i like in the movie, goes like
Isabella: How fast does that go?
Det. James 'Sonny' Crockett: It can go really fast..
Isabella: Show me.
Det. James 'Sonny' Crockett: Where do you like to go?
Isabella: What do you like to drink?
Det. James 'Sonny' Crockett: I'm a fiend for mojitos.
Isabella: I know a place.
Isabella: I'll take you to the best place for mojitos.
Det. James 'Sonny' Crockett: Where is that?
Isabella: Bodeguita del Medio.
Det. James 'Sonny' Crockett: In the Keys?
Isabella: Havana.
Det. James 'Sonny' Crockett: Havana? Cubans don't like my business... and they don't like my passport.
Isabella: It's ok, the harbor maitre is my cousin.
... i'm slowly finding out how the world really could be so big, and yet seem so small, and at the same time be so small and so substantially enormous at the same time..... its nice....
so i found myself in the middle of a city crawling of popo's and the pulis (coz of the elections and the damn liquor ban), and it was totally driving me crazy. so tried to get as far away as i could, and i ended up at the highlands, cozy in the dark fog and the cold...
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shout outs to the sistah wooti for packin us a great picnic basket of goodies (a bottle of rhum and a bag of squares) sis, you are great!! good job on the naughty little devils you call your creation, i am sooo proud!! ^_^ eyup, little brownie brotha's and sistahs, the sistah is now wootei the brownie sistah/master baker ^_^ yaaaay!!! they is damn kick ass: 1square, 2square, 3square, and kapow! down went the french, dingdingding!! =} ehehehehe.....
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going back up to the highlands.....
so far away, up high we went, to try to touch the great big blue empyrean and catch sight of all that lay on the earth beneath.... and there i realized an idea of this new theory i was working on, abt infinity and the finite....
one of the perspectives of my theory is abt time, and i realized during then, that time in itself is also finite. see, initially i perceived time to be one of the few things in this universe that can be considered as infinite. that before there even was the universe, or life, or the existence we know now, and waaaay long after we're gone, and all the life has died as well, and the universe non-existent, will there be and always remain time. it'll just go around a loop again on the mobius strip.... but then, see in a lifetime, the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years... time is actually terminal, that in every second, every minute, every hour, and every day, and every week, and every year, it passes final and conclusive..... and no matter how you try to hold on to it, time could never really stay. but just to pass, at the speed of the hand ticking away the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years..... if you're keen enough, you might find a moment where time could stay and last for always (time flies when you're having fun...).....
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another shoutout: congrats btw to the brownie brotha (the man) ojee to his wedding with his bebe ride (which happened to be at the highlands too).... yep, the first time i saw you two together, i knew you would always be.... bwahahahaha!!! ehehehe!!! ahahahaaa... haha aha..... aha aha..... aaaaaaa..... wahahahahaha!!!!..... eheheheheheheheeeeeeeeh!!!!..... hehe, sorry man, ehehehehe =}
bombs in the city....
back home again here at never neverland, far away from everything......
i cant believe some people are actually still in their bombing phase. it jst really saddens me..... i had a dream abt it. there was this thing, this image in my head, of the dead..... for some reason i found myself sitting in the middle of my classroom waaay back when i was in high school. but it was empty, and a bit darker like grey.... and then at the front, just under the blackboard, was this body covered in a white sheet, dripping with blood. (it was the image i saw in the news)... and then the body just suddenly stood up, and -mygod, it was my hs history teacher!! =O scared the darned beejeezers out of me (he was a really irritating and nasty terror, but a very good history teacher nonetheless) and he just stood there and scowled at me like he always did everybody, and while his blood slowly trickled down the side of his head, he said, "what do you think, ms morales?..... do you think the end justifies the means?...", and he just glared at me, while the dark blood flowed down his cheek...... freaky huh? -_- i know.....
... so does it? does the end justify the means?....
the (last) dance....
Armin Van Buuren - A State of Trance 2007 - A-venue, Makati Ave
Work hard, party harder baby!! \m/ ^_^ \m/
... spotted...... =}
music and joy........