you’ll soon belong to me..haha!

You Belong With Me – Taylor Swift Music Code

yo! gogo! :)

hi. sis ako ni ate sows. lets see, tawagin nio kong halaya, ube for short. hihi. pinaheram saken ni ate sows tong blog nia for this month kc my bad memory DAW cia sa month na ito ek ek.  kya wla kayong mggwa, ako muna dito! bwahaha! 

for my pilot entry,

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SIGNS na ikaw ay isang EPAL:

10.  kj ka sa mga gimikan (ayaw-ayaw ka sa una but w/konting pilit, sasama din pala!).. ARTI!

 
9.  pinapakita mong api-apihan ka, kumakawag naman ang buntot mo w/ fork on d side.. UTOT!

 
8.  pag sinabing wag gawin, lalo mo pang ginagawa.. TSE!

 
7.  nagsisinungaling ka just to save urself from umpugang mga rock.. KAWAWA NMN, ANG HITAD!

 
6.  pag di mo nakuha ang gusto mo, ul do everything kesehodang makasira ng friendship or dignity.. TSK TSK TSK!

 
5.  ul act helpless/innocent, but in fact, ur a biatch.. NAKOW, MAY PINAPATAMAAN!
 

4.  ang arte mo sa lahat, hindi naman bagay.. chaka mo!…HAHA!

 
3.  ul ditch on a friend’s crush/propect… PATHETIC!

 
2.  hindi ka makaget over kaya hina hack mong FB ng kaaway mo para siraan siya… LOSER!

 
1.  dahil LOSER ka, nandadamay ka… MISERY LOVES COMPANY!

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ikaw ba, anong kwentong betrayal mo?

missing it..

I missed singing.  Not the recording or videoke thing but the one I do for the Creator.  When I was young I used to like choir member’s uniform..only.  A pure white toga and a clear white book on hand.  So I joined. 

 

Later that I realised it’s not just the aura of being one but the responsibility and the unexplainable feeling that goes with it.  I’ve been into church every Sunday and all I do is sing on the top of my lungs and make my voice be heard.  I was taught that If you are a “church” person, you’ll be worry-free, selfless, and positive.  But what’s constant is change.  I said my farewell to my old self and welcome all earthly things I shouldn’t be mentioning.  Rated PG.

Now (we’re) I’m in the middle of a battle between good and evil.  I had flashbacks of my simple and happy life.  I missed seeking Him in my self.

Nang dahil kay tunga..

nga, nakagawa ng tula.. Bow.

 

 

Pano ba gumawa ng wala?
Tutunganga ba? Lalakwatsa?
Ibig sabihin tamad ka lang?
O sawa ka lang sa ‘yong buhay?

 

Sawa nang mag-isip ng solusyon
Pagkat di rin nakakatulong
Baluktot na isip ng marupok
Na taong ang isipa’y takot.

 

Gumawa ng tama, di pansin
Gumawa ng mali, di tanggap
Subukan niong maging ako
Maging talunan ay kayo.

 

Parang dati simple ang buhay
Gutom? iyak. dudumi? iyak.
Palaging may kumakalinga
Lahat ay naaaligaga.

 

Pero bakit ngayon iba na
Kanya-kanya, buhay mo solo mo.
Di ba pwedeng ang gusto ko
Sa isang iyak makukuha ko?

 

Hindi ko nais maintindihan
Pagkat isip mo at ko ay iba
Subukang ilagay ang sarili
Sa taong hanap ay pagkandili.

 

 

Buhay naman ay dapat simple
Masaya ka? Ipakita mo
Galit ka ba? Iparamdam mo
Daling sabihin hirap gawin.

 

Sa pagtunganga ko naisip
Hindi ang buhay ang mahirap
Kundi pagsabay sa agos nito
Lalo kung palihis ang lakad mo.

 

Sino bang may alam ng lahat
Kundi ang Diyos na siyang lumikha
Dalangin kong malampasan ko pa
Pagkat di kakayaning mag-isa.

 

 

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Basag..

Your guitar lesson’s good. Every strum strikes directly thru my heart. I can feel it.. I first saw you in a concrete seemed-to-be-chair in the school’s catwalk beside a faucet. A skinny guy as anyone could ever imagine. I’m pond of watching over your every move through a window, the only thing that separates us. I wanted to approach you, talk to you..to know you…but what can a transferee from Manila could do to make a good impression from a barrio guy? He’ll might think that I’m liberated approaching a guy I like. Am I that obvious or has my delusions eat me up that alarms every Equus ferus caballus outta my chest everytime you smiled at me? The ending?

I’m left overwhelmed. Star strucked. I looked at the gym and I saw you yesterday playing basketball and now? Volleyball. And who says sporty guys are academic dumps? You’re one of a kind. Though you’re a second achiever, that’s quite or should I say, an achiever in any sense. But oh, there’s no such thing as a perfect
being (thank God you got a single foible) and it’s just a pint of a turn off.. Your, uhm, 80’s fashion. It doesn’t look good. But nevertheless, you’re a God.. almost..

It’s been five years and heard nothing about you. Then I met FB. My reliable source and been quite a good friend in anonymously finding long lost lust love. Improved buff biceps. hmmm.. Now the question is, should I add you or one of our common friends to suggest me up to you? lol. I’m insane. And one thing’s for sure. I’m not giving up. Not until I want to.