/blog/bebong2005/?pid=f2397 [COLOR darkblue]" There is always 5 of us;me and my 4 walls."[/COLOR][COLOR darkred]"I have my booksand my poetry to protect meI am shielded in my armourHiding in my room, safe within my womb,I touch no one and no one touches me.I am a rock, I am an islandAnd a rock feels no pain,and an island never cries."[/COLOR] /blog/6285/post_103636.html?pid=f2397&m= ...and who the hell are you??? Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:15:43 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103636.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_103431.html?pid=f2397&m= spring cleaningdecluttering Mon, 20 Apr 2009 00:32:53 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103431.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_103413.html?pid=f2397&m= She took the bus quite late, around 8:00 o’clock in the evening. She could have gone earlier, but there was some class officers meeting and it always takes longer than necessary. It was Friday Sun, 19 Apr 2009 13:22:25 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103413.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_103377.html?pid=f2397&m= I was in the Philippines visiting my mother when I first heard him.(yes heard him) we went to some kind of resort( very near where my mother was staying) with this gorgeous natural spring water pools, Sat, 18 Apr 2009 13:42:38 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103377.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_103376.html?pid=f2397&m= It was Sunday. We always come to town on the same day. Every week the same boring routine. Except during Christmas and the usual holidays. Two more years and it will be over. I supposed to be glad; I Sat, 18 Apr 2009 13:13:04 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103376.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_103309.html?pid=f2397&m= what's going on????? Thu, 16 Apr 2009 18:28:11 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103309.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_103158.html?pid=f2397&m= I used to think that Enrique Iglesias is the most handsome man on earth. That was before I saw Eric Bana. Then I realized that the first one is getting old (age doesn’t suits him) and the latte Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:34:06 -0800 /blog/6285/post_103158.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102906.html?pid=f2397&m= I had a call from my daughter today. It’s about a sofa-bed (in fact two sofa-beds. One round, one love seat) that she wanted to have. The thing(s) is humongous it cannot fit into an ordinary bi Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:28:07 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102906.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102904.html?pid=f2397&m= ...it's good to be watered Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:38:19 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102904.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102828.html?pid=f2397&m= I will never marry someone I am in love with (not that the opportunity presented itself already) I find it a very dangerous thing to do. One might say living with somebody one is not in love with = u Fri, 03 Apr 2009 12:50:32 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102828.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102744.html?pid=f2397&m= Snuggling alone in the bed afterwards buried deep under the sheets basking in the glow of the aftermath smile on the face juices running between the legs torn between wanting to wash and fall asleep a Wed, 01 Apr 2009 13:14:56 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102744.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102705.html?pid=f2397&m= Cheers darlin'Here's the beginning Of a tragic end Here's to where we lastedNo broken hearts shall mendHere's to your shallow liesAnd my broken words Here's to singing the chorusKnowing it will never Tue, 31 Mar 2009 17:51:39 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102705.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102652.html?pid=f2397&m= one.i want to pick up the fallen leavesfrom the branches of my heart; dust offmy cloudy dreams and find hope again,hidden under closed eyelids and almost-collapsing lungs.i want to smile.two. sometime Sun, 29 Mar 2009 16:57:29 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102652.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102405.html?pid=f2397&m= Well… I always got a problem with it. That’s why maybe I avoided it like a pest. I can’t remember when/how/where this strong dislike (I call it fixation) might have originated, ( Mon, 23 Mar 2009 05:07:02 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102405.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102404.html?pid=f2397&m= she'd put up some sort of mental curtain and she had always thought it was strong (didn't know for sure)certainly there were holes in it, and if you look through them you ran the risk of seeing things Mon, 23 Mar 2009 03:52:06 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102404.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102403.html?pid=f2397&m= ...in both the fading grin and hurt in his eyes she sees how he loves her, and knows this increases her power to hurt him; but still she would cut. and why? because she could. Mon, 23 Mar 2009 03:37:38 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102403.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102195.html?pid=f2397&m= I hesitate before opening the glass door to the living room, thinking what it is I forget? My shoes… yes shoes are not allowed on the living room floor; (it’s been everywhere) bare feet Wed, 18 Mar 2009 12:01:43 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102195.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102129.html?pid=f2397&m= waiting for the wind to change Mon, 16 Mar 2009 23:08:57 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102129.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102114.html?pid=f2397&m= give everybody his due, nothin' over and nothin' under, and the world won't rock. Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:39:51 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102114.html?pid=f2397&m= /blog/6285/post_102111.html?pid=f2397&m= I was there approximately thirty minutes before closing time with my paint splattered jogging suit and a borrowed 3 doors VW that have seen better times. The receptionist gave me a look that says it a Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:06:32 -0800 /blog/6285/post_102111.html?pid=f2397&m=