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So for now,Luff @ the confusion..Smile thru the tears
& Keep Reminding yourself..
That Everything Happens 4 A Reason! :)
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Secret..
To be treasured..Hidden.
and saved as a confidential matter..
But when it gets shared..
Is it known as a secret anymore..?
Hmm..
Swirls of questions has been
going through my mind..
Constant changes
has been making people
walk in and out of my life..
To the extend that
most of them
are just a passing cloud..
Wonder what ALLAH has in mind
to put me through..
The end of the tunnel
seems to be forever..
Well maybe it is forever..
Nowadays withought reasons,
My eyes have been tearing..
Have been gulping for air
as this heavy burden sinks in slowly..
Taking over the body and mind..
But..Reasons..
I dont know..
It feels like
being thrown in the sea..
Tied to a rock..
When People ask me
All I can say is..
I am clueless myself..
and yet
how am I to answer your questions..
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Yet another new venue..
New faces..
But they seem more cheerful..
Bright..
and friendly..
Hopefully
All goes well..
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The holiday trip in June
has gone 'POOF'.
As usual.
The things that I want badly
always 'or almost always' doesn't happen..
Hiaz..
No Comments..
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Tho nothing major is happening.
I always feel like
walking on the thread..
And Its
As If Someone is watching me
All The Time..
Maybe its where I come from..
Too High, you fall and break your neck..
Too Low,
SHIT falls!
duh..
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AM Running out of things to say..
But the burden in me wanna burst out into thousand of things..
Have been controlling..Contemplating..
Maybe I need to make that walk down to the beach
and have that one to one personal session with myself
and cry my eyes out!
Hmm...
and The next things on my List
is that CAMERA & Laptop!
Hopefully a Macbook!
Lets see how things go..
I may have been repeating this..
But seriously
Going with the flow at times..
Is DEFINITELY NOT FUN!
..Okie..I ll come back someother time..
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“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
-Rosemary Urquico