salamat.

inulit mo na nmn cnabi mo.
hinding hindi ko na tlga makakalimutan.
sana maging masaya ka na.
dahil hinding hindi mo na ko magiging asawa.
katulad ng gusto mo.

Big Mistake

i thought i saw something good in you.
that's why i held on all these years.
but i was WRONG.
i was very WRONG.

knamumuhian kita.
hinding hindi kita mapapatawad.
kahit mamamatay ka ng nagmamakaawa saken
hinding hindi kita mapapatawad.
gagawin ko lahat para makalimutan ka.
masama ka.
sinayang mo lht ng pagmamahal na binigay ko sau.
i was there for you....
but all u did is hurt me.
i endured everythin for i love u so much
and i thought that would be enough
and hope that one day u will love me back
i am a fool for believin that.
hanggang sa huli...
sasaktan mo lng ako.
at araw araw mamamatay ako sa sobrang sakit.
mahal na mahal kita.
salamat sa lahat.
sana maging masaya ka sa taong mkakapagpasaya sau at mamahalin mo.
alam ko hindi ako un.
cguro panahon na para tanggapin ko
na kahit kelan
hindi ka para saken
hindi ka naging aken.

Beat Around The "BLOG"

So once again I’ve been tempted back into blogging...

Exactly 3 weeks before I walk to the valley of death, here I am when I should be dozing off to get at least 1 1/2 cycle of REM before attending my pathology class.

But something is different this time, more than me merely living up to my lethargic nature. Granted, I find these words I’m typing to be infinitely more interesting than the technical sobriety of academic writing. Yes, I want release but as my fingers fly over letters and I form them into words, I feel my usual cheekiness somehow mixed with… sadness.

And it hits me: Am I suddenly being so maudlin, so uselessly sentimental?

As I am now.

As I know I will be tomorrow...
And the day after tomorrow.

Somehow I am gratified by the sadness I feel. Not because of a penchant for masochism, nor even a liking for angst and “woe to me” situations. It’s because it makes me feel that all I had to go through to run the race was worth it...

He was worth it.