Yesterday's my sister's birthday; and we celebrate it (again) last night by dining out and watching movies at the cinema. I said "again" coz we celebrated her birthday last week, too. We watched "New Year's Eve"; surprisingly, it was nice and funny. We did enjoy it.

In other note:

I miss my online friend.. 

SO MUCH.. that it hurts sometimes.

I was happily reading a book just now, while my sister was giggling about something over the internet, when a big cockroach with long antennaes flew over us and landed on the curtain near my bedside window. I didn't know how we managed to get out of the room so fast. I think we flew also. We went and get the fly swat and tried to coax the cockroach out of the curtain so we could kill it (which I doubt we could do, coz we're both afraid of it - but.. we're not sleeping with 'it' in the room, so..), when it flew again and landed on my bathrobe. Me and my sister flew out of the room again. Our shrieks and commotion out in the hallway woke our dad. He got angry when he found out we're making such ruckus over a cockroach. I had to beg him to kill it. =s Now I can't read, and I have a feeling I also won't be able to sleep later. Paranoid much..

by: James Kavanaugh

Will you be my friend?

   There are so many reasons why you never should:
I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,
My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,
I talk about myself when I’m afraid
And often spend a day without anything to say.

    But I will make you laugh
And love you quite a bit
And hold you when you’re sad.

   I cry a little almost every day
Because I’m more caring than the strangers ever know,
And, if at times, I show my tender side
(The soft and warmer part I hide)
I wonder, will you be my friend?

    A friend

Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie
Will touch the secret place where I am really I,
To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,
Who will not run away when you find me in the street
Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats
But will stop and stay-to tell me of another day
When I was beautiful.

Will you be my friend?

    There are so many reasons why you never should:
Often I’m too serious, seldom predictably the same,
Sometimes cold and distant, probably I’ll always change.
I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child,
I brood and pout, my anger can be wild,

   But I will make you laugh and love you quite a bit
And be near you when you’re afraid.

   I shake a little almost every day
Because I’m more frightened than the strangers ever know
And if at times I show my trembling side
(The anxious, fearful part I hide)
I wonder,

Will you be my friend?

    A friend

Who, when I fear your closeness, feels me push away
And stubbornly will stay to share what’s left on such a day,
Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
When there’s no concern for me – what I have or haven’t done-
And those I’ve helped and counted on have oh, so deftly, run,
Who, when there’s nothing left but me, stripped of charm and
Subtlety, will nonetheless remain.

Will you be my friend?
For no reason that I know, Except I want you so.

* My all time favorite poem.
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by: Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
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by: MJChristine

One sunny afternoon, as I was absorbed writing a story,
A big hairy spider fell on my desk and do the tap dance.

I ignore it at first and continued furiously scribbling;
but the ra-ta-tap-tap of its legs on my desk disturbed and annoyed me.

Out of irritation, I swat the spider off my desk
and down.. down.. it fell
on the floor, where it did the break dance instead.

©February 08, 2010
I feel so sleepy. I can hardly open my eyes..

I can sleep at once if I wanted to,

only if I'm not at work.
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My first attempt on paintings..

     ~* ~ No poem and descriptions yet.. ~*~
(1st pic: taken with flash; 2nd pic: taken without flash)

       ~* ~ With poem and descriptions.. ~*~
(1st pic: taken with flash; 2nd pic: taken without flash)

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"Give me your loneliness, and I will give my tenderness."

~ excerpt from the song 'Truth' by Yuna Ito
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"We tend to love those who are like us and hate those who have characters we hope to change in ourselves. We love & hate those who we want to be. Vain aren't we? All we think about is ourselves."
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 (1) FINE: This is the word women use to end an argument when she knows she is right and you need to shut-up. 
(2) NOTHING: means something & you need to be worried.
(3) GO AHEAD: this is a dare, not permission , do not do it. 
(4) WHATEVER: A woman's way of saying screw you. 
(5) THAT'S OK: She is thinking long & hard on how and when you will pay for your mistake.
~ excerpts from.. somewhere (Sorry, I forgot..)
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"Goodness, in their opinion, was not a virtue but merely spinelessness and fear disguised as humility."

~ excerpt from Practical Magic, ebook
"For every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none. If there be one, seek till you find it, if there be none, never mind it."

~ Mother Goose
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"Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside of me.
An emptiness that at times.. seems to burn.
I think if you lifted my heart to your ear,
you could probably hear the ocean.
And the moon tonight, there's a circle around it.
A sign of trouble not far behind.
I have this dream of being whole;
of not going to sleep each night, wanting.
But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing..
I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.
I just want someone to love me.
I want to be seen..
I don't know.
Maybe I've had my happiness.
I don't want to believe it..
But there is no man..
Only that moon."

~ quoted from Practical Magic movie.
"Love is always kind and patient. It is not selfish and resentful. It is never jealous."

If love is never jealous and not selfish, then I won't be anymore..


Because I love you..
Have you ever experience “nil moments”? When you feel nothing at all, not even numbness..? Like the world suddenly stood still and take a breather, and you feel this “void” inside you. You wanted to share to everyone, especially your family and friends, everything that is happening to you, but you don’t know how or where to begin, coz you feel… blank. Not sad, not happy. Just blank. Nothing. I know there’s a mental block.. How about blocked/blank feelings? What do you call that?..
"If you love me as I love you,
Nothing but death can part us two."

~ excerpt from Anne of Green Gables book
Them: "Wow! You look very girly today!"

Me: "Yeah... I try to live up to my gender once in a while."
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Funny how a cookie broke vertically when you bite horizontally.
This is one of those days where I rather stay at home curl on a sofa and read 'Anne of Green Gables'. Oh, why do we have to work?
Happy Birthday, Dad!! :D
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