Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I am the Hermit...
Took the "Which Tarot Card are You" test...and turns out, it's a bit more accurate than I expected. See for yourself.
You are The Hermit
Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.
The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.
The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.
The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.
You are The Hermit
Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.
The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.
The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You prefer to take the time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these feelings eventually lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity.
The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Vintage Article #5
Pensive as Pablo… ;( November 5th, 2006 by emzkwe
Because i feel crummy.
Because the rest of the world is drowning in cheerful Christmas songs.
Because i’ve heard the shriek and laughter of little kids.
Because seeing lovers holding hands have been giving a HUGE tug at my heart.
Because my head hurts from too much sleep.
Because my heart aches from the lack of good slumber.
Because a mosquito just bit me.
Because despite admitting that I’m just succumbing to all the melodrama… Life really isn’t just the same these days…
Because I just realized, I really AM freakin’ in love…
*********
I do not love you…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
Because i feel crummy.
Because the rest of the world is drowning in cheerful Christmas songs.
Because i’ve heard the shriek and laughter of little kids.
Because seeing lovers holding hands have been giving a HUGE tug at my heart.
Because my head hurts from too much sleep.
Because my heart aches from the lack of good slumber.
Because a mosquito just bit me.
Because despite admitting that I’m just succumbing to all the melodrama… Life really isn’t just the same these days…
Because I just realized, I really AM freakin’ in love…
*********
I do not love you…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way
that this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
Vintage Article #4
It’ll be better in the morning…May 14th, 2007 by emzkwe
Somebody once told me, while my heart was breaking into a million pieces, and my soul was shattered and divided into numerous unidentified entities, on the day I became a completely different person, unrecognizable and pitiful, "It’ll be better in the morning…"
I was dumbfounded at such an arrogant, simple-minded line. I wanted to scream at him. How could it be? How could it be better in the effing morning?!
But to make long a story short, I was forced into swallowing that utterly unjustified line. A line I couldn’t have deserved to hear at such a time. A line I didn’t know, would mean so much to me later on.
Yes, later on… A million mornings, and a couple of years after… I finally felt what he meant. I woke up and it hit me. My life finally made sense. The wounds finally blended with my smiles. And the past finally made me see how beautiful my todays could be, despite the scratches, and the scars, the burns, and the bruises.
Finding that perfect morning, was finding the light after years of staying in the dark. By that I mean, I never got over that bull of a line, and I never got over not screaming my head off at that well… ‘person’. But when you came, you even tagged along the butterflies and the Sun.
I pray that for every morning I live to see, for every ray of light that peeps through my windows, I will remember what a blessing you have been in my life. That despite all the tough times, you were the light that got me home, and you ARE the home I have away from home. My family, my best friend.
I pray that life will shower us with beautiful mornings together…better and better each day. That love will embrace us and make us, me especially, see how rare each morning is… And that it’ll never be too late to fix things… because we’re not just living for today… We’ve finally found a reason to live through tomorrow…and tomorrow…and tomorrow.
I pray that I’ll see things clearer somehow. And that I’ll remember why were together in the first place. It’s so simple… but it’s human to forget and take it forgranted, I guess. I pray for strength to hold on… because God knows you are who I’ve always wanted to be with.
And I pray that we will continue to love each other no matter what…not because I wanna show that simple-minded creature that I was better off without him, not because of the giddy feeling my now lost butterflies have brought me, not because it’s too hard to start over, not because I’m scared there’s nobody else out there…But because you and I… well, we’ll make perfect days out of each other’s lifetimes… And that’s worth waking up in the morning for.
I never thought I’d say and see this in a totally different light..It’ll be better in the morning…
I love you.
Somebody once told me, while my heart was breaking into a million pieces, and my soul was shattered and divided into numerous unidentified entities, on the day I became a completely different person, unrecognizable and pitiful, "It’ll be better in the morning…"
I was dumbfounded at such an arrogant, simple-minded line. I wanted to scream at him. How could it be? How could it be better in the effing morning?!
But to make long a story short, I was forced into swallowing that utterly unjustified line. A line I couldn’t have deserved to hear at such a time. A line I didn’t know, would mean so much to me later on.
Yes, later on… A million mornings, and a couple of years after… I finally felt what he meant. I woke up and it hit me. My life finally made sense. The wounds finally blended with my smiles. And the past finally made me see how beautiful my todays could be, despite the scratches, and the scars, the burns, and the bruises.
Finding that perfect morning, was finding the light after years of staying in the dark. By that I mean, I never got over that bull of a line, and I never got over not screaming my head off at that well… ‘person’. But when you came, you even tagged along the butterflies and the Sun.
I pray that for every morning I live to see, for every ray of light that peeps through my windows, I will remember what a blessing you have been in my life. That despite all the tough times, you were the light that got me home, and you ARE the home I have away from home. My family, my best friend.
I pray that life will shower us with beautiful mornings together…better and better each day. That love will embrace us and make us, me especially, see how rare each morning is… And that it’ll never be too late to fix things… because we’re not just living for today… We’ve finally found a reason to live through tomorrow…and tomorrow…and tomorrow.
I pray that I’ll see things clearer somehow. And that I’ll remember why were together in the first place. It’s so simple… but it’s human to forget and take it forgranted, I guess. I pray for strength to hold on… because God knows you are who I’ve always wanted to be with.
And I pray that we will continue to love each other no matter what…not because I wanna show that simple-minded creature that I was better off without him, not because of the giddy feeling my now lost butterflies have brought me, not because it’s too hard to start over, not because I’m scared there’s nobody else out there…But because you and I… well, we’ll make perfect days out of each other’s lifetimes… And that’s worth waking up in the morning for.
I never thought I’d say and see this in a totally different light..It’ll be better in the morning…
I love you.
Vintage Article #3
Henry Roth August 31st, 2006 by emzkwe
Sometimes I cant help but wonder if people really know and see and feel the value of their relationships. Sometimes I ask myself if the people I love know I love them and that I always will til the ends of the earth collide with each other. Sometimes I’m disturbed by the possibilty that I would always be stuck in the same position i was years ago, where love and commitment don’t match. How could they not? Why would someone tell another person that he loves her but not know how to show it? I don’t understand how he could not show it…when it is the most natural, the most innate thing in this universe.
Sometimes, I cry at night…knowing one of these days my heart is just gonna stop feeling. And I wont have any reason to stay in a certain commitment any longer. No more love to keep going. No more sadness to motivate me to look for happiness. No more anger to seek for vengeance. I’ll just feel nothing. The consequence would be utter emptiness.
I want a guy who’ll love me everyday and show it in the simplest, most mundane things.
I want a guy who will not take me forgranted…someone who won’t make me feel that what he does for a living is more important than the growth of our relationship.
I want someone who will find ways to unravel and discover everything that tickels my fancy.
I want someone who will be there for me. not because I need him, but because he needs me to be with him.
I want someone who will not only keep looking into my eyes, but someone who will take my hand and look forward with me.
I want someone who will take me to his family and show them he loves me, and that I’m his friend and confidante as well.
I want someone who will make an effort to spend time with me and not just make me the girl he dates on Saturdays.
I want someone who will keep reminding me the reasons why were together.
I want someone who’ll never grow complacent…someone who’ll never think he owns me…someone who knows he can lose me in a heartbeat.
I want someone who will make me fall in love over and over and over again…
:,(
Sometimes I cant help but wonder if people really know and see and feel the value of their relationships. Sometimes I ask myself if the people I love know I love them and that I always will til the ends of the earth collide with each other. Sometimes I’m disturbed by the possibilty that I would always be stuck in the same position i was years ago, where love and commitment don’t match. How could they not? Why would someone tell another person that he loves her but not know how to show it? I don’t understand how he could not show it…when it is the most natural, the most innate thing in this universe.
Sometimes, I cry at night…knowing one of these days my heart is just gonna stop feeling. And I wont have any reason to stay in a certain commitment any longer. No more love to keep going. No more sadness to motivate me to look for happiness. No more anger to seek for vengeance. I’ll just feel nothing. The consequence would be utter emptiness.
I want a guy who’ll love me everyday and show it in the simplest, most mundane things.
I want a guy who will not take me forgranted…someone who won’t make me feel that what he does for a living is more important than the growth of our relationship.
I want someone who will find ways to unravel and discover everything that tickels my fancy.
I want someone who will be there for me. not because I need him, but because he needs me to be with him.
I want someone who will not only keep looking into my eyes, but someone who will take my hand and look forward with me.
I want someone who will take me to his family and show them he loves me, and that I’m his friend and confidante as well.
I want someone who will make an effort to spend time with me and not just make me the girl he dates on Saturdays.
I want someone who will keep reminding me the reasons why were together.
I want someone who’ll never grow complacent…someone who’ll never think he owns me…someone who knows he can lose me in a heartbeat.
I want someone who will make me fall in love over and over and over again…
:,(
Vintage Article #2
Headaches and Cola…
July 18th, 2006 by emzkwe
My days are filled with headaches and cola. Headaches from the constant turmoil and chaos of the people around me. Cola to soothe me in transcience. The rush of caffeine and sugar always leaves me dumbfounded and enervated…yet i continue to cling on to it for dear life, pretending it’ll save me from the wreck I am inevitablly gonna be by say, 7pm.
Yup. As if I don’t know better.
Ever had that feeling when you know you’ve been there, and you know you’ve done that…yet you succumb helplessly to the tragedy ahead because you claim, you believe it is freakin’ worth it.
Ever looked at someone and cried silently inside… Your heart breaking into a million jagged edges-not even pieces but edges…hollow and empty- and you just sat there and choked on your own sorrow while trying to listen to that someone tell you something he thinks is interesting while he completely ignores what is essential at the moment.
Ever woke up in the morning and you thought you had nowhere to go, no place to hide, no chance of seeking light. And you just prayed something would hit you hard on the head so you would fall back to slumber- a safer, more sober, less dramatic place to be.
I have.
And in all those moments, I knew I knew better, and yet I chose to be-well, i hope not dumb- but a little numb and insanely tolerant of pain.
Fact is, I’m no fan of pain. I have to have pain relievers in my bag…just in case. Every slight abnormal twitch, every sting, every throb is medicated immediately.
Why i chose and why i continue to choose to bear the pain now is beyond my good reasoning.
They say…you can’t change what you tolerate.
I raise a glass of cola to that. And I silently wish for myself that although I know it’ll be a while before things clear up, I wish my head stays upright and my heart, amidst all the caffeine and sugar, stays strong and steady.
July 18th, 2006 by emzkwe
My days are filled with headaches and cola. Headaches from the constant turmoil and chaos of the people around me. Cola to soothe me in transcience. The rush of caffeine and sugar always leaves me dumbfounded and enervated…yet i continue to cling on to it for dear life, pretending it’ll save me from the wreck I am inevitablly gonna be by say, 7pm.
Yup. As if I don’t know better.
Ever had that feeling when you know you’ve been there, and you know you’ve done that…yet you succumb helplessly to the tragedy ahead because you claim, you believe it is freakin’ worth it.
Ever looked at someone and cried silently inside… Your heart breaking into a million jagged edges-not even pieces but edges…hollow and empty- and you just sat there and choked on your own sorrow while trying to listen to that someone tell you something he thinks is interesting while he completely ignores what is essential at the moment.
Ever woke up in the morning and you thought you had nowhere to go, no place to hide, no chance of seeking light. And you just prayed something would hit you hard on the head so you would fall back to slumber- a safer, more sober, less dramatic place to be.
I have.
And in all those moments, I knew I knew better, and yet I chose to be-well, i hope not dumb- but a little numb and insanely tolerant of pain.
Fact is, I’m no fan of pain. I have to have pain relievers in my bag…just in case. Every slight abnormal twitch, every sting, every throb is medicated immediately.
Why i chose and why i continue to choose to bear the pain now is beyond my good reasoning.
They say…you can’t change what you tolerate.
I raise a glass of cola to that. And I silently wish for myself that although I know it’ll be a while before things clear up, I wish my head stays upright and my heart, amidst all the caffeine and sugar, stays strong and steady.
Vintage Article #1
Do you believe in soulmates? :) (miss u doy)
September 30th, 2006 by emzkwe
He asked me…’Have you found yoursoulmate?’ I paused for a fraction of a second,then i rambled back into the receiver..’ofcourse i have!’
‘really…who?’
I let my voice quiver dramatically and said:‘if you don’t know then i’m not tellingyou!!’
8 years…8 long, eventful, andcolorful years… and it is only now that I realize this overwhelming truth. That in my life i havec loseted one of the most wonderful people life ever graced my existence without ever hesitatinga tinge, without ever getting worriedthat our friendship could expire. it never will. and others say that i can’t be too sure,but the thing is i AM sure…VERY sure even.
he knows me too well that all the people around saythat we should have been ‘together’ even way before..he knows my quirks, my perks, my moods, my ways and myhabits, that he could pass off as mybrother…but he’s not my brother, nor is he ahoney orsweetheart of some sort. and with that,everything else becomes more special,more intense, and more intoxicating. i am in awe. for i am only 19, and i feel like in matters concerning friendship and laughter and support and shoulders-to-be-cried-and-leaned-on, i have already a healthy supply of that. i’m pretty sure my life’s nevergonna be perfect, but i think i’m contented just knowing he’saround, and that he promised andc ontinuouslypromises to be around forever.
FOREVER.
can you imagine that? can you comprehend thecomfort and warmth of such vow? perhaps youc an’t. for i’d like to be selfish andc laim that this is my own priviledge…to feel this way,and to have someone like him. having someone to be there for me anytime. someone to talk to, day or night. whether it be a 30-second phonecall or a24-hour phone marathon. someone who knows me inside-out, even the hems and threaded edges of my personality, he has zeroed in on them…
someone who’d never hesitate to scold mewhen i’m being naughty..someone who never tires of listening to me incesantly talk about men(hehe)…someone who never runs out of encouragement and love andsupport…someone whonever fails to say the right witty one-liner tomake me smile in the midst of a gloomy incident…someone whose patience has seen me through the years…eight years…eightyears of love and friendship and pure care and concern for one another.
this may sound much flowery,and uneventful, and frantically senseless… but you see, i am in awe. for the missing part of me, that part of me i’ve been searching for since i got wiff that were all not complete, i believe i’ve found some part of that in him…and i believe i will continually find pieces of myself in such wonderful and warm friendship. almost everything i’ve been looking for, and everything i ever wanna see inlife is right there in the palms of his hands..and all i have to do is grasp it…and i am now…everyday.the soul of the person i have become isnow entangled with his totality, or atleast some part of it… and special as that is,i’d liketo keep it that way forever.
the funny thing is…forever may sound pretty long and boring,but neither of us really do mind. we have each other one way or another…we have plans for a trip to Panama to see hisbeloved whales (haha); and he prays for the success of my future plans every other night;and i am waiting for that glorious day,20 yearsfrom now, when we’ll probably be older and more worldly, and he’ll show me that rutty corny card i gave him for his birthday,and as we promised each other, we’ll give it a good laugh.it’s not everyday one finds something as casual yet as amazingly special as this. i’vehad it for 8 years…yet it feels like i’ve onlyrealized it recently. but eventhough that is so, i’m pretty sure i’m gonna be feeling this way til i grow wrinkly and old…and what a relief and comfort that is…:)
doy, this one’s for you…it justdawned on mehow lucky i am to be your friend…andi’d likethe whole world to know.
*de ja vu, m’sieur? pag txt na sako doy. or il keep embarassing u through past antics! haha…:P
*hmmmm…10 yrs and counting na bah????
*i wrote you a good one schmuck. send me an sms! NOW!!!!! hehehe *wink*
originally posted in my friendster account. :)
September 30th, 2006 by emzkwe
He asked me…’Have you found yoursoulmate?’ I paused for a fraction of a second,then i rambled back into the receiver..’ofcourse i have!’
‘really…who?’
I let my voice quiver dramatically and said:‘if you don’t know then i’m not tellingyou!!’
8 years…8 long, eventful, andcolorful years… and it is only now that I realize this overwhelming truth. That in my life i havec loseted one of the most wonderful people life ever graced my existence without ever hesitatinga tinge, without ever getting worriedthat our friendship could expire. it never will. and others say that i can’t be too sure,but the thing is i AM sure…VERY sure even.
he knows me too well that all the people around saythat we should have been ‘together’ even way before..he knows my quirks, my perks, my moods, my ways and myhabits, that he could pass off as mybrother…but he’s not my brother, nor is he ahoney orsweetheart of some sort. and with that,everything else becomes more special,more intense, and more intoxicating. i am in awe. for i am only 19, and i feel like in matters concerning friendship and laughter and support and shoulders-to-be-cried-and-leaned-on, i have already a healthy supply of that. i’m pretty sure my life’s nevergonna be perfect, but i think i’m contented just knowing he’saround, and that he promised andc ontinuouslypromises to be around forever.
FOREVER.
can you imagine that? can you comprehend thecomfort and warmth of such vow? perhaps youc an’t. for i’d like to be selfish andc laim that this is my own priviledge…to feel this way,and to have someone like him. having someone to be there for me anytime. someone to talk to, day or night. whether it be a 30-second phonecall or a24-hour phone marathon. someone who knows me inside-out, even the hems and threaded edges of my personality, he has zeroed in on them…
someone who’d never hesitate to scold mewhen i’m being naughty..someone who never tires of listening to me incesantly talk about men(hehe)…someone who never runs out of encouragement and love andsupport…someone whonever fails to say the right witty one-liner tomake me smile in the midst of a gloomy incident…someone whose patience has seen me through the years…eight years…eightyears of love and friendship and pure care and concern for one another.
this may sound much flowery,and uneventful, and frantically senseless… but you see, i am in awe. for the missing part of me, that part of me i’ve been searching for since i got wiff that were all not complete, i believe i’ve found some part of that in him…and i believe i will continually find pieces of myself in such wonderful and warm friendship. almost everything i’ve been looking for, and everything i ever wanna see inlife is right there in the palms of his hands..and all i have to do is grasp it…and i am now…everyday.the soul of the person i have become isnow entangled with his totality, or atleast some part of it… and special as that is,i’d liketo keep it that way forever.
the funny thing is…forever may sound pretty long and boring,but neither of us really do mind. we have each other one way or another…we have plans for a trip to Panama to see hisbeloved whales (haha); and he prays for the success of my future plans every other night;and i am waiting for that glorious day,20 yearsfrom now, when we’ll probably be older and more worldly, and he’ll show me that rutty corny card i gave him for his birthday,and as we promised each other, we’ll give it a good laugh.it’s not everyday one finds something as casual yet as amazingly special as this. i’vehad it for 8 years…yet it feels like i’ve onlyrealized it recently. but eventhough that is so, i’m pretty sure i’m gonna be feeling this way til i grow wrinkly and old…and what a relief and comfort that is…:)
doy, this one’s for you…it justdawned on mehow lucky i am to be your friend…andi’d likethe whole world to know.
*de ja vu, m’sieur? pag txt na sako doy. or il keep embarassing u through past antics! haha…:P
*hmmmm…10 yrs and counting na bah????
*i wrote you a good one schmuck. send me an sms! NOW!!!!! hehehe *wink*
originally posted in my friendster account. :)
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Someone Else
Someone who will smile a little brighter when I walk into the room… and walk towards me to meet me before I get to where he is. Someone who will initiate the contact, and hold me like there’s no tomorrow; hug me like there’s only today; embrace me like it’s the first time he ever did.
Someone who never gets tired of who I am and what I am capable of… instead grows to love me more each day. Someone who’ll never say I make things hard for him and not realize how hard things have been for me. Someone who will never ever say he is better off without me. Someone who’ll never imagine life without me, without us. Someone who will always find a reason why he wants to fix things and say it out loud to me first…before I even ask him about it.
Someone who believes in himself and will never allow for me to stop believing in him. Someone who will say things---from sweet nothings to the somber promises---and keep his word.
Someone who will always go back to the first time we met, the first date we went to, the first time we held hands, and relive each day with me. Someone who will never use our years together as an excuse to being complacent in our relationship.
Someone who sees the future with me in it. Not unsure. Not uncertain. Maybe a bit scared. And maybe with a lot of questions. But confident. And secure. And will make me feel exactly that way too.
Someone who will never choose to walk out on me and leave me.
Someone who is there without condition.
Someone who never quits.
Someone who will use every huge and little way he knows to let me feel he cares.
Someone who knows all this is not that impossible.
Someone who will never make me feel that all this pain, all the sacrifices…are no longer worth it.
Someone who will not consider letting the story stop here. Unfinished.
Someone who wants to be with me.
Someone who will love me forever.
Someone who never gets tired of who I am and what I am capable of… instead grows to love me more each day. Someone who’ll never say I make things hard for him and not realize how hard things have been for me. Someone who will never ever say he is better off without me. Someone who’ll never imagine life without me, without us. Someone who will always find a reason why he wants to fix things and say it out loud to me first…before I even ask him about it.
Someone who believes in himself and will never allow for me to stop believing in him. Someone who will say things---from sweet nothings to the somber promises---and keep his word.
Someone who will always go back to the first time we met, the first date we went to, the first time we held hands, and relive each day with me. Someone who will never use our years together as an excuse to being complacent in our relationship.
Someone who sees the future with me in it. Not unsure. Not uncertain. Maybe a bit scared. And maybe with a lot of questions. But confident. And secure. And will make me feel exactly that way too.
Someone who will never choose to walk out on me and leave me.
Someone who is there without condition.
Someone who never quits.
Someone who will use every huge and little way he knows to let me feel he cares.
Someone who knows all this is not that impossible.
Someone who will never make me feel that all this pain, all the sacrifices…are no longer worth it.
Someone who will not consider letting the story stop here. Unfinished.
Someone who wants to be with me.
Someone who will love me forever.
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