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10.15.2005
lolo...
on my way to my cousins play i was in the taxi with my mom, lola, brother and LOLO...Personally i love lolo very much but when i stepped into the taxi he was already talking to the taxi driver about God... he was sharing the word and forcing the guy to accept...he even made the driver repeat what to say...man was it uncomfortable...he even thought the guy accepted the word na and told him what to do now that he has accepted...stuff like that...it was so weird feeling...i guess the driver thought my lolo was insane because he was laughing a bit...

I dunno but the question for myself is...should i be uncomfortable? shouldnt i be burdened to do that too?


The play of my cousin Daniel was the best! i love him...he played some con artist stealing the property and wife of this guy by acting like a religious person...haha it was so funny...he looke demonic and scary...my cousin is a very good actor...he was way better than the other actors...only one other was as good as him...i dont doubt his ability to be in Broadway someday...

I actually wanted to be like him when i was little and i guess i got influenced... I love to act and am love to critique movies and actors...He loves anything to do with the French, may it be the dust to the music...he loves art and of course Paris which he has alresy BEEN to..."someday we wil go there", he told me...I too wanna kiss the ground of Paris...I guess i got influenced...

Since i grew up with all of my cousins male i got influenced by all of them...NO i am not a tomboy...OR a LESBIAN...i am a serious female and normal dont get me wrong...I have always idolized my cousins since i was small..i looked up to their spit wars, potato flying escapades, exploring adventures...I loved them...I practically worshipped them... haha... Kuya Natahn and Josiah influenced me on their craziness... Joel influenced me on the guitar...Daniel in the arts and Ian on the music...I love them...

I guess i have always been lucky...i have always been normal around guys...I know some people who are afraid of the opposite gender...haha...I know tons of guys...no im not bragging...i just cant get the fact that girls think that guys are just disgusting perverts and jerks when they are really wrong...sometimes its better to have guy friends because they dont make a fuss about everything...no im not insulting girls...im just stating to girls that RESPECT guys dont go drooling over them just because they look good...look into his personality first...:)
guess this goes to all my guy friends out there...

~ { 10/15/2005 10:01:00 PM }
aiming for the sky above;

10.09.2005
dont pull away...
As I held your hand it felt warm

You and I held hands

It was for a moment

Then you pulled away

I felt cold

I miss you

You mean a lot to me

You have no idea

I love you

Its cheesy

But its true

I care

I really do

Do you care for me

Why did you pull away

Come back to me

Please

So many questions

Not yet answered

Im drowning

In a bottle of depression

You are my light

In my darkness

Am I saying this

Do you know this

Are you reading this

I care for you

Youre leaving me

I can see you pulling away

Tears fill my eyes

Goodbye

~ { 10/09/2005 08:06:00 PM }
aiming for the sky above;

10.08.2005

As she sat on the grass she breathed in the aroma of the earth and grass mixed together. She loved its smell. It was the feel of the earth, hard and firm. While the soft blades of green grass cushioned her whole body like a bed fit for a king. Lying on her stomach she looked over the horizon and watched the ever busy, bright lighted metropolis move so quickly. She wondered how different where she stood was from the smoggy metropolis. She decided that she would rather lie on the grass all day than be in the polluted metropolis. It was nighttime then and she felt an overwhelming gladness as she looked into the distance. As she turned on the radio she felt the mood of the wind. She felt the earth, the grass, the trees, the flowers, the moonlight, the clouds, everything. She felt it all at once. A hand tapped her shoulder. She turned around and smiled. She stood up and looked into his face, she could see it. He knew the earth, wind and sky. Then they danced the night away

another story by me...

~ { 10/08/2005 02:17:00 PM }
aiming for the sky above;

10.03.2005
for my friend...
My Friend...

I dont now why i feel this way. I believe that realisations are a bad omen. I know that
someday you will leave me here and I dont know if i will be able to cope up with that. I feel
as if you were to leave it will be the end of my world. Do you think its right to be even liking
you? Should I? Do I?

Is it selfishness for not wanting you to leave? is it care? What would you feel? How do you
feel about me? Should i know? Will i know? I dont understand this, ive known you for so
long and its only NOW when all things end, that i have realisations.

Will i ever feel for you like i do now? Will you remember me while your gone? Should i tell
you how i feel or wait years to pass? Is it sacrifice? I dont want you to leave. If you leave i
dont know what will happen...
I dont know...
if i will know you...
or me...





~ { 10/03/2005 06:18:00 PM }
aiming for the sky above;