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The Mind- My Own Personal Idea FactoryJUST MY SIMPLE THOUGHTS September 20 To the one I love..."ALL I WANT"
Written by:
Kristopher Joriz Realon Manabo
Through your inspiration,
I wrote these words,
This is my appreciation for the all warmth you give me yesterday,
tomorrow and everyday.
I hope these words serve as my promise to make you smile through the night and day,
and keep your eyes dry through those harsh times to come.
All I want...
is to see you in my life,
close to me,
I want beat of your heart to sync with mine,
so that our music will always be in harmony.
All I want...
is to hold you in my arms,
and protect you,
and make you smile.
I want you to realize i'm in love with you,
and that everything you see in my word is real.
I do not tell lies but instead i speak of the truth.
You've taught me to speak from my heart,
See the light in every person,
and treasure every moment that take my breath away,
Thats The life you showed me.
But if this was the end,
Our final seconds in each others arms,
I want our last time together...
with a smile on your face,
with dry eyes,
and with angel whipsering,
" I love you" through eternity.
All I want...
is to have no regrets.
To sleep with no regrets,
For i've met the one I want to see every morning,
sleeping so peacefully beside me,
holdng my hand so tighly,
and resting her head so gently on me,
All I want...
is You. June 03 A Tragic StoryA TRAGIC STORY
By
Kristopher Manabo
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die." May 28 "SHORTIE LIKE MINE" By Bow wowSHORTIE LIKE MINE
[Chorus] Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around cuz I done looked I done searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine Baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me Search around the world but you will never find another Shorty like mine Shorty like mine [Hook] I tell my niggas that uh you got a girl but she ain't nothin' like (mineeee) Cute face nice size like (mineee) Fake kitted hood wit like (mineee) Lean walk talk the talk Let me tell you some more [Verse 1] I knew when I ran into this one she would be the redrum of my pimpin' Knew she would be the one to make me stop caring about other girls On my jock and gettin' them she was the one to slow me down hold me down I roll wit her know go wit it now Im'a grow wit it now I'ma go get her thas how momma homies look cuz she fine And I don't mind cuz she mine [Chorus] Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around cuz I done looked I done searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine Baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me Search around the world but you will never find another Shorty like mine Shorty like mine [Hook] I tell my niggas that uh you got a girl but she ain't nothin' like (mineeee) Cute face nice size like (mineee) Fake kitted hood wit like (mineee) Lean walk talk the talk Chris help me tell them was up [Bridge] All this love inside of me and all I wanna do is give it to her I don't care wat the fellas say bout it cuz I got somethin' to say bout it Wat I'm about to say is straight up real talk no cut I don't play bout' it There ain't a price u can put on a girl who knows just wat to say when You need to hear it the most and I'ma tell you somethin' else if I don't know nothin' else I know [Chorus] Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around cuz I done looked I done searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine Baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me Search around the world but you will never find another Shorty like mine Shorty like mine [Hook] I tell my niggas that uh you got a girl but she ain't nothin' like (mineeee) Cute face nice size like (mineee) Fake kitted hood wit like (mineee) Lean walk talk the talk let me tell you some more [Verse 3] I wanna give her the world and I ain't even tryna lose her I'm addicted to my girl and the way that she twirks in that little skirt Just for me in the club in the crib in the streets she reps for l-b-dub E-n-t she a nice size with the pretty brown bright eyes I'm a winner wit the Right prize I'ma give it to her to the rythm of a hi-hat She got a beautiful mind You can't buy that and the site from behind when she walk on by make a Ni99a wanna try that she got the prettiest smile and she gangsta keep me From runnin' wild and i thank her and we can talk about anything she got Good conversation my homie little friend and plus she patient [Chorus] Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around cuz I done looked I done searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine Baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me Search around the world but you will never find another Shorty like mine Shorty like mine [Hook] I tell my niggas that uh you got a girl but she ain't nothin' like (mineeee) Cute face nice size like (mineee) Fake kitted hood wit like (mineee) Lean walk talk the talk Chris help me tell them was up [Chorus] Only thing that keeps me up when I'm feelin' down I don't know about you but I gotta keep mines around cuz I done looked I done searched and it's hard to find another shorty like mine Baby yes I'm addicted to how we kick it everything you say to me Never knew it could be so wicked hopin' that you stay wit me Search around the world but you will never find another Shorty like mine Shorty like mine "DIDDY ROCK" By P. Diddy featuring Shawna, Timbaland and TwistaDIDDY ROCK
[Diddy] You gonna believe me now though Tryin' to get up in your mind in your body your spirit Take your soul [Chorus] Come here girl Let me creep in your world Let me see the backside of your moon No Vickies only La Perl-a Let me take you to Indonesia Where nobody can reach us There's no need to take your phone 'Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries [Diddy] Run through sets Come through sets Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps I'm way too fresh So complex Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next Let's get the party started Far from a motherfuckin' starving artist Got something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let's get crunk Baby don't play dumb Baby don't say none It's on me Louie 13 and the Cris on me Dimes wall to wall in the VIP The age don't mean a thing I ain't Chi Ali I bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P. [Chorus] Come here girl Let me creep in your world Let me see the backside of your moon No Vickies only La Perl-a Let me take you to Indonesia Where nobody can reach us There's no need to take your phone 'Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries [Twista] Ready for action when I attack on the track And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen of the Chi And I'm backing her up Flow be ugly but it's a beautiful thing Aluminum rings Get money like I'm moving dem thangs I got connects in every section When I'm up in the hood Chain looking so nasty all the bitches going uhhh Heard they wanna get me But I got my guns cocked I'm dirty ridin 30 somethin' cocked like Yung Joc I'm the talk of the town Lettin' off 50 rounds Meet me in a circle everybody it's goin down Give you Hpnotiq to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch Come here lil mama you know you wanna go [Shawnna] I'm from the city wit nothing pretty And everybody know I spit a flow to get up with Diddy And now we finna blow Niggas in the hood show me love I'm the girl Pimp tight let my mink hang down to the floor Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch I don't give a fuck what it cost bitch I floss big whips I floss big chains I talk big shit 'Cause I'm got big thangs Now what you wanna do You betta not step Now nigga move back Let me catch my breath Bring it, bring it back to the floor So sick with an ass so fat It's Shawnna, Twis' & Diddy with Tim on the track You know it gotta be tint with 20's on the llac, ahhhh I see 'em looking at me like what's up But I'ma sit low in the cutttt "SENORITA" By Justin Timberlake featuring PharellSENORITA
Pharrell: Ladies and gentlemen It's my pleasure to introduce to you He's a friend of mine Justin: Yes, yes I am Pharrell: And he goes by the name... Justin Wowoowoooo All the way from Memphis, Tennessee And he's got somethin' special for y'all tonight He's gonna sing a song for y'all About this girl Justin: Come in right here? Pharrell: Yea, come on On that sunny day Didn't know I'd meet Such a beautiful girl Walking down the street Seen those bright brown eyes With tears coming down She deserves a crown But where is it now Mamma listen Senorita, I feel for you You deal with things, that you don't have to He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm But you could feel this real love If you just lay in my... Running fast in my mind Girl won't you slow it down If we carry on this way This thing might leave the ground How would you like to fly? Does summer queen you right? But you still deserve a crown Well hasn't it been found? Mamma listen Senorita, I feel for you (Feel for you) You deal with things, that you don't have to (No, no) He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm (He don't love ya baby) But you could feel this real love (Feel it) If you just lay in my... Ah, ah, arms... (Won't you lay in my) Ah, ah, arms... (Mama lay in my) Ah, ah, arms... (Baby won't you lay in my) Ah, ah, arms... When I look into your eyes I see something that money can't buy And I know if you give us a try I'll work hard for you girl And no longer will you ever have to cry Senorita, I feel for you You deal with things, that you don't have to (Deal with things you don't have to) He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm (No, no) But you could feel this real love (Feel it) If you just lay in my... Ah, ah, arms... (Whoa) Ah, ah, arms... (My baby) Ah, ah, arms... (Oooh, yea) Ah, ah, arms... When I look into your eyes I see something that money can't buy And I know if you give us a try I'll work hard for you girl You won't ever cry Now listen I wanna try some right now See they don't do this anymore I'ma sing something And I want the guys to sing with me They go "It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you?" And then the ladies go "I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you" Guys sing It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? And ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Feels good don't it, come on It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? Yea, ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Show the good to me Sing it one more time It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? Ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Yea, yea.. It feels like something's heating up, can I leave with you? Ladies I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you Gentlemen, good night Ladies, good morning (laughs) That's it "MY LOVE" By Justin Timberlake featuring T.I.MY LOVE
Ain't another woman that can take your spot my- If I wrote you a symphony, Just to say how much you mean to me (what would you do?) If I told you you were beautiful Would you date me on the regular (tell me, would you?) Well, baby I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another girl (like you) This ring here represents my heart But there's just one thing I need from you (say "I do") [Chorus] Yeah, because I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the countryside Sitting on the grass, laying side by side You could be my baby, let me make you my lady Girl, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothing crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love Ooooh, girl My love My love Now, if I wrote you a love note And made you smile with every word I wrote (what would you do?) Would that make you want to change your scene And wanna be the one on my team (tell me, would you?) See, what's the point of waiting anymore? Cause girl I've never been more sure (that baby, it's you) This ring here represents my heart And everything that you've been waiting for (just say "I do") [Chorus] Yeah, because I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the countryside Sitting on the grass, laying side by side You could be my baby, let me make you my lady Girl, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothing crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love Ooooh, girl My love My love [T.I.'s rap] Shorty, cool as a fan On the new once again Still has fan from Peru to Japan Listen baby, I don't wanna ruin your plan If you got a man, try to lose him if you can Cause your girls real wild through your hands up high Wanna come kick it wit a stand up guy You don't really wanna let the chance go by Because you ain't been seen wit a man so fly Friend so fly i can go fly Private, cause I handle mine Call me candle guy, simply because I am on fire I hate to have to cancel my vacation so you can't deny I'm patient, but I ain't gonna try You don't come, I ain't gonna die Hold up, what you mean, you can't go why? Me and you boyfriend we ain't no tie You say you wanna kick it with an ace so high Baby, you decide that I ain't your guy Ain't gon lie ,I feel your space But forget your face, I swear I will Same mark, same bullet anywhere I chill Just bring wit me a pair, I will [Chorus] I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand I can see us on the countryside Sitting on the grass, laying side by side You could be my baby, let me make you my lady Girl, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothing crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love (Love) My love (Love) My love (Love) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love (Love) My love (Love) My love (Love) Ain't another woman that can take your spot, my love Ooooh, girl My love My love "SWEETEST GOODBYE" By Maroon 5SWEETEST GOODBYE
Where you are seems to be
"SUNDAY MORNING" By Maroon 5SUNDAY MORNING
Sunday morning rain is falling Steal some covers share some skin Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable You twist to fit the mold that I am in But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew That someday it would lead me back to you That someday it would lead me back to you (chorus) That may be all I need In darkness she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning And I never want to leave Fingers trace your every outline Paint a picture with my hands Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm Change the weather still together when it ends (chorus) But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you Singing someday It'll bring me back to you. Find a way to bring myself back home to you And you may not know That may be all I need In darkness she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow..... May 27 "STUPID LOVE"by Salbakuta"STUPID LOVE" LYRICS
Nang ma inlove ako sa'yo
kala ko'y pag-ibig mo ay tunay pero hindi nag-tagal lumabas din ang tunay na kulay ang iyong kilay mapag-mataas at laging namimintas pero sarili kong pera ang iyong winawaldas para kang sphinx ugali mo'y napaka sting kung hiyain mo ko talagang nakaka shrink girlie biddy bye bye don't tell a lie bakit mo ako laging dini-deny all the goods I've done wala man lang rekognition mahilig kang manguleksyon binalewala aking atensyon 'yo anyway everyday iba't ibang guys ang iyong ka text and then one time nahuli kita na mayroon kang sex mas gugustuhin ko pa na mag pa krusifay kesa harap harapan mo akong stupify so don't be mad so don't be sad lahat ng kabulukan mo'y ilalahad. [Chorus:] [STUPID] Love, soft as an easy chair [STUPID] Love, fresh as the morning air [STUPID] Love, that is shared by two [STUPID] Love, I found in you buhay ko ay nag-iba simula ng makilala ka every hour every minute nais kang makita halos di kumain makausap lang sa phone between you and me until the break of dawn no one else come close pangako sa isa't isa ngunit napatunayan mo ba na balikan kanya pinagtapat sa akin na siya'y mahal pa rin anong magagawa ko kundi ikaw ay palayain halos isumpa sa sakit na naidulot pero bakit ang katulad mo di parin malimot nag mahal ako ng iba ngunit ako'y bigo sa pag-ibig ko sa'yo ako'y bilanggo tumingin sa salamin naalala ang nakalipas masakit palang maging [what] panakip butas pero bago ang lahat ipag-tatapat sinta mahal kita sincerely yours Bendeatha [Chorus:] [STUPID] Love, soft as an easy chair [STUPID] Love, fresh as the morning air [STUPID] Love, that is shared by two [STUPID] Love, I found in you saan nga ba hahantong ang tagpong ito minahal kita pero ako'y ginago mo and it took so long time bago pa maka recover sa ginawa mo sa 'kin meron pa akong hang over naaalala mo paba nung tayo pa kasa kasama ka 'san man ako mag punta pinag silbihan kita mula ulo hanggang paa pati ang bra't panty mo ako ang nag lalaba kinu kunsinte ka kung meron nagawang mali oo na oo na sige na tama ka naman palagi eh mga inutos mo sa akin di ko sinuway mas sinusunod na nga kita keysa sa akin nanay lahat nalang ng bagay binigay ko sa iyo naging sunud sunuran ako na parang aso pag may kausap kang iba ako'y dini deny basta gwapo ang guy maaga kang bumibigay damn napaka istupido ng puso kong ito ano ba ang dahilan at ako ay ginanito mo inaway mo ako at iyong itinaboy at sa ibang boy nakipag laro ka ng apoy ako'y nananaghoy puso ko ay nabiyak wasak na wasak ang puso ni Nasty Mack inaamin ko noon na minahal nga kita pero ngayon binabawi ko na [Chorus:] [STUPID] Love, soft as an easy chair [STUPID] Love, fresh as the morning air [STUPID] Love, that is shared by two [STUPID] Love, I found in you Spitting out words of random depressionSPITTING OUT WORDS OF RANDOM DEPRESSION I find things that i dont want to find. I am obsessed. i dont recognize me. love is the most stupid thing on earth, love exists to remind us of our weak condition, love is love could be the most perfect dream but chooses to be wordl`s hardest reality. And i could STUPID LOVESTUPID LOVE
I was sitting in my office today and enjoying the sun on my face for a change. A song about Love came on the radio and of course my mind began to fold into itself like a cheap cardboard box.
I’ve loved and been loved. Been driven crazy by it. Had times when I thought I’d simply waste away to nothing if I didn’t somehow bring it, find it, trick it, but somehow get it into my life. I’m better now. So today I attempted to understand some types of love. Dare I say even put a label on Love? Innocent Love: Under this same title is the Love you’ll feel for the children in your life. Yours, all your relatives’ children and all the kids in the neighborhood that your children bring by the house. You love them all. Warm and Fuzzie love: Found Love: Lost Love: Creeper Love: Remembered Love: Pride Love: Secret Love: STUPID LOVE: If I’m lucky enough to have love come into my life again. I want to be Stupid in Love. My quote for Love: "Let me not to the marriage of true minds April 25 Break UpsCutting TiesBreakups. They're just so versatile. They can be real or fake, temporary or permanent, eye-opening or heart-breaking, make you laugh or cry, make you strong or weak inside. Pre-meditated and planned or passionately spontaneous…just like homicide. Except whoever decides to play the victim serves the life sentence. Breakups can shake the core of your existence, turn you into a psycho or a hippie…or just fade into another-guy-I-fucked all so quickly. There is one thing that all kinds of breakups do have in common however---they're an opportunity to boost oneself up the ladder of personal evolution. If it's rotten, throw it out. Cut the leash and cut the crap. Breakups give us the opportunity to tap. Tap into the strength that is innate in every soul, tap into the love that's in your friends and home. Tap into your creative side, your confident side, your survivor genes. And tapdance all the way up the ladder to a new and improved human being. If You Know Your filipino
April 03 INSIDE A WOMAN'S MIND...INTO THEIR OWN IDEA FACTORYWomen...ALWAYS WITH THEIR SECRETS. I CAN KEEP A SECRET, CAN'T YOU?Woman often tell themselves that they need to keep some secrets from their men. Well, the inverse is true as well. There are certain things that your woman should never find out about you. For instance, she doesn't need to know about the hot girl who works at your office, and you don't want her to know that you cried for a week after your ex dumped you flat. After all, you always need to maintain some leverage in your relationship. And as soon as your lady has all the goods on you, the power distribution will have shifted dramatically. Furthermore, keeping some information to yourself might help keep her honest, and it saves you from the risk of public embarrassment. Here are the top 10 things your gal should never know about you. Keep this valuable info to yourself, but remember this: If your woman can potentially find out about any of the following from another source, you might as well give it up right now. If she discovers any of your little secrets by means of an alternate party, you'll have to deal with her crap over both the information in question and the fact that you tried to cover it up. NUMBER 10 - YOUR CONQUEST COUNT Look, you know how many chicks you've bagged and it's probable that some of your friends do, too. But that's where this circle of info should close. It's not necessary to give your current lover a running tally of conquests. Sure, you both want to be safe when it comes to sex. And I encourage you to get yourself tested to prove to both her and yourself that you're clean (of course, she should do the same). But there's no need to divulge numbers -- doing so will upset her and put you at risk of spending the night alone. NUMBER 9 - YOUR INCOME As a relationship progresses, it is natural that a couple come to grow familiar with each other's finances. But in the early stages of dating, there is a very sound and reasonable argument for playing your personal monetary value close to the vest. Two words: gold diggers. You could have the bank account of Donald Trump or the debts of Mike Tyson; either way, she shouldn't know. Let her dig you for you first. Then, if you're flush, you can buy her the stuff she likes and such. And if you're broke, she'll either ditch you because you don't buy her stuff, or she'll prove that she's of a worthy character by sticking with you. So keep your Benjamins to yourself. NUMBER 8 - THE LOCATION OF YOUR PORN STASH Guys like porn. A lot of chicks do, too. There's no sense, however, in mixing up your fantasy world with the real one. As soon as your lady gets wind that you have a porn stash, there's a good chance that she'll be crying about how she has to compete with Jenna Jameson whenever she sleeps with you. And man, you do not need that kind of stress every time you want to get it on. Worse yet, she could get all crazy and throw out your collection when you aren't looking. Protect your porn, and keep it under wraps. NUMBER 7 - YOUR WEAKNESSES Maybe you cry during insurance commercials, or maybe you aren't really as self-confident as you make yourself out to be in public. These frailties don't matter -- as long as she never finds out about them. If she does, she'll start making all sorts of "cute" jokes at your expense. Or the revelation that her man isn't quite the man that she thought he was will put her off of you entirely. Be strong and keep your weaknesses undercover. NUMBER 6 - YOUR STRIP CLUB EXPERIENCES Do you like going to peeler bar? Enjoy watching the ladies dance around erotically for your pleasure? Want to maintain the strip club as an open option for an evening's entertainment? Then do not tell your woman that you go there. Don't even concede that you used to go regularly. She'll want to know why you like it, and how much you spend on "tips" for the girls. Even those women who claim to have no problems with strip clubs will somehow twist this habit of yours to their advantage. Simply put, this is a conversational road you do not want to go down. NUMBER 5 - YOUR WEIRDER FANTASIES Certain fantasies should be shared and enjoyed together. But you may be into freaky stuff that she just wouldn't understand. Maybe your sexual fantasies involve garden tools or shellfish, and you're just not sure if your lady will appreciate them. Well, there's a good chance that she won't. There are certain daydreams that you and your imagination should take care of on your own, and that you shouldn't divulge to your lady. Once she knows what dark thoughts are running through your head, she may head for the door faster than you can say "gimp." NUMBER 4 - YOUR MASTURBATION FREQUENCY Women know that guys masturbate. It's a fact of life. But your woman doesn't need to know the frequency, duration and tools that you use to get off -- it might just pique her curiosity. A guy wants to be alone when he's playing with himself, and you don't need her trying to sneak up on you when you're having some "personal time." NUMBER 3 - YOUR EX-GIRLFRIEND MEMORABILIA You might have kept naked pictures of your exes. Maybe you've stashed away their love letters or their panties. Heck, you may have a whole database of their names and personal info printed up on an Excel spreadsheet. Whatever the case, never let your current squeeze find out about your memorabilia. Even if she's willing to leave the past in the past, you can bet that she won't balk at dropping their names as ammo in future fights. For example: "I see then. I guess Melissa would have never done that, would she?" Get the picture? Besides, these are your private memories -- your new girl just doesn't need to know. NUMBER 2 - YOUR EMBARASSING MOMENTS We've all had them. And I'm not just talking about light embarrassment, like farting in public or getting caught in a Freudian slip. I'm talking about severe, crippling embarrassment, on the scale of soiling the sheets or having an ex post an indecent picture of you online. If you've suffered this kind of Forbidden Topic humiliation, she should not get a whiff of it. The idea of it and the accompanying visual will surely blow your cool factor right out of the water, and leave your woman killing herself with laughter. It's not the best way to remain slick, and there's a good chance that she'll never look at you in the same light again. You've already lost your pride once over the incident; there's no need to relive the experience. NUMBER 1 - YOUR CHEATING PAST Maybe you were just a conniving player back in the day. Or you might have had complicated issues with an ex that drove you into the arms of another woman. No matter what the reasons, no matter how strong your determination is to mend your ways and get a clean start with someone new, your cheating past is something that you never want to reveal to your lady. She'll automatically think that you're looking to score behind her back every chance you get, and you'll never get a fair shake from her again Sex makes people healthy, cheerful, strong, beautiful and sleepyTHIS IS AN AWESOME ARTICLE! HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ IT. DONT TAKE THIS ARTICLE THE WRONG WAY. IT'S AN ACTUALY STUDY AND IT ISN'T SOMETHING PULLED OUT OF MY A**.LOL.SERIOUSLY, READ IT YOU MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING. LOL.Sex makes people healthy, cheerful, strong, beautiful and sleepyIt is much easier for a woman to learn how to love herself, if she has a man, who desires and worships her It is generally believed that human beings have sex either for pleasure or reproduction. However, the number of people driven with these motivations has been reducing steadily during the recent years. The majority of humans use sex as the most pleasant and available remedy for a whole bouquet of problems. It is an open secret that a person gets into a cheerful mood during an act of love. In addition to purely psychological satisfaction, the human body produces endorphin - the hormone in charge of elevated spirits and positive perception of the environment. Researchers say that such inspiration comes from the activity of certain brain centers, which change the hormonal status of the body. Good quality sex produces a spiritually elevating effect on the chemical level, which does not require any additional efforts. Prior to the culminating moment of an act of love, orgasm, the brain emits a dose of oxytocin - the hormone of the posterior lobe of pituitary. Oxytocin results in the production of sedative endorphins - natural analogues of morphine. Sex spurs the production of estrogen with women - the substance, which eases premenstrual pains. Therefore, sex is the best painkiller. One may say that a bed is the best equipment for physical exercises that man has ever designed. The pulse rate of a sexually excited individual increases from 70 to 150 beats per minute, which is comparable to muscle efforts of a weight-lifter. Only one sexual intercourse burns off the same amount of calories that a person loses running on a treadmill for 15 minutes. Needless to say that the first option is much more pleasant than the second one. Thirty minutes of sex kill about 200 calories. In other words, daily sex can take away 500 grams of your weight in a week. Sex is a very good impetus for the strengthening of the immune system. It has been tentatively proved that those people, who have sex on a regular basis, are much more protected against various viral diseases than those, who prefer abstinence: healthy sex saturates blood with antibodies. Therefore, sexually active men and women suffer from widespread infectious diseases such a flu and cold less frequently. As for sexually transmitted diseases, the answer is obvious: a condom makes perfect. It may seem unreal, but it is a fact: regular sex enlarges women's breasts. Sexual excitement intensifies the bloodstream, which may add 25 percent to a woman's breast size. Furthermore, women can raise their IQ with every orgasm that they experience. American scientists, who continuingly study sexual possibilities of homo sapiens, discovered that the moment of orgasm gives a very powerful incentive to a large number of chemical reactions and physical procedures in the body. The speed of blood circulation reaches its maximum, whereas the oxygen-enriched blood reaches all internal organs, including brain, very quickly. Hypothalamus - the center for control of the hormonal system - also governs the work of learning and memorizing centers. It goes without saying that an act of love ends with the ultimate relaxation and sleep, especially if it occurs after a hard day at work. The raising level of oxytocin produces a strong tranquillizing effect. Sex can therefore be considered as a perfect natural soporific medication. Sex trains almost all groups of muscles, especially muscles of pelvis, buttocks, stomach and arms, which is an important factor for women. Regular love acts improve the bearing and exert a favorable influence on the musculoskeletal system. In addition, sex results in the production of collagen - the substance, which adds smoothness and glow to women's skin. Progesterone, another hormonal product of sex, helps a person fight acne. American scientists concluded as a result of their research that couples, who love each other at least three times a week, look two or three years younger than their coevals, who either abstain from sex or hardly ever enjoy it. Any long-legged beauty girl annoys you, especially if she looks younger and prettier. A photograph of a beautiful model wearing fancy designer clothes ruins your entire day. Only passionate sex can save you from this infirmity. When a man tells his woman that she is the most beautiful lady on Earth, a woman usually stops thinking about several centimeters of fat on her waist or the fading elasticity of her skin. Psychologists say that it is much easier for a woman to learn how to love herself, if she has a man, who desires and worships her. PEOPLE IN THE GYMBarbody - The most common gym lurker. As the name implies, this guy works on muscles to show off at the bar, with purpose of impressing chicks or intimidating pencil necks. Usually, it's a young guy between 15-25 years old, who's at the gym working on every upper body muscle he can see from the front. The routine consists of endless curls, bench presses, pushdowns and seated presses. Once in a while you see him throw in a few lat pull downs and crunches just for fun. Chat Boy - This type of guy is rare, but you don't want to run into him. Chat boy wants to discuss lifting, eating, or life in general with you, often in great detail. Now, I have nothing against conversation, especially workout talk, but chat boy doesn't know when to stop and turns a one-hour workout into two. The Sharp Dressed Man - Believe me, not every girl is going crazy for this guy. I've seen him many times, and I still don't get it. His lifting attire: t-shirt, dress pants, and loafers. I mean frigging loafers? One workout I could understand, but nobody forgets their gym bag everyday. Stanky - Stanky, for lack of a better term, stank. It wasn't a natural,"I just busted my ass and sweated a fountain" type of odor - it was more of a festering pile of sewage smell that assaulted the nose. I'm pretty sure that he didn't wash himself, his gym clothes, his underwear -- or most likely all three. I could smell him coming and it was bad enough that if he worked next to me, I would finish what I was doing quickly and run for oxygen. Rocky Jr. - I'm all for boxing, I think it's a great way to stay fit and relieve tension. What I don't get is the guy shadowboxing in front of the dumbbells. My gym has no boxing equipment, not even a place to jump rope, yet Rocky comes here three times a week to get ready for Apollo. Here's a hint: it's not that kind of gym. Mutterer - This guy loads the bar up with way too much weight, eekes out 3 reps with bad form and then mutters "nogood", loudly, after his set prematurely ends. He's under the impression that everyone CARES how much he's lifting and wants us to know that any other day he could have made the lift. If you see this, make sure to avoid eye contact, otherwise you'll end up hearing a lengthy, bullshit explanation for the travesty you just witnessed. Tightpants - This is self-explanatory. If you even think this might apply to you, buy some new pants. NOW! Mr. Scream - No matter what weight this guy is using, or what rep he's on, he feels the need to share his pain with us. A certain amount of noise is understandable, and even expected on certain movements (i.e. squats), but nobody wants to hear you yell through 4 sets of pushdowns. The Hurler - Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with puking. This guy feels the need to launch any weight he's just finished using, especially dumbbells, onto the floor. Not only is this a hazard for anyone near him, it breaks down the dumbbells. Losing control when lowering weights might happen once in while, but launching the weights so everyone can look and see how much you used is pathetic. The Tag Team - I thought this one was over-stated by everyone, until I joined my latest gym. The team, as the name implies, is actually two guys working together to lift the same weight. This is almost always on the bench press, where one guy loads the bar up and his friend helps him pull every rep after the second one. I've even seen instances where a guy was helped on all of his reps. Rhetorical question time: If you need help to bench 400 lbs, do you really bench 400? The Entourage - Another one that borders on cliche: You've seen this: a group of guys - usually high school to early 20's - lifting together. They almost always congregate at the bench or preacher station. They hog up this area without seeming to do any work. They're more interested in what party they're going to or which chick they're trying to score with. Lord help you if you want to bench when they're around. Cable Guy - This guy, for one reason or another, LIVES by the cable stack. Maybe he thinks they're better or safer or maybe he just misses his Bowflex. Either way, cable cross-overs, cable curls, cable crunches and cable lateral raises do not a workout make. The Jackass - I couldn't think of more appropriate name for the guy who loads up a bar or machine, does his reps and leaves it. The next person is then stuck with the task of unloading the 300lbs his friend just helped him bench. I get pissed just thinking about it. Mr. Smith - Have you ever seen anyone base his entire workout around the Smith Machine? Most savvy lifters are well versed in the limitations (and evils) of the Smith machine. However, Mr. Smith treats it like a long lost relative and tries to spend as much time on or around it as possible. Bench press? Check. Squat? Check. Incline press? Check. Upright row and lean way back? Check. Extra shearing on his joints? Check. Injury? On it's way. Mr. Clean... and Curl - Having invented a new exercise, the reverse hang-clean, Mr. Clean sports impressive strength and muscularity in the hips and lower back. Oh wait, he was curling... The Wanderer - This guy combines his love of walking with weightlifting. His routine: load the bar up, do a set, walk around the gym for 10 minutes and repeat 4 or 5 times. My favorite is when they load up a bar, leave it in the squat rack and come back and curl it. Same amount of time - twice the jackass. The Orthopedist's Dream - Closely related to Mr. Smith (I'm sure they'll end up in the same waiting room sooner or later) is the Dream. Let's see: he squats onto a chair and bounces back up, deadlifts like he's waiting to be mounted and benches with an arch you could drive a Mini Cooper through. Hey buddy, hear that crackling noise? It's your spine. Captain Crunch - The last guy I saw like this was middle aged, paunchy and terrified of everyone in my gym. His claim to fame is doing 8 consecutive sets on the crunch machine, with a 5 second rest period in between. His answer when I asked him if I could work in: more crunches. I wonder if his waist has gotten any smaller? Dance Fever - Every time I see Dance in my gym he's either on his way to, or coming out of an aerobic class. Sometimes I think he does it to meet chicks, but then I remember his stylin' headband and Richard Simmons-like build. I'm all for cardiovascular fitness, but I believe that unless it involves hitting something, men do not belong in aerobic classes. The only Fonda you should even think about imitating is Peter, although I would not recommend his previous "supplementation." Shortshorts - See Tightpants above. And, if they were once jeans, shoot yourself. Rack and Roller - This has to be seen to be believed: this guy goes to the dumbbell rack, picks the dumbbells off the rack, places them on the floor and then rolls them to whatever bench he's working on. When he's done, he rolls them back. It's a good thing too... I mean I wouldn't want him to exert himself. Charlie Bandana - Charlie shows up to the gym in clothes that would embarrass Hulk Hogan. Apparently, he learned everything he knows about gym attire from reading Flex ... in 1986. The bandana, clown pants and shitkicker boots are bad enough, but it's the silly muscle T-shirts (Fear This!) that really push him over the top. I'm sure he feels ultra hardcore, but he looks like a tool. Right Tackle - 20 years ago Right Tackle dominated the field on his high school football team. I know this because I've heard him tell his story at least 50 times. It's either right before or right after he looks in your direction and says: "I used to lift more than this." Every time a young guy with a decent build comes near him he asks, "You play football?" This inevitably leads to a re-telling of RT's past glories. Hey buddy, leave the kids alone -- it's over. Treadswill - It's bad enough to watch people bounce the bar off their chests and squat 2 inches down, but now I have to see cheating during cardio?!?! Because walking at 3 MPH is apparently tiring and too stressful, Treadswill eases his pain by leaning onto the display column to support his bulbous form. What the hell's wrong with you when even walking fast is too hard? The Scholar - I see guys carry bodybuilding mags around the gym all the time. Usually they're trying to follow some bullshit 30 set routine; I feel bad for them but it doesn't really bother me. What irritates me is the guy reading a book in between sets. You shouldn't be able to talk between sets, much less have the ability to read a book. I mean, if you're not going to put real effort in, then why bother in the first place? Last time I checked there were no studies showing that reading Dune is anabolic. Mr. Natswole - The biggest "natural" guy in the gym. I have no problems with gear, but watching moonface talk about the virtues of being natural and how it was training "balls to the wall" that got him big really gets to me. Nobody's asking for a confession, but if you're juicing don't try to present yourself as something you're not. Unless, of course, your name is Skip... Dumbellina - Okay, I know I said this would be about guys, but I'm sure at least one woman will read this. Anyway, Dumbellina is the epitome of what women shouldn't be doing in the gym. Her entire workout revolves around those tiny cast iron dumbbells that wouldn't give a toddler a good workout. I'm not sure what's she's doing with them, but it looks like her goal is to one day flap her arms and take to the sky. One of these days, I expect to see her gracefully soaring over the parking lot. The good thing is, I'm sure those nasty weights won't make her too big. Desperado - Every gym has at least one of these guys, whose sole purpose at the gym is to search for someone to rub up against. His habits of constantly leering at, hitting on, or "accidentally" bumping into the female members make him a nuisance. One of these days he's going to bump the wrong girl and end with 25lb plate sticking in the side of his head. Baby Huey - Here's one for the younger guys. Huey's claim to fame is that he mocks all of his scrawny classmates at my gym for the weights they use. Being a skinny teenager is hard enough and I'm sure getting to the gym takes some balls for these guys. What they don't need is verbal abuse from some doofus who just happened to be born big, fat and strong. He's another one that will eventually screw with wrong person and have his ass handed to him. And lastly the most common and lame.... Coach - Coach has somehow managed talk his girlfriend into going to the gym and letting him train her. Unfortunately, he thinks she needs to follow his "hardcore" training methods. It's almost comical listening to him tell her that leg pressing is for sissies. It's even funnier to listen to him correct her out loud for wanting to "tone up." Hey pal, she doesn't care if "getting toned" is a misnomer -- she just wants to look good. She squats with better form than you. Useful Information, CHECK THIS OUT.IT'S FUNNY CAUSE ITS TRUEWhich Asian stereotype are you?First of all...Fob's are immigrants a.k.a. Fresh off the boat. There are many kinds of fobs (i cant really take credit for this because i got this off a site. Namely urbandictionary, I added some in) Twinkie - Besides your nationality, there is little to distinguish you from white people - Your significant other is not Asian and never has been - You have few Asian friends, if any - You are embarrassed at family events because you cannot speak your language and everyone has to switch to English to communicate with you - You have no idea that the other types of Asians on this list even exist - You think Hello Kitty is dumb and do not know what Sanrio is - You are the only Asian on this list that does not know what Bubble Tea is - You drive a Ford or some other domestic car and if you drive a Honda, it is stock Asian-American - You claim yourself as Asian, but real Asians think you're whitewashed and non-Asians see you as a foreigner. You fit in nowhere - You have heard of Bubble Tea but have never actually had any - You are confused about your cultural identity and express this frustration through spoken word performances at your college - You read A. magazine and think it's great - You do not know who Leon, Aaron, Sammi, Hikki, or Kangta are - You are only vaguely aware of the other Asians below Yap (Young Asian Professional) - You are in one of these professions: a) Medicine / Pharmaceutical b) Engineering c) Finance d) Investment Banking e) Accounting - Most of your wardrobe was purchased at Banana Republic - You go to "mixers" on Thursday nights to meet other Yaps and talk about the Dow Jones. - You did exactly what your parents wanted you to do and as a result, your life is hella boring - Your apartment/home is decorated almost exclusively with stuff from Pier 1 - Your parents always talk to their friends about how much money you make. If they don't, then you're a disappointment Fob (Fresh Off tha Boat) - You were not born in America - You know who Leon, Aaron, Sammi, Hikki, and Kangta are. In fact, you have seen them at Atlantic City or Las Vegas recently - You speak your native language fluently and so do all your friends - You do not have any non-Asian friends - Your parents do not speak any English - When you speak English, you like to make everything plural - You get extremely good grades in school - You cannot dance - Your fashion sense comes from whatever country you're from and you incorporate nothing from American fashion into your wardrobe SuperFob - Your command of the English language is minimal and you don't care - You like dim sum chicken feet - You do not own a single CD, VCD, Video game, or DVD that isn't bootlegged - Your only hangout is Chinatown - All the lights in your house are fluorescent - You dry your cloths outside your window - You need a haircut - You either smell like cigarettes or food Fobabee - You are an Asian-American or Twinkie who has recently "awoken" - You have a newly found fetish of Asian girls/boys - You have taken the Asian Studies course at college - You are trying to learn as much as possible about your culture to make up for your lifetime of trying to be white (Twinkie ; Banana) or Black (Chigger ; Tea egg) - If you are lucky, you will grow to become Fobulous Gangsta Fob (Fobsta) - You have shot another Asian - Your favorite hangout is a pool hall - When you talk, you sound like a cross between a Fob and an urban black kid - Your hair looks silly, but no one will tell you because you'll shoot them - You have a serious gambling problem - You are a Rice-boy, but your mods are cheap and are never painted to match the rest of your car - No one tells you your rice ride looks cheap because you'll shoot them - You want to have a Tab girlfriend, but can only get Hoochie Tabs Tab (Trendy Asian B*tch) - You shop at A/X, Bebe and Club Monaco - You only wear black and will occasionally wear white to "mix it up" - You do not weigh more than 105 lbs - You have never paid for dinner at a restaurant in your life - Platform heels are your favorite - You are a makeup expert, in fact, you appear completely flawless - You do not smile in public - You are the object of desire of all Asian men and you know it - You smoke - Your cell phone is completely customized - On the inside flip of your cell phone is a sticker pic of you and your man - Somewhere in your purse is a Sanrio item - You only date Asian and will only date a boy with a nice car - You are often seen with Rice-boys - You never travel alone. You are either in the company of other Tabs or your Rice-boy boyfriend Hoochie Tab - You are an import car model - Your boobs are not real - There are naked pictures of you floating around on the internet somewhere - Stiletto heels are your favorite - Your role models are Francine Dee and Kaila Yu - Your boyfriend is a Gangsta Fob - You cheat on your boyfriend - Unlike most Asians, you do not do well in school Rice-Boy - You drive an Asian import. Usually a Honda or Acura - Your souped up car (known as a Rice-ride or Rice-rocket) is unrecognizable from it's original stock form - Your exhaust pipe is big enough for your head to fit in - The spoiler on your car looks like it was made by Boeing - The interior of your car also looks like it was designed by Boeing - You always drive like you are racing someone - You are not afraid of dying in a crash, but you are afraid of speed bumps and parking lot on-ramps - The only other person besides yourself who can sit in your car is your 105 lbs Tab girlfriend. If anyone else sits in your car, the entire bottom of it will be touching the ground - Even though your car is a Honda, it goes faster and is worth more than a Lotus Esprit - If you drive a Civic, your dream car is a Supra. If you drive a Supra, your dream car is a Skyline (which you can never have). Poor Rice-boy. Fobulous - You speak perfect English and you are fluent in your native language - You have Asian friends as well as non-Asian friends - You listen to Asian pop as well as American music - You are equally aware of both popular American culture and Asian pop culture - You are a good dancer - You date Asian by choice even though you could rock the opposite sex of any other race - You are a good designer and have superior Html skills - You have an Apt107 page AND an AA page and the guest books in both are packed - For you, FOB stands for Fabulous Oriental Being - You have lots of Asian pride Pob - A Filipino fob. - Words that start with F tend to be pronounced with a P. (Fuck you..Pobarized version: PUCK you) - FUll accent January 16 Confussion of UnderstandingThis is what confuses me...the questions of incorrect approches, misguided actions , thoughtless words that I have spoken. The pace of the race went too fast, simply moving too quickly, outrunning time before the past mistakes catches on. Patience was the lesson in that story. Jeaslosy was the moral before and confidence was the latest. These mistakes have grown to become a reoccuring symptoms for this diseased soul. She told me she wanted to go slow, yet as time passes on it seems that we are not moving at all. Everything that I have created, the bond we have... slowly deteriorated turning into ashes of passed away memories. It brings tears to my eyes to see this die. It crushes my soul, as the pain of losing constantly repeats in my mind. I dreamed of you everyday... Wished the stars and heavens that we could be together... but faith has its was of always leaving my world in disappointment and chaos. You brought peace and serenity to my world but as your memory fades from my mind , the darkness is struggling to get in and I fear that my strength will not endure. I begged life to become simple and that I could be with you, but now i know this will be impossible. All I could do is wait and see. I feel so helpless that I have no control over everything... However I will make this one promise, I will never give up but once your gone, I willl not be able to help myself erase you forever from my mind. The scar you will leave behind are permanenet and it will be hard on me so the way I deal with such situation is I forget and move on. Leaving a trail of blood behind me to distract my mind from thinking of you once again... I cry in agony as the days go by, my heart aches and I fear that these are our final days together... and the worst part is that you do not even want to be with me... It pains me to hear and see this. I wish life was simple and that all questions have answers... but you cant have everything in life. All you can do is live it. Live everyday without talking, seeing, and hearing you... That's a life i do not wanna live. January 11 Just a SongSinging to the melody, forget about the problem and track back the records and rewind the mind... just the song sweep you of this world. The past doesn't matter as long as the song stays playing. Simply relax. Enjoy every moment that takes your breath away. Each independent notes strike a piece of the heart and shatters the the sorrows in singles blossoms flowing through the whispers of the wind. Sing along, bounce to the beat and forget...all you can think of is that song. Constant repitition , an alliteration of grace that softly rolls of the tip of your lips. An obssesive word that catches the attention and once capture it will never go away... so just simply accept everything that happeneds now. Your caught in the void and you cant avoid this song. All the melody has been blessed by your angellic voice and insipired me to composed this song. Unfortunately you'll never listen to this song, you'll never understand this song, will never give it a chance... but to me it doesn't matter, because it's my song for you and only you. My gift to my one and only...this is for you. The sweet scent of a broken Rose...
Quote The sweet scent of a broken Rose... January 09 The Angel from my dreamsCrying out to god...seeking his guidance and aid. Confessions bled the halls of sanctuary, prayers rang the bells of hearts, the blood washed the sky. The intentions of death and hostility echoed the night... a premention of death is about to be unleashed. Faithful night... A dayI shall not forget...starring mesmerized at the luminated blade...,so anxiously waiting for a reply...unkind images and dissapointing thoughts circulated through my veins. The venom of the fallen has spread once again, The infection has began, the threath has been introduced and destruction is now imminent. The transformation has begun...My breath drew from the innocence of purity... The essence of regret and sererity of memories delayed the process...the seering pain will not stop! The tearing of flesh. The burning of blood. The pain of losing her...Time is almost up...Seconds till my soul is slain, thus nothing happened. A miracle has been placed upon this unfortunate being but why? Still that day i wondered what happened to me, why was i saved and how... then i came to realize that it was her...the sincerity of her voice shattered the bonds of faith and released this regretful soul. She has saved me from falling, god has sent her to save my life...that angel of my dreams. A meaningful lifeLife was never made to be live easy. Suffering can make a person feel alive, inspire the soul to write, to create. Life can never be lived without feeling pain...The Basic Rules for life is to feel pain cause without this... we would not be called human. Tears must be shed, hearts must be broken, and memories are for eternity.Humanity shall not develop yet evolve without emotions...Emotions have built the foundation of my world. I have risked everything, poured my soul, and drowned my sorrows in the all hell's fires, yet i still stand, with my pride in tact, my spirit shattred... yet, i still stand here, for I have learned that you cannot live in this world, you cannot live this life, without eternal regrets. A person without memories of pain is not considered to have not fully lived life at all. All must experience this... it is inevitable. Humanity cannot exist without pain...I cannot live witout pain, it is the fuel that burns this lonely candle. In hopes that his flames grow and spread across the wind and carry his wishes across the heart of the one he seeks. A human, a person,I... cannot live without pain... For all ive got is pain and without it all my efforts for her is all but meaningless. January 24 Is This What U Call Love?Let's break it down the idiots who know nothing of love, all they see is beauty but nothing beyond and underneath the surface. Shallow images of sex and pleasure seek their heart and broken feeling mean nothing, just shit on the ground. spittin words with no disregard, no respect for the ages and short lasting love is all desired. False feelings undermind reason and truth. Where's the real love? Does it even exist? Rarely I seen these thing be and those that have it, keep it. The passion, the lust in love, truth in promises and the hope of living. Don't let it just slip away, keep it close to your heart. Do all you can to keep it, because you might regret it... That's all I have to say. January 12 Behold the truth beyond the beautyThrough these past few moons I've noticed a change between the tides os spring and winter. The winter solstice has covered the earth for longer darkness as her heart begins to shift back to hate and depression. Asking questions can cause the mind to bend and assume a new form. My passion slowly fades to the void and her image, so malevolent and perfect begins to wirnkle and slowly fade amongst the forgotten. I once adorded and admire her beauty from a far and I wish and I still wish that it stayed that way but due to my hopes and dreams of bieng in such presence, I have dug a grave and carved a tomb in my name. I wish things would have stayed the same and that pain has found its home in me but... to think for a moment and spend days in deep thoughts...Faith has it ways of showing reality. She WAS a godess in my former eyes but now through these truth infected vision, I now see her as a simple weed in garden of unfullfilling wishes. January 09 Pieces of a puzzled mindSeeing that her once again felt like a breath of eternal happiness.Engraved in the my mind for my future thought to dweel upon. These memories i will cherrish... these memories i will come to hate the loathe. All I could do is hold on. Grip on her image till my streght out weighs my will and my dreams. To be truthful all I am is what I am going to be. I shall not choose to forget her when pain strikes me down. Shatter the my collection of hope and bury it deep within my deepest fear. Piece by piece, happiness to sorrow if that is what the future foretold. Seek and be found or wait and be seeked...these memories I hold, these pieces of a broken dream...It's all that I've got, all that I've got and without them I have nothing, not even you... |
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