Monday, October 19, 2009

One Day...

When I first saw you, I was afraid of to talk to you
After talking to you, I was fearful of liking you
I liked you so much that I was afraid of losing my heart
But I lost my heart, and the greatest of all, I lost you

Here I am lamenting of what could have been
How is it that even though you are so close to me,
You are still so distant from my arms and my heart
And no matter how much I try, I can’t bring you back

I miss you-such simple words yet they repulse me
It used to be just you and me, what a loss now
I would never ask you because you would never tell me
You never loved me, that I know so well now

They have said if you can’t get someone out of you head
Maybe they are supposed to be there forever
But now, I wish I could stop thinking of you all the time,
And how good you made me feel, when you were with me

I know I was not easy to love, but could you have tried,
I gave you my heart, and hurt myself in the process
I hate the feeling I have, because even though you hurt me
I cannot bring my self to hate you, as am told I should

How can I stop crying every time I think of you
When the thoughts of you are they that bring me tears?
How can I stop wishing for peace of mind?
When the one who can bring me peace is so far away?

I have stopped thinking of you and dreaming of you,
Because those thoughts and dreams have become so empty.
It is not missing you that breaks my fragile heart
But the thought that I once held you in my arms kill me

Now I am saying goodbye, goodbye to your memories
One day you will love me but I wont be there to see it
One day you will cry over me but I wont be there for it
One day you will want me back and I won’t want you

Sunday, October 18, 2009

A woman's dilemma

I don't think anyone knows the original writer...but I found this interesting
1. The nice men are ugly.

2. The handsome men are not nice.

3. The handsome and nice men are gay.

4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.

5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.

6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are
only after their money.

7. The handsome men without money are after our money.

8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think
we are beautiful enough.

9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and
have money, are cowards.



10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and
thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!



11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.



NOW ....WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN??

Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's

a woman's job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into
something you'd like to have dinner with...


thought this was funny

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Being poetic

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Who said relationships had to be complicated

I am not going to claim that I am a relationship guru. Not even by a long shot.
But I wonder, does it always have to be all games?
Is there a honest person? an honest relationship?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Salsa Dancing

It has become common knowledge that I love to dance. My recent obsession is Latin dancing. While Merengue and Bachata requires little skill to master, I have been concentrating on salsa most of the time. Yes yes, I can salsa, and I am decent at it.
it has been two years, and now I have come to either become tired of salsa, (might be the guys that I am meeting there) or maybe I am ready to move on to my other Passion...Argentianian Tango. But I am holding this off until I probably have a guy who I will be comfortable prancing and doing all those lifts and drags on the floor. (Okay so those are not the technical terms for them)

Someone should warn people that salsa dancing is dangerous. At the moment, the big toe of my left foot has lost half of its nail. Did i hear painful? yup, prett much.
I want to tell you stories of nights where I have gone from work, and straight to hours of salsa, and then had to wake up the next morning to go to work. Early in the morning. After I graduated, I decided that it had to stop at going out five days a week to maybe three times a week. I do enjoy the rush, the thrill of all of it...but I think I need to maybe not go out so much anymore.
Salsa fashion has been a problem for me. Coming from a family where my mom taught me to never go out unless i look my best, I have had to relearn this lesson, or rather twik it a bit. Salsa does not allow for fashion much....and most of the time I am pushing it.
You see, in the beginning it used to be that i had to go out looking super cute. Since I was not a good dancer, I had to look cute, for the guys to take pity on the cute girl seating down moving her feet to the music but no partner. Now, that I can hold my own on the floor, I am faring much better. Except now, I can't really be all dressed because sweat is the result of holding your own on the floor.
Oh, did I mention that in the last couple of months, three pairs of jeans have ripped mysteriously! I cannot explain it, and I don't know if I want. the humiliation of it is not something I might want to speak of.

I am sure there will be more of this...since it seems I have nothing better to do these days other than salsa dance!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Something to Prove

I have a very low tolerance for stupidity carried out as intelligence. Which is probably the source of my irritation at the moment.
Maybe it is because today is friday, and I feel literally like crap. And on top of that, I am tired.
Anyhow, for a span of two weeks, I was part of this blog...righteously titled "We WANT TRUTH". Now I should probably preface this by saying that while I respect young minds and our ability to ask the most annoying questions, the authors seems to have focused on one particular truth "Christian bashing". Off course if you ask them...they are seeking truth. But you have to wonder, what kind of truth comes from belittling other people's belief.
My undoing was yesterday evening. Sometime before I went to bed around 11, I did my routine final check on blogs, and imagine my surprise on the picture. I won't even post it here, because besides it being very rude, it was crude. So I resigned from my post as a contributor of the blog.
I was called a quitter and off course apparently quitting is for losers.

Anyways, I have been thinking about this all day. I love to blog...but even this privilege of free speech comes with a high responsibility. My colleagues in that namely blog seem to think that mind diarrhea is permissible. As people in general, we have to be careful of the message we put out there. It is okay to be a hothead and want all the glory that goes with blogging and being a "know-it-all"
It is very okay to not take things at face value. Because otherwise we become zombies in a world where every little thing needs our attention, or everything wants our attention. It is very admirable to want to know the truth. My problem however is the fact that some of these authors seem to be self-prescribed know it all. I mean, their knowledge while fallible is at best insulting in tone. They seem to think that truth is always and always will be rational. And that everything can and MUST be explained. They claim to be open minded...but it seems they are open minded to things that agree with their skewed perception on reality.

I am not naive to an extent where I think that all that looks like gold is gold. But I also know that sometimes, there are no explanations for things. And that there are happenings that cannot be explained by "reasoning".

Anyways, I realized that I was part of a blog of a couple of teens who are out there to prove something..- as to what, I don't know. Its like these teenage hormones raging, maybe rebellious hormones. But What have they got to prove? that they are ignorant to the world? and that their attempt to find truth is proving to be futile?

Okay aside from all this, I joined the group, and I did so because I thought I would learn something. (You have to make every experience a learning one). And for that short of time, I have learned. I have learned to maybe to be content that sometimes things do not make sense. And when they don't, it is not my place to prove otherwise. I learned from these young minds...I learned that if truly they do pursue the truth, in the most earnest way, maybe just maybe, they will find that truth