It was a simple day full of shine for me. A day with meaning. But as they told theres always a mess beyond your control. It is really beyond my control and that it is considered a mishap. I read a lots of inspiring books that inspires me a lot and it makes my day. Hola world as it is but as the day goes end this trespasser ruins my way of my golden day.
As "four agreements" said be impeccable of what you said I tried to and it goes really good. Simply i love it as it is and gives me a great return being an individual. As I read one article about massage it really inspires me to do some and while it is really rejuvinating I tried to inform others too. I told them what I have learned about this stressfree massage. In return, I got insult, rudeness a big impact of my offense. It was really shameful beside being serious of sharing my newly gained knowledge. They throw words againts me that was really abusive against my personality. I even did'nt expect they would disrespect me, like those one. It really infuriate me, myself and I. They are simply disrespectful beyond others personal entity, stepping others head and ego. They tear it down like slashing me into pieces bit by bit. Simply, Ungrateful..they are and don't deserve to be a good part of my conversation.
I would strongly insist that no one can hurt me more than myself, nevertheless they would make it hard to. I don't take it personally. "I maybe wounded but im not a slain I shall rise and fight again".
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Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
ROCK!!!
I love listening to rock music especially when i feel empty, shallow and inderected. It keeps my spirit alive.There were times that it sounds disturbing, more likely in trouble. Yes, im in trouble when i used to hear hard rock music but not most of the time. If not im just in the mood swing (lol) or trying to figure out another side of disposition. It helps me feel unbreakable, untouchable enough that no one could ever break me, and pull me down. The music interrupts my attention to divert my madness, irritation,annoyance and hatred to rythm. Much more when its like head breaking sounds that I feel no one else exist but me.
I simply love it, of having my own way of existence. I'm maybe different but I know i make sense....
I simply love it, of having my own way of existence. I'm maybe different but I know i make sense....
MISSING YOU
No words can explain how do I miss you,
why do i feel the emptiness when im far from you.
The emptiness that dont know where im heading.
I really miss you, feeling bore alone here and you're miles away from me,
alienated from the oceans divided upon.
What makes me busy whole day is counting the days left and you were at home with me.
Why do we're separated like this?
why do we have to suffer the distances too far enough to catch you in hand.
I would always dream to be with you someday and never left me home.
I hate the feeling of being left.
Saying goodbye while you were heading back to work makes me sick.
Sending you to airport is hard to hold the tears falling and it hurts me much like its slashing me into pieces.
It turns me out wishing that you were never be at home or never visited me at all.
It was a fight for my feelings making myself believe that I am fine and we will see each other again, though its hard and painful.
Weeks had past and months followed,
again my feelings of not wanting you to come home makes another side.
It turns me out wishing you to come home.
Wishing days would fall out and time for you to go home.
I always feel that days had gone so fast and now you're coming home.
why do i feel the emptiness when im far from you.
The emptiness that dont know where im heading.
I really miss you, feeling bore alone here and you're miles away from me,
alienated from the oceans divided upon.
What makes me busy whole day is counting the days left and you were at home with me.
Why do we're separated like this?
why do we have to suffer the distances too far enough to catch you in hand.
I would always dream to be with you someday and never left me home.
I hate the feeling of being left.
Saying goodbye while you were heading back to work makes me sick.
Sending you to airport is hard to hold the tears falling and it hurts me much like its slashing me into pieces.
It turns me out wishing that you were never be at home or never visited me at all.
It was a fight for my feelings making myself believe that I am fine and we will see each other again, though its hard and painful.
Weeks had past and months followed,
again my feelings of not wanting you to come home makes another side.
It turns me out wishing you to come home.
Wishing days would fall out and time for you to go home.
I always feel that days had gone so fast and now you're coming home.
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