Monday, January 14, 2008
my hamtaro baby is missing..still, I feel happy despite of minor disappointments.
anyway, I listened to F.I.R's "Lydia" again. You know, the song from "The Outsiders" series.. and I felt emo once again.
I'll share my favorite part of the song:
"Por Los momentus de ficiles
Diante di que la flor mas bella
sierra siempre
para mi"
yes, it's the opening part where a gril is speaking in spanish(?).. and I just love it.
I had to ask my dad for the translation of this:
"During the most difficult times
remember that the most beautiful flower
is always for me."
Is it mine?
Labels: FIR, Lydia
It's too late for everything♥
4:25 AM
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Pretty Gillian Pics again. ^__^
Sorry.. I just can't get enough of her.. She's just too angelic.
LOL. She's like my ultimate epitome of HEAVENLY BEAUTY!
ggaaarr.. going crazy once more.. for DBSK this time.. my gawd!! they're like the hottest people in the planet!! and they're voices really blend well!! The just released their new apanese album titled PURLE LINE and the MV is steamy!! LOL. YunHo's rapping still sound awkward with the high pitch that he's trying, but I still find the song catchy..mostly because I just can;t take my eyes of their killer looks!..^__^ but nothing can beat their best song.."Rising Sun." LOL. The MV for Rising is just so dramatic and upbeat! I just love them so much...larh... anyway, meet my hubby Jae Joong!
Lord, Please sent me this mous for my birthday..He's all I want this year..yes, lord..the ope pictured just above this message...the cute blonde guy with the cute fake doggie ears.. He's just too cute..and I wnat to take him home with me!
THANK YOU!
Labels: vanitystrikes
It's too late for everything♥
10:45 PM
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
To a special friend whom I adore so much, for her courage and faith despite of the constant downfalls in her young life.
I salute her.
I hate Me.
Welcome to the unfair world where sinners are saved and angels are taken.
Here, I confess the guilt I have suffered these past few days. I am a conceited person who thinks life had already closed its doors on me, yet I never realized how wrong I was all along. My life is a worthless search, and SOMEBODY COULD'VE LIVED IT BETTER IF THEY HAD THE CHANCE TO STEP INTO MY SHOES.
Life is something most of us disregard. We spent half of it running after something we think we want, and we end up missing on to something better.
And while I lament over the dull little sufferings in my life, somebody holds onto it like a precious pearl--and that somebody ends up losing it instead.
Unfair.
The life that was taken away could've been mine. I could've died without causing much distress, without making so much loss. If I was the one instead, then maybe it'll be better. I could've finally seen the peace that I was looking for all along, and that someone could've lived her life longer and inspire others.
I am guilty for not being thankful of what I have.
and I finally woke up from a long slumber.
_+_
"The Wax Facade"
She was cheerful and optimistic, always ready with a genuine smile to please everyone--not a glint of pain in her delicate face.
Every morning she rose to greet life with warm embrace.
The thorn of every stinging blooded wound, she endured to seek escape.
In the depths of her unyielding eyes, you will come to see
the hidden burden of sadness, and faith that she longed to keep.
the hurt she supressed inside and the sorrow of stifled weeps.
Yet still, you see her, wearing a smile of deceit.
She walks along the crowded path
her faith was all that she had
yet still destiny turned her luck
in a disappointing yeasterday, she was stuck.
As the sun rises, the new day was born
She woke up and stand high and tall
Still, she was in deep pain from her untimely loss
A happy facade, she once again wore.
But as the night falls and everyone falls into sleep
the mask she wore made of wax and perfume
will slowly melt along with its happy endeavor.
and once again, she'll travel in the winding path
weeping and crying for the precious thing she lost
And as the lonely cricket cries,
She calls out to her elusive dream
She moves on the swaying frigid wind
to meet her creator once more.
--larrggghh.. No idea why I wrote this poem. I just feel sad.
But i dedicate this to a special person.Labels: death, life
It's too late for everything♥
3:26 AM
Pretty Gillian Pics again. ^__^
