sometimes, when i have a feeling i will see someone at a certain time or a certain place or a certain day, i unconsciously scan the place around for them. i dunno why. not that i need anything from them, or that i’d do any special effort to say “hi” [and tell them, "hey btw i just had a feeling i'd see you today, and look!" <---weeeeird]…but many times…(or all those times?..)

i did see them. like someone earlier this morning. of all the places in Bacolod City to be, of all the times, while exiting McDonalds at 5 am in the morning, and glancing towards the door (one last time? or just by chance?), there i saw him, that new tattoo he got on his forearm unmistakable, coz something about his dozy facial expression and slumped position (sleepy? tipsy? both?) made me doubt i was seeing who i thought i was seeing, and i unknowingly glanced over to said forearm (bongga! daw sa passport…"any special markings"?) rather than stare [and say "hi"...i'm weird that way. sometimes i don't say hi to people, esp if it's not easy. like for example, being halfway out the door is not easy and i am not good at feigning surprise (feigning is the word, coz somehow i knew i'd see him...remember? o_O') and starting small talk. uhhhhhr awkward moment 101 esp since said person in female company. exit stage right. LOL ^^'].

smiled to myself on the way out, coz that "feeling" or impression was right. a few steps later, (after this random guy on the street said hi and i subtly moved a few meters into the other direction), i felt freaked out a bit. hahaha. before it was family, close friends, and people i know from Church.

but then again, something about him sometimes just makes me sad. it's just the mere fact that when i see people who i know can be so much more, but they're not. haay.

he acts and looks a man full grown
but i know he's vulnerable inside
i really wish that i could save him
the child he tries to hide

ex boyfriend:

he acts as if he knows everything
but he's questioning inside
i wish that i could save him
but i can't save him from his pride

chain letter. tsk i thought this was a scary mystery. :/
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A girl meets a boy on her yahoo messenger:

crazy1 86: hey baby!!!

h0tNsPiCy91: who is this???
… … … … … crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!!!!

h0tNsPiCy91: oh really…. quit lyin! who is this???

crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes…

crazy1 86: i think about u everyday… you are my dream come true.

crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.

crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.

crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight….

h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?!?!?

crazy1 86:dont worry…. ill take very good care of you…

crazy1 86 had signed off.

The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn’t sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn’t know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.

Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing… just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed… the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn’t know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn’t figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.

Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister’s closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.

PART 2…

Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl’s room became a guest room and the little sister’s room where the murder took place became the baby’s room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.

One night he was on the computer and received an instant messege.

h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!!

2seXay4u: Who is this?

h0tNsPiCy91: It’s your big sis.

2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I’m an only child.

2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?

h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?

h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.

h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister’s room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.

2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.

h0tNsPiCy91: You don’t believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.

h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister’s name.

h0tNsPiCy91: If you don’t believe me little brother check the internet. Google on ”Smith sisters murdered anonymously”.

h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can’t believe they kept us a secret from you. They should burn in hell.

The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy found his parents in their closet skinned and hung. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ”I TOLD YOU I WASN’T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD…. BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. WELL I’M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON’T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!”

- LISA SMITH

This is a death chain letter. If you don’t repost this in the next hour, the parents will kill you at night. They will kill you!

DONT BELEIVE ME? LOOK IT UP IN GOOGLE!

windshield.

his words are bordering on sweet honey at times, but my skin is like a windshield with an active wiper. LOL.

and that is one ways of how i survive being told i’m cute and that you miss me and that you’re happy to talk with me. i get it. amu ka lang gd na ya. teh pasakayan ta lang ka kay i know i’m like a little sister to you…and not your ex-love interest. LOL LOL LOL

it’s nice having a big bro though. :)

the other way i survive of course is the mere fact of everything that happened. hahaha. my life is weird, i know. :)

and besides…i know where my heart is. hehe. hee ^^

sarcasm?

“just got up and i’m good to go, and the reason girl is your sweet hello”

stop making me smile. and oh, btw, was being sarcastic. hehehe *heart skips*

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Girl: good morning pangga!

Boy: Good morning too, pangga! mahaw ta. [let's eat breakfast.]

G: hungiti ko. [spoonfeed me.]

B: okay, anu gusto mo, bread with chocolate or oatmeal? [which do you like..?]

G: bread please, i don’t like oatmeal.

B: oh, but you should eat oatmeal pangga; it’s good for your heart..

G: that’s alright pangga; you’re good for my heart too. xD

WAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

reaction ni Boy: pamatay nga linya! <– ROFL :))
oh gosh, did i say imaginary? did i? did i? LOL my bad ;p

the definition of inta. sheesh.

i’ve been getting a lot (and i mean A LOT) of hits on this blogpost of mine: http://ennovyrose.wordpress.com/2006/12/07/inta-inta-news-update-ah-ilonggo-lish-ni-ya-p/ . apparantly, people all over the webverse are wondering what on earth the ilonggo word “inta” means, with the latest search query appearing as “what is inta in ilonggo?”

so in order to make all those hopefuls search a bit more fruitful, let me attempt to give you an explanation.

“inta” actually has a lot of usages. for one thing, it could mean conceited. like, someone thinks as if they’re the best, the prettiest, whatever.

another meaning is that it could mean talking in a really annoying manner…think think claire from “clueless” or “belle” from “legally blond”. like, “ohmygosh this, ohmygosh that. fashion. clothes. clothes. pink. fluffy. frilly. make up make up yada yada yada.”

and another meaning is quite positive and as a joke actually: being girly, or exceptionally girly, when you’re usually not (or just mildly girly).
or just talking like belle from “legally blonde”, coz you just want to make others laugh or yourself laugh. :))

that’s how i understood the word, hope that helps. :))

danger: highly contaminated.

why do songs have dirty and then clean versions?

why not stick with the clean versions instead?

i mean…why does the world even stick with the “dirty” versions? it’s called dirty…
dirty = filthy. contaminated. unsterile. unsanitary.

if you don’t want to eat anything unsanitary, unsterile, contaminated…why oh why listen/watch/tolerate media and language that is dirty? the thing is, what dirty input does is worse than dirty food = it makes the mind and spirit sick. and when a person DOES notice it…usually, a lot of damage has already been done.

seriously, i liked avril lavigne. Smile is a great song, with a lot of buts. i don’t know how many more i could take.

scientific.

i guess this much i regret.

i regret giving you up. you, who loved me despite my being difficult.you, who loved me while i grew, and not just when i was grown. i may have felt out of place, but now as i am wiser and have hindsight, i realize it may have been my fault. i should have just enjoyed your quiet company and stopped feeling sorry for myself. instead i took your friendship for granted, or did not acknowledge it…and slowly, faded away.

and i regret it now. i should’ve loved you better, when you’ve loved me through thick and thin. i should’ve loved you and given you the time to prove my love. instead, i chose to be erroneously selective and selfish of my love. and i am sorry. i am truly, truly, sorry.

all the tears i cry now (and who am i to cry so easily?) won’t turn back time. i just hope i haven’t lost you completely. i’m sorry, i love you all, and thank you. <3 CR Girls ft JTE

 
 

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boy and girl talking, breaking up.

boy: i need to some time alone. i need to get away first.

girl: how long? so we’re not talking at all?

boy: don’t worry. if you need me, i’ll be there for you. if you have a problem, i’ll help.

girl: what if the problem is you not being there?

WAPAK.

tonight = emo rollercoaster.

[2 tumblr 1-minute posts.]

it’s not that i don’t know what i want. i’m just not sure in what order i want it, simply because i’m not sure in what order i’m supposed to want it (and have it).

iwannascreamnowpleasethankyou.

if we will never be, it will be because neither of us was brave enough to fight, because we were too busy waiting and hoping for the other party to declare war — the hard thing that we didn’t have the nerve to do ourselves.

justathoughtugh.

now that seriously made me laugh. LOL. it sounds kinda funny, put like that. :))