Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 eight, i think the one day i'll fly away fits me. to you, i know what you mean. wish i could spend my whole life in your arms. bitter-sweet noh? haaaay... Quote Link to comment
litoz888 Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 In addition to being a brilliant military mind and feared ruler, Napolean Bonaparte (1763 - 1821) was a prolific writer of letters. He reportedly wrote as many as 75,000 letters in his lifetime, many of them to his beautiful wife, Josephine, both before and during their marriage. This letter, written just prior to their 1796 wedding, shows surprising tenderness and emotion from the future emperor. Paris, December 1795 I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives! You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire. Quote Link to comment
Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 to you, who-must-not-be-named... IF I EVER LOSE MY FAITH IN YOUSting You could say I lost my faith in science and progressYou could say I lost my belief in the holy churchYou could say I lost my sense of directionYou could say all of this and worse, butIf I ever lose my faith in youThere'd be nothing left for me to do Some would say I was a lost man in a lost worldYou could say I lost my faith in the people on T.V.You could say I'd lost my belief in our politiciansThey all seem like game show hosts to meIf I ever lose my faith in youThere'd be nothing left for me to doI could be lost inside there without a traceBut every time I close my eyes, I see your face I never saw no miracle of scienceThat didn't go from a blessing to a curseI never saw no military solutionThat didn't always end up as something worse,But let me say this first If I ever lose my faith in youIf I ever lose my faith in youThere'd be nothing left for me to doThere'd be nothing left for me to doIf I ever lose my faithIf I ever lose my faithIf I ever lose my faithIf I ever lose my faith in you Quote Link to comment
Guest the_eight_of_orbs Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 my body aches, yearning for you... my heart bleeds, with thoughts of losing you... my soul grieves, each moment we're apart... OFFICIALLY MISSING YOUTamia officially missin you.... hmmmm...mmmmm....... All I hear is raindropsFalling on the rooftopOh baby tell me why’d you have to goCause this pain I feelIt wont go awayAnd today I’m officially missing youI thought that from this heartacheI could escapeBut I fronted long enough to knowThere ain’t no wayAnd todayI’m officially missing you (Ohhhh) can’t nobody do it like youSaid every little thing you doHey baby say stays on my mindAnd I, and I, I’m officially All I do is lay aroundTwo ears full tearsFrom looking at your face on the wall ( face on the wall)Just a week ago you were my babyNow I don’t even know you at alldon’t know you at allWell I wish that you would call me right nowSo that I could get through to you somehowBut I guess it’s safe to say baby safe to sayThat I’m, That I'm officially missing you (Ohhhh) can’t nobody do it like youSaid every little thing you doHey baby say stays on my mindAnd I, and I, I’m officially Well I thought I could just get over you babyBut I see that’s something I just can’t doFrom the way you would hold meTo the sweet things you told meI just can’t find a wayTo let go of you It officialYou know that I’m missing youoohhh Yeah yesAll I hear is raindropsooohhh yeahAnd I’m officially missing you Quote Link to comment
lord_rochester Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 bitter-sweet noh? haaaay... definitely. Quote Link to comment
Zorro Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 ...came to realize there so much life outside.makes me no time to play...but have fun. Quote Link to comment
lord_rochester Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 8, why the songs?do you know that i can relate sa lahat ng songs na yan??? hmmm.... you can read minds no? you can read my mind!!! or same boat lang tayo... hmmm yan na namang boat na iyan eh. Quote Link to comment
sophia Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 (edited) for you........... There I wasWaiting for a chanceHoping that you'll understandThe things I wanna say As my love went stronger than beforeI wanna see you more and moreBut you closed your doorWhy don't you tryTo open up your heartI won't take so much of your time Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too'Coz I know you'll never doSomebody else is waiting there inside for youMaybe it's wrong to love you more each day'Coz I know he's here to stayBut I know to whom you should belong I believed what you said to meWe should set each other freeThat's how you want it to be But my love went stronger than beforeI wanna see you more and moreBut you closed your doorWhy don't you try to open up your heartI won't take so much of your time Maybe, it's wrong to say please love me too'Coz I know you'll never doSomebody else is waiting there inside for youMaybe it's wrong to love you more each day'Coz I know he's here to stayBut my love is strongI don't know if this is wrongBut I know to whom you should belong Edited January 6, 2004 by sophia Quote Link to comment
litoz888 Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 RONALD REAGAN'S LETTER TO WIFE NANCY Aboard Air Force One March 4 1983 Dear First Lady I know tradition has it that on this morning I place cards, Happy Anniversary cards on your breakfast tray. But things are somewhat mixed up. I substituted a gift & delivered it a few weeks ago. Still this is the day, the day that marks 31 years of such happiness as comes to few men. I told you once that it was like an adolescent's dream of what marriage should be like. That hasn't changed. You know I love the ranch but these last two days made it plain I only love it when you are there. Come to think of it that's true of every place & every time. When you aren't there I'm no place, just lost in time & space. I more than love you, I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me. When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again. Happy Anniversary & thank you for 31 wonderful years. I love you Your Grateful Husband Ron Quote Link to comment
cedric_errol Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 this experimental journey is becoming disturbing for me.... Quote Link to comment
LostCommand Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 In a few days, it will be the death anniverysary of my grandfather, who died three years ago. I was with him when he slipped away so suddenly. I wrote this shortly after, for he was as a father to me. Grandfather Sotero It is midnight atop Dalton Pass, North Luzon, a lonely place familiar to my grandfather and me. Covered in clouds, I stop to rest and weep. I am driving my grandfather home to his family. He had come from a proud and powerful background, reduced by fate and his grandmother’s incessant gambling to going to public school in slippers. But he never accepted being merely another has-been, to contentedly live on what life offered. He worked his way through college at pre-war Manila, accepting a job as a humble clerk in a bagoong factory, and endured the scorn of his classmates at the smell that clung to his uniform every day. He survived the Japanese firing squads at Liberation by playing dead amongst the shattered and dismembered corpses that littered Tondo. He knew that inside he carried the makings of something great. After finishing college, he went to work for a big paper mill, then quit it to put up his very own accounting firm, the first of his businesses, when everybody else was content to work for the big companies. He won the hand of a beautiful and landed lady, and clawed his way back up the world with unrelenting hard work and his trademark quick intelligence. He saw the same quick intelligence in me, his eldest grandchild, and stood back as I, then a gangly teenager, held the reins of his hard fought farm business for the first time, letting me take my cuts and lumps, making me feel out my own strength the hard way, on my own, letting me realize how strongly his blood ran in me. In my teen years he would send me on important errands far away, alone, knowing that life, knowing only too well that life is a harsh teacher, that I should understand that, and that I should taste blood and lose my innocence early in the game. Under his tutelage I would lead and organize scores of our barefoot tenants and farmworkers on our properties during summers and weekends, then deal with fellow politicians, landowners, and their retarded goons in the evenings, and still earn my degree in Engineering at UP Diliman on schooldays. Meanwhile, some of my classmates would worry about their lack of dates. I left our big farm and headed for Manila yesterday, at sundown. I drove all night, under the full moon and the cloudless, star laced evening skies of North Luzon, steady tears streaming in my eyes. I would not let some faceless, nameless nobody drive my grandfather's body back to Manila. I myself, your favored grandson, now grown strong in my own right, would drive you home, Lolo, on my own, personally. All these years you had borne me, now, on your death, I bear your coffin home, a last favor, a final gesture. Good God, my Lolo, I can not even start to repay your many many kindnesses to me! When I was so small and helpless you took me into your own big house, knowing you could give me far more than what my father’s simple family could provide, the family where I was left behind after my father was killed and myself orphaned. And then you taught me all the arts you knew, what subtle secrets of life you had come to know over your many years. You led by example, by your sheer hard work, your firm direction, your iron spirit, and by your way of treating people in exactly the manner they deserved. In the very same ways, I lead men even now. And you never took it easy, nor took things for granted, not past your 55th birthday, not past your 65th year, not even past your 75th year, but on to 86 full years, working and leading and changing your corner of this world until the very day of your sudden death, stricken down almost literally with your boots on. You went so much further than fate ever intended for a poor boy who went to school in slippers. In the very same way, I too shall go far. But I hurt so much, Lolo! In your last few hours, before you dropped off to the final sleep, as I helped carry you into the hospital after your accident, a worried grandson cradling his wounded grandfather, you looked into my eyes and asked me to be patient with you! That, in your old age, I should repay your kindness! But you did not give me the honour of having a long time to repay you, Lolo, did you? Did you?! Was that all, a few hours of watching over you while you rested, all you wanted for your many, many kindnesses? Is that all!? How cruel, how unfair, and my tears wet these pages... Up here in Dalton Pass, thousands of feet up the December night sky, the chill at the middle of the cold season is pitiless, and the frigid air completely kills off whatever minute warmth survived my desperate grief. I stop my truck and weep and and stagger about this remote mountain pass, in agony from within and without. This heartbreak can not be endured, and yet there is no escape. I remember telling you, just last month, that if I, dealt a hand of cards far better than what fate dealt you in your youth, were to achieve any less than what you did, there would be no excuse, and I would be disappointed with myself. And you gave me your rare laugh! And so I realize now, in my torture and agony, that before it was too late, I had managed to promise you the one promise that mattered to you, the one way I could truly repay your gifts and kindnesses, and that is to not waste them. They will not be wasted. I touch your coffin under the covers, recheck the securing ropes, climb up my battered but trusty four wheel drive machine, and roar down Dalton Pass with you, my grandfather, for the last time. I have stopped at this lonely pass many times in my 28 years of being your grandson. Now, for the first time, I feel truly, deeply alone. Manila is still five moonlit hours away, and for me, every hurting hour shall be yet another lifetime. Felix Villaflor IV Quote Link to comment
MODERATOR Alex_Corvis Posted January 6, 2004 MODERATOR Share Posted January 6, 2004 to my dearest, I love the way you speak your mind,but still manage to always be kind.I love the way you listen so wellwithout making judgments, you truly excel!I love the way you listen with your heart,and always give advice that is smart.I love the way you treasure our friendship,and grasp it tightly with a firm grip.Don't ever let go, because I don't know what I would dobecause you have helped me in all we've been throughin the dark.A hand to lift me when I fall.A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day,A guiding light should I start to stray.A wealth of experiences to enrich my day,I love you, hope you believe me too. Quote Link to comment
sinnerman Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 How Soon Is Now - the Smiths I am the sonand the heirof a shyness that is criminally vulgarI am the son and heirof nothing in particular You shut your mouthhow can you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedjust like everybody else does I am the sonand the heirof a shyness that is criminally vulgarI am the son and the heirof nothing in particular You shut your mouthhow can you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedjust like everybody else does There's a club if you'd like to goyou could meet somebody who really loves youso you go, and you stand on your ownand you leave on your ownand you go home, and you cryand you want to die When you say it's gonna happen "now"well, when exactly do you mean?see I've already waited too longand all my hope is gone You shut your mouthhow can you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedjust like everybody else does to the one I was not able to know Quote Link to comment
sinnerman Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 Beautiful, you’re beautiful, as beautiful as the sunWonderful, you’re wonderful, as wonderful as they comeAnd I can’t help but feel attachedTo the feelings I can’t even matchWith my face pressed up to the glass, wanting youBeautiful, you’re beautiful, as beautiful as the skyWonderful, it’s wonderful, to know that you’re just like iAnd I’m sure you know me well, as I’m sure you don’tBut you just can’t tellWho’ll you love and who you won’tAnd I love you, as you love meSo let the clouds roll by your faceWe’ll let the world spin on to another placeWe’ll climb the tallest tree above it allTo look down on you and me and themAnd I’m sure you know me well, as I’m sure you don’tBut you just can’t tell, who you’ll love and who you won’tDon’t let your life wrap up around youDon’t forget to call, wheneverI’ll be here just waiting for youI’ll be under your stars foreverNeither here nor there just right beside youI’ll be under the stairs foreverNeither here nor there just right beside you to the gorgeous girl beside me at the party :heart: Quote Link to comment
forbidden Posted January 6, 2004 Share Posted January 6, 2004 Nowit's slowly dawningon me that yousaw me appear then youtold your heart to beat slowerso that's what I get for beingwho I am suddenly tastelessin your mouthi'm like the gumthat suddenly becomestediousas the sweet fadesand the chewing begins so spit me outwhy don't youwhat can I do? in the endi'm just the thingthat keeps you busyuntil I becomethat stuff thatjust annoys the hellout of youwhen I stickto your fuc**ngshoe Quote Link to comment
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