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Dear DH,

 

    sorry kung akala nang iba na masama ka di nila alam na marami ka na bagya na gawa para sa akin... kung nagkukuwento man akosa iba at nagigingbida ako sorry di ko gusto na makaramdam sila nang galit sa iyo at di ko rin gusto na pag usapan tayo o ikaw at pag tawanan ka... sino sa atin ang malinis dito at sila ang unang bumato... lahat tayo nag kakamali... sana alam nila ang mga kabutihan mo sa akin... sana isang araw mawala na ang masamang panaginip sa buhay ko at buhay mo... maraming salamat sa iyong kabutihan... di nila alam na mabait at matulungin ka sa maraming bagay... sana mapatawad ako nang taong mahal ko...

 

I.T.

Sana naman mag karoon ka na ng aral nagayun matoto ka nang mag bigay pansin sa magagandang pangaral sa iyo lalo na ng iyong mga kapatid at magulang at taong nag mamalasakit sa iyo.

 

hindi katulad ng mga taong matatamis ang pangungusap at hangad ay pagnanasa at kamundohan lamang.

 

ISA, DALAWA maaring ituring na pag kakamali, pero kapag iyon ay nasundan pa isa na itong UGALI.

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Dear you,

 

Ang mga bagay kapag may katutuhanan ay HINDI PANINIRA manapa ay

napag uusapan.

 

REPORTER? this guy work for me he earns money because it's his job.

 

He joined to MTC because of me to make his job easy.

 

so don't blame the MTC for what is happening right now. Only one person should be blamed and you know that.

 

I want to make this clear again.... MTC or MTC MEMBERS has nothing to do with all of this. They are not the one who made the report. but they only talked about it.

 

Kung nakinig ka lang sana.............

 

alam mo ba yung kasabihan ng matatanda.... nag hangad ka ng kagitna isang salop ang nawala.

 

si ako po

 

 

 

Sa mga mods and admins I'm sorry po........ kung itong post ko ay di dapat paki delete na lang ....... maraming salamat po.

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*****************,

 

 

all i want to say to u are all written on my yellow journal, i told once before that u and only will have to oppurtunity to read it... but things have changed... though i thought that it would last, it didn't... it was broken by a lie... u always thought that i lie to u, thats how u think of me, u think of me as the meanest person ever to live on this planet, i can accept that, i can also accept the fact that u don't want anything to do with me... im trying to move on... thinking that i have to be strong... that i have to learn how to be independent,

i thought that the journal can be safe with u when im gone, but it will no longer remain confidential once it gets on the hands of meddling people...

only u knows whats written on it... that is if u haven't forgotten it too... since u told me last that u don't want anything to do with me anymore... u might have chosen to forget all the memories we shared... thru the good times and the bad... though i think all that u will remember of me are the bad ones, coz u might psyche urself that i am not worthy of u...

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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

 

Escribir, por ejemplo : 'La noche está estrellada,

y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'.

 

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

 

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

 

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.

La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

 

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.

Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

 

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

 

Oir la noche immensa, más inmensa sin ella.

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

 

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.

La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

 

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.

Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

 

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.

Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

 

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles.

Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

 

Ya no la quiero, es cierto pero cuánto la quise.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

 

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.

Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

 

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.

Es tan corto al amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

 

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,

mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

 

Aunque ésta sea el último dolor que ella me causa,

y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

 

Pablo Neruda

 

I don't know... there are mornings after a lonely night when I wake up like this... the poem is right... mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido... my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her...

 

These lines that I have borrowed though... hopefully turn out different... i do not want this to be the last lines that I write for her... I want to be able to pick up the pen and write again... if only fate would let me....

 

damn migraine....

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i know i shouldn't expect from you,stuffs like care and love care for the man you love, love for the man you have. but i can't help it, evrytime you talk at me, place that smile or make a face at me,i can't help to think you feel the same, that everytime you laugh and smile at me,

there's this sweet talk saying... "hey, do you know that i love you?!"

funny isn't it, dreaming someone like you, could love someone like me

but despite all the pain of not having you,makes me realize one thing,

 

God is so kind not letting me have you,'cause if i have you, i can lose you, while not having you, and just be your friend, i can love you without worrying,

 

i will lose you...

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amy, i know that i have hurt you, but those things is for the better.

 

why did i lied?

 

i lied for the 'cause of our relationship.

 

we've been arguing about this things since the very begining of our relationship.

 

for it would not prosper anymore, its better to end this right now for i cannot bare to see you hurting.

 

until then........

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I'm sorry you had to be caught in the crossfire.

 

When I see you, when we talk.. it reminds me of everything that has happened. Believe me, I am in agony trying not to think about it. I tried to draw the line. I tried to hide what I really feel, because I don't want to be unfair to you. I tried to hate you, but I realized I can't. You have been nothing but good to me. Given the chance, I feel you're someone I could really trust and be friends with. It's just at this point, it's too darn hard, too complicated.

 

That night when we last saw each other, I didn't know if you noticed how I had to clench my teeth, willing myself not to wince and show any sign of emotion every time I hear the name. It was hard, but I managed. I admit, I am still hurting. Letting go is never an easy task. I may seem ok, but I'm not even halfway there.

 

I will keep my silence and try my best to move on. I will keep my promise. You vowed to do the same. Let's hold on to that. I am keeping away, not becase I hate you, nor do I hate the cause of it all. I really want us to be friends. I just have to deal with myself first. Please, please do not say you're sorry. You are not at fault.

 

I am sincere in hoping that you enjoy yourself. Take care and be happy.

 

T.

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TO THE GIRL WHO HAMMERED THE WORLD

WITH HER MALLET OF DECEPTION

 

well I'll be

I didn't see the mallet in your hand

The day you said you were telling the truth

It's no wonder I couldn't see that thing

you had it tucked away behind your back

 

and stupid me - leaning over to say

that you were my friend, and I gave a damn

while you gently felt - gently wound fist tight

and with one swoop, got me square in the face

 

I'm dazed and in another dimension

with the rest of the unsuspecting blokes

who never saw it coming - that mallet

hidden in your hollow sincerity

 

:grr:

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The day after...

 

A day that I dreaded to see. I wished last night that maybe somehow, the Lord would come take me in my sleep so I won't have to face today. Unfortunately, I woke up.

 

I awoke to the truth. The truth of your betrayal, the truth of my inadequacy, the truth that now, my heart is broken... the truth that maybe there is no more hope, and that I'm just fooling myself that things will turn out better in the end.

 

We are married... I hope that meant something to you... I hope that that solemn promise we made in front of everyone we cared about and more importantly, to GOD, meant something to you. You always said you were a religious person... I guess even your faith means nothing when all you think about is yourself.

 

I know I've wronged you. But you are such a hard person... you aren't even giving me the chance to make it up.

 

I woke up this morning... and I was angry. Angry at you. Angry because despite all your protestations and proclamations...despite all your explanations... despite your portrayal of yourself as the suffering wife and mother...all I can see is the spoiled, stubborn brat that you are.

 

You're having your cake and eating it too. This has to end. I don't want to get our daughter involved in this... but I don't think living with such a self-centred person as yourself...she'll never be taken cared of properly.

 

Stop deluding yourself. You don't live for others. You are selfish.

 

It hurts me to say all of this.

 

I'll stop.

 

Now.

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