I Miss My Life With You

(here's a poem I made for some one who made me laugh and cry)

I miss my life with you

I cannot concentrate on my work

I cannot make things right

Everytime I blink my eyes

I can see myself with you

in the place we've been through

Oh how I long to be with you

I miss my life with you

The laughters, the tears and the heartaches too

Part of me wants to forget you

The other part wants to keep you

I just hope someday I'll see you

Even if I know I can't have you

Crap Potato!

December 2007

Oh I know what you perfectly mean. Either you already know where your next stop and you don't want to hurt my feelings or you make it sound so lax that I won't worry about our future. You know what, It's okay. I'm never gonna ask about our future. We are totally different persons. We have different worlds. (apart!) What we have at the moment is temporary. What we have is fantastic, dynamic yet so DREAMY. What we have is like almost impossible but i'm still so glad it happened to me, I don't know why, don't ask me anyway. I mean I don't have any retgret or something. What's more is - you don't have to tell me what I should do for my future; as if you care!!! I know what I have to do and when And where. I don't need you! Daym! I know from the very start I'm not included in your plans. I know from the very start that you just like to have a full blast worlds of fun fun fun! See, I don't ask anything from you. It's you who gave me almost everything. As for me, I just want to be remembered as the lady who makes your stay in #@&* worth it. The rest -- it's all yours, take it back with you where ever you go.....

I hate myself for bringing back memories of you...

March 11, 2008

And here I am again. Bringing back the memories I had with you. I’m desperate. I want to shop but I can’t because I don’t have money anymore. Life was different when you were here with me. My life was so comfortable. I don’t have to wait for anther payroll to finance myself because I have you. But now I’m broke. Just like before and again. I cannot do what I want to do. I cannot buy what I want to buy. In times like this I always remember you and the life I had with you. With you I don’t worry about the taxi fare, the price of the commodity, I don’t worry about the dinner. I always enjoy our quiet dinner at any fancy restaurants we find in the lonely planet. Life was so different with you in it. Now I have to pay for my dinner, eat alone, pay my own massage, take jeepney instead of taxi and worst thing is; I used to do what we love to do and eat what we love to eat alone, with out you and that’s the hardest part. Your memory is still alive and its haunting me where ever I go, what ever I do. How can I avoid you? How can I forget you? I don’t want to be stucked in my own country with nothing but memories of you…