Written by my Sis_jen

Cno c Ate?


Dragon man Xa sa
mata ng karamihan,
magng minsan sa aking
mga mata,
mas nakilala ko ang
kabutihan nia,.

Oo,tila nakakatakot na
nilalang tlaga xa kung
magalit,pwo ganun din xa
kamaawain;

Madali xang masaktan
at madalas tinatago ang
luha sa kasinungalingan
ng kanyang mga ngiti.

xa ang laging unang
nakakaalam ng aking mga
sekreto,kht minsan
nagagalit ngunit naiintindihan ko xa.


d ako mapalagay pag xay
galit dhl xa ang pnkakakampi
ko sa lhat.

Love You Ate ko!!!

Atik?!

"The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success."

Broken Heart

I love you for letting me feel what it's like to have everything,
But I hate you for letting me feel what it's like to LOSE everything.

You're so afraid to continue what we have, you know something's there,
you feel just as much as I do when you touch me,
you like it just as much as I do when you kiss me,

it's just you're pulling away now because you know that if you don't pull away soon you might find yourself falling in love
and I don't think you're prepared for that.

Letting go isn't a one time thing.
It's something you ahve to do over and over again....everyday.

I always knew I'd look back on the days
I cried and laugh, but I never thought
I'd look back on the days I laughed and cry.

Love

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

"Love is the beauty of the soul."