True Love

Cory Aquino died August 1, 2009 at 3:18 in the morning. 

That’s 08-01-2009 03:18

Remove the 0’s and put the numbers together…  and results to 8129318.

Rearrange the numbers… Results to 8-21-1983.

That’s August 21, 1983.

The day NINOY died.

Coincidence? i say, TRUE LOVE

Patience is a Virtue

SJ: kamusta love life?
BERN: hahaha. sumisingle pa din :p
SJ: Bakit naman?
BERN: eh ganun talaga eh. hahaha. may hinihintay lang
SJ: ano naman hinhintay mo?
BERN: true love. wahahaha
SJ: asus, maglaro ka muna. mukhang matagal pa yun.
BERN: di,…. tinatapos lang niya board exam niya. ahahaha.
SJ: so, pagkatapos ng boardexam niya, kayo na?
BERN: ay. hindi ko lang alam. hehe. ewan ko  sa kaniya. pero, nananalig pa din ako. )

***yown. CONFIDENCE TO THE nth LEVEL. Naniniwala pa din na babalik siya. Ahahaha. MARTYR ka BERN!

Almost by Tamia

“Almost”

I missed the times that we almost shared
I miss the love that was almost there (sometimes I wanna rub ya)
I miss the times that we use to kiss
At least in my dreams
Just let me take my time and reminisce (but tonight I wanna love ya)
I miss the times that we never had
What happened to us we were almost there
Whoever said its impossible to miss when you never had
Never, never almost had you (but tonight I wanna love ya)

Insecurity Kills

When I see her, insecurity starts kicking in. She’s taller, prettier, thinner, simple but still cute, a model… making me wish that I AM HER. I feel so unsatisfied with everything that I have whenever she’s around. I would stare at her and tell myself, ‘I wish I had eyes like her’, or ‘I wish I was thin as her’. Things like that. 

The fact that she’s pretty never bothered me before — until I saw her get dolled up for a photo shoot. She was wearing a dress that really suited her. It showed off her curves (which she doesn’t have much pala kasi she’s too thin), her flat tummy, and it just made her look TALLER than she is already. She was wearing make up, and still would have looked pretty even without it. And she effortlessly projected as the lights started flashing. SHE IS A GODDESS. Now who wouldn’t be jealous of that?

I would have looked stupid if I was the one wearing that dress.

I would have looked like Frankenstein with that kind of make-up on.

I couldn’t walk with any poise with the killer shoes she’s wearing.

I don’t have a flat tummy like hers.

My hair’s not as straight as hers.

She’s thinner than me.

She IS PRETTIER than me.

And the list goes on and on and on.

Me? INSECURED? Whatcha think?

Please. I want to avoid seeing her as much as possible. Because every time I do, it just makes me feel discontented with what God has given me. Makes me think, PLASTIC SURGERY is the answer.

Even if I did join and put all my effort in that contest, I would still lose anyway. So why bother joining if I have already foreseen my defeat? What’s the use of being glammed up if you’re standing next to her? No one would notice you because all eyes are on HER.