How do you know it's over?
That it has to end?
When do you realize that the love has gone, and that you already have to let go and move on?
Friday, January 19, 2007
Friday, May 5, 2006
Lihim
Matagal na tayong magkakilala,
Ilang taon na nga ba, hindi ko na bilang.
Kahit noon pa man, alam ko na,
Matagal na kitang minamahal.
Ilang taon na nga ba, hindi ko na bilang.
Kahit noon pa man, alam ko na,
Matagal na kitang minamahal.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Kaeritai...
I've been here in Japan for more than two months now (two months and 3 days to be exact.) It's not what I would actually call a dream come true, but I always wanted to go to the land of the rising sun, the place where a lot of anime, manga, and weird but delicious food come from. Sadly, my first stay here is not what would typically call a good one. I've have had a lot of trials and tribulations in the past two months, not that it's that serious (actually, it IS really serious)...
What can I say? The first month was a hell of a month. We were assigned to a project that was due only in a month, and we were to work for more than 13 hours a day, 6 days a week so that we could finish the project on time. Not only that, my productivity was not actually what you would call great, since most of the tasks that was assigned to me were nothing short of "strange". Yup. You heard it right. Strange. I really find it funny that most of the tasks given to me always had issues; even the 2 steps that I need to finish sometimes takes up a whole day because it had some problems or something of that sort. The only thing that kept me going is the company of my colleagues, and the few moments that we can spare to chat and laugh about the perilous predicament we were in.
What can I say? The first month was a hell of a month. We were assigned to a project that was due only in a month, and we were to work for more than 13 hours a day, 6 days a week so that we could finish the project on time. Not only that, my productivity was not actually what you would call great, since most of the tasks that was assigned to me were nothing short of "strange". Yup. You heard it right. Strange. I really find it funny that most of the tasks given to me always had issues; even the 2 steps that I need to finish sometimes takes up a whole day because it had some problems or something of that sort. The only thing that kept me going is the company of my colleagues, and the few moments that we can spare to chat and laugh about the perilous predicament we were in.
Saturday, November 5, 2005
Musings of a weary heart...
Funny that when you want to say something, no one seems to bother listening.
And what makes it funnier is that it actually happens to me, most of the time.
I could actually say that I am an official wallflower. Not really because I'm the type of person not worth talking to, but because when there are already three people (including me) talking, it would seem that there are only two persons talking, and I am just listening to the conversation. Like I said, most of the time, when I talk to somebody, it would seem that I'm talking to nobody.
I love listening to other people talk. That is one skill that I have developed through the years. And that is the skill I have used most often. If I start to talk, my words would only pass unnoticed.
And what makes it funnier is that it actually happens to me, most of the time.
I could actually say that I am an official wallflower. Not really because I'm the type of person not worth talking to, but because when there are already three people (including me) talking, it would seem that there are only two persons talking, and I am just listening to the conversation. Like I said, most of the time, when I talk to somebody, it would seem that I'm talking to nobody.
I love listening to other people talk. That is one skill that I have developed through the years. And that is the skill I have used most often. If I start to talk, my words would only pass unnoticed.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Dilim
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