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Not that I have anything against it but..


What is it with men and not wanting to be comforted?

I shall reiterate, before you start jumping to conclusions. (HAVE I BEEN NOT CLEAR ENOUGH? READ THE SIDEBAR KIDDO!!)

These are mere attempts at retelling true-to-life stories about love, friendship and faith with a touch of anonymity. The stories are not all mine, and may not be about me. I say you'd even be surprised, 'coz one of them could be YOUR story. Or one of the characters could be YOU. Now that's the fun part.

I don't know which part of that you didn't get. Leme just say.. Don't YOU go thinking that you know what's happening in MY life, and you know what I'm going through, just because YOU've been reading this blog.

OKAY?! Clear??!

Here's a give away.





I love it when you call me Riz.. :P

This is all just sugar-coating
So taste it, savor it while you still can
Because soon enough you'll find out
I'm not really who you see I am.

"Later that day I got to thinking about fairy tales. What if Prince Charming had never shown up? Would Snow White have laid in that glass box forever? Or would she have gotten up, spit out the apple, gotten a job and a health care plan and moved on with her life?"

Sometimes I wonder: with all these beautiful things happening right now, is there a bad thing lurking somewhere just waiting to pop out and surprise me and knock me off balance and everything I hold dear will be lost and forgotten? Or this concept of happy now, suffer later is a thing of the past? It is a rather scary thought, and one that I wouldn't want to divulge with much gusto.

Boss : i was misquoted
Boss : lagay 1K dito, 2K dito, 3K doon, 1.5K dyan. then when you see that one of your investments is moving up in value....
Girl : misquoted? that's copy-paste.
Girl : it's ok. the "...." part said a lot of things na.
Boss : ;)
Boss : never listen to a cynic
Girl : it did help me big time, though.
Girl : im a better person now
Girl : ;)
Boss : you always had it in you
Boss : you just needed to remove the shutters
Girl : shutters? meaning? (enlighten me, i need all the help i can get)
Boss : shutters
Boss : *bleep*
Boss : again, never listen to a cynic
Girl : oohh the icky stuff?
Boss : icky is how a cynic would describe it
Girl : i still have them icky stuff sometimes, but im getting "there"
Girl : cynism is the more practical way to go
Boss : you don't fit the profile
Boss : you'd be a cynical cynic
Boss : cynicism isn't your thing
Boss : you're sunshine
Boss : you're guitar music
Boss : but a cynic you are not
Girl : but, but.. ive always thought i've got potential :D
Boss : you can try
Girl : i will. you mentor me once in a while, expert. thanks boss.

On the way to Baguio, way past midnight, a guy woos his thoughts to leave him in peace. Just for the night, he pleads. Just for the night.

Thoughts, dear thoughts
Do go home.
Come to me another day.
Speak forth then,
But not tonight, dear thoughts,
Not tonight.

Can you not see?
Can you not see the stars!
See them racing the moon to the
top of the dark night sky?

'Tis their time to play and tumble—
Not yours, not mine.
So hush now—
Hush dear thoughts;
Hush.

Thanks, Tyson. We'll always remember.