...This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend....

this placed used be unknown 'cept for people who lived around the area...now I hear people gushing about it ...now I see people I know sitting on the same spot I sat on before...i'm not being selfish..but it's different y'know, having a place of your own.....a place other than your room where anonymity is your bestfriend..now its the playground of other fools like me...

i used to cry at the heavens above it till the wee hours of the morning...i used to....

pagod na ako...but wait there's more may hinihingi pa.......di ako si wonderwoman no but but but BUT.....teka i need help......i need my alter ego......Ding, ang bato! (Nanette Medved, Darna)

pwede bukas nalang? di na gumagana utak ko e.......di na din gumagana si carrie, anwar at bo bice na paandarin ang utak ko e....ok lang?

pwede?

sige na...

one time lang..........

puhh-lease?

lss...so apt...

I hear the ticking of the clock
I’m lying here the room’s pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won’t end though
Alone

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone

You don’t know how long I have wanted
To touch your lips and hold you tight
You don’t know how long I have waited
And I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
And my love for you is still unknown
Alone

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
Alone, alone






~so tell me...how do I get you alone?

I do renounce

if there was a way for you to confess all of your sins and the "bad" things that you did to others right at this moment, would you? Then do so...Confess here



"When you take one step toward God, He will take a hundred steps toward you. You may reject God, but He will never reject you."

Today's Word:
Chimera (Noun)

Pronunciation: [shê-'me-rê]

Definition 1: (1) A fire-breathing Greek mythological monster with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail killed by Bellerophon. (2) An organism or organ made up of genetically different tissue types, usually produced by transplant, grafting, or genetic engineering. (3) A wildly fantastic, almost unimaginable illusion.

Suggested usage: The idea behind today's word is a monster put together of incongruous parts of various animals. Dr. Frankenstein's monster was certainly a chimera. However, a plant with grafted parts is also a chimera. A peaceful planet may also be a chimera, a fanciful illusion no more possible than the original referent of "chimera."


I found a book yesterday...its entitled letting go and laughter....or 'samteeeng' like that...i swear one of these days tlaga I will spend a day or two finishing all of the unread books stacked like a pillar in my room...hay..if i ever get the time..with my rotating sked i can hardly do anything anymore...kainis... but at least I get to spend time with my morning friends (wink wink :D) ..heniway highway, i actually haven't read it but from the title of the book doesn't it make you think that, indeed one of the things that we need to do to help us let go of the things and people we have to let go of is laughter? laughter laughing joking around monkeying around..whatever you call it...however you call it...i do think that laughter helps us forget about our problems, our heart aches, our pains....it helps us remember that no matter how sad the world has become that there are still nooks and crannies that closets sunshines that casts some ominous light in our darkened worlds..the kind of light that we see when sun hasn't awakened yet and the moon is still on OT...it forebears that there is hope after a night full of tears and heartaches and unanswered wishes...a new day has come for us... day full of promises...another day for us to do something....another day that God tells us, here is anotehr 24 hours..do something with your life...go to places you haven't seen...read all the books in your "not-yet-read" box (parinig sa sarili)...listen to music while watching the butterflies flutter around the flowers in the park...dance in the middle of the road...sing under the pouring rain...say sorry and make amends to people you had offended or had hurt...see your friends...tell them how much them mean to you...yes...thats the most important thing that you can do--tell your family and friends how much they mean to you before it's too late

So here I am laughing...despite the loneliness....because I know its the only thing that I must do...I laugh because I must not cry.

"The world is no longer a romantic place. Some of it's people still are, however, and therein lies the promise. Don't let the world win" (John Cage)

"I got a sixth sense that says you ain't worth six cents..."

In the end even when you've given all that you had to give ...even when you had tried your best to be the best version of yourself...it was all for naught...


I've got 3 words for you! BILOG ANG MUNDO!

shiyet...ang meanie nun...sorry...ay hindi..ay oo ok lang maging meanie kse sinaktan mo ko..pero..pak the shiyet...hmft! bad belle bad belle!

You're the seventh son
Of the seventh son
Maybe that's why you're such a strange
And special one
You can't even seem to love yourself
And with a few exceptions
Not anybody else

You can lead a horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
You can give a man your whole heart and soul
But you cannot make him think

You could have been with me
Instead of alone and lonely

You can tell him the day of departure
Exactly the place and the time
He might really wanna be there
But he misses every time
Is he a man or a paper tiger
When you need him will he run
Or stand beside you

You could have been with me
Instead of alone and lonely

You could have been with me
Instead of alone and lonely


.....On another note....a sad note...pray for joey...and for baby shelley

Through the blurry eyes of man lies a great truth
about life about what living really is and what we really are Knowing this truth
is hard to see for only those with innocent hearts can look beyond false images
and reveal the secret path to be So many mistakes so many perfections we intend
to fake our own life shutting the door to the real person

...Why is he...here..
"What are you doing here, Michael?" Sam wasn't sure, but she knew that the disappointment was showing in her face. All day, receiving the roses whenever she went left her with this unexplicable anxiety. She couldn't focus on work, she just kept waiting, wondering, who the roses were all coming from. Of course, at one point she thought that perhaps the roses were coming from Michael. She admits, she even hoped that they were coming from Michael.
But now that he was here, standing in front of her, she was suddenly wishing he was someone else. The sudden realization of how much she misses Tag. And the fact that he was getting married tomorrow, and she was his bestman.
"I wanted to talk to you, Sam."Michael slowly walked towards her. Where is the rose? What is the whole sentence?" Michael, did you..."
"Listen Sam," he was almost just a foot away from her, she could hear him breathing. Michael still had that warm feel in his eyes, like he just woke up and so energized and fresh. She realized that she waited for a long time to have him this close again.
"I'm sorry Sam. I know I was unfair to you... For everything I did. I'm so sorry."She knew he meant it."I never should've pushed you away," he said slowly reaching for Sam's elbows. "I was so stupid. I was so afraid of everything and blinded by my attraction for Carol that I didn't realize how important you are to me." Sam was paralyzed. "You were my bestfriend. And it was totally unfair what I did to you. ""Oh Michael...""Please Sam," Michael sighed and shook Sam a little. Kind of like, trying to wake her up. "I think I'm in love with you." It was like a slice of ice going through Sam's heart. She has waited for this for a long time and ironically, now that it was here, she doesn't know if this is what she really wants. "Please, say something." Michael's eyes were almost pleading that she felt sorry for him."You're right.""What?" Michael asked softly."It was unfair, what you did to me," Sam looked at his eyes and shook herself free from his grasp. Michael looked shocked at this notion. "And why now?" Anger was building up inside Sam. "Why after all this time do you suddenly realize all this. Do you know how many nights I waited for a phone call, message, or even email from you. Do you know how it feels like to know that you're waiting for nothing and still wait? Do you know how hard it is to fall asleep at night knowing you're just one floor below me? How hard it is to keep myself from knocking on your door and see how you were doing? It's been 6 months, Michael.""I know," Michael interrupted. "That's why I'm making up for it now." He sighed. Sam could see defeat in eyes. "Don't you think I've suffered too? I wanted to come to you earlier. But I couldn't because you were always with that Tag Grossdale guy.""Oh I see, " Sam exclaimed. "You see that I was happy and you couldn't bear that?""That's not how...""I've already moved on, Michael," Sam mellowed down. "I could only go too far." "Sam please," Michael pleaded. "I don't want to lose you.""I'm already gone, Michael," Sam said with a shrug. "This is just a dream you will actually wake up from." With that, Sam turned around and walked away. Michael looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself. She never thought she could do it. But she did. She was happy she did. She realized that she was wrong too. Michael wasn't her only source of happiness.

Carrion
Won't do no good to hold no seance
What's gone is gone, and you can't bring it back around
Won't do no good to hold no searchlight
You can't illuminate what time has anchored down
Oh, honey I've gone away Honey I've gone away I've gone away
Won't do no good to sing no love song
No sound could simulate the presence of a man
Won't do no good asking no questions
Your divination should acquaint you with the plan
Oh Honey I've gone away
Honey I've gone away
Honey, I've gone away
My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away
Won't do no good to go no distance
The space between us is as boundless as the dark
Won't do no good to throw no fist, babe
You can't intimidate me back into your arms
Because honey, I've gone away I've gone away I've gone away
I've gone away I've gone away I've gone away
My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey Or the strength to walk away
My feel for you boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away
Oh my feel for you boy, is decaying right in front of me
Like the carrion of a, a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey Or the strength to walk away

"Some people believe that holding on and hanging in there are signs of strength. However, there are times in life in which it takes much more strength to just let go."

"It's different when you love someone and when you’re in-love with someone"

Explanation: Alin nga ba ang mas malalim? Love o In-love?

Marami sa atin ang nac-confuse tungkol dito. Ikaw ba ay may girlfriend o boyfriend ngayon? Mahal mo ba siya pero parang may isang tao na parang mahalaga din sayo. O may mahal ka na akala mo eh mahal mo nga siya pero meron ka pa rin isang tao na minamahal ng totoo. Kapag love mo ang isang tao masaya ka......Feeling mo ok na ang lahat..pero kung inlove ka, masakit yun! Kasi ang mga taong in-love ay ang mga taong nagsasakripisyo at ngpaparaya. Teka bakit ka nga ba nag paparaya? Kasi di ka niya mahal o dahil hindi ka siguradong ok lang sa kanya? Kung yan ang dahilan mo, inlove ka nga sa kanya. Kasi iniisip mo kung ano meron kayo sa ngayon at kontento ka na. Pero isipin mo pano kung mawala ang tao un at tlagang hindi na kayo magusap at magkita, kaya mo ba? Paano kung maguluhan siya sayo at maisipang layuan ka? Pano kung sa sobrang pagiging iba mo sa kanya di ka nya kausapin at tuldukan na kung ano na ang meron kayo? Kaya mo ba? Kung hindi ang sagot mo inlove ka nga...Pano naman pag mahal mo lang, pag mahal mo lang, alam mo na parati kang may choice, ayaw mo siyang mawala dahil alam mong wala ka ipapalit. Yung masaya ka sa kanya pero sa gabi hindi naman siya ang iniisip mo. Mahal mo siya pero aminado ka sa sarili mo na balang araw hindi siya ang pakakasalan mo. Mahal mo siya pero ng puso mo hindi lang para sa kanya.. Mahal mo at masasaktan ka pagnawala siya pero alam mo na kaya mo un.

Ngayon Love lang ba o In-love ka na?

Isang araw magigising ka na lang na in-love ka na pero huli na.

Hitch <---watch this! Good movie wrong man...well...not THE wrong man..it was just that...basta wrong type of movie to watch with person I was with at that time....

Tangled Up In Me
Skye Sweetnam

You want to know more, more, more about me
I'm the girl who's kicking the coke machine
I'm the one that's honking at you 'cause I left late again

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Can't you see I want you by the way I push you away, yeah!
Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting
Take the words up with the actions deeal with all for your reaction, yeah!
Hey! Hey!
Get tangled up in me

You want to know more, more, more about me
Got to know reverse psychology
I'm the reason why you can't get to sleep
I'm the girl you never get just quite what you see

You think that you know me (Get tangled up in me)
You think that I'm lonely (Get tangled up in me)
When everything I do is only to get tangled up in you...

You want to know more, more, more about me
I'm the girl that's sweeping you off your feet

sapul...

A friend asked yesterday me why I happen to be without a significant other. All I could say was, "eeeee! sa wala e. what can I do naman no?" Then he goes on to ask me, "For someone who
seems to be so great at giving advice to other people, kala ko your love life is doing great as well. Bakit kaya wala kang boyfriend?"

Another friend asked me during one of our madaling araw lunches: "bakit ba Belle what's wrong ba with you?" I sighed..isang malalim at mahabang deep sigh and answered "I dunno...i really dunno.."

"Clementine: Joel, I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours."

THIS IS ME

Do's and Don'ts

1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay!!!

2. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.

3. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.

4. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.

5. Slower is better.

6. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.

7. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve, then heck no, you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.

8. Don't settle.

9. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.

10. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.

11. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.

12 . Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?

13. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.

14 . Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.

15. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.

16. You cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within.

17. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more
education or has a better job.

18. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more and nothing less.

19. Never let a man define who you are.

20. Never borrow someone else's man.

21. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.

22. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.

23. All men are NOT dogs.

24. You should not be the one doing all the bending... compromise is a two way street.

25. You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.

26. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you... a relationship consists of two
WHOLE individuals... look for someone complimentary... not supplementary.

27. Dating is fun... even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.

28. Make him miss you sometimes... when a man always knows where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.

29. Never move into his mother's house.

30. Never co-sign for a man. (Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!)

31. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need. Keep him in your radar but get to know others.

its been awhile..been itching to update
but unable to. pc's still sira, went to Galera last weekend and for some insane reason just wasnt able to find time to blog..bad blogger bad blogger
so let's see..ano na ba nangyari sa pathetic life ko? work work work work and more work...and more work?

Valentine's...NADA! corny ka kse! you! yes you! hmft!

Submitted my RL...sshh...not everyone knows :)

Dennis' (Den-Den) dad passed away...first time to attend a military burial and funeral..grabe...dameng ceremonies! I cried when my friend cried while giving the eulogy...i never saw him cry or even be sad...but he cried...first death for the year...shit please no more..not a repeat of last year....

Call me Auntie Ganda! My younger brother Ton-Ton's girlfriend gave birth last week to Luis Miguel...kelan kaya ako? I can't wait to see my first pamangkin..pamangkin sa sibling...so please...Call me Auntie Ganda

so yea, after so much planning na puro mga planong hindi at muntik pang di matuloy e natuloy na din ang galera trip 10,000 years in the making. See tin's blog for more info. Im pagod na to make kwento. That was my second trip. The first one was 2 years ago with jerk. Hate Galera on weekends. Next time weekdays na tlaga ako pupunta! Tin, hint hint hint...

....friends, allow me to regress...indulge me...

its been a little over a year...when a life turning event changed my life...it changed me....

finally... a year after I am gonna say my piece...but lest the gossip mongers feast on this I tell you now that I am over "it"...it took time, yes...it took A LOT of time...but here I am over and not ever, EVER looking back...it was a year ago when I lost someone I love...someone i trusted...someone who I thought was the one...we made plans to spend our life together..oh yes we made plans...but he made plans, too..but not with me...the one person who i thought would never hurt me did just that...the one person I trusted betrayed me...

no need to go into all the nitty gritty details of that horrendous "event" no use in re-living all the pain...no use in re-living all the hurt...

"...nobody told me that you fell out of love for me
so I'm setting you free..."

that episode taught me a lot of lessons...
1. never give your trust blindingly
2. never trust Cebuanas
3. never discount your friends or forget them or let them feel that they come second best to your man
4. know who your real friends are
5. remember God even in times of happiness...
6. have faith in God and in yourself
7. your tears ...even if they seem like they will never dry up...eventually will...
8. that the male specie do get over someone really fast
9. leave a little bit of love and dignity for yourself
10. fight for someone you love if its worth fighting for
11. know when to say sorry
12. learn from your mistakes
13. learn to appreciate the simple things in life
14. love my mom no matter how she fucked up my childhood
15. when people want to leave you...let them...
16. tell people how much they mean to you
17. say thank you and sorry
18. LIVE EACH DAY AS IF ITS YOUR LAST
19. be extra nice to people...
20. never cheat or lie to anyone esp to people you love
21. be forgiving..............................

...my list can go on and on and on but those are just some of the lessons that I learned...the hard way...

My Happy Ending

So much for my happy ending

Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead
Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending

You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do

You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be

It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done

Can't blog muna coz my PC's sira...thank you for The King of Sablay for taking time out to go to actually set aside some time to fix my porno filled PC..sige na bati na tayo :D

o sige na nga..something to blog about lang:

I've been tagged!

Madness in Music - Tag Along

I've been tagged by Tin.

Random 10:
1. Can you help me by Usher
2. 1000 Oceans by Tori Amos
3. Blame it on my youth By Jane Monheit
4. All out to see by Jamie Mcullum
5. Karma by Alicia Keys
6. 32 Flavors
7. People are People by D'Sound
8. Here is gone
9. Comfort in your strangeness
10. Blurry



1. What is the total amount of music files on your computer?
...i dunno na...my pc's sira


2. The last CD you bought is:
Live's Greatest Hits


3. What is the last song you listened to before this message:
People are People by D'Sound

4. Write down five songs you listen to a lot or mean a lot to you:
1. Journey by Angela Zhang (Si gay kse!!!)
2. Barely Breathing
3. Selfish N'Sync
4. Love Affair (all time fave)
5. L' Vie En Rose


5. Who are you gonna pass this stick to? (3 persons and why)

Chris , Vitto, Prada Mama ---> too tamad to think of why :D

i was trying to start a series of posts...but TOO much work got in the way...so before I find the time to be able to start that series (yes, its already in my drafts list!) lemme just say something....

it is a bad day for me...a combination of lack of sleep...too much work...people not doing what they are asked to do...bit off someone's head off (no, that's not you but someone else)...found out that there's this guy is making "the moves" at me...and, as a cherry on top or an extra icing on your cake, the King of Sablays is at it again!

as Jodon would say: champion! ayos!



minsan lang naman ako magka bad day...normally im very indulgent about other people's requests, quirks and whatevers but last sunday was an exception...pero minsan lang naman ako magka bad day...


"We hope someday to be saints," the Don said, "But not martyrs." (The Last Don)

O Beautiful Affliction
Merciful pain
This mortal wounding bringing me to life again
In suffering there’s healing
This darkness revealing
Silence speaking volumes to my soul
O Beautiful Affliction
Blessed brokenness that makes me whole- David Baroni


This insightful poem of his own creation, obviously gleaned from some pretty painful personal experience. It is so hard for us to get this message, surrounded as we are by other ways of thinking that promise us the opposite of suffering. Everything in our culture seems designed to relieve or avoid suffering and pain—certainly not welcome it with open arms.

Now relieving pain and suffering is an honorable task and something to take advantage of, should we, or those we love, become afflicted with disease or injury. Medical science and nature have provided us with significant pain relievers that I believe are gifts of God to help ease suffering. But the notion that pain and suffering should not be our lot, and there is something wrong if it does come our way, is wrong. Paul went as far as to say that we cannot share in Christ’s glory without sharing also in His suffering and death.

“As a result, I can really know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I can learn what it means to suffer with Him, sharing in His death, so that, somehow, I can experience the resurrection from the dead” (Philippians 3:10-11 NLT)!

That’s the one thing about resurrection power that we often forget: something has to die for it to be experienced. Resurrection power is not handed out to healthy, well-adjusted successful people. Resurrection power is not a way to add on to your faith. It’s not like going down to the spiritual gym and working out until you build up a good amount of resurrection power. It’s not like adding some power drink or multi-spiritual vitamins to your spiritual regimen. You don’t add devotional time with God in order to burst you spiritual buttons with newly formed resurrection power (Step aside spiritual giants!). No. There’s only one way to get resurrection power. You suffer and die for it. You get cut down, humiliated, slammed in the face, and knocked flat on your back. You don’t get pumped up. Quite the opposite, you get everything pumped out of you, and that’s when you rise again—when there is absolutely no way anything could possibly come from you.

That’s precisely why we can call this a “Beautiful Affliction,” because it brought us to this. This is not some vicarious experience where we imagine ourselves dead and then imagine ourselves alive to Christ. It is a dying experience—a face-to-face encounter with our own mortality from which we do not rise if we do not get help from somewhere else, and our help comes from the Lord.

...allow me to stop and think...

Like birds, let us leave behind what we dont need to carry-grudges, sadness, pain,
fear, and regrets.

Let us not think about the pain we went through but the lesson it taught us not how
much we cried and hurt but how much we smiled and loved

Amazing grace comes from the gentle acceptance of life is simply the way it is.
Life has its own season and reasons. Take it as it comes.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

teka waits!

I just got out of 14 hour shift but been in the office for 16 hours.....my brain's not working anymore...it refuses to work...my back hurts like hell and I'm sleepy...so forgive me if I don't laugh heartily as I used to or if my smile seemed "plastic" or if my face looks like it met Cassius Clay's fast hands....

"I don't get angry very often. I lose my temper rarely. And when I do, there's always a legitimate cause. Normally I have a great lightness of being. I take things in a very happy, amused way. " (Julia Roberts)

go to Google and type: perfect woman...labo no?

The Perfect Person
J. M. Whitaker

For as long as I can remember, I have been searching for the perfect girl. Since I was old enough to begin longing for female companionship, I have been on the hunt. I guess it started out as just a simple dream or fantasy, not unlike most of us. The strange thing about it was that it never stayed just a dream or a fantasy. The more people I dated, the more times I was let down, the more I hungered for that perfect person, the one that would fill all of my needs and desires, the one thatwould never let me down. I dated girl after girl. Some of them were great while others got me into some trouble. Some of them made me laugh, but a lot of them made me cry. Through my journey, I found a lot of joy and a lot of sorrow, a lot of happiness and a lot of pain, but never the perfect girl. I had dreamed about her. Dark hair, darker eyes, a slim figure tinted golden brown from the sun. She had an accent and could play the cello. She would love to talk, but wouldn't expect me to talk too much. She would always ask me how my day was and would always have a smile on her face; absolute perfection. I began to devise methods in how I would meet the girls I would date. I knew I wanted an intelligent girl, so I hung out in libraries and museums. I meet this real crazy girl at a library after school one day. She wassmart and sexy and, well? crazy. I would rather not go into a lot ofdetails about it. Let's just say she had some real deep-seated anxieties about our relationship and, consequentially, our break up.
I knew I wanted an artistic girl, so I went to music stores and coffee shops, I even tried a couple of classical concerts. I met this wonderfully cute girl who dressed really dark and loved to write poetry. She was great, we used to stay up all night long talking about the silliest things, but she ended up dumping me for some guy who did drugs and rode a motorcycle.
I got into a car accident with a girl driving a Pontiac Sunfire. She had no driver's license or car insurance, but she did have a really great smile and the prettiest hair. Instead of calling the police, we called in sick and went out to eat. We dated for a while but eventually came across an irreconcilable difference inopinions. She didn't always feel the need to come "straight home" after work. Okay, to be honest, toward the end of our relationship, she rarely came home at all.
Then there was the girl from the International House of Pancakes. She was an exact replica of my personality. I mean if you had met us both over some Internet chat room, you would swear we were the same person using multiple screen-names. Sounds sweet, huh? Have you ever considered marrying yourself? Have you ever thought aboutgrowing old together, just you and yourself? We both found that the whole idea of finding that "perfect person" was to find someone different from yourself to fulfill the empty spots within you.
I searched every where. I left no rock unturned, no leaf moved aside, but to no avail. After much pain and heartache, I began to believe that the perfect girl just did not exist. Then one day,I found her.

Her name was Malia. She was from Hawaii, raised in Italy. She wore silk pajama pants to bed. She had written a novel. She loved the beach and hated cats, just like me. She had silky, dark and curly hair that swayed perfectly if the breeze was right. She had a caramel colored body, etched out of a block of pure perfection, and herface was that of an angel. From the very first time I saw her, I could not seem to take my eyes away from hers. She was like a siren, calling my name, beckoning me closer to her, even when she was asleep. The attraction was complete, with no faults, no annoyances. Every time she spoke she mesmerized me and every timeshe moved she amazed me. She was... well, perfect. Oh, and did I mention she played the cello?
We spent all the extra time we had together. We spent so much time together that we decided to move in together. We were paying rent on two places, but one of them was doing nothing but collecting dust. We would sit on the porch when it rained and hold each other. We would lay on the beach and soak up a sweet combination of sunrays andpina coladas. Life was good. No, life was perfect and I knew it just couldn't possibly get any better than it was right then and there.
Two years later, Malia left me for a career-opportunity at a really prominent university in Europe. There were no harsh words, no angry feelings, not even any sad good-byes. She was so perfect that if she wanted to leave, I wanted it for her. That is, until she was gone.
I cried for days, and began to drink for weeks after that. I felt as if my life was over, that the only reason that I had existed was gone, and every breath I took from that moment on was a futile attempt to hold on to something I later found I never had: The Perfect Love.
Malia was perfect. She was perfect in each and every single way, but I was not. Our love for each other was a deeply committed one, but it was far from perfect. I know that now, but if I could go back in time to tell myself that in an attempt to save myself from all of that pain and suffering, I fear I would not have listenedto myself.

I slept with many women, sometimes a different girl every week. I drank excessively and spent all of my money on temporary satisfaction. Anything to ease the pain. But the pain did not ease, it only grew stronger. It became a vicious circle of self-inflicted torture that eventually brought me to my knees and forced me to open my eyes to the real world. But not before it made me a bitter man. I was wiser, but to this day, the decisions made left a coldness in my eyes that made my heart appear as lead to anyone who dared look. I became a loner, staying home on the weekends, saving my money for a healthy but lonely retirement, having accepted my fate. I was to be alone for the rest of my life. Kathy with a K. Actually, her name is spelled Kathyrn. Quite peculiar, but I didn't think so until later. For the longest time, I never even knew her name. But she was a sight for sore and lonely eyes. I saw her at work. I was her boss (actually, I was her boss' boss) and did not want to risk the chance of even speaking to her. She was justtoo beautiful, and I had become a beast with a past too horrible to mention. I would just watch her as she passed my office every day. She didn't walk, she frolicked, and I would sneak out for a break whenever she did just to watch that frolicking. She smiled every time someone spoke to her, a smile like the early morning sun, and her eyes were so dark that you couldn't see her pupils, only the glimmering from the light that made her eyes look like two bright stars. I was under her spell and I didn't even know her name. One day, watching her outside, I convinced myself to ask around about her. Find out her name and maybe even find out if she was seeingsomeone. Just as I had decided that she spoke to me.

Kathy with a K. She ended up asking me out, you know. I told her I couldn't that night because I had to work late. Actually, I was too scared. I called her and asked her if she wanted to go to Starbucks after work the next day and she agreed. It turned out to be the most romantic night of both of our lives. We were both still pretty new in town and didn't really know our way around. I had no idea what I was going to do or where I was going to take her next so I winged it the whole way. Like I said, it turned out to be the most romantic night of both of our lives. It was perfect. She was not perfect, but neither was I. We both carried a truckload of emotional baggage and we both had a mountain of flaws. But it was perfect. She would always forget to plug in her cell phone at night, but I would always remind her. I couldn't do laundry worth a flip, but she showed me how. She could never get to work on time,and she hated to drive, but we both had to be at work on time so I drove us both there. Whenever she was slacking I was always right over her shoulder, and when I would lose track of what I was trying to do, she would help to keep me focused. We complemented each other in every single way. Neither of us was perfect, butwe were perfect for each other.

When you're out there looking for that perfect person keep these things in mind. People change, no matter how hard they try not to. As you grow older you mature, and with each new level of maturity come different ideas, different needs and wants. The person who was perfect for you at twenty could be the person you hate when you're thirty-five. You have to find some one who will grow with you, change with you, laugh with you and cry with you. A person who fills in where you lack, a person whom you can fill in for when they are lacking. But what about the perfect person, you ask? They do not exist. Even Malia was not perfect because the perfect girl in my dreams was supposed to stay with me.

There are no perfect people, only people who are perfect for each other

Well be pleased world
If this is what you wanted
This young girl is everything that you made
What will she say
Aren't I lovely
And do you want me cause
I am hungry for something that will make me real
Can you see me and
Do you love me causeI am desperately searching for something real