I miss your love, since
you've been gone
I find it hard to go on
The summer sky don't mean a thing
I thought I'd always be strong
I got a feeling inside
and it's making my heart cry, cause
I'm missing you
and it's making me blue, yeah
I'm missing you
but what can I do
Thousand miles away, from you
So here I am, and everything's new
I should be happy in love]
but all I know, I look deep in my eyes
I've never felt so alone
and this feeling inside
it's making my heart cry, cause
I'm missing you
and it's making me blue, yeah
I'm missing you
but what can I do
Thousand miles away, from you
So what's the meaning of this
to be living like this
it ain't no fun at all
I wonder where are you now
(I wonder where are you now)
I miss your love since you been gone
I find it hard to go on
and this feeling inside
I just break down and cry
This song is dedicated to mon amour! I miss you so much. Where are you now?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Never take for granted the person who truly LOVE and care for you. Remember, feelings just like people grow tired too when it's not appreciated no matter how great you thought LOVE is.
If someone LOVES you, LOVE him/ her back. Not only because they LOVE you but also because they are teaching you to LOVE and opening your heart and eyes to the things you have never seen of felt.
It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, a day to LOVE someone but a lifetime to forget someone you have learned to love.
It hurts to see someone you LOVE ignore you. It also hurts to see if he doesn't feel your love, but would it hurt you more if he LOVED you and you never knew?
We never knew how much one LOVES until we know how much he is willing to endure and suffer for you; and it is the suffering elements that measure LOVE.
It is better to meet the person who will truly LOVE you later, than meet someone now who promises to LOVE you but sooner or later will leave you forever.
Never say I LOVE you if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they are not really there. Never quite touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never welcome something you can't even entertain. Never open doors if you mean to close your heart. Never accept LOVE if you can't give yourself in return. Never start a relationship you know you want to end.
Saying sweet words are not enough to prove your LOVE. LOVING someone needs sacrifices, like giving your time and attention, and being sensitive to their feelings.
It hurts when we risk our heart and it ends up getting broken. What hurts even more is when we still hold on when we already knew that we're waiting for nothing.
If someone LOVES you, LOVE him/ her back. Not only because they LOVE you but also because they are teaching you to LOVE and opening your heart and eyes to the things you have never seen of felt.
It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, a day to LOVE someone but a lifetime to forget someone you have learned to love.
It hurts to see someone you LOVE ignore you. It also hurts to see if he doesn't feel your love, but would it hurt you more if he LOVED you and you never knew?
We never knew how much one LOVES until we know how much he is willing to endure and suffer for you; and it is the suffering elements that measure LOVE.
It is better to meet the person who will truly LOVE you later, than meet someone now who promises to LOVE you but sooner or later will leave you forever.
Never say I LOVE you if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they are not really there. Never quite touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never welcome something you can't even entertain. Never open doors if you mean to close your heart. Never accept LOVE if you can't give yourself in return. Never start a relationship you know you want to end.
Saying sweet words are not enough to prove your LOVE. LOVING someone needs sacrifices, like giving your time and attention, and being sensitive to their feelings.
It hurts when we risk our heart and it ends up getting broken. What hurts even more is when we still hold on when we already knew that we're waiting for nothing.
My good friends and Hassan Yaqoob
I have these net friends from Pakistan!..Well..all of them are related coz they are all in the same school for boys. I can say that they are kind and are very different from the guys here in the Philippines. Well, maybe since they are in a school for boys, they have this mutual affection for their friends in which I can't find in the teenager guys here. And I really really admire the kind of friendship they share and how their bonding goes.
Honestly, they also have similarities. Most of them wear or used eye glasses. Not for vanity and fashion but they use them because of weak eyesight. Is it just a coincidence or genetics? Well, I don't know the answer. But all of them including my first friend, Hassan Yaqoob.
Hassan Yaqoob was my first Pakistani friend which is of the same age. But he's a year older than me. I met him in mIRC and became a regular chatmate in YM. I met him last December 2007. After how many weeks, we became a bit close and started nice conversation with him and a little about my life. One thing I can't forget was last New Year's eve, December 31, 2007-January 1, 2008, while chatting with him in my dad's laptop, he showed me his picture.
Gosh. I was attracted. Really. Maybe because he wear eye glasses and because his dark eyes were really attractive. I don't know why, but I think it's really the eyes. And because of that, he became my crush and I admit I'm deeply attracted. I have joined ORKUT because of him. Well, I'm thankful too coz I met his other classmates. Then he send me this poem through scrapbook and I was touched coz it's my first time to receive a poem from a guy. That's why I created also a poem for him. Specially dedicated to him. By the way, the poem he gave me was not an original one. I think he just got it from a site. But honestly, as I gave him or send him the poem, well, everything was lost. My feelings and everything.
Honestly, they also have similarities. Most of them wear or used eye glasses. Not for vanity and fashion but they use them because of weak eyesight. Is it just a coincidence or genetics? Well, I don't know the answer. But all of them including my first friend, Hassan Yaqoob.
Hassan Yaqoob was my first Pakistani friend which is of the same age. But he's a year older than me. I met him in mIRC and became a regular chatmate in YM. I met him last December 2007. After how many weeks, we became a bit close and started nice conversation with him and a little about my life. One thing I can't forget was last New Year's eve, December 31, 2007-January 1, 2008, while chatting with him in my dad's laptop, he showed me his picture.
Gosh. I was attracted. Really. Maybe because he wear eye glasses and because his dark eyes were really attractive. I don't know why, but I think it's really the eyes. And because of that, he became my crush and I admit I'm deeply attracted. I have joined ORKUT because of him. Well, I'm thankful too coz I met his other classmates. Then he send me this poem through scrapbook and I was touched coz it's my first time to receive a poem from a guy. That's why I created also a poem for him. Specially dedicated to him. By the way, the poem he gave me was not an original one. I think he just got it from a site. But honestly, as I gave him or send him the poem, well, everything was lost. My feelings and everything.
Friday, May 2, 2008
My poems:)
My poems that I have posted here are all originals.
The first poem entitled "My Only Love" is a poem dedicated to a special friend who lives in Tunisia. He was a friend who I met in net, specifically in mIRC. Then, we exchanged our YM address, and started chatting in YM. After sometime, well, I don't know how did it happen but we just came to know that we love each other. Even I myself can't fathom how did it happen. Really. But I don't regret this, instead I'm grateful for it. He was a sorrowful and sad man before, but as time pass by, he became cheerful and funny. Maybe that's the reason why I got closer to him. Hmmm...other info follows...maybe in the future..hehehe...
Well, the second poem is only the french version of the poem. I've decided to translate it in french since my special friend knows french. Besides, we also have basic french lesson in our school. This is the reason why I have admired french.
The third poem, with a title "Again", was dedicated to a guy classmate way back in kindergarten. I saw him in a camp which our school facilitated, and well, I was just overwhelmed to see him again that's why I wrote the poem. It was just a poem I wrote while talking to my friends that's why it is short.
The fourth poem is obviously dedicated to a friend. Well, originally, I wrote this for a guy friend from Pakistan named Hassan, because of admiration. I wrote this during class hours in school while thinking of him. Also, I have decided to write a poem for him because he was the one who gave me a poem, though it was not originally written by him. Then I was in euphoria! It's my first time to receive a poem, and given by a guy. I was really happy when I finished the poem. I immediately send it to him in orkut. By the way, he was also the one who invited me to join orkut(just like fs). But, after sending it to him, well, the result was not good. We barely chat in ym and he was not like the person I know. Then, there was no communication between us for months, til now. I still wonder why. But, because of him, I met some of his pals, including Mohammad Ahmad, to whom I dedicate this fourth poem. He was a classmate and a friend of Hassan. He is a bookworm, just like me. And there are lots of interest that we share that's why we get along well. He's really a good friend:).
Sorry, I can't post all specific details. I'm not really good in it.
The first poem entitled "My Only Love" is a poem dedicated to a special friend who lives in Tunisia. He was a friend who I met in net, specifically in mIRC. Then, we exchanged our YM address, and started chatting in YM. After sometime, well, I don't know how did it happen but we just came to know that we love each other. Even I myself can't fathom how did it happen. Really. But I don't regret this, instead I'm grateful for it. He was a sorrowful and sad man before, but as time pass by, he became cheerful and funny. Maybe that's the reason why I got closer to him. Hmmm...other info follows...maybe in the future..hehehe...
Well, the second poem is only the french version of the poem. I've decided to translate it in french since my special friend knows french. Besides, we also have basic french lesson in our school. This is the reason why I have admired french.
The third poem, with a title "Again", was dedicated to a guy classmate way back in kindergarten. I saw him in a camp which our school facilitated, and well, I was just overwhelmed to see him again that's why I wrote the poem. It was just a poem I wrote while talking to my friends that's why it is short.
The fourth poem is obviously dedicated to a friend. Well, originally, I wrote this for a guy friend from Pakistan named Hassan, because of admiration. I wrote this during class hours in school while thinking of him. Also, I have decided to write a poem for him because he was the one who gave me a poem, though it was not originally written by him. Then I was in euphoria! It's my first time to receive a poem, and given by a guy. I was really happy when I finished the poem. I immediately send it to him in orkut. By the way, he was also the one who invited me to join orkut(just like fs). But, after sending it to him, well, the result was not good. We barely chat in ym and he was not like the person I know. Then, there was no communication between us for months, til now. I still wonder why. But, because of him, I met some of his pals, including Mohammad Ahmad, to whom I dedicate this fourth poem. He was a classmate and a friend of Hassan. He is a bookworm, just like me. And there are lots of interest that we share that's why we get along well. He's really a good friend:).
Sorry, I can't post all specific details. I'm not really good in it.
To My Dearest Friend
In the midst of the night
Here I am, sitting tight
All the way thinking of you
Which make me feel so blue.
I know you're so far
Thousands of miles away from me
But still, I can feel you here
In my heart, you are so dear.
Ahmad, a dear friend of mine.
You make me smile in sad times.
Everytime, I hope and earnestly pray
That you'll be there for me, everyday.
Like a light-blue sky in the mid-day
You make me feel happy and gay.
Like a butterfly in a fresh bud
You cheer me up when I'm sad.
As the wind in the hot dessert blew
Our friendship continuously grew.
And as a felt the zephyr on my face
I knew, you are of heaven's grace.
And to you, Ahmad, my friend
The most reserved man I have ever knew
Inspired by our growing and sweet friendship
I endearly dedicate this poem to you.:)
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