Nothing straight, apparently. (Yes, pun intended.) And myself, as it has been made clear. I am Nationalistic. I am patriotic. I do care. But Jesus, it seems to me, that I really am not fluent in Filipino. Pwede bisaya na lang? Naks! But the hope is till blazing, of course. I’m not losing it. This morning, I have realized that another promise made to me, has been broken. Enough with the promises already. It’s not easy having your hopes crushed time and time again.
I know I said I’m writing this blog all in Filipino. Since breaking promises is a trend now, can I try it too? hehehe joke. But who reads my rants anyway? Ho hum. Nyehehe!
A lot has happened this month. A lot has changed in me. I’m on a new serious path to where, I still am not sure. I’m hoping that I will not give any promises to those important to me, especially Potz. hehe I have always been on the recieving end of broken promises. I do not want to be put in place of the hurter. Consciously or Unconsciously. Meant, or naye.
When you really think about it, promises don’t do anything. If you trust each other and in what you have, already, there is security. If trust is in an area out of coverage, promises come in and make you think it saves the day, when actually it’s just a band aid for our insecurities. It’s covered, but the pain is still there, behind the mask, the ugliness breathes, still. When we do make promises, be sure the we can make them, let’s not give them away when in fact, we are also trying to convince ourselves. That’s a tad bit too unfair, is it not?
Just recently, I have been introduced to happiness. So this is how it feels? I like it. Hmmnn, lovez it, even. I am afraid, of course, it’s a new found feeling. Untouched territory. But everyday, I also find the courage to face whatever it is I have to, yes, that includes you, Voldemort. But then again, I also find bigger eye bags each time the mirror looks at me. Nyehehe Hhmmn. Te blooming efek is made with real love juices, not from concentrate. :p
To finish this post, let us lend our ears and eyes to my love, Miss Wanda Sykes.(with Ms. Ellen D)
(girl, I’d marry you if the Cardinal won’t Sin no more) ;>
NO TO PROP 8!!!
nagmamahal,
-anaKniTetangpuLah-
