PAM in 0ne Word

Happy Birthday BFF! ^^,

August 24, 2009

Go on Girl ~to~ Baby, Forget About Me

You Said It Wasn't

Gonna Be Like It Was Before

Then It Happened Again

Pushing Me Back Out The Door

Thought It Would Be Forreal This Time

Love Me Forget About The Signs

So Now What Do I Do

Now, That I Know That We're Through

Wish That I Could Move On

Can't Let Go, It's Too Strong

Just Like That And Then You're Gone

Is This How You Wanted It To Be

Everything You Had To SaySent The Tears

Right Down My Face

Now I'm Trying To Escape

The Misery

Why Don't You Love Me

The Way I Loved You

It Feels So Crazy

Cause I Dunno What I Did To You

If You're Gonna Hurt Me

Then Do It Quickly

Cause I'm Tired Of Cryin

If You Don't Wanna Stick AroundThen,

Baby, Forget About Me

Too Late, Sorry

I Didn't Even Have The Chance

You Said You Were Happy

Baby, I Don't Understand

Gave You Everything You Asked For

And Was Ready To Give A Lot More

I Would've Given The World

Right In The Palm Of Your Hand

Wish That I Could Move On
Can't Let Go, It's Too Strong
Just Like That And Then You're Gone
Is This How You Wanted It To Be
Everything You Had To Say

Sent The Tears
Right Down My Face
Now I'm Trying To Escape
The Misery

Why Don't You Love Me
The Way I Loved You
It Feels So Crazy
Cause I Dunno What I Did To You
If You're Gonna Hurt Me
Then Do It Quickly
Cause I'm Tired Of Cryin
If You Don't Wanna Stick AroundThen,
Baby, Forget About Me

Boy, My Heart Was True

And That You Can't Deny

Don't Be A Fool

And Walk Away From All The Lies

It's Up To You

Cause Heaven Knows I've Tried

Tell Me You're Still In Love Yeahhhh Ohh

Why Don't You Love Me

The Way I Loved You

It Feels So Crazy

Cause I Dunno What I Did To You

If You're Gonna Hurt Me

Then Do It Quickly

Cause I'm Tired Of Cryin

If You Don't Wanna Stick Around

Then, Baby, Forget About Me

Forget About Me...

~ ~ FORGET ABOUT ME by LIL BIT ~~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7r79-1Zurw

A Tearjerker

It is the letter of Ninoy to his eldest daughter Ballsy, during her debut (1973) :

August 18, 1973

Fort Bonifacio

Makati, Rizal

Ms. Maria Elena C. Aquino

25 Times St., Quezon City

My dearest Ballsy,

I write you this letter with tears in my eyes and as if steel fingers are crushing my heart because I wanted so much to be with you as you celebrate your legal emancipation. Now that you have come of age, my love, a voice tells me that I am no longer young and suddenly, I feel old. An old poet gave this advice very long ago “when you are sad, remember the roses will bloom in December.” I want to send you bouquet of roses, big red roses from my dreamland garden. Unfortunately for the present, my roses are not in bloom, in fact they have dropped all their petals and only the thorns are left to keep me company. I do think it is fitting to send you a thicket of thorns on this memorable day!

I am very proud of you because you have inherited all the best traits of your mother. You are sensible, responsible, even-tempered and sincere with the least pretenses and affection which I vehemently detest in a woman. I am sure like your mother, you will possess that rare brand of silent courage and that combination of fidelity and fortitude that will be the life vest of your man in the tragic moments of his life.

During my lonely hours of solitary confinement in Fort Magsaysay , Laur, Nueva Ecija last March and April with nothing else to do but pray and daydream, with only my fond memories to keep me company, I planned a weekend barrio fiesta for you in Tarlac for your 18th birthday. I fooled myself into believing that my ordeal would end with the fiscal year. I planned to invite all your classmates and friends and their families for the weekends. The schedule called for an early departure by bus from Manila and the first stop will be Concepcion , where lunch will be served by the pool. And after lunch, you were to visit the SantaRitaElementary School to distribute cookies and ice cream to the children of that public school where you were first enrolled. I guess sheer nostalgia prompted me to include Santa Rita. We were only three then: Mommie, you and I. Those were the days of happy memories little responsibilities, tremendous freedom, a great future ahead and capped by a fulfillment of love.. You are the first fruit of our union, the first proof of our love and the first seal of our affections. From Concepcion we were to proceed to Luisita for the barrio fiesta. I intended to invite a friend who could roast an entire cow succulently. Swimming, pelota, dancing and eating would have been the order of the day. Sunday morning was reserved for a trip around the Hacienda and the mill and maybe golf for some of the parents and later a picnic-lunch on Uncle Tony’s Island…Return to Manila after lunch…I am afraid this will have to remain as one of the many dreams I had in Laur.

Our future has suddenly become uncertain and our fate unknown. I am even now beginning to doubt whether I’ll ever be able to return to you and the family. Hence, I would like to ask you these special favors. Love your mother, whose love for you, you will never be able to match. She is not the greatest mother in the world, she is your sincerest friend. Take care of your younger sisters and brother and lavish them with the love and care I would like to continue giving them but am unable to do so. Help Noy-noy along and pray hard that he will grow to be a real, responsible man who in later years will protect you all. You are the model for your three younger sisters.Your responsibility is therefore great. Please endeavor to live up to our highest expectations. Be more tolerant to Pinky, more accessible to Viel, our little genius-princess, and more charitable to Krissy, our baby doll, and make up for my neglect. Finally, forgive me, my love, for not having been an ideal, good and thoughtful father to you all as I pursued public office. I had hopes and high resolve of making up, but I am afraid my destiny will not oblige. I seal this letter with a drop of tear and a prayer in my heart, that somehow, somewhere we shall meet again and I will finally be able to make up for all my lapses, in the kingdom where justice reigns supreme and love is eternal.

I love you

Dad

The best thing he said that I believe each woman should have is: "combination of fidelity and fortitude that will be the life vest of your man in the tragic moments of his life."

ALMOST OVER YOU

Stories are as unique as the people who tell them. And the best stories are those in which the ending is a surprise.

But who am I? And how, I wonder, will my story end?

I was under the illusion that seeing him would make things better, but I'm not sure what else to do. And how far should a person go in the name of Love?

I ponder on these questions as I stare at the dedication note at the front page of the Twilight novel I was reading for the 'nth time. Inside my room, above me, the stars are specks of silver paint on a charcoal canvas. I would think that I should be inspired by the realization that I'm not only looking at the stars but staring into my life as well.

Lately, HAPPINESS seemed distant and unattainable as getting a roundtrip ticket to Kona or perhaps Palm Springs. There had been a long period of time during which I remembered being happy. But things change. People change. Because "change" was one of the inevitable laws of nature, exacting it's toll on people's lives. Mistakes are made. Feelings taken for granted. And all that was left were repercussions that made something as simple as rising from bed, seem almost laborous.

I never doubted my feelings for him despite setbacks and misunderstanding. Although I should mention that I usually the first one to initiate the breakup and it pains me to realize this now about myself. But why did I mention this? Because I want to underscore the fact that looking back, I believe that I've done one right thing... It has been to love him with all my heart.

I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen him, despite friends telling me not to. I followed what my heart was telling me. That he is worth it after all. That our relationship will be worth it after all.

During those times I thought our relationship was settled. But too soon I realized I was wrong. I learned it the hard way. I learned a couple of months ago, more than anyhting that the last breakup will set our relationship in motion for all that has yet to come.

As I write this, I can only feel my eyes well up with tears. Because I know.. in my heart, that it's time to let go.

From the look He gave me, in all the instances He said his goodbyes. Three times. It's as if telling me what was I thinking.

The first time at the coffee shop when He told me to move on with my life. Second @ my room when I beg him to stay and give our relationship another chance and he bluntly told me that He doesn't love me anymore. And if it wasn't enough, last Saturday when He mentioned without any hesitation that He doesn't feel and see me as the one destined to be with Him for the rest of his life. As he spoke those words with conviction and sadness I felt the ache and loneliness in my heart grew much stronger. Indeed, in LOVE, heart would not know No end, No boundary. Once it tasted ecstacy, it couldn't be stopped.

Yet, what else is there for me to do? Is it possible that He knows how I would feel without him in my life? When I dream, I'd like to think that he does know.

I will come to believe that however hard it was, somehow I need to take every step away from Him. Even the words of love I whispered to him when we were together I hope will ring true. Until the day comes.. when.. I, too ...will finally said my last goodbye.

"A best friend is a sister that destiny forgot to give you"

Manila's Finest

"A good friend remembers what we were and sees what we can be.Continue to be my friend,as you will always find me yours.Well, it seems to me that the best relationships--the ones that lasts--are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship.You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is...suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with."

a confession...

I like you and not in a friendly way although i think we're great friends..
and not in a misplaced affection puppy--dog way, although i'm sure that's what you call it.

And it's not because you're unattainable... I love you - very simple, very trully.
You're the greatest example and epitome of every ideal and quality i've looked for in another person.

I know you think of me as just a friend and that crossing that line is the farthest thing from an option
you would ever consider.. but i had to say it, i can't take it anymore.

I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you.
I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels.
I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love , for everything you are.

And i know this will probably queer our friendship, no pun intended- but i really had to say it.
And if by telling you all this, means we cant hang out anymore, then that hurts me.
But i couldn't allow another day to go by without getting it out there. Regardless of the outcome which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shootdown, and i'll accept that.

But i know some part of you is hesitating for a moment. And if there is a moment of hesitations - that means that you feel something too. All i ask is that , you would not dismiss that, at least for a minute and just try to dwell in it.
There isn't another soul in this planet who's even made me half the person when i'm with you. And i would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next level. Because it's there between you and me, you can't deny that. And even if we never speak again to each other after today... please know that i'm forever changed because of who you are and what you meant to me, which i do appreciate.

And remember what they say... if you love someone - you say it!!! Right then and there, out loud!!!!

Otherwise, the moment will just pass you by.. .. = (

footnote: this is for STEF and DON...