Archive for August, 2014

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Hey little Lady

August 29, 2014

Hey little lady,
Your eyes glimmering tears
In the wake of an uncertain morning.

Hey little lady,
Clad in your fears
Treading a life of misgiving.

You think you’ve gone mad,
Unsure of your wants
Living in days of misfortune.

The world is a complicated façade,
Of happy lies
Fading too soon.

Hey little lady,
Oh how well you do
The blank face that you wear.

A dark and deep tunnel
Of sinister thoughts,
Well hidden, all unaware.

Hey little lady,
Your world is but pretty,
Nothing is worthwhile.

It is all so bitter,
Of hate and of anger,
Not a hint of a smile.

Hey little lady,
Down on both knees
For an endless unanswered prayer.

Freeing a hopeless sigh
And not of relief,
Praying for someone to care.

Alone, all alone
is what you choose to know,
and no one will understand.

All the incredible chaos
Going through your head
That seem to never end.

Hey little lady,
Please see of the beauty,
Go open your eyes.

To sunshine and rainbows,
And flowers in bloom,
And a daydream of paradise.

Hey little lady,
Oh please do hang on,
Just a little bit longer.

All these in time
Will fade into memory,
A new life will uncover.

Your world will be beautiful
As you journey on,
All the ugly will someday be over.

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Hey little lady,
please wait and see
what life may have for you…

xx

DMV

(Photo courtesy: IPSY)

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Give CREDIT where CREDIT is due

August 27, 2014

I was going through my FB feed when I stumbled on a note posted by a friend entitled Theresa. I don’t know who Theresa is or the story behind why she posted the note but as I read on, the post was somehow familiar. But it seemed like she claimed the write-up as hers so most of the comments were of praises on how well she wrote. So I posted the link of the original post on her comments box. My intention was to inform her that I am aware that her note was a repost and that she should at least give credit to the original writer. Well, she deleted my comment (being the link to the post of the original writer) and unfriended me (lol).

Anyway, I’d like to share the original post of Ella Ceron entitled You Will Fall In Love With A Broken Person and not Theresa.

AUGUST 6, 2014
You Will Fall In Love With A Broken Person
Ella Ceron

Whatever it is, whatever happened to them, whatever they’re going through, whatever haunts them and controls them and leaves them wanting more — it will have nothing and everything to do with you.

Nothing, because it probably happened before you entered their life. It was a breakup, or a trauma, or faith and trust and belief that went south somewhere.

Everything, because you will try to fix them, or help them, or wonder why you are not enough, why you cannot heal their wounds and mend their broken heart and change their mind.

You’re going to swear to yourself that you’ll never fall into this pit, and then you’ll watch as it happens. You’ll kick yourself for doing what you said you’d never do. You’ll ask yourself why you’re bothering. Why you think you’re the exception to the rule. Why you can’t just heed the warning signs.

You know, all along, that this is someone with a heart in shards, a soul in pieces, and little affection and warmth and stability to give you — you won’t blame them for it, they need all the resources they can give themselves — yet you still try.

Love works in funny ways, and we love all the things we never plan on loving. We attach ourselves to the things we think we should not love. Moths have their flames, little kids their wet cement, dogs their puddles.

We have lovers who do not — and cannot — love us back.

But you will love them, no matter how much you try not to. No matter how much you say you don’t. You’ll watch as they pull themselves further down, and sometimes drag you down too. They’re not trying to, but between keeping you at a distance and not knowing how to love you back, even if they want to, there’s a whole host of complications that bubble up when a broken person is loved by someone else.

Eventually, one of two things will happen. They let you in, bit by bit, and you learn slowly how to let them fix themselves; or you lick your wounds and move on. One is not more or less noble than the other. One hurts a little more. One is a little more rare. Both have the potential of breaking you. Both have the potential for you to learn that love is not something you force upon someone and demand they return, but something that you have to offer freely. Something that nobody’s obligated to accept. Whether or not they’re ready to take it. And if they’re not ready, then they’re not ready.

But you will fall in love with a broken person, at least once in your life. It happens to everyone. The odds are stacked against us that somebody or something will have gotten there first and wrenched somebody’s affection apart and left scars in those things we call our hearts. And the broken person you love will be hesitant and skittish and nervous, but that doesn’t mean they deserve any less love just because they’re afraid of being burned again.

All you can do is love them. All you can do is be there for them. And if you’re lucky, they will learn to love you, too.

If you’re not, and if you wind up breaking, too, well, you’re not alone. And if there’s anything love stories teach us, it’s that you can heal. You can grow. You can try again.

Because often, the broken people we find and fall in love with and help heal wind up being ourselves.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/ella-ceron/2014/08/you-will-fall-in-love-with-a-broken-person/

It’s fine to repost stuff but at least have the decency to admit and inform that what you’ve just posted isn’t yours.

Yes Ms. Ceron, it is very well written.

xx

DMV

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See

August 16, 2014

You say she is okay because she has the life you desire and yours is as miserable as fuck.

But you fail to see the truth behind the walls she puts up to shield her self from her cruel reality, high enough so no one, not even she, could penetrate through.

She masks her face with a plastic smile, wallows in apathetic laughter and puts on too much makeup to cover those bags.

Unearth it all, look beyond and maybe, just maybe, you would notice that there is a certain sadness in those tired, brown eyes. Something you would only see when you try to look closely.

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xx

DMV

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Note to Self

August 16, 2014

When you are flooded by whens and whys and what ifs,
And blurred images of bliss and calm…

When you have effortfully pushed the ugly out of your mind
And painstakingly try to live a nonchalant life…

When you see clouds gather and sunshine turn to gloom
And you feel the rain pour down on a summer’s day…

When abruptly some uncalled for element surface in an inopportune time
And you stumble back, fall flat on your face and your everydays are shoved off track…

When the well kept emotions resurface
And the tears again begin to fall…

Do not hope.
Do not trust.
Do not succumb to the illusion of an ideal life promised when in reality it has become stagnant and irreparable; it will always be incomplete.
Most importantly do not forget.

xx

DMV

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The Big 3-0

August 11, 2014

I’ve lived three decades and survived!

No, it wasn’t a lavish celebration, considering the fact that I don’t really celebrate my birthday.

But I thank God for giving me the wonderful gift of loving Family and really great Friends. All these unplanned events made me feel extra special.

Day 1:

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Bananas from Dane, lunch date with my sister, pizza party from the office and dinner with the family, what a pleasant surprise.

Day 2:

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Mahjong party with these beauties. My raccoon eyes were worth it! (lol)

Day 3:

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Fancy dinner with this bunch. It was an interesting night indeed! (aka ang ita)

These people, these moments…I don’t need much, they are enough.

xx

DMV

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…and that concludes my big 3-0. Thank you so much for cheering me up, for always remembering me and staying by me through whatever. We might not always agree on things but I am confident that you truly care. I love you all so much! Cheers!

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Why speak the Truth

August 5, 2014

People nowadays don’t even bother to rationalize what they truly believe in or even try to perceive what is real and they end up building their entire lives on beliefs that are simply not true. Whatever is conventionalized or trending or desirable suddenly becomes truth to them.

So often times they live a misled life, they cater to ludicrous principles, they make do with what they are at present, the present being them chasing what is far beyond their reach, neglecting to see facts that are constantly lobbed at them and decide to act on ridiculous choices that will eventually destroy them. Unconsciously they are aware but in constant denial of their having too much incredible ambitions.

These people then start to lie. They begin to keep secrets. They morph into totally different characters. Because they are trying to keep up with the demands of the world they’ve speciously created to feed their own desires and expectations. They become selfish and self-absorbed and hurtful and deceitful and pathetic.

For the reason that they refuse to see and accept the truth. Truth in what they do, what they speak of, what they believe in, what they try to live on. And in due time, they are found out.

These people fail to see that in truth, cliche as it is, they are set free.

For in truth, they are able to trust and be trusted. In order to be successful in anything, a person must have a reputation of honesty. And in living a life of integrity you build on good relationships. Respect is gained.

Almost daily, one of our greatest stressors is the degree to which we should be honest. In truth, there is peace.

Believing what others say rather than exploring the truth for yourself will actually limit you and even keep you from doing what it is you are supposed to do. But if you contend for the truth, embrace it and build your life upon it, you will succeed in every endeavor.

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xx

DMV

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