Archive for November, 2011

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All I Want For Christmas Round 2

November 26, 2011

Santa Claus is coming to town. Christmas time, It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas is sharing, I am so excited about it.

A fellow blogger is hosting again a bloggers Christmas exchange gift. I really had fun last year… Ooops and Yeah I want to do it again. Thanks to PM for another great idea. So here we go 🙂

Dear Santa I’ve Been Good Wish List

Something small: leather wallet

Something big: Jansport backpack

Something cute: earphones

Something soft: pillow

Something techie: 1 TB Portable Hard Drive

Something fancy: a nice wristwatch

Something (insert your favorite color): black

Something wearable: medium GAP shirt ha-ha

Something you need: iPhone case(s) – an angry bird design or any minimalist design

Something you can use for work: starbucks tumbler =)

Something sweet: M & M’s Chocolate !!!

Dear Santa I’ve Been Good and I really, really, really want an iPad

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Close My Eyes

November 22, 2011

He’s sleeping now. Or at least he’s pretending to.

When his eyes are closed, he doesn’t see the world that is constantly throwing hurdles at him. He doesn’t feel reality biting all the time when he shuts his eyes and succumb to the relieving darkness that his eyelids give. He is safe when his eyes are closed.

Even the thought af sleeping scares him. Whenever he is haunted with the nightmares of his yesterday, he can’t help but weep silently with his pillows, alone in his dark and cold room. He wants to lay in bed and close his eyes, yet he doesn’t want to sleep. He just wants the comfort of his bed and his pillows and his stuffed toys. Yes, his stuffed toys. His loyal friends who would listen to him everytime he rants about the world. They wipe his tears when he cries violently during the night. Quietly, they love him unconditionally.

He’s tired of escaping from the world. The troubles, the quarrels, the unending misunderstandings that put a heavier burden on his already shattered soul. His body has been strained so much by the stress and depression that his life gives him. He is very, very exhausted.

Yet, he fights. He struggles. He survives.

He’s still pretending to sleep. His eyes are just closed. He is aware of the world around him, and he knows that with his bed, his pillows and his stufffed toys,he will live on forever. And ever.

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respect

November 9, 2011

infidelity defeats the purpose of respect.

and without respect,

love is diluted.