| Silent Soul |
| 26 years ago, A small miracle came to alive in this lonely planet, and they named her Savanna. She Loves Poetry,cravin for good Foods and Books, mad about her Mum, and solemnly looking for her soulmate. |
| She Loves |
| Her Mum and Dad, Her only brother, Her true-blood-friends, and The lovely crafted blue Minaret of her Palace, green green grass of The Park, The Towers, Her comfy room, Her workplace, The Thrilling Black Gold Hunting Project, and Heavenly Kisses from HiM. |
| She Does |
| Fall in love and get amused so easily ,run under the rain , laugh till it hurts, sing so beautifuly, appreciate beauty even if it's not pretty, feel romantic all over for nothing at all ,wear lace and skirts, listen to oldies goodies, believe in emancipation but not feminism, go ballistic over good friends,craving for coffee and chocolates, stay at home during weekend and feel good about it. |
| She Does Not |
| Go for Look, Talk behind, stand being alone, like veggies too much, eat sushi,sleep with lights on, play any instruments, believe in pagan and atheist, worship worldy affairs. |
| She Would |
| Be a writter, singer, poet, anything but silent stalker. |
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| Tuesday, January 3, 2006 |
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I had a fine time with the kids during the midnight celebration on Saturday. We watched the fire cracker painting the skies with its lively bright color from the condo. It was beautiful. I ran after little SJ, WJ, and ZD. It was a fine night indeed; I didn't miss anybody, so it was the greatest achievement for my New Year eve. Despite my joyous celebration with the kids, on Friday, I got a real bad fit. I was psychologically drowned. I had a quite severe mental breakdown. It was so bad to the extent I cried out loud and called my ex 4 am in the morning his time. It was mad. I cried for the first 5 minutes on the phone without saying a thing, finally after I catch my breath, I was able to speak, or may I say humming and bluffing about anything that came first in my dizzy and exhausted mind. I managed to deliver a very unimportant and silly message of how I was dying to see him and have him by my side, and if it wasn't bad enough, I added some spicy couture line of how I love him, and it was totally a crap. I couldn't even imagine my self; an intelligent woman in her 25's saying those lame and idiotic lines. Oh, how pathetic I am.
So here I am making an old sappy confession to my deaf and dumb pc, and hoping after finishing writing this statement, I will be able to breathe normally without bearing a shame in every breath that I take. The worst part of that nightmare Friday was my fight with Mr. Buble or should I say...pecundang..gosh, how could I call him with such a name after all he's done...but heck...what he's been done to me was totally wreck for my sanity...I was mad as hell when I found out he said something or should I put this way...he asked something to my mother. Yes, when it comes to my mother, I become extra sensitive and easily contaminated with a syndrome called Bitch Fit (I got it from watching The White Chicks).
Anyway, talking about my one and only brother, I got a headache from reading his SMS. I really care about him but what he wrote to me was so gross in my perception after all of things that happen in my life and our lives....I mean..come on..he's too young to be legally attached to someone,.....we're talking about marriage for God sake.I was disappointed by the marriage institution and got scammed from my ex. Now, I have to hear the same old story from my own brother about his version to marry God knows girl in his 20's. Forgive me but I couldn't stand hearing such a lame and old-fashioned statement for reasoning a jobless boy who couldn't even feed him self marrying a school girl for the sake of saving his chastity.
My sibling and I are completely out of our minds if it comes to love and marriage. It's so sad to see him in this way because I know how it feels and I beg God for not letting anybody that I love to experience this kind of estranged love. I would not do the same mistake if I were him and if I were able to discover the truth behind my simple reasoning at that time.
By deliberating my wildest imagination, I had to deal with my own guilt and hesitation.....and now my sin has spilled its darkest spell on my own brother....Oh God, please forgive me and don't let him bear the pain I had for betraying my own heart..... |
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Name: Nayma
Home: Hilarious 'n Buzzin City, J.a.k.a.r.t.a
About Me: Witty, Jolly, anxious, loves poetry and fine books, chocolate, NO Milk for now, weight gain syndrom, yellow-whitish, chubby, married to on heavenly man, dedicated to be a Mother, NO workaholic :D, you read it right...sleazy munching over deadlines and flowerful days of becoming a Mother.
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