Whoohoo! Pwede sad pakyawan pagpalit. Lima, kwarenta! (hala, instik jud). Uros-uros na ang gugma. [You can also buy in bundles. Five for forty pesos!(so Chinese). Love is overflowing.] ^_^
AN: My bestfriend Julienne sent me this and it had me laughing so hard my tummy ached. Kalipay is Visayan for Happiness, and apparently, a plant in some region elsewhere in the Philippines.
I got proposed to and I said no. Worse, I laughed. Worst, he got wrestled into the single-cell isolation.
His name is Junking. Not junking. It’s jun/king. He has Bipolar Disoder I in Manic Phase with Psychotic Features. Pretty big name, eh, for a whacko. ^_^ This guy is so sexually preoccupied. D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S! He raped an inmate! A fifty year old schizophrenic at that. What can I say… crazy!
Another one , whom I forgot the name, asked me out on a date. He said he’d visit me at home when he gets better and released.
Heaven, help me!
I wrote my wish
on the wings
of paper cranes
so that they may fly it
to the world of truth.
I wrote your name
on the wings
of paper cranes
so that time will not forget you
when comes the hour that I forget you.
One hundred paper cranes
I have sent aflight
to the infinite heavens
wishing someday
to once more kiss you.
~a translation of Kokoi Nanini’s Isang Daang Papel na Tagak
AN: One sided. Basically, erased the other person’s parts because I do not have his permission. I don’t have any idea where to find him either.
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<my rantings>
I have no words to console you. Evil hearts are broken hearts…. hope yours is not quite so. Lord help me.
I don’t wanna drag God into this coz you probably don’t believe in any supreme omnificent being. But i am so gonna pray for your soul tonight. Believe it or not, I have faith. And please don’t reject me whenever I start talking about Jesus and the price He has already paid for your salvation. You are beautiful yourself and He can make you whole. I hope that His love reaches you through me, even just a bit.
Yes i cry. I cry because I can only do so much! I can heal, I can stitch up wounds, I can splint broken bones, I can give meds for the pain, I can extract blood to run tests, I can make a flatline beat again. But I can never, never, never bring one back to life. Yes I cry. I cry whenever a mother sheds her tears for her dead child.
I smile, too. If only to mask away the sadness even for a while. I smile and laugh and kid around and make a fool of myself. I am crazy like that. But at the end of the day when i get home beat-up, tired and overworked I lie down and offer up to Him the heartaches of the day.
I am twisted too, I am mad, I am frustrated, I am ugly, and sometimes I get lost. Over the years, though, He seeks me over and over again like a jealous lover to his woman. It’s a wonderful thing to have an anchor. In your case it’s your nephew. Have hope dear. I really can’t believe I’d be talking like this. This is the sanenest conversation I have had so far with anyone here. Surprise of all surprises it’s with a psychia patient on remission.
No i don’t believe you are evil. It’s your brokeness that affects me because as I have said broken hearts become evil hearts.
You have also made me happy. Thank you for this conversation.
<end.>
Faith in love: love starts with a heartfelt smile.
You walk and talk without glancing at me,
Are your lonely eyes for heaven aisle?
What torture, what torment! What cruelty.
I’ll be impulsive for vanity’s sake.
Want I of a wilting rose, I send a poem.
You are the only wonder God did make!
Are masterpieces kept at hearts home?
What smile! Sweeter that mona lisa’s kiss.
I enchantingly fascinated, do
Need your attention, kind smart, fair miss
Please do believe me, what I say is true,
Help – imbue my poem with magic –Cupid,
Me, who never was in love: love stupid.
AN: Not my work, but this is really lovely. He says he wrote this way back in college and planned to leave it at my pigeon hole in Kalasag. Yet, he was too shy to do so.
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