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THE BLOG! :) obviously, but also to a world of wonders and mysteries
that are to be unraveled because that's precisely what SHE (or rather
me,) is all about. if you know me, welcome to another side of me.
but if you don't know me, it's okay. i still welcome you into a world of me
and what happens. i'm not anywhere near perfect, but here is where
i share my experiences and learnings. hope you'll be blessed reading
my entries!
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Thursday, February 05, 2009

i'm quite tired. don't mind my ranting because i just need to find an outlet to say it all out. it's complicated and tricky because there's friendship and a boy involved. complicated shit. i hate it when i have to deal with these kind of situations. i honestly don't know what i'm feeling inside, but i know that whatever happens in the end. it will always be my friendship with my girl over the boy. always. never had and never will there be an exception.

the smell of his scent still lingers, lingers in my hair. it makes his presence even more real for this moment. but inside, i wish i had never met him again. i wish that you had just been left in the past, cause that's where you're suppose to belong. right now, it feels so right yet so wrong. so right to be liking you. so wrong to be liking you right now. i thought it was over. it's been so long ago. and people like me, we don't have the ability to love for long. or at least that's what we live by. but for whatever reason, you stayed on. i hate it. i hate it that you stayed on. there's almost no way you can become "just a club boy" anymore. i know i'm the girl you look for only in the club because i dance well. or maybe because you just want her. but boy, i don't want you to get hurt. it'll be even more painful than not having you because i know that it would almost be my fault if you get hurt. no, don't get me wrong. i'm not wanting you to be my boyfriend. that's something too far-fetched already because i don't really know you. but i just care for you more than i should, that's the feeling in me. and in any case, you wouldn't be able to be my boyfriend because of what one of my friends used to tell me.


Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.



you'll never be my boy if you're not brave enough to climb that tree.