Friday, February 24, 2006

The hour of nonstop action is on the way! Then suddenly the scream blared all over the city square, and the camera zooms in on a close-up of twin tower. People glares their naked eyes straight into the building while plane crashing down toward it (making the twin tower stumble). The whole establishment erupted, and thousands of people died while others hurts. And then, a very matter of fact people viewed on what happen is this you do not know when catastrophe strikes, that's terrible.
A certain ring of truth is that those victims love ones astounded with what happen. A nerve-tweaking catastrophe which makes their heart moaned in despair. Surely 20-days before the disaster happens still paving at their way. But 20 seconds after that catastrophe strikes, their love ones bursting out with tears and sadness.
He is Edmar, a 21 year old guy, who loves his gf very much. A very sweet and honest boyfriend that do not dare to hurt his girl and that he treat his beau as fiancee, which later counting on the time 20 days near(his gf's flight). "What will be the indicament of this" he asked himself. Oh! My God, I cant take this to happen" he added.
He still remember one night (that was Dec 14,2005) @ exactly 1:43am he got out surprised when his gf text her it says there --"you can be the icon that you want someday, at first may rejection but it open some door for improvement. Ganun lang naman un eh. When your saying, your shy kasi ganito, ganyan, it hurts me kasi I know you naman eh. WHO NIDS THOSE THINGS BHE? Haay I know you'll be the best that you can be keep up!" -- that text msgs dazed and captivated him " She's so sweet, whats wrong with her" he asked himself.
The next morning he meet his girlfriend with a glimpse of smile at his face. She -her- little-cute girl is waiting and seated near her pals . The girl looks gorgeous with that nice dress and long curly hair. As their casual routines thay have their talks and smile. Suddenly, the most surprising thing happened. The girl was crying and Ed mind got puzzled. He prickles thought of his girl, trying to figure out if he guessed the right reason. Slouched in his chair, propped against his elbow, he stare at his gf's eyes the tears running down to her cheeks . He broke the silence and ask "Baby whats the matter?" It tooka couple of minutes before his gf unfolded the real reason." I love you and I will surely be missing you. I will be leaving this 20th of January for a modeling offer at Singapore". The rhythm of his heart is beating too fast, making him freze in terror indeed turning him vulnerable. Then suddenly the sadness bounds his way. Oh my God!, This cant be" he said. He didn't notice that his tears starting to weep and that he frown. It was really almost with reluctant of not letting his girl fly to the said place. "why did you let this thing happen?, why did you let me fall in love with you if you'll just leave me after? He asked again. The 2 questions makes his gf hug him tight. "It was been my dream since last year, I tried to hold on but my mom all all those people surrounds mere insisting that this is it.(my opportunity to bet a name in the field) don't worry that will only takes 3 months and I swear nothin will gonna change." the girl said. "But how can I leave without you?. The guy asked again his eyes are now turning red because of that tears trying to skip there.
Although he is sad, he did make his gf laugh the moment their heading home. " I must stick to her words, I know she'll be coming back" he said to his mind.
He pretend that he can cope up with the situation but as the time passes by, the sadness he felt is increasiing. He cant even sleep, there were aslo times that he did not go to school. " Oh God This is terrible! I cant take this" he uttered. Soon the happy days turns melodramic mea culpa to him. He's always sad, he also forgot to laugh (and even how to spell that word). There were sleepless nights in which his mind and heart moaned to total despair.
he just throw back some beers for his sadness to be lessen. He can't live without his gf, thats the real thing. But he cant do nothing his gf wants to go there.
It was around 9:45 am, 15 minutes before his gf step-on to that plane. They let their self hug each other for the remaining minutes. Again, the floor spotted by their tears " bhaby take care there ok, I will wait for your call. the guy said. "yeah you too tc. his gf replied. It was already 10 am the girl need to go. " bye" that is the last word that the guy heard. The plane was already flying to the air, But at the airport the guy still standing, his tears weeping still.He can't believe that his gf is not with him anymore. The girl left him for a modelling job in Singapore.
The week after the 20-th of January is still fine, But later the call and email his receiving was lessen. Soon the guy always cry and that a bottle of beer turn as his companion. He aslo dropped his subjects, and at his room he stare to his gf's pictures all day. Two weeks after his sister found the guy body dead. He died in despair. He kill himself. Maybe he prefer to die than to live without the girl he draw and offer the plan.
The thing that the guy did is such foolishness and not advisable. But there are some guy like Ed who prefer to end up their despair by killing theirself. Who prefer to die than experiencing the hurt and sadness. Who believe that in love their is also catastrophe, and when it strikes it will mess thier life and turn disaster to him
*ezt28


we told the story ... 24.2.06

|
Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I'll Never Leave

Please don't be scared! I will never leave! I aint goin nowhere! What brings you that silly idea anyways??? ShhHHHH..... I'll be Damned if I gonna Let this bullcrap take away from you. Besides where in this long way already. Oh boy!!! I will be right here by your side. So shut up!! I don't want you to say that again. Cause I vow to give my all. So dry your weappy eyes cause on that word I stand tall although IM only 5'4" just kiddin... No need to doubt this boy..For this is our long long ride journey And I knew we will make it being without you sound absurd!
I will never leave...
I will never leave...
I will never leave...


we told the story ... 22.2.06

|

I'm here in frio mix again. Indulging myself with coffee. Its fun and relaxing time having chitchat with my new friends. they make me realize how life is worth living and how I found joy with its simpliest forms. In this past week I learned that I dont have to please everybody to accept me Instead live my life with my own unique personality and treasure all that I have. I see all the smiles of my friends that brighten up my day and happily content with this couple of hours coffee break.



we told the story ... 22.2.06

|

EzT FLICKS
it was another deadly blow that directly hit its mark straight to my heart upon hearing those words I began considering a new path of my life.
I went home with a lowly heart, no tears, no emotions, no nothing at all. I guess most of us do our crying in private.
I've accepted long before our red letter day that this would end. Nothing certain in this world I can deal with that. But the thing I could not bear is to see this someone close to my heart suffer and hold this relationship for long.
My heart bleeds when he endured countless sleepless nights because of too much anxiety and ate three stress strong meals everyday. I cant deny that sometimes I fail his expectations and I cant ride on to his jokes. But word scratch my heart to hell. I wish I didn't heard that I wish he didn't said at all.
Although he said his apology, still there's something in me that is in pieces. But I must stay strong. A storm just hit us and I must face the light that brought about by the new day with vigor and enthusiasm with hope and faith. And because I want this relationship to last I must keep on fighting and dream.


we told the story ... 22.2.06

|

His dreams

his dreams and motivation inspires me. I thought before that he was having a low self esteem and that he was too old to believe in magic and dreams coming true! But I was wrong. Who says that Santa ain't coming no more? That there are no fairies, and kings and queens and a frog turning into a handsome prince? He believe hard enough and realize that there are no such thing as dreams. everything is real. that if you strive hard you'll achieve it and keeping his dreams alive makes his love him even more....


we told the story ... 22.2.06

|

He's a vain prince for me. I haven't seen a guy who can stare at himself in front of the mirror the whole day! whew! Sometimes he annoys me. But I find him cute anyways. He stand 5'9 and blessed with expressive eyes and nose ad dressed very simple yet cool an handsome guy for me.
I see him serious and different from my past relationships. He's a great companion, nice, sweet and caring like any other normal guys will do to her girlfriend. And what I love most is that everytime I'm mad he's much sweeter and much loving giving me the feeling of security and that he loves me so much.
I was living in diet cokes and sneaker bars when I met him. I never knew that he would be my boyfriend because 1) I never see myself fall in love again (coz you see I just came from a heartache) 2) I was busy with my schedule to add up someone who demands time. 3) I find him cute but he always down himself seems like he's having a low self esteem and lastly 4) he was tall, but so thin definitely not my type. unfortunately we became lovers. unfortunate for him to find an unschooled bum who was very aloof and into night life, and fortunate for me to find such great loving man... just kidding!!!!...


we told the story ... 22.2.06

|
Monday, February 20, 2006

Open letter to SAnta

Dear Santa,
I know that your first reaction to this letter would be that of surprise, if not outright annoyance. I mean, really, why would a 20-year old unschooledlass like me write a letter addressed to Mr. Ho-Ho-Ho himself? To ask for toys and candies? You are probably thinking that something is wrong with me. I can almost hear you say “Ho-ho-ho, I only work for kids, young lady.” I must admit though that I am also clueless as to why I am writing this letter to you. This might be a symptom of a repressed childhood, unconsciously fashioned during my formative years when I was probably the only kid in our neighborhood who did not believe in you. Yes Mr. Santa, meeting you and receiving something from you were never my fancy as a child. I was not one of those who would hang stockings on Christmas eve, desperately hoping to find toys and other goodies inside it the morning after. To be honest, I even thought that you were scary, especially with all that hair in your face. But hey, that is not the issue right now. I am writing you this letter, and that is what matters, right? Santa, it is an open secret that you are considered all over the world as an icon of generosity. Everyone knows that (except the Scrooges out there). However, I can’t help but think that your generosity depends on a people’s race and color. I mean, your kindness is felt only in countries that have a “white Christmas.” It seems that you never bothered to visit our humble country. But even if it is true that you have never had an opportunity to fly over our polluted skies, I would still understand you. There are simply many obstacles that would hinder you from carrying out your noble deeds here in the Philippines. I mean, you could not squeeze and slither down chimneys simply because we don’t have those here in our Third World tropical country. And you could not and could never enter through our doors, for they are double-locked and padlocked, not to mention a discreet alarm system waiting to go berserk the moment an unauthorized entry is made. Please understand that here in the Philippines, security is something that we put a premium on. If you have robbers and akyat bahays who are smarter and faster than our local police who only have their bulging bellies as their common denominator, then definitely, you could not blame us. Moreover, generosity is a trait that is not really appreciated here in the Philippines. Try handing out all those stuff in public and you will surely find your picture in one of our “reliable” tabloids on the following day, and suddenly, everybody suspects that you are planning to run for mayor or congressman or whatnot. See? Also, even if you are able to carry out your deeds here in our country, nobody would care, believe me. Your kindness would simply be a passing moment that would soon be forgotten. We Filipinos easily forget. Well, I know that that is none of your concern, but Santa, please understand that here in the Philippines, those who are rich in words, even if they are poorer in action, merit the confidence and approval of the people. You don’t have to look far, just look at our politicians and you’ll know what I am talking about. And that is where you are impressive Santa. If my memory serves me right, aside from your three-syllable laugh, the only words that emanate from your mouth are “Merry Christmas.” You are really not fond of words, I can sense that, and yet, you are able to accomplish your task year in and year out with great efficiency. I mean, was there ever a Christmas when you failed to make a delivery? I could not think of one. Forgive me Santa but sometimes, I could not help but think that you are the person this country is looking for because you are a guru in the art of walking the talk. You have mastered the practice of yakking less but producing more. Yes, we badly need someone like you here. Now why am I really writing this letter? As I’ve said, I do not know. Some would say that it is improper for me to write you this letter because I am too old for gifts. However Santa, I beg to disagree. That will have to be qualified. I am old for “fun” gifts such as toys and the like, but I am never too old for practical gifts like…uhm…a Ford Expedition?


we told the story ... 20.2.06

|

about us
* THe MesSieR THe BeTTeR


EZT28 *EdMaR*
birthday:May 5
Age: 21
Interest: Playin' my fave sports basketball, reading books, watchin' movies, reading novels(laugh!!), goin' out with my friends 24/7. Surfing the neT
Zadhistah@yahoo.com


LittLe YAhoo *RaYaNa*
birthday: Oct 17
Age 20
Interest: modeling, photography, writing and dancing
razellann@yahoo.com



MoviES We LikE
If only
Walk to Remember
50 first dates
runaway bride
nothing hill

we recomends
boracay
penshoppe
Artwork
one.org
nothing but water simple things turns out the best






TAGBOARD

>



SCROLL TO THE RIGHT INSTEAD OF SCROLLING TO THE BOTTOM >>>>>>>>>>>


LINKS

ICE ANGEL
XIAXUE
SASSYJAN
BLINKYMUMMY

DAWNYANG
bianca
grace/daryl
razelle
ayeka
naj
jho
onewaytrain
kukote
melai
neng
jlois
kathy
manong bidoy
gem
lala
nagsasarili

links

-brushes
-``designerr-gene`ified

yo codes language Weblog Commenting and Trackback by HaloScan.com

CREDITS

Image-Creator & Designer:
ICE ANGEL


Brushes: 1| 2| 3
BaseCodes by !takeaway

COUNTER
CounterData.com

mortgage
mortgage Counter(:


ARCHIVES
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
June 2006
August 2006
September 2006


GALLERY
                                                                         

Cursor by www.Soup-Faerie.Com
Cursors by coinoperatedcursors