JustBhem

If you've been through a lot of hardships in life and you have given a chance to love again, are you going for a woman who's been into many trials than you and the sad part is has two kids from different guy. Would you allow yourself to be involve in that kind of misfortune? Well, if I were that guy. I wouldnt. As to many girls are there in this planet who are fresh and single. For me that kind of woman deserve someone of the same situation. And for that woman, instead of searching for true love why don't she focus on her kids instead. As kids are the best blessings in life. They are angels. I caught myself thinking about this because of a friend. Well, I liked her a lot. From being a strong woman, smart and fashionable. For those guys who haven't know her, they will simply go for this kind. She was married as I remember. Never annuled or divorce. She has a daughter from her first husband. They saparated because (as for her) she was a battered wife. Then after be

Hi, How are you? It's been so long we haven't talk. How's life back there? I hope you are okay. Hi, How are you? How you've been. I hope you have a good day. Are you still there? Hi, How are you? I'm lost, wondering if you still care. Been trying to reach you. Are you okay? Hi, How are you? I think I will finally let you go. This will be my last message. Goodbye. I wroye this because I miss someone.

I'm still half way through the end of the story where Lestat and her mother met in their old sanctuary and I can't wait to read the whole book. If only I can skip until the last page. Anyway, I'm talking about Anne Rice Prince Lestat book. Been reading this everyday and whenever I read a new chapter, I can't wait for the next chapter. Sometimes I find it disconcerting because of different cast mentioned in every chapter. Above all, it surely entertained me. I planned to buy Interview with the Vampire next month. Hopefully I can find a second book or else I will end up to save again. I have a lot of books in mind to buy but what's more important for me is to save for my twice a week session and other stuff for my dialysis. Thank God. Boyfriend already paid my Health insurance so that I still can avail of much lesser session or else I will end up dying. I guess I better stop this for awhile and will read Lestat's mind again. See yeah! Wicked sick.

I really despise those people who, at their adult age, is still looking for that thing called LOVE. Duh. Like what the heck?! Love cannot be found. It's a feeling! A wonderful feeling for someone you've met in that long winding road called Life. You can't find it under a table or in between your thights. It will hit you. Right in your heart without your knowing. Then once it hit you, it will create a memoir of emotions and at the same time, waves of pain. Because wether you like it or not, love will surely comes with pain. Why? Because you let your emotions run into your head down into your heart, then it will go through your eyes. And that's crying. Yes! It's either you will cry of happiness or sadness or both! So please. Stop. Look and listen! Love has nothing to do with your stupidity. Because love is sacred for those who believed in it.. Wag kang maarte! Di bagay sayo. Hahaha..

Been asking myself this. Who am I living for? What is my sole purpose in life?  I thought, I was living because of one certain person. And as the days keep passing by, I found the answer right in front of me. I want to live  because I want to witness my nieces and nephews growing old. To witness their adulthood, if by chance, to witness their Family life. Whenever I see them, I felt so complete. Then plans starting to fill up my mind. I want them to be a better person. I want to guide them to their future their parents don't have. Through me, I want them to have a better future ahead of them. I think this is my calling God wants me to do since I didn't have the chance with my brothers. Since I cannot bring back those chances I have wasted. This maybe the best purpose I must do. I already resolved what's the puzzle I've been fighting. And as long as I'm breathing, if I can, I will help them organize their lives. A best gift I can give them while I'm sti

I was inspired to write something of my own poetry. A new one from Wicked sick.. I dreamed of you last night, We are walking towards a beautiful garden that has a lot of sundry flowers.. They bloomed and emblaze in colors.. Then we moved towards a green grassy lawn and we sat there.. Our feet crossed and we are staring at each other.. You held my hand, just like before. You smiled at me and touched my face.. I looked away and marvel how the sun rays covered the entire garden.. And uttered 'its a good day indeed.' You are still staring at me, smiling.. I cannot fathomed why I don't hear any words from you.. You  just smiled and looks like your studying my face, every inch of it.. You held my hand very tight.. You pressed it hard enough to make me feel the pain.. Then you suddenly let it go.. You stand and ran away from me.. I woke up.

No matter how hard I tried to skip what I'm feeling by reading a book, the pain is still there. I really can't take the scene I encountered earlier. My heart is in pain seeing my Father leaving the house with all of his things. He leaves because it's not what he wanted to do but doing my so called mother a Big favor. And I hate her, so much! I tried to bring back the good side I have for her but no matter how I tried, she still a pain. A pain for us all. I kept asking myself of all people I want to hate, why my own mother? My mother,who brought me to this world, gave me shelter and took me for 9 months in her womb. Only to find out that I was never loved. I was never the daughter she wants. I don't even remember she brought me things or give me presents. All I can remember is, she always nags. Always get mad. Always gets jealous. I never see her happy with us. All she ever think is revenge for what my Father did to her. And look what she brought for herself, a son fr