by Bianca Angela Evangelista
(bianophobic.tumblr.com)
Nine hours, two minutes in the evening of November 10. One of the most confusing nights that headlines my life. Thoughts, oblique thoughts penetrate my mind.
Why do I feel this way? What does my mind contain? Will I make it through?
Puzzled, I see myself plunging into a pool of ignorance and disgrace. Yes, from the simplest things, like failing to notice a person seated beside me or a thing placed in front of me. Paying attention sometimes makes me want to chew up the scenery. Ham-fisted, I am known to screw things up. Covered in shame, in those difficult times, I just want to run away. I have to run away.
For a moment or two, there were a lot of people, whose opinions matter so much, that everything they would say will always be a great deal. You know, people who just do all the talking while I do the listening. Most of the time, I surprisingly find both of my arms suspended on a string, being controlled by ever-demanding people. And I just despise how I once admired them.
Looking on the brighter side, being bamboozled by people you love and you don’t will surely make you be more cautious, may they be trustworthy, unfailing, concerned, good listeners or just good speakers. It has been another puzzling day for me. Here I go again, seeing myself, plunging into a pool of ignorance and disgrace. This is not how it ought to be. This is not how they thought it would be. This is how it should be.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Poem: Bliss
Bliss in my thoughts when I met him
Milieu changes into vivid from dim
Flowers bloom as I were too
Skies were enlightened, yes they do .
Bliss in my dreams when we became friends Stay asleep I desire, perceiving our trends His smiles always paint in my eyes when closed Pleasure I feel prevails in ocean’s coast.
Bliss in my heart when we both cared He never left me whenever I’m scared “I won’t leave you”, the promise he keeps Loneliness vanished, sweetness grips.
Bliss in my life when love bounds us So much happiness in me that cast For others he’s nothing, he’s only a stranger For me he’s perfect, he’s my everything forever -RassianMai
Bliss in my dreams when we became friends Stay asleep I desire, perceiving our trends His smiles always paint in my eyes when closed Pleasure I feel prevails in ocean’s coast.
Bliss in my heart when we both cared He never left me whenever I’m scared “I won’t leave you”, the promise he keeps Loneliness vanished, sweetness grips.
Bliss in my life when love bounds us So much happiness in me that cast For others he’s nothing, he’s only a stranger For me he’s perfect, he’s my everything forever -RassianMai
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
How to Make Your Ex Boyfriend Want You Back – Common Mistakes that Drive Him Away
There are several ways
on how to make your ex boyfriend want
you back. But before you focus all your energy on them, you must also know
the common mistakes that girls make. This is because no matter how you follow
the tips, they will never pay off if you keep on doing the wrong moves. The
incorrect actions will only drive your man away. So, if you are serious in knowing
how to get boyfriend want you back,
here are the things that you must never do.
Stalking
If you think that being
always around will win your boyfriend back, you are completely wrong. The
number one rule for ex girlfriends is the “no contact rule”. You should stop
following him wherever he goes and stop sending messages as they are no longer
seen as sweet things to say to your
boyfriend. Instead, he will view them as your desperate moves to get him
back. Do not be like a maniac stalking him and checking on all his whereabouts.
You will only look pathetic if you keep on terrorizing him and his friends with
your presence. Instead, you need to get a life of your own. Get more sociable
by surrounding yourself with other people. Set some distance until he realizes
that he needs you in his life. This is an effective way on how to make your ex boyfriend want you back.
Non-Stop
Explanation
Your man broke up with
you because of a reason and it may not always be your fault, so stop explaining
your side. Once or twice is enough. Do not explain more than that. He will not
listen if you keep on insisting about the reasons why he should go back to you.
The best way on how to make your ex
boyfriend want you back is to show him that you can go on with your life
even after the break up. Although you feel devastated, you will not allow the
heartache to put your self-esteem down. Remember, you cannot convince your man
to come back to you by enumerating all your good qualities. He has to see them
naturally come out from you. One way on how
to get your ex-boyfriend want you back is to improve and highlight your
positive points.
Making
Him Jealous
Jumping on to another
relationship or entertaining other suitors right away is not a good way on how to get ex boyfriend to want you back.
In fact, this will ruin all your plans to win him back. Women who go on rebound
relationships are not able to get their men back. They even fall into another
problematic relationship. If you do not want to push your man away from you,
stop making him jealous. Besides, it is never fair for another man to be used
in your plans.
Moving
without a Plan
Another common mistake
of women who fail to succeed on how to
make your ex boyfriend want you back is working without a definite plan.
You must understand the whole situation and know when and how to act
appropriately. For example, you can think of cute things to say to your boyfriend. When you have a good plan,
you can easily lure your man to go back to you.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Self-Assessment: Its Impact On How To Get Your Boyfriend To Want You Back
The moment a
break up happen, most women tend to panic. The panic triggers the ceaseless efforts to find ways and means
on how to get your ex boyfriend to want
you back or how to get your
boyfriend to want you back. Sorry to say but it looks like a pitiful
situation you are in. Of course you’re hurting and not a single world can
exactly describe the anguish you are feeling right now. No amount of words can
truly express the pain you’re going through.
If it’s any consolation, many have gone before
you and survived it and so do you. It’s not the end of the world and the world
will not stop for you. There are numerous methods introduced, but there is one
vital aspect that was taken for granted and is never emphasized. That facet may
prove that you no longer need techniques on how to get your ex boyfriend to want you back or how to get your boyfriend to want you back.
You launch a self-assessment task to look deeper
into your heart and soul. This is the one vital thing that most love advisers
seem to neglect and not mention in their numerous techniques on how to get your boyfriend to want you back
or how to get your ex boyfriend to want
you back. In doing so, you are helping both you and him in dealing with the
break up. You may be amazed at the things you will find out.
The self-assessment or reflection or soul searching
is the process of deep critical analysis of yourself to find out your true
emotions, motives and actions among others. You should ask yourself questions
like do I still love him? Or I want him back because it’s the natural thing to
do? Or is it because nature dictates that I need to have him because I can’t
have him? Am I happy in my relationship with him? Do I truly want to be with
him?
These are
questions that you need to answer to be able to determine your true purpose in
working on how to get your boyfriend to
want you back. When you do an in
depth understanding of your feeling towards your boyfriend, you might end up
learning things about your relationship and feelings towards him that you
didn’t know existed. The worst thing that you can find out is you no longer
love your boyfriend. When that happens, there is no use pursuing your efforts
on how to get your ex boyfriend to want
you back.
Before jumping
into implementing techniques on how to
get your ex boyfriend to want you back, you need to sit back and relax,
it’s easier said than done but you have to. While at it, you let your mind be
at peace even with the excruciating pain you’re feeling right now. Let it go,
there is nothing you can do. You also need to acknowledge that the break up is
real and accept it. Once you have accepted it you will have a more objective
mind in looking back at your break up and your relationship with him.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Coffee Connection
By: Camille Santos
Him
Here she comes – a regular customer – this time she’s got a backpack. I bet she’s bringing her leather-bound, dog-eared notebook again; she does so every other day. It’s hard not to notice her because she comes in during the afternoon when there aren’t many customers around, and besides, she always orders the same beverage – iced café mocha, double espresso – and sits at the same table every single time she comes here.
Her
Oh great! He’s behind the counter today. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him all week. I think he’s cool – I used to see him at school a year ago, I think he was taking up arts – but then he disappeared. I used to wonder where he went, because I think he is awesome, and it would be such a waste if he can’t complete his education – anyway. I found him here at the start of the new semester.
I better place my order now, though.
Him
Okay, here we go!
[Sighs]
I take her order. She goes to her usual seat at the far corner of the café. Something’s up with her today - her hair, maybe? Nah. I busy myself with preparing her drink. Business is quite slow today, though. No one has come in since lunchtime except her. Maybe it’s the weather.
Should I call out her name? Maybe – but hey, she looks busy. I wonder what she’s writing in that notebook. A poem? A story, perhaps? Or maybe she’s doodling in it, like I used to.
Okay. So maybe I should just approach her. Save her the trouble of fetching her drink from here.
[Chuckles uncomfortably]
Her
My goodness. Is it just me, or is he walking towards me with my drink in hand?
I should probably be concentrating on my writing. I. Must. Look. Casual.
I put my notebook down and pretend to flex my fingers a bit, which, I realized, is pathetic – I haven’t been doing a lot of writing since I sat on this stool a few minutes ago. In any case, he places my drink on table with a generic “here you go”.
Oh. He’s just being nice.
Him
And now I wait, hoping she comes across the note I have written on one of the table napkins.
Her
Seriously, what the heck?! I spilled some of my drink onto my notebook. I must look like a total klutz to that guy at the register – not that he’s looking at me or anything… but still.
Him
Okaaaaay… she spilled her drink.
[Clears throat]
Oh good, she’s grabbing some table napkins! I hope she won’t use the one I wrote my note on.
Her
Good thing he gave me lots of table napkins. He must’ve anticipated this – is he psychic or something?
[Smiles to herself]
I should write about this sometime. Psychic barista! He knows your orders before you place ‘em!
What’s this?
“You have skin woven from the fibers
Of shooting stars and a voice that
Sounds like iambic pentameter
Sonnets in the summertime.
You are beautiful.
Keep smiling.”
Him
Looks like she spotted my note. It’s a lame attempt at poetry, really. She’s looking around.
Look at me, look at me…
Her
He’s looking at me expectantly from behind the pastry display shelf.
Our eyes meet.
He smiles a sheepish, somewhat goofy smile.
Him
She raises her glass and smiles at me.
Here she comes – a regular customer – this time she’s got a backpack. I bet she’s bringing her leather-bound, dog-eared notebook again; she does so every other day. It’s hard not to notice her because she comes in during the afternoon when there aren’t many customers around, and besides, she always orders the same beverage – iced café mocha, double espresso – and sits at the same table every single time she comes here.
Her
Oh great! He’s behind the counter today. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him all week. I think he’s cool – I used to see him at school a year ago, I think he was taking up arts – but then he disappeared. I used to wonder where he went, because I think he is awesome, and it would be such a waste if he can’t complete his education – anyway. I found him here at the start of the new semester.
I better place my order now, though.
Him
Okay, here we go!
[Sighs]
I take her order. She goes to her usual seat at the far corner of the café. Something’s up with her today - her hair, maybe? Nah. I busy myself with preparing her drink. Business is quite slow today, though. No one has come in since lunchtime except her. Maybe it’s the weather.
Should I call out her name? Maybe – but hey, she looks busy. I wonder what she’s writing in that notebook. A poem? A story, perhaps? Or maybe she’s doodling in it, like I used to.
Okay. So maybe I should just approach her. Save her the trouble of fetching her drink from here.
[Chuckles uncomfortably]
Her
My goodness. Is it just me, or is he walking towards me with my drink in hand?
I should probably be concentrating on my writing. I. Must. Look. Casual.
I put my notebook down and pretend to flex my fingers a bit, which, I realized, is pathetic – I haven’t been doing a lot of writing since I sat on this stool a few minutes ago. In any case, he places my drink on table with a generic “here you go”.
Oh. He’s just being nice.
Him
And now I wait, hoping she comes across the note I have written on one of the table napkins.
Her
Seriously, what the heck?! I spilled some of my drink onto my notebook. I must look like a total klutz to that guy at the register – not that he’s looking at me or anything… but still.
Him
Okaaaaay… she spilled her drink.
[Clears throat]
Oh good, she’s grabbing some table napkins! I hope she won’t use the one I wrote my note on.
Her
Good thing he gave me lots of table napkins. He must’ve anticipated this – is he psychic or something?
[Smiles to herself]
I should write about this sometime. Psychic barista! He knows your orders before you place ‘em!
What’s this?
“You have skin woven from the fibers
Of shooting stars and a voice that
Sounds like iambic pentameter
Sonnets in the summertime.
You are beautiful.
Keep smiling.”
Him
Looks like she spotted my note. It’s a lame attempt at poetry, really. She’s looking around.
Look at me, look at me…
Her
He’s looking at me expectantly from behind the pastry display shelf.
Our eyes meet.
He smiles a sheepish, somewhat goofy smile.
Him
She raises her glass and smiles at me.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Random Thoughts: Some People La la la...
By: Why Bee
It is said that the only thing permanent is change. I haven't lived that long a life but I've lived long enough to see people pass me by and change. Some of them I don't even think I know anymore. I sometimes stare at the grass and wonder how I grew apart from those I spent my childhood days with. Some of the people I used to know as sweet and simple are now daring and complicated some the opposite while a few never change.
A few days ago, I saw one of my favorite high-school classmates, she was dressed like any ordinary person going to church would but her face was still exceptionally beautiful. I was happy to see her after about 2 years of not seeing each other. I approached her even though she had a big entourage of friends and admirers. There I was, a small man in farmer's clothing coming near the center of attention and the people around had the expression in their eyes saying "Who are you little man?" To their shock she openly gave me a hug. She seemed very happy to see me too.
a few moments of talking to her and exchanging stories and the people around her mistook me for her uncle because of my mustache and the way I talked. I was beginning to think I wouldn't get home alive because of the way her admirers were looking at me. I was invited to come swimming them but I told her I was broke and can't pay for the resort's gate fee. Regardless of having no money with me at all, she gave me a free ride on her Van with her friends.
To clarify things she told them the long history we had together along with a few of our other friends. They laughed when they realized that we were merely good old friends, the girl I once knew as a sad and needing friend is now a beautiful flower admired by many.
It is said that the only thing permanent is change. I haven't lived that long a life but I've lived long enough to see people pass me by and change. Some of them I don't even think I know anymore. I sometimes stare at the grass and wonder how I grew apart from those I spent my childhood days with. Some of the people I used to know as sweet and simple are now daring and complicated some the opposite while a few never change.
A few days ago, I saw one of my favorite high-school classmates, she was dressed like any ordinary person going to church would but her face was still exceptionally beautiful. I was happy to see her after about 2 years of not seeing each other. I approached her even though she had a big entourage of friends and admirers. There I was, a small man in farmer's clothing coming near the center of attention and the people around had the expression in their eyes saying "Who are you little man?" To their shock she openly gave me a hug. She seemed very happy to see me too.
a few moments of talking to her and exchanging stories and the people around her mistook me for her uncle because of my mustache and the way I talked. I was beginning to think I wouldn't get home alive because of the way her admirers were looking at me. I was invited to come swimming them but I told her I was broke and can't pay for the resort's gate fee. Regardless of having no money with me at all, she gave me a free ride on her Van with her friends.
To clarify things she told them the long history we had together along with a few of our other friends. They laughed when they realized that we were merely good old friends, the girl I once knew as a sad and needing friend is now a beautiful flower admired by many.
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