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mashemashe
07 July 2009 @ 06:31 pm
        
 
i can sing this everyday.
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give me more loving than I’ve ever had
make me feel better when I’m feeling sad
tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not
make me feel good when I hurt so bad
barely getting mad
i’m so glad I found you
i love being around you

you make it easy
its as easy as one-two-one-two-three-four
there’s only one thing
to do
three words for you
 i love you
there’s only one way to say
those three words
that’s what i’ll do
 i love you

give me more loving from the very start
piece me back together when I fall apart
tell me things you never even tell your closest friends

make me feel good when I hurt so bad
you’re the best that I’ve had
and I’m so glad I found you
i love being around you

you make it easy
its as easy as one-two-one-two-three-four
there’s only one thing
to do
three words for you
 i love you
there’s only one way to say
those three words
that’s what I’ll do
 i love you
 i love you

you make it easy
its as easy as one-two-one-two-three-four
there’s only one thing
to do
three words for you
 i love you
there’s only one way to say
those three words
that’s what I’ll do
 i love you

 
 
my heart says: blush?
my head plays: what the fog says to your cheek
 
 
mashemashe
05 July 2009 @ 05:39 pm

 this is from deviantart.com.

more reason to get inked!

 
 
my heart says: boop
my head plays: rain and rain and rain
 
 
mashemashe
04 July 2009 @ 08:23 pm

im back!! :D

the thing said i have not blogged for ten weeks already. that's a long time,
a very long time.
where do i start? graduation? even before that?
im lost.
okay so maybe i can start at graduation.
this is for the sake of getting some stories out of my system finally after ten weeks
that seemed longer than forever.

it was on the 24th of april, four days before my sister's birthday. the night
before that CSS had a send off party for the graduates so we had the chance
to dress up, put on hills, dresses and make ups. it was exaclty what i envisioned
it to be though it happened at our college's courtyard. the weather was
cooperative that night for the live local band that played. we rocked the
night out yes in hills, dresses and makeups. there was booze but no beer.
the usual cocktales idea of the faculty oldies i suppose.
the graduation day was perfect - families, friends and loved ones were there -
except that it rained. and it rained hard. too bad for our batch the traditional
walk from school to the convention center didnt happen. it sucks that way.
but all is good afterwards. lots of photo ops, cheering and clapping. Finally
everything is over. i dont know if my happy three friends noticed but yes, i did
become teary eyed. siigh. it was bittersweet. :)

so moving on, i stayed at home for some time, went to ilocos and manila
for some family reunions. absorbed some good advice from the elders about
what to do with my life, again was faced with the question "what's your
course about again?" and i still had difficulties articulating what exactly
social anthropology is about.

and then i managed to come up to baguio for one or two great job hunts
with sophia. we had a realization: we should have taken up accountancy if
wanted to take over the position of a bank's office sweetheart. we had a good
laugh at that, until we finally got tired floating our very fresh resumes.
but seriously, swanky office or no swanky office, we  love social anthro. :)

finally, sophia landed a job at UP. i think it's weird sophia teaching though
i know she's very capable of doing so. but its just werid coming from the
perspective of a blocmate-housemate-onethird of the happy three friends.
and what happened to me? i started writing for sir andy's company.
this i dont really want to do, i mean i do, but not the "eureka! i want this!:D"
kind of job. i took it so that i have something to do here in baguio. here
in baguio. i cant leave baguio. how many tiimes have i uttered these words?
i cant leave this place, not just yet. i know i will, but not just yet.

the process of dicovery is on-going.
i started a facebook account which by the way is very addictive.
i found out that people have become moms. this is something i find disturbing
still, though some might say they were bound to be moms at this age.
people have broken up, many of them. i cant be sorry enough for them, i
have always believed in love nomatter what circumstance, but only because
im having the best with this love thing, which puts me in no position to
understand how difficult love can actually be.
i want to be a guidance counselor. i want to help people that way.
its a long way from where im standing now, and  should start working on how
to get there before it's too late. this is the road to self-actualization.
 

 
 
my heart says: hello!
my head plays: lalalalalaaa
 
 
mashemashe
07 March 2009 @ 04:39 pm


My mother takes pride in being the sounding board of people around her despite being true about the stress it’s causing her.

Whether I like it or not, I have been providing the same “service” to my people.

Is this unethical?

LOVE. Or something like it. a classic.


  You miss the person but you protect yourself from the assumed possibility of getting hurt by telling him that.

  Or something pushed you to do something you thought was sweet and perfect until an ugly stain gets in the picture and now you’re confused. You assume the “safe” move by putting a distance but almost go crazy. Despite all of these, you tell everybody you are not affected and you never fell in that sticky situation.

  Or you think it’s love, you’re so certain that you black out. You decide on being true to that feeling and to that person. But you don’t feel good about the results though we’ve all assumed you have given deep thought about your actions before committing them and thus assumed that you’d be ready for their consequences. Your heart breaks for reasons not really clear, perhaps there are too many of them. Now you do not know how to continue after exposing your honest heart.

 

LOVE still and some other STRINGS.


  You certainly are not confused about how you feel but you are clueless about where it will take you. Or how to grow, with it seemingly getting in the way.        
 
Or you are in love and things are going well in your world except that you can not stop yourself from secretly looking for proofs to your idea that he will hurt you soon enough.

  You hate the very world which assured you of happiness because it will not let your love live. It’s either you live in it without the lover or you flee from it, in love. You choose your love, by the way. I just wonder whether you think losing your world was worth it.

          This I think is mad love.
“For love is blind and lovers can not see, the pretty follies that they, themselves, commit.”

 


 
 
my heart says: blabberlover
my head plays: kidsplay
 
 
mashemashe
07 March 2009 @ 04:35 pm
dont you know that i belong arm in arm with you baby.
-regina spektor

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the giant ball drops on top of the other balls, the smaller ones.
slow and careful.
i laugh at the awkwardness.


__________

OH peachmango!
i bite into my boxed heaven.
it doesnt matter now that it has gone cold,
i devour every bit of its orange goop anyway.




 
 
my heart says: oh ya
my head plays: click-cliiiiick
 
 
 
 

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