never again by kelly clarkson

*iris, i know you don't like it when song lyrics are posted in blogs, but i just had to post this! :)

I hope the ring you gave to her
Turns her finger green
I hope when you're in bed with her
You think of me
I would never wish bad things
But I don't wish you well
Could you tell
By the flames that burned your words
I never read your letter
Cause I knew what you'd say
Give me that Sunday school answer
Try and make it all okay

[CHORUS:]
Does it hurt to know I'll never be there?
Bet it sucks to see my face everywhere
It was you who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
You knew exactly what you would do
Don't say you simply lost your way
She may believe you
But I never will
Never again

If she really knows the truth
She deserves you
A trophy wife, oh how cute
Ignorance is bliss
But when your day comes
And he's through with you
And he'll be through with you
You'll die together, but alone
You wrote me in a letter
You couldn't say it right to my face
Give me that Sunday school answer
Repent yourself away

[CHORUS:]
Does it hurt to know I'll never be there?
Bet it sucks to see my face everywhere
It was you who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
You knew exactly what you would do
Don't say you simply lost your way
They may believe you
But I never will
Never again

Never again will I hear you
Never again will I miss you
Never again will I fall to you
Never
Never again will I kiss you
Never again will I want to
Never again will I love you
Never!

[CHORUS:]
Does it hurt to know I'll never be there?
Bet it sucks to see my face everywhere
It was you who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
You knew exactly what you would do
Don't say you simply lost your way
They may believe you
But I never will
I never will
I never will
Never again

boradise

I miss the long walks on the beach.. the feel of the sand and water. I miss the strong wind blowing against my face... I miss the waves... the men flying.. I miss the hand that held mine.. I miss the arms that kept me warm.. but most of all, I miss the one I couldn't call mine....

almost paradise

She thought that paradise can make him learn to love her.. but paradise wasn't enough. Instead, it was the other way around. She fell in love with paradise and with him.

Half the time she feels he's wishing he were with someone else... but maybe so was she.

no more

I have no more tears to cry for you.
I spent them all the last time you broke my heart.
I wasted my day yesterday just thinking about you,
wondering why I let myself fall for the same lines.

I have no more interest in seeing you again.
I heard your voice this morning and I felt nothing.
I laughed and I joked and I teased,
but if you were sensitive enough, you'd know that they're not real.

I have no more words to say to you.
I said them all when I laid my heart out to you to trample on.
I have no more love to offer you...
I will not give you the power to hurt me again....

No more....
this time, I will let you go.

coffee and cigarette

i found myself smoking early this morning while having coffee. i don't usually have my first cigarette until after eating lunch, but today i was compelled to drag on a stick, hoping it would alleviate the loneliness i was beginning to feel. i think i woke up at the wrong side of the bed.

or maybe it's because i received another text message from the lawyer guy this morning, asking me if i was free to meet him for lunch today. i said no, of course, and he had the nerve to ask me why. or maybe it's the way my youngest sister mercilessly teased me on the way to work about how unpretty i am compared to her and my other sister. sometimes, i just get tired of hearing people say that that i am starting believe it. or maybe it's because i have reports to submit and deadlines to meet and i have not started anything yet. i am blogging away instead... or maybe, just maybe, it's because i am missing something - or someone - and my heart is starting to long for it. *sigh*

this is one of those days when coffee, cigarettes and blogging are not enough to ease the feeling of loneliness and fill the emptiness of my soul...

painting a picture of you

i want to create a picture of you in my head. i want to remember..... how you nudged me when you finally sat beside me in the van. and when i looked at you, you gave me that secret smile. you pretended to talk to A who was seated at the back, while casually stretching your arms so it would rest on my shoulders, and i didn't pull away. it was your first attempt to show me affection in public, and i wanted to savor it. i felt your hand stroking my neck, touching my ears. i had to restrain myself from touching you as well. then you rested your cheek on my right shoulder, while playing with my hair, and you said how glad you are that you were with me. all this, with J and A inside the van too. when we got to the office, i saw how you hesitated to leave when they called you to eat. you looked at me and asked if i weren't coming. if i had not made earlier arrangements, i would have gladly gone with you. you gave me a lingering look, and raised your hand to say goodbye... ah, yes... i want to paint a picture of this day in my head as it may never happen again. i want to remember how, for one day, i felt that it was possible you could love me too...

burning

today, i got the chance to be near you again. and being in the same place with you burns me. it took so much strength to keep myself from reaching out and touch you, knowing that if i do, i may not be able to stop. the longing i have to be with you always has become tangible, that i can now taste your mouth on mine every time i close my eyes. it isn't supposed to be this way. i did not plan to let my emotions free, and yet, here i am, agonizing over the fact that i have not been with you for quite a while. how do i let go now? how did i let myself forget that you could really never be mine?

i got bruises to show, but i survived!

May 16 saw my family and me travel from Manila to Sta. Rosa, Laguna to celebrate Kevin's 9th birthday in Enchanted Kingdom. yep, it was the celebrant's request, so we happily obliged. we all braved the heat at 2:30 pm because we didn't have the right sense to bring an umbrella, unlike my mom, who casually brought out hers and walked with her chin up and a smirk on her face! shheesh!

our first stop was the paintball thingy. we've always wanted to try it out. how hard could it be to shoot at someone, right?? wrong! the shooting itself was effortless.. you just point, close your eyes, pull the trigger and pray you hit someone - or something! but it was the heat that got to us... and the fear of actually getting hit by the paintball! now that was scary. after a few minutes, it was over. my sister, kevin's mom, had a huge bruise on her right elbow! nnngrrr! apparently, she got hit by my fiance, while hiding behind a huge balloon wall! imagine that?? we all went out of the field laughing and exhausted, specially when my mom showed us our picture.. we all looked like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! hahaha!!


next was the flying fiesta... now, i particularly do not have a fear of heights. but heights combined with swinging around while on an angle is a different story! surprisingly though, i did not scream nor let out a single peep.. i just sat there. my eyes and mouth wide open, silently praying that it be over soon. after 2 minutes or so, my prayer was answered and we slowly descended. if flying would be like that, then i'd rather stick to walking, thank you very much!


and now the highlight of the trip... they made me ride the popular space shuttle! my mom literally pushed me to join my siblings and fiance.. the nerve of that woman! had i died that time, it would be on her conscience! hmp! i didn't die, of course. but they saw me white-faced, teary-eyed and with quivering jaws. i think my fiance felt guilty because he looked concerned when he asked me if i wanted to go down? he asks me after the "seatbelts" have been locked??? duh?! no, i didn't go down either. i just sat there, forever cursing at my fiance, and closed my eyes tightly. when the ride started, i started screaming. i held my fiance's hand so hard i think i broke his pinky.. serves him right for forcing me to ride the damn shuttle.. but in less than 1 minute, it was over. unfortunately, i have no pictures to show. no evidence of my bravery, but still, it was an experience i will never forget. i have bruises on both my elbows, probably from trying keep myself upright the whole time. i promised myself that the next time i ride, i would keep my eyes open. what could i possibly see in less than a minute, right?

the rest of the day was spent trying out the other rides. i had to excuse myself from riding Anchor's Away. like i said, i don't like swinging (and i mean that literally.. haha!). we went bump car driving, which wasn't really that much fun for me, and rode the roller skates - which only lasted for 30 seconds i think. and of course, the grand carousel where my mom finally consented into riding. the last we tried was the rio grande. and we all left the amusement park soaking wet!

it was a good day for all of us, specially for kevin, who also braved Anchor's Away... (clap, clap!) now, i'm actually considering spending my 31st birthday in Enchanted Kingdom! :)

lawyer, liar!

my lawyer guy - no, wait.. let me correct that - THE lawyer guy is used to having relationships with married and/or separated women. he lives off their vulnerability, savoring the lavish attention these women bestow him (not to mention the material things he gets from them). he, in turn, makes them feel he's god's answer to their problems. he would make these women believe he loves them, when in reality, he doesn't really know how to love.

after we "separated", he was with a woman whose marriage was falling apart. he didn't really tell me this, but i did find out that she was the reason he decided to leave home and rent a small room somewhere near their place. they were having an affair and it was going to be their tryst. i thought it had ended when i learned he started seeing someone new. but as fate and luck would have it, i just found out that they're back together.

i'm not judging him, because i don't want to be judged either. but knowing what i know now makes me shudder a little. he's living a life full of lies. he would waste his time, effort and little of his money just to make a woman believe that he's telling the truth. it has become a cycle for him - after a year or so with someone, he gets restless and starts looking for a new target. he would then again go through the motions, like a con artist would.

i can't believe how some women would fall for his act - i did once, and it's something i'm not proud of, but lessons must be learned the hard way. he's not even good in bed, for crying out loud! he's an amateur pretending to be a pro.. a con artist indeed. now, i just find myself feeling lucky somehow, that i was able to detach myself from him before i got burned. pity his new conquests... :(

missing you

i am missing you, when i know i'm not supposed to..
..because missing you would mean that i am starting to long for something more than what i have now
..because missing you would mean that i want something i can never have
..because missing you would complicate things, and we both know we don't do complicated
..because missing you would mean that i am more vulnernable now
..because missing you puts me in a place i really do not want to be in
..because missing you allows me to feel what i'm not supposed to
..and because missing you makes me realize how much i really want to be with you.

unbelievable!

his call came as a surprise - the lawyer guy. i'm supposed to be angry with him because he's been holding my badminton racket hostage and ignoring me for the past months. and then the other day, he calls me. when i heard his voice, i literally waited for the tingly sensation i used to get when i talk to him, but it didn't come. but my anger didn't surface either. instead, we talked like we used to. we laughed, made jokes, he even asked me how i was. and then he said misses me and that he wanted to see me. was i free this weekend? if so, then he would bring my racket with him. if it were under normal circumstances, i would have said yes. so i was actually surprised, and proud, when i heard myself saying no.

and then yesterday, i went to my former office in makati and i saw him. again, i waited for the tingly sensation, and it didn't come either. instead, i found myself indifferent. sure, it was nice to see him, but that was it. and i almost laughed out loud when, in the middle of a conversation with my other former officemates, i received a text message from him. he was asking me to meet him at the stairwell of the fire exit - our tryst when we were still fooling around. ha! the audacity!! i walked out of the room and went to chat with another guy. he texted me again and said please... *sigh* i just can't believe he had the effrontery to ask me to meet him there. i didn't, of course, and he ignored me after that.

i left without saying goodbye properly, and i wasn't able to get my racket either! ggrrrr.... i swear, one of these days, this lawyer guy will find himself in court defending himself!

finding comfort in men

if there is anything else i would confess about myself (as if i haven't bared my darkest secrets yet), it's how much i like getting attention. but not the pampering kind though, just enough to make me feel important, somehow. this is one of the reasons i am more comfortable in the company of men than women. i get intimidated by the latter, whereas the former treat me like a "princess", in a weird sort of way.

notice how i am the only female in the picture? (pic unavailable) yep, they are my batchmates in our recent company outing in bora. i could have as well taken off my bathing suit, and you wouldn't notice the difference, right? (oh, yeah.. i'm kinda "gifted" in front, so that'll be a dead give-away! sheesh!) but really, being with these men made the trip much more fun. had i stayed with the women, i would have probably spent most of my time in d' mall, scouring the shops for earrings, bags or other girly stuffs... yyiieeww! hahahaha!

i'm not really sure why, but i do get along with the opposite sex better. i'm almost convinced that i was a guy in my past life. and i do get attracted to women as well! hhhmmm.. could it be that i am........ nah! i enjoy doing the deed with a man. that, i am sure of! hahaha!

sometimes

i feel like giving up on you,
on us.
sometimes
i find myself
breaking into tears at night
after a heated conversation
with you.
sometimes
i just feel so weary,
so helpless
that i start longing
for something
that's not even there.
and sometimes,
the anger i feel is so great
that i begin to lose my hold
on you,
that i begin to pull away
just to relieve myself
of the pain i sometimes feel
when i am with you.

to marry or not to marry

as the months pass, i'm beginning to wonder if it's really a wise decision for me to get married - to him. he's an expert when it comes to lying. he lies to me as if it were a normal thing. i would catch him every time, but since i try to avoid confrontations, i do not deal with it. instead, i let it pass and as a result, all my angsts and frustrations build up inside me. it comes out whenever we get into an argument. i would lash out at him. say things i would regret later on, but not once have i ever retracted any of my statements. we are caught in a vicious cycle - fighting, yelling, screaming, crying.... trying to convince ourselves that we still have enough reasons to make a go of this relationship. i don't think we both have enough courage to say that it's already over. but then again, there's this issue with my relatives, my grandmother to be specific. every time i get to see her, she hounds me with the never-ending question 'WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET MARRIED??'. and every time, i would just laugh and shrug my shoulders. i think that irritates her, but she couldn't get any definite answer from me.

late last year, he finally decided that he was "ready" to commit and settle down with me. we talked about getting married on May 19, 2007. we actually made an unofficial announcement to everyone we know. and then last March, he changed his mind again and said we should wait until December this year. frustrated as i was, i bargained with him and requested that we do it this August... *sigh* talk about desperate huh?

so what do i do now? should i get married because that's what i want, or just because it's expected of me to do so? i know i have a tendency to cheat even when married, because i have been thinking a lot on how to go about my latest affair once i get hitched. nnggrrr! and then there's him being a liar. could there really be a future for a liar and a cheater?? i guess we'll just wait and see...

analyzing an affair

he went offline without telling me, so i assumed he'll be going on a client-call or something. a few minutes later, i heard a car door slammed. when i looked outside, it was him - my engineer..

for some strange reason, my hands suddenly went cold, my heart started beating faster than normal and i had to stop myself from calling his name. i counted to 20 - no, 30 - before i decided to go down with a toothbrush on my hand as props. and when i saw him, i smiled a little. i feigned nonchalance so as not to make my excitement obvious. i was waiting - anticipating, for that secret look he'd give me whenever we are within range. he talked to me a little, making nonsensical remarks that i almost told him to quit trying to making it casual for both of us. and just when i was about to give up on him, he came to me - pretended to borrow something, and then touched me. i again felt the electricity between us.. i felt the heat, the wanting.. i suddenly remembered the reckless abandon of our first time, and it felt good to know that he still wants me. to know that he sometimes imagine me when he is with his wife delights me (he admitted that much during one of our conversations). to hear him say that it was his first time to experience what i did to him before strokes my ego (well, he may be lying, but i don't really care). and to feel the effect on him of my mere presence excites me. no, i do not boast of being talented when it comes to bed calisthenics. i am only a generous lover and knows how to boost a man's ego.

wait.. before anyone can come up with any conclusion, let it be clear that i do not love him. love is too strong a word to describe what i feel for him. maybe it's just the idea of someone else wanting me, that i am not yesterday's menu or something. that at the age of 30, i can actually make a man cheat on his wife (i know, it's not nice.. respects, respects) and make him come back for more. i daresay that this is not love.

but if anyone knows what this is called, then please tell me how to end it before it's too late.

end of an affair

i am feeling forlorn today - yes, that is the perfect word to describe my current emotion, hence the incessant blogging. for some reason, i am beginning to believe that my latest affair will soon be ending...

my engineer and i do not have a typical affair. it's really nothing serious, but i know that we have "something". i know that he likes spending time with me. he calls me sometimes, while driving, just to talk and laugh with me. he would make arrangements so that i am able to join them for lunch - just me and the boys. when we were in boracay for our company outing, i spent most of my idle time in their room, watching TV with him, talking dirty - telling him what i would do to him if there was any opportunity. he'd look at me in the eye and let out a big sigh. he even dared to ask me if things were going to change once i get married.. i told him he'd know once i cross the bridge. ha! when i send him text messages, he would immediately reply, except maybe when he's at home and within close range of his wife. when he knows that my fiance will be picking me up after work, he would ask me the following day if i "enjoyed" myself, implying that we did the deed. he would send me YM messages just to ask me if i had lunch already or what time i would be going home... basically, ours was a perfect arrangement - not much emotions involved, no strings attached, no expectations..

but lately, things are changing between us. i would text him, and not get a single reply (but i found out that he wasn't answering his wife either because his message inbox was full already). i would send him YM messages, and he would not answer me either, only to be told this morning not to send him messages anymore specially when he's not at his desk. apparently, a nosy officemate saw one of my messages and he is now being teased about it... *sigh* yes, i have every reason to feel forlorn today..

i know that this is not right.. and it's something that really should end. but there's a part of me that wants to hold on and hope that maybe this isn't over yet. sad thing about it is, i used to know where my place is... now, i'm not so sure anymore.

finding my place

i just got back from a much needed R & R in La Union. for the first time in many years, i have experienced doing nothing but sit on a bamboo couch, smoke myself to death, drink ice cold Coke, eat to my heart's content, swim in an unpolluted sea, feel cool wind against my skin, watch the sunset, laugh like there's no tomorrow with my friends and not worry about anything at all. moments like the one i had in la union is definitely priceless. when i grow old and retire from the hustle and bustle of citylife, i would want to live by the sea and feel the rest of my years as it come and go.

i'm beginning to miss the ocean and the almost sedentary lifestyle it offers. now that i am back in manila, i can't help but feel a little desolate. i need to go back soon, before i lose myself again...

sunset

the horizon changes its hues, celebrating the meeting of the sun and the sea. aahh... what i'd give to wake up to the sound of the ocean waves, and to watch the sunset every night. to feel the wind blowing against my face, imagining it was your hand touching my cheeks- and i'd whisper how much i wish you were with me...