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But it's the song of my life right now.


Been through just about everything that I could go through
When it comes to relationships
Don’t know what I was missing or why I ain’t listenin
When I told myself that was it
Now here I go, hurt again
Cause of my curiousity
Now that it’s over
What else could it be?
This has to change

I made a promise never to settle
Why didn’t I keep it?
Cause I hated the heartbreak
Crying and cheating, the fooling around

(But) I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I’m not missing you
You might have had me open
But I must be coping because
I got life to do
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you go
But this time it’s different
I don’t even feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you

It’s a shame in a way cause
I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me
Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face
Will my true love ever be?
Why would I go on a search again
When I know what the end will be
What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?

I made a promise never to settle
Why didn’t I keep it?
Cause I hated the heartbreak
Crying and cheating, the fooling around

(But) I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I’m not missing you
You might have had me open
But I must be coping because
I got life to do
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you go
But this time it’s different
I don’t even feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you

No I can’t be with you
Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me
I can’t keep going through life
Unaware of what I missed
And the person I could be
Love's good when it’s right
And when it's left in your memory
All the times I let you down
I guess love will be nice for someone else's life

(But) I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I’m not missing you
You might have had me open
But I must be coping because
I got life to do
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you go (I used to hate it)
Oh different, oh feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you


I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin' at my door)
You might have had me open
But I must be coping because (it's the best day of my life)
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you go
Oh different, feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you I'm not missing you (oh baby)
I'm not missing you
I'm so over you
It ain't even a problem

Posted by THE BLOGSTALKER at 9:46 AM | | Search Warrants

About the Economic and Political Reforms that Ms. Arroyo mentioned in her SONA,
Instead of laughing about how boring her speech was* and how I could've written it better...

That my grandfather wants me to take up some Political Admin short courses in UP,
So I can run in the next local election in his province... (as if I'm interested in Politics)

That the gas costs four times as much now than where it was 10 years ago,
Instead of hoping to get a car with a bigger engine...

That my financial liquidity is approaching critical levels
Instead of insisting upon my promise to buy my baby sis a car this year...

That my father already had me at 26, while I stand with no girlfriend and no permanent dates,
Instead of just wasting my time working 12-hour, 6-day, workdays...

That 2 of my colleagues are on vacation (and can afford to go on vacation)
And I can't even plan one for myself...

To think about what I really want out of life and where I want to go
Instead of wandering aimlessly, trying to get by day by day...

Something must be wrong with me cause I don't.
I can only think about the deadlines looming and additional workload.
I can't get out of my head the two photographs I saw yesterday:
One in a magazine with my favorite model (on the catwalk) in Boracay when I saw her and I couldn't believe that I actually find her cute in the photo even if it was a frozen image and she wasn't walking.

Or that other photo of "Primary Target" where she modelled for an clothing line
And I can't help but wonder why she sported that hairstyle and didn't comb her hair properly when she knew she was going to be in a catwalk.

Talk about quarterlife issues...


*to read. I didn't get to hear her deliver it. But it seemed boring when I was reading the transcript.

Posted by THE BLOGSTALKER at 1:10 PM | | Search Warrants

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Last Saturday, my good friend Trina asked me to spend the day with her (actually, to drive for her) cause she was feeling quite down. She’s supposedly stressed out and needed to relax. So I obliged and went to their place at 830 am, as she had instructed me. It was cool to be there early because Ninang makes the best Spanish Omelets and they had this coffee from Bukidnon and sugar, pure, unadulterated sugar, from Bacolod.

We left her house at a little past 9 am and we drove to the Salon. She wanted to get a hair rebond. So I sat with her and she told me that I could walk around since the rebonding process will take time. When I asked her how long it would take to fix her hair, the attendant said: 5 hours. Five hours!?!?! I started to complain: Mag-Rejoice ka na lang! She laughed and said it doesn’t work that way and kept on saying: Beauty comes with a price, Miggy. That the long hair you guys enjoy actually takes a lot of effort to achieve.

And since I’m a fan of soft, flowing, long hair, I thought I had no right to complain.

So I decided to leave her at the Salon and had my car washed and waxed. I got a text from her, asking if I could buy lunch. Went to McDo drive thru and then went back to the Salon. We ate while the folks at the salon ironed her hair. I could see smoke emitting from the hair as the iron touched the surface. It was scary. After lunch she kept on yakking about this guy she’s been going out with, but not really interested in.

She does this all the time. She would talk about how fine she is with the situation that she doesn’t have a boyfriend, even as she inserts that fine-with-not-having-a-boyfriend monologue when people are discussing about other things such as interior design or cats or football. The thoughts in my head just read: Please just shut up and let me sleep.

O what the heck, I needed a haircut anyway. I had intended to go to the barber 2 weeks ago but didn’t have the time. I asked the in-house stylist to cut away while I slept. Better to sleep than listen to how Trina didn’t want to waste time about a guy she just spent more than hour talking about. Talk about reverse psychology.

When I woke up I was so surprised (partly disgusted) with my hair. I look like a character from a Korean soap with spikes and all. I usually sport this normal neat cut with slightly long hair at the front. Makes me look formal at work and then I just whip out the gel and style for the night-time parties. Easy, low-maintenance hair. Now I don’t even know how to work this anime hairstyle. I wanted to tell the gay stylist to just shave the whole thing off.

But Trina said I look alright and she actually liked my hairstyle. So I gave it a chance. I’m having a hard time. My head looks like a porcupine when I get out of bed. And since I like wearing yellow and pink, I’m afraid I just might get hit on by a guy the next time I go out.

I really ought to stop spending too much time with girl-friends.

Posted by THE BLOGSTALKER at 4:11 PM | | Search Warrants

I think I like this look of my blog. But the layout is quite messy.

I'm not big on technicals. Just searched for free templates and decided to use this one. Edited it a bit.

Now I thought long and hard if I should carry over the posts I did over the past year. But decided against it in the end.

This blog will start fresh...although I do have my little black book in the archives.

So what do you think?

Posted by THE BLOGSTALKER at 3:42 PM | | Search Warrants

I'm in the mood to fix my blogger so please bear with me.

Can't decide on the template and mood of the blog yet.

But I figure it's time for a change.

Posted by THE BLOGSTALKER at 9:43 AM | | Search Warrants